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Sarge shrugs "Easy gold"

Sarge signs up for quest #97

Sarge has been led to question the Regret's authenticity, in the fact that The regret was all Omnipotent and Omniscient but failed to kill him in 81.

Sarge can't help but chuckle as the hero staggers out of the hall. The regret was a joke. Powerful, yes. But as harmful as a child throwing a tantrum no less. "Considered it but being a cripple's no way to live. And it 'prolly won't work 'swell."

"He means my daggers. Welllllll, kind of. The lass got possessed. Then we slit er jugular. Serves 'er right though, getting possessed like that. Caused us a bloody lot of trouble she did. Then we went and killed what was possessing 'er and then we came back. Weren't that interesting a quest but. " "Aparently fit and healthy're two different things. But it don't take a doctor to see I'm not in the good" Sarge unwraps the bandage over his bad arm. It doesn't look good, and after presenting it to Pretzel he wraps it up again.

Sarge looks at Tarn, having worked out that he was getting married, whilst getting no response from Pretzel. "So, err. Wanna buy a wedding ring?"

I'm guessing this refers to him not knowing that Monk pretzel is actually Welsh? A terrible sercret. Just kidding.

Sarge upgrades his serpenthead shield to Sp:10 for 520 gold (30+40+50+60+70+80+90+100=120)

"Aint' used it yet, looks pretty fine though. Lessee, had another run in with the Dr Trice's folk. Whatssitcalled. Guild of invision. Well They're making undead. Aint through necromancy though. An I just went down under the city. Huge cave. Anyway, long story short some freaking crab wants to kill all o' us. Suppose he counts as a deranged animal. Oh and, Erdy was there too. She seems good." Sarge takes a puff out of a cigar. He coughs, and looks at his bandaged hand. "Them blokes at the cathedral of commerce also told me some black news. The clerics. I've not got much time left 'parently. Shows how much they bloody know. " Taking another puff sarge looks up at Pretzel. " nuff of my woes, how've you been old friend?"

Sarge hears the familiar voice of Pretzel, gets up, and moves over to his table where the group is discussing Tarn's departure. He pats Pretzel on the shoulder and says "Pretzel, sir, it's been a time" Sarge swipes a drink off of the table and takes a seat, "That shield doin any good for yer?"

We need a stag night quest for Tarn. We NEED a stag night quest.

Sarge, nods at Arthur and takes the gold. " B'out time, too." He grumbles.

Ah, I see. I've always loved The Fallout and wasteland series of videogames so an Apocalypse RPG on this website would be awesome if it could live up to the standards of Heroica!

We couldn't do Star Wars because the world is already established, Heroica thrives on Player created content.

The inactivity's a shame... Honestly, I've been refreshing for the past 6 hours (and doing other things of course) and seen loads of people reading the forum but no-one has posted! Has anyone ever considered what Heroica would be like in other settings? Sci fi, Apocalypse, etc. I'd love to see a Sci-fi rpg on Eurobricks.

Whoovian is an American term. Everyone watches Doctor who in Britain. As well as Sherlock. Well, everyone that I know. Also, you only have to see the first 5 seasons of the reboot to truly appreciate it. That's like 65 episodes. Which is nothing. You haven't missed much. Also, Top Gear! We really need a captain slow in Heroica.

Also gonna wait for 100, probably.

Either today or now could you get that character analysis post up?

Sarge notices the Mythril, commenting. "I had. *Hic* a full shard o' that, whaddaya-call-it *Hic* Mythril, once. Put it into a shield *Hic* Then sold it to a Paladin for *Hic* a sword *Hic*" Sarge pulls out conspirator then stabs it into the table.

I had actually considered finding a smith to reforge the Demonic scissors into a hidden blade, but, I'd never got round to it, and probably never will. Good luck in finding someone to make it for Johon!

Ooc: Contrary to my avatar, I'm this guy:

Endgaaaaaaame? Can we get those player breakdowns?

Sarge hands the 250 gold over. After taking a final sip of the crystal sovereign, he looks at the empty bottle, shrugs, then throws it over his shoulder. Adjusting his leg and pegleg on the table, he reaches over to a neighboring table and grabs a half empty beer bottle. Before downing it he takes a look past his legs at the document. Noticing the hidden blade he nods, then takes a chug of the beer, and sighs. "A Knife? On a glove? *Hic* That mate, would fail. *Hic* Yer see right mate, yer see, that when yer went ter *Hic* stab someone, as yer do, yer see? *Hic*, the blade would just go back into it'self, *hic* cos of the... Whaddayacall it *Hic* Telescopics yer see?! *Hic* It's a knife on a glove *Hic*"