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"I was actually going to comment on this, but assumed that the voice of the sky would make fun of me for being silly if I did. I actually just thought that the pools of blood represented previous tour members, and for whatever reason there had been enough blood from them. Alright, so, no blood... what does that mean? Perhaps it has something to do with who the clues were given to on different days? But there was blood in the intro... or rather, the very first action. Do you think the demon worshiper is able to do things while the rest of us are sitting around building?" "I've just had a brain burst. You think the demon would be pretty active, right?! They'd want to catch the most clues, right? So that we couldn't get any. Perhaps those who have completed a number of challenges should actually be more heavily scrutinized. Sounds a little backwards, I know, but my obsession with spy thrillers has taught me to think outside the box!"

Joss Whedon is a good writer, good director, and a huge comic book nerd. He has yet to disappoint me with something. The cast is fantastic. The Avengers are awesome. I have nothing else to add. I think that all speaks for itself. I'm super stoked.

I aspire to be a writer. It's what I will be going to college for in the fall! Theater, television, and movies. I have written, directed and produced a play. It got rave reviews from my extremely small town, though a teacher of theater at Yale read it and gave general good notes as well. Not too much else to say about it. I'm half way through a second play, and about 15% through a short novel. I too used to have a problem with giving up on projects (and of course still do). My advice - pick a THEME you really care about, and you think is central to your life. If you end up being inspired by something new, it will probably relate back to your theme, because if you pick a central theme in your life and thoughts, all things relate back to it, so instead of being inspired to start a new project, you're inspired to return to your work. Themes I address often in writing: free will v. fate v. chance, up-standers v. by-standers, inherent evilness in people, pompousness, perspective, and responsibility for actions.

*Sylvia sits at the edge of the water, waiting for the nominees to be chosen. She had not been chosen yet and didn't expect to. She was bad at the challenges. She hoped that perhaps the clue the old man gave would suit her abilities more.* "Alright, let us all share our clues straight out. Compile them into a list. Assuming that we all get all the clues, even if the traitor comes up with some false ones, we should be able to weed through them. All cards on the table and all hands on deck. That's a phrase I learned when I was an intern on a pirate ship for a year in my younger days!"

The idea of the game is that anyone can have any pet, as long as it doesn't affect the combat and stats. I agree with you guys, keeping certain creatures rare would be cool, but if anyone happens to want a phoenix, they've got the right.

What a beautifully clean build. The creation is cohesive, very in the same style the whole way through, and the angles and share are great. Raise the very top of the head so that there's no indent with sides. Other than that, beautiful work, I love the beak, and the clean crisp colors are fun and striking.

Challenge begin.

Apparently Masked Builder and JimBee have two characters with amnesia. This is why I started a spreadsheet with the last time I met people, and my impressions of them. I'm glad Boomingham is getting a core friends group, I finally can say there is a group that it would be really good for him to quest with! Though they're all essentially heavy hitter types. Tesni, Hybros, Eric, Hoke, Boomers, Nyx. That would be quite the quest. Though of course, that's only if Boomingham were to go on a quest with his buddies. The great part of questing with non-buddies is that you get to interact with even more new characters.

"A woman?" Boomingham asks, a eyebrow raised. "For you? I've always seen you more as a lone ranger type myself! But yes.... yes, the other sex does indeed snare the best of us..." Boomingham sits quietly for a few seconds. Barty opens his mouth to talk, but Boomingham swiftly tosses his drink on the little angel, soaking him. Barty sputters in protest. "Better than in my mouth, right?" Boomingham teases the little angel. "I've been fine. If I look stronger it's because I've swung my mighty blade at just about everything that lives and breaths. Bugs, dead creatures, generals, rock monsters, snowmen, hell, even some folks from before my original time. What about you my little genius friendo? Win any other battles with your little tactics?" "Don't tempt her," he chuckles. "Her birds and dragons are a little big for in here. Near gave me a heart attack. And you two do know each other. Even with my fuzzy brain I remember you two quested together with Eric and I when we fought Umbra. Apparently you didn't make much of an impression on each other, or maybe you've been clubbed on the head one too many times." "This vile stuff is sticky when it dries?!" exclaims Barty in disgust and dismay, noticing the alcohol's effects. "What is wrong with you?! Why do you consume this?"

Boomingham laughs and pats Eric on the back. "Perfect response. No other reason to be anywhere, is there? Glory and honor are all good and fine, but food and drink... they're the reason to live, no doubt! Though I'm afraid I've gotten myself two guardian angels recently, neither of which supports my drinking habits." Boomingham indicates Hoke and Barty. "They're good kids, but they won't let me touch the stuff until after noon." "Kids?! You think you're old, Lawrence?! Oh no, I've been alive for thousands of years! I saw you be born, and I'll see you die." Boomingham nods. "Let me eat a little first and catch up with Eric, and I'd be honored to join you. Tesni as well, though that sword of her gives me the heebie-jeebies."

Superb. The blurred picture actually showcase how similar they are, they really appear to be the same building. Where you could, you captured the exact details of the building, but that's often hard with tiny models. When you were unable to get the exact details, you used the same feel as the original piece - the coloring and design are the same in both. This is exactly what a small replica should be!

Boomingham had spent the night sleeping in front of the fire. After Hoke and he had chatted and dined for a while, sharing stories of quests and battles and the warrior's code, his eyes had slid shut, and he had been off to dream-land. Boomingham had strange dreams since becoming a Paladin. Some nights he had awful nightmares, and some nights he had foggy visions. Barty told him that neither of them were natural. Now he awakes with a start. Hoke is asleep in the mighty chair across from him. Boomingham makes a brave attempt at getting to his feet without setting the chair off in a great creaking argument. He is successful. "Good chairs," Boomingham says to himself under his breath. He scans the Hall and is surprised to see one of his oldest friends, albeit in new get-up. Boomingham saunters over to the bar and orders an early morning drink. He then turns to Eric. "Greetings, stranger," he grins. "What brings you to these parts?"

Make sure you educate yourself as to what Jess has been up to while you've been gone . Welcome back!

Boomingham takes off his helmet, places it on the table, and shakes his head. Droplets of water soar off of him but his beard and wisps of hair remain soaking wet. "Brrrrrrr, thank you for that, Mr. Hoke. I'm afraid I forgot myself," Boomingham mumbles. The throbbing of his head has not resided, though he was decidedly less drunk in all other aspects. He rubs his head, which still bears the thorny diadem, usually hidden under his helmet. "This is a true warrior," Barty lectures everyone who has gathered around Boomingham. "Oh, go away, you. I'm a fine warrior, just not a fine example. I'm old and foolish." "That's an excuse!" Barty huffs. "Damn straight it is!" Boomingham smiles broadly at Barty. "Hoke, would you mind ordering me meat of some sort, and Sylph here has promised to refill my glass. I promise, nothing hard, just something to take the edge off getting sober. Flaming Gumballs, perhaps? I never got it after my Arena match! Apparently the other pubs of Eubric aren't familiar with it, poor Nyx must have a hell of a time finding it."

Boomingham's swimming head made it hard to recall the man, but he thought perhaps that he had seen him when he had first met Mr. Nur. "Everything is just dandy, just dandy." "Everything is not dandy. This man is delusional. He has been out drinking and fighting. He got an Orc landed in jail just because he wanted his helmet. Where is the justice in that? If I wasn't forced to fix him, I'd go give a piece of my mind to that town guard. They're lousy." "We're fine! We're great! Didn't we have fun Barty?" "We're banned from three pubs. You slept on the street, twice. No, rather, you passed out on the street twice. Once in the rain. You got into four fights. You broke two ribs and were too drunk to fix them so I had to." "I liked you better when you were in the barrel." "Oh, yes, I had almost forgotten, he put me in an empty barrel and sat on the lid for a few hours so I couldn't escape while he flirted with a poor lass half his age. He's been married, for Ennoc's sake, and this poor girl is half his age, but me... in a barrel. By far his worst offence so far. Two weeks of stupidity." "It was my birthday." Boomingham abruptly turns his attention back to Haldor. "What'd you say was wrong then, chappy?" "Anddddddd he's always in debt," Barty grabs twenty gold from Boomingham's pocket and hands it over to Sylph. "I apologize. Perhaps I can get him to be a negative example to others. Put him in the stocks. Tell the youth this is what they could become if they're not careful."

Boomingham barreled through the doors to the hall, waltzing and singing on his own, a half empty bottle in his hand. Barty followed close behind. "And all the boys went off to war, 'cause the orcs called your mum a boar, and all the ladies stopped and swooned, when Boomingham received his wound!" Boomingham laughs outrageously and collapses onto a table face down. He emits a low chuckle from time to time. Barty sits on the table top. Suddenly, Boomingham wretches his face up and calls out to the hall. "It's my birthday!!! Maybe. Some time. I don't even know anymore. That's the tough spot in travelling through time, isn't it? I was sealed at age thirty, a week or two after my birthday in the fall. I was deposited here in the spring time... so I've been here for almost fifteen years now, one of which has been spent happily here in Heroica. But who knows? It's no where near the day I was born, but I have been alive for almost forty-five years, and that's the truth. Time jumble bumble throws the whole she-bang off, don't it?" Boomingham collapses downwards again. "You're very drunk," Barty informs him disdainfully. "I should have you kicked out of the order." "Ooooooh, you won't. If you aren't my guardian angel, you don't exist on this plane, do you now? Nooooooope. So you won't, won't, won't, will you? Don't, don't, don't, won't you?" Boomingham chuckles. Boomingham is now forty five years old. He gains no stats.

Just to add to the compliments... Khrone, awesome awesome awesome. I love so many characters in this game. EDIT: Scorpiox, perhaps I should have read your post before posting mine! Looks like Haldor and Boomingham have very similar birthdays, if not birth dates!

Just reading through some current Quests... did Boomingham get a Orc put in jail... or was this some other silly bearded racist paladin?

More juicy character interactions. I'm loving Maurice v. Hybros/Eric. Eric and Hybros have been pals forever, and are both a little scummy, and it's adding even more to the fight with Maurice. Great great great. That team may rival my love for Quest #6's team, who just seemed to get along so well and so perfectly.

A another commendable choice. I can totally see that.

Had to look him up. I like the suggestion. Aka, yes, this is who would play Boomingham. Everyone look him up. He's perfect.

Nice choice, you're right, I thought about him, but then forgot. I like the idea of Shatner too, Flipz, but he doesn't seem to speak quickly enough. I think good Boomingham candidates would be Geoffrey Rush, Jeff Bridges, or Robert Downy Jr. (if he got a bit older and put on a bit of weight). Any thoughts. Boomingham also has yet to enter the hall after his Arena visit. I wonder what he's been up to. Seriously, though, I have to think up some excuse.

Perfect. Sandy, nice choice as well. I'm a theater/movie/television nut (seriously, what I want to go into ), but I currently can't think of anyone for Boomingham. Any ideas? I'll brainstorm. There's not that many old heavier actors.

Did you learn that trick from me.

Question - Do Scrolls always work? If so, perhaps it would be in our best interest to make them a 50/50 shot of working. I know a lot of people have mentioned that they are extremely powerful, so it might be a good way to limit them!