Dannylonglegs

"Mmm. Actually, I'll hold onto this." stated sylph, returning his trial brew to his sack.

OoC: I doubt it, hence the Trial Brew.

OoC: Sylph said he used one of his Salts. Sylph took his Trial Brew.

I'm sure they'll find a way. I think they'll continue the story with some of the main characters who progressively advance, Laval and Eris, for instance, but they'll fight different enemies. Maybe the militant Rhinos will march in on the lions once the crocs are defeated, or perhaps the story'll continue with a quest to find some ancient source of Chi or maybe a hidden ancestor fig or some macguffin. Maybe the long lost Elephant tribe will emerge a la serpentines and Terra-cotta warriors from Ninjago. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"I agree with you. I do the most healing and scroll casting, so I guess I'll take the Salts. Alex, take the mead. Elgar, take the nostrum, and the tonic. Galen, the phoenix essence, Lycan, you get the potion, and Johon, you get the remedy. thank you mam for your kindness. If you think you can make it, I suggest you go to the Town Hall where they have established a safe-zone."

"Hmm. Good point Punii." Hissed Sylph. "Perhaps the Dead are adding to his power? That's very problematic. He was very powerful then, but I can't imagine how powerful he is now." Stated Sylph. He took a Smelling Salts. "Now that you've been freed, is there any help you can give us as we storm the castle? Are there any secret entrances or traps we can make use of? Do you have any consumable items we could have? Can you cast spells from scrolls?"

Damn, I missed the end of that conversation! I guess I'll have to wait until we're fighting him to be all doomy and gloomy about the future of Humanity and nature and whatnot. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"We are Heroes from Heroica. I'm The Leader, Sylph, a Druid. These are my companions, Galen, the rogue, Johon, the Raider, Lycan, the rogue, Elgar, the Evoker, and Alex, the Paladin. Oh, and Punii, the Alchemist. You've been enslaved by the Magician Progg 'Regret.' If you don't remember what Proggs are, my yellow friend here is a small one. Is this your Manor? Are you the great magician Dini?"

I agree completely! Of the two though, I like the chainsawee one the best. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

Druids are notoriously bad at allegories. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"So you're saying we should all fly to Dini if we want to live? You do understand how tiresome that would be for beings without wing, such as ourselves. That said, your message is clear: We rats are to die spectacularly as we futily attempt to assault your grandiose Manor..." Stated Sylph, pausing for a moment, and raising his hands as a ragged Jester would, holding the splintered rod left of his once smooth but gnarled staff. "You know, I once heard a story from my Druid Mentor about a cat. There once was a cat--a loyal animal bred by humans to kill rats and mice that infest a human's house. This Cat was a killing machine. He killed all the mice and rats in his master's house, and proudly left their corpses upon his master's doorstep after tormenting his kills for hours for fun. The one thing this Cat was more proud of than his ability to kill though, was his pure white coat of fur, untarnished by the mice-hunting, washed daily. One day after serving his master for many years, this cat encountered a humble rat. This rat, they say, had never been captured by a cat and had grown old avoiding the cats. It wore a coat of scars and its fur was torn and unkempt. The Cat saw his quarry as such a treasure, that upon capturing it, which he did easily, the cat played with it for hours until he was tired. The cat, enjoying repeatedly capturing this humbled and bruised rat, decided to injure the rat so much that the cat could leave it while he napped and return to his game when he woke. So, he did. He removed the rat's intestines from its body--without damaging the guts of course--and tied them to the rat's back legs, and then slept. As he slept, the rat pulled himself with his front legs up to the sleeping cat and gnawed out the cat's jugular and the cat's white fur was stained red. Being a Druids' Story, the moral of course is that humans ruin nature with their stupid too-close-to-man creations. I'm no story teller, so take that for what you will. Nothing stands Eternity's tests. Not even humans will. Even if you kill us tonight, you will one day encounter a rat that's too fun for you to kill, and it will kill you. This land is stronger than we humble insects, and all insects die."

Sylph, feeling a bit better, replied to his tormentor honestly. "Well I didn't think he'd of sent one. Do you think I'm stupid? I thought you were sending us some magical message. I heard you were a pretty good magician, so I wanted to know whether to take you seriously or not. Now that you have my attention, though, was there something you wanted to say, or did you come to size us up? If it's the latter, then I'm sure that simply talking with Regret'd help you more than dropping in for a visit, I'd think."

Of course.. And we'll be ready. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

How was Sylph supposed to know the final boss was fighting them now as opposed to later. He thought it was an illusion. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"Oh..." Grunted Sylph between gasps pf pain. "I guess. *huff* You are real. *huff* well that sucks. *huh huh huh* I guess... You can't blame me for... Trying." Sylph huffed and healed himself.

Oh Gods, Endgame, that is one Bad-@$$ Progg. Poke. ~Insectoid Aristocrat