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    "Pretzel, handle Green. Dyric, don't target the Sorcerer, let him Mind Merge with somebody. It's a free kill. Pretzel, make sure the green berserker doesn't have a chance to hit us twice." Atramor steps into the back row, tying his rope into a lasso of sorts, tossing it around the statue and pulling it sideways towards the blue berserker (and minotaur). "Hope this works." Same Order
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    Lane glanced at Mizuki and shrugged, handing over his hand mortar. "If you say so." The ogre waved the three of them inside. For such a run-down establishment in the Hovels, the Locale was quite busy. Lane crossed his arms and snorted at the multitude of drunken patrons and the working girls. "This is our recruiting center, huh?"
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    "Yep. No good making only one of you disarm."
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    "Oh. I understand." "You should get a different costume, then."
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    "If it helps, you looks just as ridiculous with the bow as without."
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    Agreed. I'm a sucker for identifying a culture like this if Quest 89 didn't make that evident enough, I love what Khorne's doing with Dastan here.
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    The ogre rubbed his eyes. "Alright, alright. Worst costumes ever..." "Hold on tights. I'm going to have to check your weapons, too. Too many booze and ladies inside. Don't go so well with swords and such." "Wolfgang don't go anywhere without their weapons." "That's what you said your last four visits, Reg. You can have a sword or a woman tonight, not both." Reg looked between his greatsword and the inside of the Locale repeatedly, and sighed dejectedly. "We'll wait out here, heroes."
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    Atramor examines the barrels with the black stuff on the top, then steps into X17. Battle Order Atramor Pretzel Namyrra Dyric "Mostly killin' archdemons, bird-faced necromancers, and blue ninjas with their pet magic dragons, in between lots of travel through inter-continental magic doorways, flyin' airships, pentagram-based teleportation, and inter-dimensional storage facilities." "You?"
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    The ogre sighed. "Fine. You're in. But the rest of you aren't fooling me."
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    "Hero? Yeah, right. You look like one of those dancing woodsmen out in the forest. Did you leave your tights at home?"
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    "It's a Hallow's Eve party. Some people actually get superstitious about that crap so we do it a week early. Been a tradition since Lady Luck's Locale was founded."
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    I wasn't kidding about the costume party thing.
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    "Then they have plenty of value. Enough to be a liability to every person living in Eubric." By now the heroes had got to the slums. Ahead stood a place quite unlike the rest. To the west, east, south? Beggars, hunting crumbs. The Locale looked north, 'twas the bird of this nest. A hulking ogre in makeshift armor lined with what looked like feathers and the head of an aepyornis on his head leered down at the party as they approached. "No costume, no entry."
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    It's only when he rolls Enchantment and has enough ether.
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    Actual in-game armor and how your character looks can be as different as you want it. There's no relation between the two.
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    "Sounds..." Miderun scratched her head, failing to find the right word. "...sophisticated? This book is very wordy. If your work is anything like this it's probably more...intricate than any writings to come out of Baltarok. Longer, too. There are only so many words that rhyme with 'bloody'..." Miderun looked up at the mention of her name. "No thanks. For one orcs don't find glory in killing random animals at a farm. It also doesn't sound very...heroic. And if it's as difficult as they say, I don't think we'd last very long. I learned long ago not to pick fights that are above me." The orc tugged at a loose bit of her bandaged arm.
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    "No no! I mean, not- not anymore. Reg- Reg said if I didn't get clean I wouldn't have a- a place in the Wolfgang's new- our new- you know- our new image. I was in prison for a long time anyway so- so I had to get off it anyway, and figured it was stay- you- y-you know- stay in the prison or get clean and- and well, get out. Heroes put me there. I'm- in the prison I mean. I don't- really don't want to fight you guys again." Briar shivers. "We're not gonna fight, right? You guys seem okay. Cool and okay." "Exactly. That's why they're unfit to lord over us. They don't care about the needs of anyone other than themselves. Half of 'em are insane isolationists and the other half are concerned only with power and profit. Ulric's already got support all throughout the Hovels. His connection with the common people: that's how he's going to win Eubric. Anyone else would've had my gang executed. Ulric saw our value and put us to better use." "Pardon me if I'm not holding my breath. I'll be keeping my eye on them if it's all the same to you." Will have a more significant update up later today hopefully.
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    "No no, I can figure this out," insisted Miderun, turning the page after several minutes of concentrated reading. "You sound like my clan leader. As soon as the bridge issue was sorted out he commissioned a mural about what had happened. How you find a decent artist in Baltarok is beyond me." The orc shrugged. "So what do you write then? If you came to Heroica for inspiration, or if it involves orcs at all, I'm assuming some sort of epics. " "I guess so. But I've met plenty of hobgoblins before. Maybe they're a little crazy, but they can be reasonable." "Good luck out there Vind. Taroksh maz lan kan tan di ei kon tan dir maro."
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    "Everyone just calls her Little Red. I doubt you'd know her, though last I heard her employers did get some help from Heroica a few months back. Works for the local newspaper now. The Eubric Herald, I think. Indeed...it seems disputes will always crop up, no matter how similar you are. I might be part of the Wolfgang but I don't agree with much of what we've done in the past. I did some questionable things to earn a living, and I regret none of it, but we've all come far from another criminal faction." "Sounds like a raw deal. Hope you find the bastards and make 'em pay. I used to used to be a writer, believe it or not. The Houses lording over us common folk have a lot of secrets. I spent most of my time digging them up. As you can see, it didn't turn out very damn well in the end." Reg grinds his golden teeth together. "I took some friends and we turned into small-time thugs, with nothing else to do. Red over there is the oldest. Eventually we found out the Wolfgang was recruiting and I kept my team together while we ran jobs for them. Briar was doing something similar with his own team, but it didn't end well for them. Busted him out a while back and he's been trying to get back into shape. Lot of what he did doesn't fly with Ulric anymore. Many people would call us criminals. Might be right. But we can't let anyone sit back and have the reigns over what everyone does. We'd make fools out of the Houses, steal from the rich, give to the poor. Even shook down this little mudhole of a city down in the sewers. Seemed innocent enough, but hell, they're part of Eubric too, they can't sit back doing nothing while we fight for the people." "Doubt it," remarked Lane bluntly. "Maybe they take better care of the poor than the Houses, but to get what they want they'd be more than happy to kill plenty of good people that happen to be in their way. The writing's on the wall there, just look at what they've been doing the past few years."
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    Miderun picked up the book, opening it open unsuredly and blinking at the expanse of unfamiliar words. "Common, huh? Hmm." She struggled through most of a page, her eyes narrowing at the paper as conversation continued around her. Eventually the mention of Baltarok got her attention, and Miderun looked up. "Really? I didn't know elves cared about those kind of issues, or even that there were any in the High Kingdoms. Well, it's good to hear I'm not the only one who found something of value in that whole mess. Says a lot when you find heroes over there risking their lives for a bunch of orcs they were out killing a few centuries ago." "Quit whining, you're making us all look bad," snapped Miderun across the bar. "But since you asked, yeah, I can smell you from here."
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    "Sure." Miderun shrugged. "What 'classics' do elves read? We have a few tales that are always being passed down from parents to children. I'm guessing they're something like those."
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    Miderun blinked, evidently surprised at Annienal's use of her language. "Studied orcish? I wasn't aware- I didn't know orcish was studied." She stared at the book as though it were a foreign object for a brief time. "We don't have a lot of those in Baltarok. Too hard to produce. I don't much see the point anyway. It's just words. If it's important, you could probably just learn it from somebody, right?"
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    "Sure." "Good to meet you. I haven't met many myrcand before. Those in Spesiala tend to keep to themselves."
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    "Yreg, myvrahkstyr. Fine by me. My name is Miderun. This is Vindsval and Bobby."
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