CMP

The mechanic changes have been edited in. We're adjusting drops and monsters now.

Bobby doesn't gain experience, having been KO'd at the end of battle. I should also gain 2 health thanks to Natural Respite. Miderun smirked as Tom's blood splattered all over the place as Benji tore the fool in half despite the injures she's sustained. Slinging Serstyral over her back, she looks around to find Bobby on the ground. "We've got things to do, get up." She reached down and grabbed the rogue's collar, pulling him upright with little effort. The orc then glanced at Benji and motioned to Tom and Flora. "And now we divy up their stuff, right?" I mean current, not maximum health, sorry. You had the max health right, I should just heal by 2.

"Havin' a homeless drunk piss on your grave. The dead need to stay in the damn ground." Atramor glared at the necromancer, the point of the Pheles Kris only a few feet from his neck.

"If Retak turns out to be trustworthy then I've just solved one hell of a problem. Maybe Alistair's less of a risk to side with, but he's also enslavin' the undead."

Nintendo has no clue what constitutes a new name for a system.

"There ya' have it then. Are ya' with us or against us ya' old bastard?"

Miderun steps into the front row again to swing her axe at Tom's dumb head.

"Then the rest of Heroica beats the livin' shit outta him. It don't sound like he's lyin'." "The Ji Pei's automatons saved our lives and helped us destroy two or three dozen ninja who were plannin' to overthrow an entire country a couple months ago. Three of 'em died in the effort."

Damn right it is. So go home and fulfill the Mexicon Dream. I'm got Russians to torpedo, cigars to smoke, and other torpedomen to yell orders at.

What the hell is this? I don't need some smartmouth Frenchman on my blowing-stuff-up crew. Speak American, damnit!

Miderun grunted as Tom took two quick swings at her, the wooden club smashing into her bad arm. She reeled back, pulling her facemask down roughly so she could down a potion from the back row. "Somebody put this guy down before I get my hands on him..."

"My thoughts exactly mate."

In few games can the same person make a life or death decision about the same character twice after killing him the first time. And letting him live the second time.

Atramor stared for a moment, thinking. "...As soon as this crusade of yours is done, ya' free these undead. They've been in this damn world long enough." The regulator stepped towards Retak Ysp and turned, the Pheles Kris now pointed towards Alistair, glancing at his party. "There ain't no oversight here. Nobody to screw up this plane once the necromancers are dead. We can get ridda this problem and have somebody else take over. Maybe the Ji Pei or the Guild." "Heckz, I know you don't give a shit about who wins, but think 'bout how much loot these necromancers have. Pretzel, this guy wants justice. Nothin' else. We get rid of the necromancers, let him get his justice, and there's no more undead left, plus there's nobody left to make any more. Thalion, this ain't like Xu - that was an entire country. This is a problem we can actually fix. I dunno about you, but I don't get enough chances like this. I'm takin' it."

Present and ready to have my underlings torpedo the crap out of the enemies of the good ol' US of A, captain.

The Baron looks at between Deborah and Hybros, and simply nods, turning back to the tunnel that leads to Zylstra. He drags Moke - who's been curled up in terror on one side of the cavern - to his feet, and pushes the gnome along back to town. "I take my leave now. I trust your drilling won't cause any problems for Zylstra." He looked back briefly. "This place has cost me too many people. I hope you find what you're looking for." And with that, he was gone.

Posco's broken amulet seems to have broken in half - violently. The two halves of the etched stone talisman had singed edges. It appears to been some sort of last resort. The Baron raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples as he comprehended what'd just happened. After a moment or two, he just sighed. "Yes. Perhaps you were right to convince him to...leave us. Maybe it was for the best, maybe it wasn't, but....well, what's done is done."

Vindsval's physically attacking like the rest of us - his attacks don't consume ether. You also forgot to calculate Zepher's power bonus. Miderun glances at the child hiding behind Vindsval, with sorrow, but no regret in her eyes. She then turns back to Tom, glaring as she swings her axe towards him from the front row.

Sounds like you need a party. Which could potentially include a super tank Regulator.

Atramor scratched his head, sighing, and turning to Retak. "What do you and the undead do once the necromancers are dead? This plane is obviously important to a lot of people, Heroica included."

The lines are a little thin, but the last non-POTC pirates set was years ago. Times have changed. A lot of figures today have leg and back printing. If the lines were a little more bold I could see LEGO having designs like this.

"Perhaps...you're right. I'm no innocent. Nothing can get that much blood off my hands." "Heroes, you wouldn't-" sputtered the Baron, before Posco cut him off again. "I appreciate you letting me hole up here for the last few years. Really. But I screwed up. No matter how careful I could've been....there's no escaping these people." The Baron could only stare in dejected silence as Posco approached the Blue Assassins. "I surrender." "Excellent. Collecting you could've been-" "But you'll have to come get me first." Posco tore an amulet off his neck and cast it aside as he walked towards the Blue Assassin. Almost immediately, the halfling burst into flame, as though he were being consumed by a fireball. Alzar and his fellow quickly stepped backward as Posco managed a few more steps, fell to his knees, and crumpled forward onto the ground with what looked like a maddened grin on his face as he incinerated into a blackened heap. "Damn it. Nothing can ever go smoothly, can it? Hmph. Well, the old bastard's dead. Thanks for the help." The Blue Assassin callously tossed each hero a pouch of 100 gold. He even tossed one at the Baron out of nothing more than amusement. It hit the gnome in the chest and fell to the ground, for he was still watching the smoking ruin of Posco in horror. "I suppose we should let you get back to your digging then. Best of luck." He waved lazily over his shoulder as he and his compatriot turned to leave.

Certainly a sight different than these giants.

"If you're going to let him get bullied by this little rat, damn right we will." Miderun drew Serstyral, charging past Vindsval into the front row, swinging at Tom Dale.

He's more around Hulk height I think.