CMP

Well, his friends all falling into the cycle of joining Heroica and then inevitably dying at some point isn't going to help things.

Boomingham is going to be one depressed old bastard by the time you're done.

I'm kind of curious to hear where everybody's at with their second character. After months of indecision I've finally settled on a single idea.

Atramor propped up his feet at his table to avoid squashing any of the multicolored critters that seemed to be infesting the hall. "Really lettin' anythin' be heroes these days, aren't they..." he mumbled under his breath, shrugging and taking a long sip of rum. McCafferey ambled around his table seemingly aimlessly, but eyed everyone present critically.

Thanks. Turns out flipping the white background I use on its side helps a ton with the lighting. Had to do some serious editing to recreate the Pheles Kris but I think it turned out well.

If you could draft one for Quests, that'd be great. There's a serviceable one that I used for Quest 1, but it could be a bit more refined. I spent like two hours compiling stuff for the Baltarok page and still feel like there's a lot more to go. But we've all made a ton of progress over the past, what, two days?

Atramor returned to the saloon after a few hours wandering Eubric, as if it'd get him back to speed on what had occurred in his absence. The Pheles Kris seemed almost aglow as he walked back inside, so he sheathed the weapon, sliding his shield onto his back, and took up his seat once again, sipping from the bottle of rum that was waiting for him. His eyes slid around for any familiar faces present, but he found surprisingly few.

I think unless explicitly stated otherwise weapon effects don't channel through spells.

You'd be surprised how many quests pile up. And only one person can edit topics. If QMs took the initiative I'd be happy to get the Treasury back up to speed. Everyone needs to clear their new items with Sandy anyway, so if I just got a PM with that last after the end of each quest...

Thing is those get out of date really easily and they're super hard for one person to manage.

Wasn't Azog one of those exclusives as well?

Atramor looked over at the quest board as another notice was posted on it. He walked down the stairs to examine - upon realizing it'd been posted by Ratabor Mossycloak, the regular frowned, scribbling his name down under Quest 108.

That could just be Bard in his Battle of the Five Armies outfit. If so I can't imagine any reason we're not getting it in a set.

"What the hell kind of quest pitch ends with a question..." grumbled Atramor a bit, before scribbling his name down under Quest 107. It sounded like the Ji Pei were hunting for something. In his experience under Eubric all they'd find was a bunch of demons.

"Hopefully it's easier than the last time I had to save a princess - it was in the middle of a damn war. Lions, Dragons, dragons, cultists, chimeras, demons. I'm still tryin' to figure out just what the hell happened there." Atramor shook his head and took another long sip of his drink.

"It's the Pheles Kris now, but no, Mephisto's still foatin' around in there somewhere. Nyx, Docken, Namyrra and I actually went into the desert a few months back, took out two of his fellow archdemons. That's three. Way I hear it, still four to go." "True. And I ain't mopin', I'm just drinkin'. Soon as something comes up that interests me, I'll probably be out killin' whatever it is."

"That it is. Funny, no matter how these quests seem to go, always seems like everyone's itchin' for another one after long." Atramor sipped his rum, looking around as another wave of heroes hit the Hall.

Doesn't affect the fact that I've been considering the class anyway.

What got nerfed? Nevermind, I see it. I don't see much of an issue. Just don't be so reliant on having the Lucky effect and it's like not even relevant.

"They got elves and ghosts down there too? Thought demons and their damn worshipers would'a been enough. Well, ya' must've done well, that blade seems six times sharper than when I gave it to ya'."

"Aye," nodded Atramor. "We've...been out for a while. Tryin' to get rid of problems that always manage to get rid of us first," he added, grumbling. "It's a long story. What've you been up to, mate? Don't think I've seen you seen ya' went to some party..."

"You tell him, Arthur," remarked Atramor dryly, sipping from a fresh bottle.

"Well, go guiltily please yourself somewhere else." Atramor then ignored the strange black blob, quietly sharpening the Tiger Claws using the nigh-unbreakable Pheles Kris.

Atramor glanced at the floating eyeball that slid inside, and shook his head, gulping down the last few drops of rum before tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder at the thing idly. "We don't serve your kind here, mate. There's a nice big temple under the city ya' might have better luck crawlin' into."

I'll bite. What the hell are you talking about?