CMP

"Hah. Aye, feels like forever ago. Funny, half of us here were on that quest too." Atramor looks up, eyes widening before narrowing at the mess of clouds lining of the sky. "Gah! Again? I've had enough damn storms..."

No, he deals double damage to Humanoids and Undead, but can damage both Holy and Demonic creatures normally.

"Aye, been fine, gone on a good few Quests since that storm. Seems you have as well, I assume your healins' gonna be twice as helpful now. Good to have ya' on the party again - bein' a Witch is great and all, but I dunno how the hell you deal with havin' to heal everybody every other round." Atramor shook his head, with a chuckle, and turned to Nyx. "I see you've seen that elf at the market. I considered buyin' onna those robes myself, they're pretty useful, but I ended up shellin' out everything I had for this sword," he explained, tapping the pommel of the hateful weapon, which was sticking out of his cloak. He then turned his head to the elf, with a frown. "Now, what' this we gotta do first?"

Oddly enough, Atramor is the first to arrive. He raises his eyebrows, looking left and right, McCafferey as always on his shoulder. "...Uh...huh." All looks good to me.

In its current form it's unique and helpful. If we'd thought ahead with it Xander would've been a lot more help in the last Dastan battle.

Sure, but that'll be a bit difficult. And I don't see what having worms has to do with farming, nor do I need it at all. It's not my fault I have worms.

Atramor eyes Boomingham's unnatural drink, taking a sip of his own bottle of rum, his newly purchased weapon lying on the counter in front of him. McCafferey sat on the crossguard, glancing up and down the blade and at the soon-to-be-questmates.

I don't care about him, I have worms, shouldn't I be the one the doctor's worrying about?

Yes, but shouldn't the doctor be asking that?

Nevermind, all is good, must've just been a case of intrabsentosis. Completely normal.

Lies. I have nothing. Is this dark magic just an elaborate identity theft scheme?

No promises, Atramor is fond of calamari.

That would explain a lot, his watch runs in an entirely different timezone.

Hey, I can still roleplay for it. I'll be taking heads off left and right (hopefully), and Atramor isn't a cold-blooded maniac, I'm sure he'll be affected somehow. Maybe.

Paying? Screw that, I'm just gonna guilt-trip you, you loot-grubbing bastard.

I just spent my entire Quest reward on it, it better be too awesome...

"That's fair," nodded Atramor, handing over the rolled-up Scroll of Blindness and 371 coins.

Atramor stared at the sword, which glimmered a bloody orange in the torchlight. With a feral grin, he grasped the hilt, pulling it with a ring off the stone. Funny, he could still picture Loren growing in rage as he waved this very weapon at him...he lifted it upward, watching the distorted reflection of him and the hall shift. It was of no metal or make he recognized. Definitely older than he'd've thought. "This, mate - this is a good weapon. So, what was the final deal?"

Atramor nodded to Xander, finishing his rum and slamming the empty bottle on the table before following the barbarian out of the hall.

Atramor nods to Cronk. "Give Wren and whatever idiots she's surroundin' herself with this time a good bashin' for us."

Tarn attacks Brunt Atramor does nothing Mallelio does nothing Brunt A spawns, Brunt takes poison damage. Tarn attacks Brunt A Atramor Seals Brunt Mallelio does nothing Brunt A dies, Brunt takes poison damage. Tarn attacks Brunt Atramor does nothing Mallelio does nothing Brunt B spawns, Brunt takes poison damage. Tarn attacks Brunt B Atramor Seals Brunt Mallelio does nothing Etc. For 26 rounds.

Atramor isn't an overly superstitious or a religious person. Well, the little bit of that stuff which does exist might show up in Quest 40, but he's not going to decline loot because it's been soaked in the blood of thousand demons.

"Aye, you dunno the half of it...Rufindel was there to, but, eh...he's not the most talkative kinda guy. As was Cronk, but he seems to be headin' for another run-in with Wren." He takes another deep sip of rum. "Patricia don't take crap from anybody, and her head's harder than any cobblestone, but at least she has her damn stubbornness set on cleanin' Eubric of the scum linin' its belly. Guards were disappearin', the only clue we could find was this keystone." He makes a circle with his thumb and middle finger. "'Bout this big, made of emerald and with some markins' on it. We were told it's from Strivvi, a slavin' island, and that apparently each one is completely unique to the vault it's designed to open. The Wolfgang were more than interested in it, we (well, Cronk) took out a lieutenant, they attacked the guardhouse, Quest over. And now apparently they have follow-ups in both the missing guards and the keystone case."

You're still the only vampire-lover in Heroica.