Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[KotZ]

Kiray looks at the board and smiles. She was chosen, she processes in her mind. She looks over the names of them joining her. One she had lost to in the Arena, Grimwald. Others she had heard of and listened to snippets of their conversation. It looked like a good group for a first quest.

[Flipz]

Arthur stands outside the City Watch headquarters, resolute. "I didn't think I'd be this nervous."

"We all are first day on the job, no matter who we are or what we've been before. It's the responsibility we bear for this city finally settling in."

"Responsibility...yes, I've been missing that in my life."

"Yeah, I bet you have, Hero...*grumble grumble*"

"Well, it is time for me to return to the Hall. The Heroes will require my aid."

"Private Bert. Private Andrew."

"Private Regulus."

A figure in a dark cloak passes by. With a jolt, all three Guards recognize him.

"It's that thief who emptied the Repository!"

"I've got him!"

Arthur tears off after the dark figure, but the man darts through narrow alleyways and into crowded streets and back into the winding passages. Arthur can't help but notice they are moving in the direction of Heroica Hall. Just as he realizes this, he rounds a bend hot on the heels of the cloaked man...only to see...

"...nothing?"

He takes a step forward, nearly tripping over the bundle left in the path. Arthur looks inside to find his belongings, minus a Scroll and plus an extra gold coin. He shakes his head. What was THAT all about?

Returning to the Hall, still confused, he is approached by an unfamiliar character.

"Mister Arthur, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I have a question to ask, and you look like a very knowledgable man" Arnulf aproached Arthur Justus Regulus VII.

"Ah, yes, how may I assist you, citizen? Ah--I mean, Hero?"

[Shoker86]

"Ah, yes, how may I assist you, citizen? Ah--I mean, Hero?"

"Have you, by any chance in your journeys found some cure for drinking problem, I don't have such problems when i'm on quests, only in between, but i don't won't my friends to be ashamed of me." Arnulf asked.

Edited April 21, 2013 by Shoker86

[Endgame]

Still at my seat from when I spoke with (undead?) Althior - half asleep - I shake myself awake and check the new notice pinned on the quest board. I scan the list and spot a few famliar names - mine among them! I ready myself when I see a member of the Twon watch, of all people, walk in... And he seems too familiar. Only a night earlier I had seen a prisoner in his semblance, and yet here he was now, waltzing about in a Town Guard uniform. Was I imagining this? I approach the man and offer my hand.

"Hello there - what brings you to Heroica Hall today, sir? I was just at your headquarters last night, surprised I didn't see you there..."

Or had I?

[Professor Flitwick]

CHOSEN PARTICIPANTS TO QUEST#66: WANTED! STEERPIKE THE POISONER:

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Kiray Nastayo

, Level 1 Knight (KingoftheZempk)

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Grimwald Gjinko

, Level 1 Cleric (LordoftheNoobs)

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Nyx

, Level 25 2/3 Battle Mage (Pandora)

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Arthur Justus Regulus VII

, Level 21 1/3 Sorcerer (Flipz)

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Arnulf Bishop

, Level 6 Rogue (Shoker86)

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Sorrow

, Level 19 1/2 Assassin (Endgame)

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Thothwick

, Level 23 Black Knight (Professor Flitwick)

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Lord Lawrence Boomingham

, Level 22 1/2 Paladin (Zepher)

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Nagure

, Level 15 Berserker (Costy)

QM Note: I have to apologize that I haven't got everything prepared just yet, so the quest will launch sometime later this week. So please hang tight!

"Ah! Plenty of potential recruits, perfect!"

Leaving the strangely despondent Skral, he heads over to bid Hoptet farewell.

"Another day, another Quest. As per all of my recent Quests, it's in Eubric, so I shan't be long."

"Stay safe. I'll keep Humanish writing."

Whilst fastening his armour, Thothwick checked Hoptet's papers, and noticed an improvement in his students Humanish. He could now spell his name.

"Perfect. You'll be fluent in no time."

Kissing eachother goodbye, Thothwick departed for the Town Watches' headquaters.

[Flipz]

"Have you, by any chance in your journeys found some cure for drinking problem, I don't have such problems when i'm on quests, only in between, but i don't won't my friends to be ashamed of me." Arnulf asked.

"I...do know of one 'easy' solution, but the cure is far worse than the disease, I'm afraid."

"In truth, an overly strong desire for drink stems only partly from the body. The first desire comes from a deep pain of the spirit. It is a dark I know well. Perhaps in speaking of the source of your pain, you can begin to heal from it?"

Still at my seat from when I spoke with (undead?) Althior - half asleep - I shake myself awake and check the new notice pinned on the quest board. I scan the list and spot a few famliar names - mine among them! I ready myself when I see a member of the Twon watch, of all people, walk in... And he seems too familiar. Only a night earlier I had seen a prisoner in his semblance, and yet here he was now, waltzing about in a Town Guard uniform. Was I imagining this? I approach the man and offer my hand.

"Hello there - what brings you to Heroica Hall today, sir? I was just at your headquarters last night, surprised I didn't see you there..."

Or had I?

"Ah, greetings! I apologize for what happened last night--I hope that my monetary compensation was enough to make up for it? It is truly ironic--just the next morning, minutes after Captain Patricia admitted me to our ranks, the Watch repository was raided! I was unable to catch the thief, though he seems to have dropped most of his haul--which was mine, anyway."

"It seems we will be Questing together in the hunt for Steerpike--may I offer you any assistance in your preparations?"

Kissing eachother goodbye, Thothwick departed for the Town Watches' headquaters.

Arthur salutes Thothwick sharply as the Metasimian passes him on the way out of the Hall.

Edited April 21, 2013 by Flipz

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall had been deep in thought and had totally missed the leaving of the Metasimian, he'd glanced up just as the knight left with another group of heroes to help with the Town Watch. "Hmm... well, I guess they're off. Perhaps some vermin extermination might be in order." Skrall made his way to the bottom of the stair and fixed his name to the Fields of Glory: Unlimited Quest.

[Endgame]

Alarm bells. Sirens. Trumpets. Church bells.Warning signals. Even Vuvuzelas. Who knew so many sounds could go off in one skull at once?

"Well... To be honest - Arthur, right? - I wasn't expecting you being so open about that... incident. So, from cellblock A to patrol route B in a matter of hours. How, exactly, did that work...?"

I raise my eyebrow about the repository.

"Odd. Doesn't it seem convenient that your belongings, out of it all, was practically given to you?

I was thinking about just doing the basics for preparation - perhaps get an Amethyst in this blade to counter any Wolfgang. I have an opal in there also, so I'll basically mow down any werepeople we encounter."

Edited April 21, 2013 by Endgame

[Scorpiox]

Haldor sits back in the corner of the room with his feet by the fire, watching. Just as the heroes picked to go and stop the poisoner are announced, Arthur shows his face back in the hall, dressed in the uniform of the town watch. Haldor says nothing, and turns his gaze away.

[Shoker86]

"I...do know of one 'easy' solution, but the cure is far worse than the disease, I'm afraid."

"In truth, an overly strong desire for drink stems only partly from the body. The first desire comes from a deep pain of the spirit. It is a dark I know well. Perhaps in speaking of the source of your pain, you can begin to heal from it?"

"I started drinking, I think it was after first asigment" , he felt that he shouldn't open the door, who knows what horrors waited there "Even before, while i was still at the monastery, ,very early, so you think that dealing with the source of the promlem is the only way to cure it" Arnulf was afraid that it was the only way " Thank you Mister Arthur, i don't want to bother you anymore, you are a busy man, we'll see eachother on upcoming quest" Arnulf saluted Arthur with slight movement with his tricorne.

Edited April 21, 2013 by Shoker86

[Masked Builder]

Alexis wanders into the hall, and sees that she is not chosen by the town watch. "Ah well, can't say I expected it." She then signs her name under Skralls on the Unlimited Quest. Then makes her way upstairs. She sees that Benji got the package she left for him, then makes her way to Skrall. "Hello Skrall. I see you've signed up for the Unlimited Quest. Ever been to the fields?"

[Professor Flitwick]

Arthur salutes Thothwick sharply as the Metasimian passes him on the way out of the Hall.

Thothwick turned, unsure as to whom had saluted him. He noticed the face of a familiar Sorcerer poking out of a Town Watch uniform.

"What a nice way to take penance for your sins. I shall see you at your new headquaters shortly."

Thothwick turned to leave one more, but noticed Skrall had left his brown study. Thothwick raised his had in friendly acknowledgement.

"Perhaps next time, Mr. Skrall!"

Turning on his heel once more, he left the hall.

Edited April 21, 2013 by Professor Flitwick

[K-Nut]

Althior walks back into the hall, seeming to have recollected himself after the prior days "fiasco". He sits at the bar and looks around. His eyes catch the red uniform of the Town Watch. He spits across the bar, just missing the back of Arthur's head. He speaks up. "We don't serve your kind here, boy. I'd suggest leaving before you have a riot on your hands,"

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

[Flipz]

"I started drinking, I think it was after first asigment" , he felt that he shouldn't open the door, who knows what horrors waited there "Even before, while i was still at the monastery, ,very early, so you think that dealing with the source of the promlem is the only way to cure it" Arnulf was afraid that it was the only way " Thank you Mister Arthur, i don't want to bother you anymore, you are a busy man, we'll see eachother on upcoming quest" Arnulf saluted Arthur with slight movement with his tricorne.

Arthur returns the salute, loosely. "I hope I have provided some assistance."

Alarm bells. Sirens. Trumpets. Church bells.Warning signals. Even Vuvuzelas. Who knew so many sounds could go off in one skull at once?

"Well... To be honest - Arthur, right? - I wasn't expecting you being so open about that... incident. So, from cellblock A to patrol route B in a matter of hours. How, exactly, did that work...?"

I raise my eyebrow about the repository.

"Odd. Doesn't it seem convenient that your belongings, out of it all, was practically given to you?

I was thinking about just doing the basics for preparation - perhaps get an Amethyst in this blade to counter any Wolfgang. I have an opal in there also, so I'll basically mow down any werepeople we encounter."

"It's not that convenient--most of the stuff in the repository at the time was mine anyway. The gangs seem to have gotten smart enough to keep their best gear off of their least talented mooks. Not that that's any more reassuring for dealing with the competent ones..."

Arthur sighs. He thought this would come up. He looks around, but fails to recognize Haldor, not being familiar with the back of the Nord's head. "There are some here who may be upset by this, but..." He sighs again. "You may have heard there was a Quest here in Eubric, in which two Town Watchmen--Private Gnash and Captain Bennetton--were killed assisting the Heroes. What you may not have heard was--it was my fault. I killed Gnash, and Bennetton, and Hans, Felton, Passion, Triad, as surely as if I had wielded the blade myself. For you see, I had sided with Chaos, and believed that the Dark Lady Wren would redeem it and bring a new age of life to Eubric. I was a fool. And I got people killed, and blamed others for it. It took a Nord's passionate derision to bring me back to my senses. So, last night, I turned myself in to the Town Watch, confessed my crimes. Whether I was executed or exiled, whatever punishment was given me, I had resolved to take it. So imagine my surprise when Captain Patricia refused to declare me guilty."

"She said--and I quote--'You didn't kill them, that's enough for me not to arrest you. You want to repent? Make yourself useful, take the blue and red. Now get out of my office.' So I accepted. My first assignment is to make sure my fellow Heroes do their job with Steerpike--and that's a duty I shall take very seriously."

Alexis wanders into the hall, and sees that she is not chosen by the town watch. "Ah well, can't say I expected it."

Arthur jumps as he hears Alexis' voice; he hadn't heard her walk up behind him. He looks at her nervously--something seemed different, but what? He puts two and two together, and realize she knows, that she saw him leave. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it again. "I'm sorry, Alexis. You're safer away from me," he murmurs.

Althior walks back into the hall, seeming to have recollected himself after the prior days "fiasco". He sits at the bar and looks around. His eyes catch the red uniform of the Town Watch. He spits across the bar, just missing the back of Arthur's head. He speaks up. "We don't serve your kind here, boy. I'd suggest leaving before you have a riot on your hands,"

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

Arthur replies without turning. "If you're talking about the Watch, you're sorely mistaken. Heroica and the Watch need each other, more than ever." He turns around only to see Althior. "Oh." Unsure of what to say, he catches Alexis glancing at the scene and decides to walk over and speak to her--even if he couldn't make things right with his old master, he could at least make them right with her.

"Alexis...I'm sorry. You're better off without me. Safer. That...what just happened...hell, what happened before with Haldor. That's my life. That's the life of penance. And that road ends in death. You don't deserve that life. You deserve better. And you deserve better than me." Kissing her hand for the last time, he walks quietly away, sadness etched in his face. But he composes himself. He had a job to do. His unity was broken, his destiny lost...but he still had his duty. That would be his life now. "Sorrow, is it? Care for a walk down to the Marketplace? I believe there are a few preparations we should make before we return to headquarters."

[Endgame]

I raise an eyebrow as the Sorcerer lays his sins bare.

"Guilt... Guilt is a very odd thing, Arthur. I had so much of it, I went insane. It doesn't hold me in its vice as tightly now, but it is not an easy thing to rid yourself of. Its a limitless, multiplying burden - and you can't take a single step forward in life without at least losing some of it. Arthur, my accidental death count could very well range anywhere from one to one hundred. Don't let it weigh you down. Allow it to be a reminder of mistakes past, and learn from it. It is a cruel teacher, but if you can survive its methods, a very effective one."

I draw myself back up to full height catching a quick glance of the pool of spit on the table. Althior was going absolutely mad, but that wasn't a situation i was capable of remedying.

"To the marketplace, I suppose."

As we walk on the cobbled streets of Eubric, I keep my hand left hand hanging very closely to my side. The eagle-eyed would notice what appeared to be a sheathed dagger under my cloak, and it was indeed my fanblade. You couldn't be too careful on the streets of Eubric at the nighttime hours, especially of Althior's tale could be trusted...

"Ever known a undead before - or perhaps a necromancer or spirit medium? Grew up in a community of the people - jolliest people you could ever meet. Only asking because most are... indifferent, shall I say, to my kind."

Edited April 21, 2013 by Endgame

[Flipz]

"Not exactly. I once met a man who was a follower of Helvetia, though he distances himself somewhat from it now. You see, he was a former member of the Cold Circle, a particularly fanatical group that encouraged self-mutilation in their rituals. I'm not sure if he still worships the goddess anymore, or if his research into her forms of magic were simply an attempt to undo his injuries. We never got to speak more about his past...or mine." Arthur decides to change the subject. "So, you're an Assassin, are you not? Do you have a bow yet? I know...Alexis...won't be needing hers much longer; perhaps you should look into buying or borrowing it."

[K-Nut]

Arthur replies without turning. "If you're talking about the Watch, you're sorely mistaken. Heroica and the Watch need each other, more than ever." He turns around only to see Althior. "Oh." Unsure of what to say, he catches Alexis glancing at the scene and decides to walk over and speak to her--even if he couldn't make things right with his old master, he could at least make them right with her.

Althior is taken aback. Arthur? Falling so low as a Town Watch Private? He shakes himself back into reality. "Not even a hello? My, how people do change..." He watches Arthur speak with Alexis and chuckles to himself. Althior stops for a minute, and realizes that he feels no pain. Was this an after effect of his demise? No, it was simply because he had changed. He turned back to Arthur, "So what's all, this, Regulus?"

[Flipz]

Althior is taken aback. Arthur? Falling so low as a Town Watch Private? He shakes himself back into reality. "Not even a hello? My, how people do change..." He watches Arthur speak with Alexis and chuckles to himself. Althior stops for a minute, and realizes that he feels no pain. Was this an after effect of his demise? No, it was simply because he had changed. He turned back to Arthur, "So what's all, this, Regulus?"

Arthur hears Althior walk up behind him and Sorrow, apparently following the pair to the Marketplace. "Hello, Althior. You don't exactly seem the same, yourself...but to answer your question. It's guilt, Althior. Guilt for my sins. Same reason I didn't offer a greeting. Wasn't sure if you'd even want one from me."

[K-Nut]

"Guilt? You have no guilt to overcome. You delved into the dark side of magic, as have I. Hell, the worst thing you've done is go off with that broad of an elf I once knew!" Althior laughed at his cleverness, but it was clear he was the only one who found it amusing. "Anyways, even if you had guilt to overcome, is this honestly the way to do it? You're still a trained Sorcerer, using trickery to outsmart your enemies, if you found yourself truly guilty you'd have abandoned that path and chosen one of the light. You're not trying to overcome guilt, you're trying to show yourself that you are a good man, which you're not. Hell, nobody here is! I've killed people, you've killed people. Even at Bric'bay, did we fight on the right side? We slaughtered Elves left and right, and for what? Gold? Fame?" Althior realized he was starting to yell and attract attention, "We don't have the leisure of being good men in this business, Arthur. All we do is murder peoples children and parents. The watch is no better than us. They're so incompetent, they always resort to us and are unable to handle affairs of their own. More death, more bad men, scarred children, you name it." Althior also realizes he's rambling at this moment, and stops before he can go further. "You should have no guilt with you, Regulus. I have done much worse things with my life, and I have no guilt."

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke furrows his brow a bit after seeing he was not chosen for the quest. However, after seeing Skrall go up to the Questboard, Hoke takes another look and excitedly signs up for the Fields of Glory.

"Perhaps we can team up once again Skrall."

[Endgame]

"Not exactly. I once met a man who was a follower of Helvetia, though he distances himself somewhat from it now. You see, he was a former member of the Cold Circle, a particularly fanatical group that encouraged self-mutilation in their rituals. I'm not sure if he still worships the goddess anymore, or if his research into her forms of magic were simply an attempt to undo his injuries. We never got to speak more about his past...or mine." Arthur decides to change the subject. "So, you're an Assassin, are you not? Do you have a bow yet? I know...Alexis...won't be needing hers much longer; perhaps you should look into buying or borrowing it."

"Ah, Helvetia... I worship herself myself, you know. Of course, I don't mutilate myself up whenever I pray... evident from the fact that I still have everything attached, for the most part."

I lower my voice as he brings up Alexis.

"Arthur, she misses you. From what I can tell, she just wants someone to love - thus her career choice."

I shake my head, then continue.

"Me and my fiance were very poor, Arthur. I was working seven days a week, doing the odd job here and there for hours on end. Patrolling, farming, working in an assembly line, even sewing at one point. Many times, I would leave when the sun hadn't yet risen and come home hours after it had set. But, my Sarah... she fared worse. She had to go into harlotry, wanting to contribute to our funds. She hated it, Arthur. It was not my place to judge Alexis, but it isn't a bright path to walk. There is no love. There is no affection. They do not see you as a lover, woman, or even a person. They see you as a tool for their own pleasure - harlotry is, at its core, renting out your body to complete strangers.

Thus, I can't say I view the profession in a favorable way. I would at least try to support her, Arthur. She is going to need it. Helvetia knows I wasn't there for Sarah when she needed me..."

I stop as Althior comes stomping behind us. i listen to his words, the veil of blue light from my hood veiling a withering stare. I step between both people and hold out my hands, looking each in the eye. The message I delivered was clear - stop before you create a ruckus. I try to remain calm as I address Althior.

"No guilt, Althior? Rage can only be a product of it. And you've demonstrated you have quite a bit to let off your back. Both of you, if you're going to converse, do it in a manner that won't wake up every man, woman and child in Eubric."

Edited April 22, 2013 by Endgame

[Flipz]

"Guilt? You have no guilt to overcome. You delved into the dark side of magic, as have I. Hell, the worst thing you've done is go off with that broad of an elf I once knew!" Althior laughed at his cleverness, but it was clear he was the only one who found it amusing. "Anyways, even if you had guilt to overcome, is this honestly the way to do it? You're still a trained Sorcerer, using trickery to outsmart your enemies, if you found yourself truly guilty you'd have abandoned that path and chosen one of the light. You're not trying to overcome guilt, you're trying to show yourself that you are a good man, which you're not. Hell, nobody here is! I've killed people, you've killed people. Even at Bric'bay, did we fight on the right side? We slaughtered Elves left and right, and for what? Gold? Fame?" Althior realized he was starting to yell and attract attention, "We don't have the leisure of being good men in this business, Arthur. All we do is murder peoples children and parents. The watch is no better than us. They're so incompetent, they always resort to us and are unable to handle affairs of their own. More death, more bad men, scarred children, you name it." Althior also realizes he's rambling at this moment, and stops before he can go further. "You should have no guilt with you, Regulus. I have done much worse things with my life, and I have no guilt."

"...so that's where I get it. Althior, I--"

"Ah, Helvetia... I worship herself myself, you know. Of course, I don't mutilate myself up whenever I pray... evident from the fact that I still have everything attached, for the most part."

I lower my voice as he brings up Alexis.

"Arthur, she misses you. From what I can tell, she just wants someone to love - thus her career choice."

I shake my head, then continue.

"Me and my fiance were very poor, Arthur. I was working seven days a week, doing the odd job here and there for hours on end. Patrolling, farming, working in an assembly line, even sewing at one point. Many times, I would leave when the sun hadn't yet risen and come home hours after it had set. But, my Sarah... she fared worse. She had to go into harlotry, wanting to contribute to our funds. She hated it, Arthur. It was not my place to judge Alexis, but it isn't a bright path to walk. There is no love. There is no affection. They do not see you as a lover, woman, or even a person. They see you as a tool for their own pleasure - harlotry is, at its core, renting out your body to complete strangers.

Thus, I can't say I view the profession in a favorable way. I would at least try to support her, Arthur. She is going to need it. Helvetia knows I wasn't there for Sarah when she needed me..."

I stop as Althior comes stomping behind us. i listen to his words, the veil of blue light from my hood veiling a withering stare. I step between both people and hold out my hands, looking each in the eye. The message I delivered was clear - stop before you create a ruckus. I try to remain calm as I address Althior.

"No guilt, Althior? Rage can only be a product of it. And you've demonstrated you have quite a bit to let off your back. Both of you, if you're going to converse, do it in a manner that won't wake up every man, woman and child in Eubric."

"This may be insensitive, given your condition, but...is death any better? Hell, is being with me any better? I'm a Zootist, for crying out loud. I may despise the god now, but that doesn't change who I've been. That puts a mark on my head, as sure as if I'd joined the Wolfgang. A mark of hatred and disgust for me, for everyone around me..." He pauses, sorrow and grief choking him up. "But she...doesn't care. That's why I love her--she doesn't care about the darkness of my past, she just loves me as I am, for who I am today. And I can't...I can't...I can't let her be with me. I can't let her share in my destruction." He wipes a tear from his eye. "No one dies for me. Ever again. I won't let them." Arthur gathers himself, regaining his more military bearing. "I won't let them," he repeats. "Alexis, Skrall, Dyric...none of them. I will not let any of them die. Not for me. And not at all, if by any means I can prevent it."

Edited April 22, 2013 by Flipz

[Waterbrick Down]

Alexis wanders into the hall, and sees that she is not chosen by the town watch. "Ah well, can't say I expected it." She then signs her name under Skralls on the Unlimited Quest. Then makes her way upstairs. She sees that Benji got the package she left for him, then makes her way to Skrall. "Hello Skrall. I see you've signed up for the Unlimited Quest. Ever been to the fields?"

Skrall looks the elf up and down, "Ms. Alexis. Don't ya find that get-up a little drafty? To answer yer question though, no I haven't ever been in the fields. Can't be all that bad though from what I hear."

Hoke furrows his brow a bit after seeing he was not chosen for the quest. However, after seeing Skrall go up to the Questboard, Hoke takes another look and excitedly signs up for the Fields of Glory.

"Perhaps we can team up once again Skrall."

"'t would be an interestin' adventure that would. As long as yer focused on slaying quarry instead of pumpin' ether into yer sword, I think we could manage." Skrall replied with a slight grin.

[K-Nut]

"This may be insensitive, given your condition, but...is death any better? Hell, is being with me any better? I'm a Zootist, for crying out loud. I may despise the god now, but that doesn't change who I've been. That puts a mark on my head, as sure as if I'd joined the Wolfgang. A mark of hatred and disgust for me, for everyone around me..." He pauses, sorrow and grief choking him up. "But she...doesn't care. That's why I love her--she doesn't care about the darkness of my past, she just loves me as I am, for who I am today. And I can't...I can't...I can't let her be with me. I can't let her share in my destruction." He wipes a tear from his eye. "No one dies for me. Ever again. I won't let them." Arthur gathers himself, regaining his more military bearing. "I won't let them," he repeats. "Alexis, Skrall, Dyric...none of them. I will not let any of them die. Not for me. And not at all, if by any means I can prevent it."

Althior lets out a roar of laughter, "Love? You honestly think she loves you? I thought the same thing! Then she pushed me out into the street, alone, and before I could apologize, poof! She's off with another guy, you in fact. She cares nothing for our feelings, she wants to feel 'love'. If she wants to put herself down with the scum and dirt of the city as a harlot, let her be. It's where she belongs."

[Endgame]

"Believing in chaos is one thing. Trying to do whatever the hell happened below Eubric is another, and after what went down there I'm quite certain you're not going to try it. You're not a Zootist if you despise Zoot. Separate the two, and just live life, Arthur. Order, Chaos, Light, Dark - there is no need to cling onto these principles! You just try to do what makes you happy and try to do whats right.

Stop complicating your life with these philosophical questions. The best questions have no answers - and you ask a lot of questions of this world. But you'll get your answer when the time is appropriate. Focus on what truly matters to you, Arthur, and take it. Now: do you love Alexis?"

Althior lets out a roar of laughter, "Love? You honestly think she loves you? I thought the same thing! Then she pushed me out into the street, alone, and before I could apologize, poof! She's off with another guy, you in fact. She cares nothing for our feelings, she wants to feel 'love'. If she wants to put herself down with the scum and dirt of the city as a harlot, let her be. It's where she belongs."

For the love of Helvetia almighty, how did I get so deeply entangled in this?! I run my hand down my face, wondering where this would go.

"Helvetia is the goddess of ice. Now, since we all observe her to a degree or respect someone who does, I suggest we all take a bit of an example and cool off. can we at least do this at a table, instead of a Eubric back alley?"

Edited April 22, 2013 by Endgame