Session XXXII - Little Left to be Lost

Organiser's Comment

The finale. What a ways we have come from sitting around discussing a silly dragon underneath Tildruin. Oh, this session, only fitting, set a few records:

Longest 'Best of the Rest' (by a whooping 20 pages).
Longest Lateness (and that award goes to Amadeus who was at least 2 1/2 hours late. Perhaps more).
And I can't currently confirm this, but I believe this might be the biggest raw (unedited) log. If not, the 2nd biggest.

And before we get onto the logs and rest of the comment, some fun stat info:

Total number of pages in the ‘Quest’ Trilogy: 1118



Total Pages in ‘Quest’: 550 – exactly.

Average Number of pages per session: 20



Total Pages in ‘Quest’ II: 124

Average: 21

Total Pages of Best of the Rest in ‘Quest’ II: 24

Average: 4



Total Pages in ‘Quest’ III : 444

Average: 13

Total Pages of Best of the Rest in ‘Quest’ III: 226

Average: 7



And the finale comment: kickass. Great ending. Nice twists. Fun people. Good turnout. And, finally, an end to the tale.



Right?

Plot Summary

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Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')

<@Narrator> {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} The 'Quest' Grand Finale. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

<@Narrator> How it all began:

<@Narrator> Faelnon and the Wise Elves discovered scrolls foretelling the downfall of mankind, due, or so they thought, to a dragon that was to break out of the ground of Tildruin and swallow the world in flames.

<@Narrator> Shandor collected a group of able creatures and set forth to prevent this, by gathering together a series of Gifts.

<@Narrator> They succeeded in getting the Gifts and returned to Tildruin. Humans, Elves, Trolls, Halflings, Gnomes and Dwarves were all waiting to battle together and save the world as one force. The Orcs, however, were not present.

<@Narrator> This army (dubbed the 'Spirit's Saviours' by some of the Wise Elves) charged into the chamber beneath Tildruin. They fought bravely and defeated the beast. They had united the world against a common foe.

<@Narrator> The Dragon, however, was not completely dead. Her child survived and a new order, the Order of Cothin-Cal, was set up to protect it. Just under two years later, the Child was stolen.

<@Narrator> The original group was reunited to stop someone using the Child's blood to assume the power of a god.

<@Narrator> They travelled across the world, and they even summoned dragons to fly on. Finally they arrived at A'lure. However, they were too late. The being, claiming to be 'Death', gained the power and altered the world - he removed Shandor from ever having lived. This meant the Dragon escaped and was in the process of destroying the world. The Dragon and Child were burning the world.

<@Narrator> Among the final warriors of the world was Faelnon's Daughter, who does not exist in this world. The being reversed the damage he caused, and disappeared before the Child was slain.

<@Narrator> The Child was sent, via a portal, to another dimension where it would be safe - there was only one portal that could get to the dimension, which could easily be destroyed by the Guardians of the Child.

<@Narrator> In the catacombs of Tildruin the group discovered that there was seven dragons, not the six that the group originally thought and used as transport. These six became the leaders of the Elves, Borwin, Tildruin, Loldar, the Trolls and the Halflings.

<@Narrator> The seventh was not summoned by Faelnon and Shandor, instead, its energy seeped through in Tildruin, when the group originally were collecting Gifts to destroy the mother Dragon. This energy formed into an orc, who would become leader of Ograkk. This first beast had been too forward, he tried to gain control too quickly. The real Orc leaders fought back and a bloody battle took place, which prevented the Orcs from aiding the group fight the Dragon.

<@Narrator> This seventh one, could change shape at will, it could also possess other beings them and force them to do what it wished. When this happened, they could barely speak, if they could at all. And was signified by a screech of unbearable sound.

<@Narrator> The End was foretold in all the manuscripts, on closer inspection. It was also told in dreams, in which Faelnon's Daughter, who no longer, or ever, existed, appeared. This was due to Esal's creation of the communication orb. It breached barriers between worlds, dimensions and realities.

<@Narrator> Faelnon's Daughter was fazed out of her reality, as were many others, and now transcended space and time. She saw the destruction that was coming to the reality the group are in and tried to help. This was possible, again due to the orb, she could focus energy into it and project herself into the dreams of others.

<@Narrator> The Dragon Child was also affected by this orb, a similar thing happened to him as happened to Faelnon's Daughter. He was more powerful than Faelnon's Daughter, and could appear to people while they were conscious. He also saw what the Dragons were doing, and what Faelnon's Daughter was trying to do.

<@Narrator> He decided to try and thwart Faelnon's Daughter by appearing to the group while they were awake and tricking them, and, in general, have an opposite personality to the real daughter.

<@Narrator> During all of this, the Seventh (now mostly using the human persona of Richard) decided it would be fun to have a game with the group, randomly picking off members, or crippling them. As for the Orcs? They were taken out of space and time and placed in a different dimension, the Seventh brought them out two days ago to battle.

<@Narrator> Borwin was destroyed, Viirnial was destroyed and Loldar's capital was destroyed. Recently, A'lure was destroyed. And Tildruin itself was annihilated. Subsequently, all the races declared war on each other and are meeting in a rather inconspicuous field that hides a dark secret.

<@Narrator> This innocent little field, unbeknownst to anyone save the Seven, was the place where the unwitting Gnomes created the first dragon.

<@Narrator> A Dark Army has been summoned, although, its role in the End is unknown at this time. Likewise, there are several of the Seven's constructions, whose true purpose is unknown.

<@Narrator> The group has lost many: Ariea, Sarah, Thor, Thinn, Totil, Milly, Morte, Jason Magellan, Caeilie, the Wise Elves, the Order of Cothin-Cal and also Dramicus.

<@Narrator> At the side of a small grassy verge, at the side of a barren, dusty path, it lies...

<@Narrator> Its nose twitches, trying to pick up the new scent,

<@Narrator> And its eyes have all the seeming of a demon's.

<@Narrator> Suddenly, the earth begins to shake.

<@Narrator> On the path, Stones rattle against stones,

<@Narrator> Like the rattling of old, bleached bones.

<@Narrator> This creature could only be one thing:

<@Narrator> A hoppy, floppy little bunny rabbit.

<@Narrator> A *brown* hoppy, floppy little bunny rabbit, to be precise.

<@Narrator> It disappears into the grass as the 'train rattles over the hill.

<@Narrator> The day is surprisingly bright and cheerful near the battlefield. The 'train is quite close to it now. It comes to a halt at the end of one hill. A few metres away, a slope back up begins. At the top there is a flat area that stretches in all directions for a few hundred metres. It is a rough circle shape, and there is a dip in the middle that takes up a very large section. That is where the battle will be.

רשת Faelnon is using the staff Shandor gave him along with the family armour.

רשת Shandor has donned his all-black look again. Black boots with a golden rim, black pants. Traditional Caritas armour - turned black by a quick spell - covers a black tunic. He is wearing the black cape that his 'evil' counterpart, 'Death', wore a few years back.

רשת Rue stands on the front of the 'train, staring grimly at the battlefield.

רשת Shandor has a black scabbard with a golden vine pattern running along it. It holds his favoured sword. The entire thing is strapped to his back and rather spoils the cape's look.

רשת Isondil sits in his cabin polishing his bow

רשת Shandor looks around his cabin, Ariea's perfume is still in the air. The smell lulls him away from this reality for a few moments.

רשת Rue is decked out in all-black as well. She wears both of her swords - her own and the one Shandor presented her with - one on each him.

רשת Shandor looks up at the ceiling and moves along to where there is a slight difference in the rest of it. He taps it three times and it slides open, letting three daggers fall. These three daggers seem welded together at the bases.

רשת Faindil is wearing the same clothes that he wore the day he arrived on the 'train. Yesterday, to be precise. He carries no weapons.

רשת Shandor looks at them, breaks them up easily and hides them in his outfit somewhere. 'Ready?' a now-familiar voice asks.

רשת Shandor looks towards Rilnae, 'Yeah.' She smiles, 'Good luck. Try not to die, again. I mean, I'll have no-one to talk to.'

רשת Shandor smiles at Rilane, turns and opens the door and nearly dies at the sight. Foilae is looking at him. But not from his wheelchair, he is standing up and leaning against the back of the next cabin.

רשת Mihndrid sits in her cabin, fingering the violin she received from Shandor the day he and Ariea 'reappeared'. She sighs, eyes shifting to the window above her head.

רשת Cyria is wearing her scarlet coloured leather armour and is busy polishing her iron knuckled gloves

רשת Foilae says, 'Ah, you're ready, finally.'

רשת Shandor 's jaw is firmly on the floor.

רשת Isondil places his bow round his shoulder and picks up his two quivers

רשת Foilae grins, 'Oh, well, you weren't here, but I'm using the same spell I used against Richard. This isn't really me, but I thought someone who is standing and walking would be more impressive than the, er, wheelchair version. I can still cast spells though.'

רשת Faindil looks over at Rue. "So...does the End happen often?"

רשת Shandor 's jaw finds its way back to its original position, 'Ah,'

רשת Shandor says, 'Seen Faelnon?'

רשת Rue turns to face Faindil, a smirk crossing her face. "Surprisingly, yes."

רשת Faelnon comes around the corner, 'I'm right here.' He looks at the two, 'Hi Foilae,' seemingly taking the appearance of his friend completely in his stride he turns to Shandor, 'I like the funeral look - nice touch.'

רשת Shandor grins, 'I thought so.'

רשת Faelnon comments, 'Although, turning that armour black has spoiled any enchantments on it.'

רשת Rue looks Faindil up and down. "No weapons?"

רשת Faindil shakes his head. "Nope."

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes.

רשת Rue blinks. "Erm...why?"

רשת Shivayon comes around a different corner dressed in light leather armour and using a single long sword.

רשת Faindil shrugs and looks forward uncomfortably. "I don't need them." he says, turning and walking away.

רשת Rue leans back placing her head against the cabin. "Great."

רשת Shandor turns to Shiva, 'Ready?'

רשת Shivayon says, 'Oh... I don't know, I mean, how do you do this? I mean, you fought that dragon, weren't you nervous?'

רשת Shandor chuckles, 'We men don't get 'nervous'. We do, however, get absolutely bloody terrified.'

רשת Cyria says, " Faindil sure seems unsure of himself, despite his ability..."

רשת Mihndrid sighs looks down at the thin leather armour she was now wearing for the first time in the entire trip. Strapping her flute to her back, just in case the violin torched itself, she exits the cabin and trudges over to the group.

רשת Shivayon grins, 'Just checking it isn't just me.'

רשת Shandor enjoys the comfortable silence for a few seconds, 'Well, Faely, shall we go command the troops?'

רשת Rue nods uneasily to Cyria. "It makes me nervous..."

רשת Faelnon comments, 'Traditionally, the leaders of an army would issue orders and sit around drinking and eating.'

רשת Shandor shrugs, 'We're not an army.'

רשת Faelnon nods slowly before saying, 'Is everything prepared?'

רשת Faindil walks over to Faelnon, Shandor, Shiva and fake-Foilae. "Hey," he says quietly.

רשת Shivayon screeches and Faindil, 'Hi.'

רשת Faindil gets pissed at the taunting of his ability. BOOM.

רשת Shandor nods, 'Ready at my command.' He turns to Foilae, 'Are you sure you wouldn't like... er, wheelchair-you to be moved elsewhere?'

רשת Isondil produces a large box from under his bed and takes out a curved scimitar with and small red shield

רשת Faindil looks around. "So...we're fighting..." he says uncomfortably.

רשת Foilae shakes his head, 'If it comes to what you are discussing, it won't really matter.'

רשת Shandor nods solemnly. 'Okay then, now for the "Don't worry, death isn't that bad" speech.'

רשת Mihndrid rolls her eyes, "That one -again-?"

רשת Isondil takes all of his weapons with him and makes his way towards the front of the train

רשת Faelnon smiles, 'I thought we were going with the "There is tea and crumpets after, but only for the winner" speech.'

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes, delivers a half-smile to the lot (including Rilnae who is shaking her head at her da- no. Shandor isn't going there, Rilnae is shaking her head at Faelnon), and takes off to the front of the 'train.

רשת Mihndrid grimaces, "Sorry Faelnon, I forgot to make the crumpets, so we have to settle for the latter."

רשת Faindil fingers the gemstone in his pocket quietly. "Isn't death...well...kind of dead-like in nature?"

רשת Faindil follows behind Shandor.

רשת Faelnon smiles at Mihndrid, 'Drat. And, Faindil, you'll have to ask Shandor, he's the expert.'

רשת Faelnon turns to Foilae, then Shivayon, then them both, 'After you.'

רשת Foilae shakes his head.

רשת Shivayon puts her hands up.

רשת Isondil makes his way to the front of the train quietly

רשת Faelnon says, 'Ladies first.'

רשת Rue turns around to see Shandor and the rest approaching. "I'll take bets. Will he deliver the 'Death' speech or the 'Tea' speech?" she asks Cyria

רשת Shivayon replies, 'Old men first.'

רשת Mihndrid smirks at Shiva and walks ahead of them.

רשת Foilae says, 'Young men first.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'We go at the same time.'

רשת Cyria says, "One vote for the death speech"

רשת Shivayon says, 'We won't all fit on the catwalk.'

רשת Foilae and Faelnon grin broadly, 'That settles it, you first.'

רשת Shivayon 's eyes go wide, 'But I didn't-how but...' She is heard grumbling loudly as she follows Shandor.

רשת Shandor asks Shivayon, 'How are our two guests?'

רשת Shivayon says, 'They are ready for you, waiting at the front. They are a bit dizzy 'cause of that stunt you pulled on them. But, are they really going to be much use?'

רשת Faindil blows up little birds for target practice. Well, not really, but it'd be funny if he did.

רשת Isondil reaches the front of the train

רשת Shandor replies, 'Planar travel isn't *that* bad. Silvan and Brantax got me through a couple of tough times, they'll be helpful.'

רשת Silvan looks at Shandor's rather bleak looking outfit, 'Wow, this day is going to be cheerful.'

רשת Brantax just looks at them and wonders why on earth he agreed to come. Oh, that's right. He *didn't*. Stupid Shandor.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, wanting very much to make a pissed-off it's the end of the world today comment, but she doesn't.

רשת Rue turns to Cyria. "I say that it's a Death-Tea hybrid. 'You can have tea when you're dead.'"

רשת Isondil looks at the two newcomers mildly interested

רשת Rue walks over to the rest of the group. "Who are you two?" she asks.

רשת Silvan turns to Rue and bows, 'I'm Silvan, adventurer and soon-to-be-hero.'

רשת Shandor grabs Silvan by the young shoulder and shoves him away, 'You wish.'

רשת Rue raises and eyebrow and crosses her arms, obviously amused. "Hero? I'd say you're barely twelve."

רשת Brantax says, 'I'm Brantax, plain ol' thief.'

רשת Isondil sighs at the foolish youth

רשת Silvan blushes and goes quiet.

רשת Mihndrid smiles slightly at Silvan, winking at Rue.

רשת Rue extends a hand. "I'm Rue."

רשת Brantax shakes the hand, 'Hi.'

רשת Isondil nods to Brantax and says 'I'm Isondil pleased to meet you'

רשת Brantax smiles, 'And you.'

רשת Mihndrid gives them both a nod as a greeting, not really feeling like introducing herself. Who would? She was 157 and she was shorter then a 12-year-old.

רשת Faelnon has already freed all the horses and they are mulling about just a little bit from the driver's cabin.

רשת Shandor says, 'If we could all fall off the 'train at the front here and gather around to listen to my great speech...'

רשת Mihndrid sighs and jumps down onto the grass.

רשת Rue steps off of the front of the 'train and stands before Shandor.

רשת Faindil moves to step off the 'train, but instead trips and flies into Rue, who flies into Shandor.

רשת Isondil raises an eyebrow at the phrase 'great speech' but steps of the train

רשת Silvan is done as instructed.

רשת Shandor says, 'You all know why you are here. The End of the World. That's today. Oh, and there's also a delightful rendition of 'Cats with Dogs' on at eight.'

רשת Shandor half-smiles and continues, 'We have a chance. We always have done and we still do, to win. How? Well, our general tactic is to beat anything in our way, so lets try that.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Today, we may be forced to kill our kin, you may be hesitant, but if they stand in your way, strike them down. Our deaths, and the few that we may kill, will be insignificant compared to the millions of people we will save. No price is too costly today, except one - everyone's death. No matter what, we will not let the End come.'

רשת Faelnon mutters quietly to Shiva, 'He's going with the "Don't make me slap you" speech instead.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Alright, lets get to it. Everyone climb onto a horse and get ready. Faelnon, explain the rest of the game plan.'

רשת Shandor goes to get his horse. Shock, horror, it's black too.

רשת Rue look up towards the sky and takes a deep breath. Her heart flutters in her chest, and for a moment, she considers running the hell away. But she hops onto a dark brown horse instead.

רשת Brantax wonders if he should mention his slight fear of horses.

רשת Mihndrid walks up to a random horse, not really paying much attention to its gender or colourings. She seems mostly occupied with staring up at it. Waaay up at it.

רשת Isondil makes his way towards his horse and pats it on the nose before mounting it

רשת Faindil thinks he's going to pee himself.

רשת Foilae gets on a horse.

רשת Shivayon gets on a horse, too.

רשת Faindil mounts a horse.

רשת Silvan gets on a horse.

רשת Brantax carefully mounts a horse and hopes it doesn't try and kill him.

רשת Mihndrid looks over to Rue, then back at the horse towering over her. Sighing she calls out, "Um, Rue? Could you, er, help...? Please...?"

רשת Rue smiles and hops down from her horse. She begins to offer her hands as a stepping stool, but, seeing as Mihnny is too short to reach the horse with that, she lifts the gnome onto the horse.

רשת Rue then remounts her horse.

רשת Faelnon steps where Shandor was, 'Well, this whole thing is about the Child, he is in another dimension, now, the Seven are going to try and open a portal to free him. The whole armies fighting each other is just to bring them here. Because, the people here are just food for the beast, if it escapes.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'We can't allow it to escape because we cannot harm it.'

רשת Isondil whispers to his horse which was shivering slightly to reassure it

רשת Mihndrid gives her a nod of thanks, picking up the reins.

רשת Shandor adds, 'As Rilnae said a while ago, "no mortal shall harm it, no creature can wound it".'

רשת Faelnon pauses and turns to Shandor, 'Rilnae?'

רשת Shandor back-tracks quickly, 'Er... your 'daughter', at least, that's what I... y'know, might've imagined you would'a named her.'

<@Narrator> Although no-one can hear it or see it, a certain female slaps her forehead with her hand grumbling, 'Dumbass.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Er... riiiight, in any case, we are going to barrel through the troops and get into the centre, which as been left empty. After that, well, we just fight.'

רשת Rue shakes her head. "We WHAT?"

רשת Shandor raises an eyebrow, thinking, *That? That was the game plan?*

רשת Rue rolls her eyes. "We just ride into the centre of all of the people left alive and we kill 'em all?"

רשת Faindil whimpers.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, "How long did it take you to come up with that?"

רשת Faelnon says, 'Er, well, something will happen no doubt. All we really need to do is stop the portal from opening, then we'll be okay.'

רשת Cyria says, "Now that might be one of the DUMBEST things I have ever heard, and being around Shandor, there have been a whole lot of dumb things"

רשת Faindil wants his mommy.

רשת Mihndrid grins at Cyria.

רשת Isondil smiles

רשת Shandor says, 'Let's just get going, the End isn't going to wait for us.'

רשת Rue points to Faindil. "Couldn't he just explode Richard?" she asks.

רשת Faindil raises an eyebrow. "Explode?"

רשת Faelnon mounts his horse.

רשת Rue says, "Explode. Kaboom. Blow up. What you did last time."

רשת Faindil blinks.

רשת Cyria mutters something abut spontaneous combusting dragons who possess people

רשת Shandor says, 'Lets get going.'

רשת Faindil starts his horse quickly at the sound of Shandor's voice and rides up away from Rue.

רשת Shandor rides his horse up to the top of the hill.

רשת Faelnon follows Shandor.

רשת Isondil sighs and mumbles an elven prayer to himself before following Shandor

רשת Cyria follows after Shandor and Faelnon

רשת Foilae gets off his horse to say good bye to the drivers before following the rest.

רשת Rue speeds her horse up so that she is alongside Faelnon and Shandor, while Faindil rides next to Isondil.

רשת Shivayon follows very uneasily.

רשת Silvan follows in a rather naive way, wondering just how bad it could be.

רשת Mihndrid looks solemnly back at the train before strapping the violin to her back and spurring the horse to follow after the others.

רשת Brantax follows without annoying the horse too much.

רשת Shandor says, 'On my mark, we charge, most people will have the common sense to get out of the way of horses, but some people are, well, stupid. It could get messy.'

רשת Rue shudders uneasily. "So this is it?"

רשת Isondil takes out his bow while continuing to ride after Shandor and gets an arrow out of one of his quivers

רשת Faindil falls back and rides next to Shivayon. "So...The End of the World, huh?"

רשת Shandor nods, 'Good luck everyone. It's been a pleasure knowing you. Well, not most of you, but some of you. And not most of the time for the some of you. I'll stop now.'

רשת Shivayon says, 'Yeah... It's my first time, how about you?'

רשת Faindil nods.

רשת Faindil shifts on his horse and turns to Shivayon again. "Nervous?" he asks, hand straying to the gem in his pocket again.

רשת Shivayon squeaks, 'Terrified.'

רשת Faindil nods, "Me too." There is a long pause. "I mean...um...I'm fine! I am brave!"

רשת Isondil readies himself and says to Rue 'Good luck'

רשת Shivayon smiles, 'Of course, Faindil, I never doubted...'

רשת Rue looks back to Isondil, giving him a shaky nod. "You too."

רשת Varadrion rubs the hilt of his new sword and looks towards the battlefield

רשת Shandor says, 'Good luck everybody, and the person who dies first is buying the beers in Tarkna.'

רשת Faelnon says to Shandor, 'Don't you mean heaven?'

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Right, right.'

רשת Rue looks to everyone in turn. To Mihnny, "Kick their butt.", Varadrion, "You too." Shiva and Faindil, "Um, good luck." and Shandor and Faelnon, "It's been great travelling with you guys. Just in case we don't make it, I wanted you two to know that." She then spurs her horse and they run downhill.

רשת Shandor says, 'You too, Rue.'

רשת Shandor shouts, 'Charge!'

רשת Shandor spurs the horse into a gallop.

רשת Faelnon follows Shandor.

רשת Varadrion spurs his horse and follows as fast as he can

רשת Shivayon squeaks and closes her eyes as her horse takes off.

רשת Foilae follows calmly.

רשת Isondil kicks his horse in the sides and it gallops after Shandor meanwhile he fits the arrow onto his bow and when in range let's it fly hitting a large human in the eye

רשת Silvan is wondering why everyone is so scared as his horse jets off.

רשת Brantax clings very tightly to the horse who sprints with the group.

רשת Faindil spurs his horse into a nervous gallop-trot

<@Narrator> The battle is ready. Thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of troops have assembled there, every able man and woman is there. They have formed a pentagram. The elves have one side, the trolls another. Humans a third, and Orcs a forth. The Halflings and Dwarves are sharing the fifth, with a large gap between their forces.

<@Narrator> At the top of the hill, behind their respective troops, are the dragons.

רשת Cyria spurs her horse off after the others

רשת Rue looks over at Shandor, "We can't just tell them not to fight?" she asks, half-jokingly.

<@Narrator> The Seventh notices the group's charge first, a few seconds later, a voice echoes in his mind, 'What are they doing there? Shall we kill them?'

רשת Mihndrid sighs, urging her horse after the others, giving Rue a nervous grin. Before the horse picks up a pace, she slips the reins over her head and loops it around her waist so she can use both hands during the fight.

<@Narrator> The Seventh thinks a reply back, 'Not yet, just watch them, they are rather comical.'

רשת Varadrion says to Rue "Why don't you go ask?"

<@Narrator> The group are riding up behind the elven army. Aoen is watching them, clearly not thinking they are comical.

<@Narrator> The elves see the group and scatter out of the way of the flow of horses.

רשת Shandor rides down, not giving a moment to look around until he has reached the centre, where there are no troops. He goes about twenty metres in and stops.

רשת Isondil fits another arrow onto his bow but refrains from firing on his kinsmen

רשת Varadrion yells to Shandor "

רשת Faelnon stops next to him.

רשת Isondil stops near Faelnon

רשת Varadrion stops alongside Faelnon and Shandor

רשת Rue stops her horse next to the others. She looks at Shandor and Faelnon and purses her lips, her heart racing.

רשת Shivayon nearly runs into the two, but manages to stop.

רשת Foilae , since, in fact, he isn't actually there, just chose to float and floats down beside them.

רשת Mihndrid comes up behind Rue, bringing her horse to a stop before she ploughs into any of them.

רשת Faindil stops beside everyone else.

רשת Faindil thinks he's going to pee himself.

רשת Shandor says, 'Okay first, Foilae, that's just freaky. Second, everyone dismount here.'

רשת Rue looks over at Shandor. "It wouldn't be easier to fight on the horses?"

רשת Varadrion climbs off his horse

רשת Mihndrid nods, "I have a major height advantage here..."

רשת Cyria shrugs and dismounts

רשת Shandor says, 'Right until they get hit and you fall over and they crush your chest. You lay there gasping for air before someone comes and decapitates you.

רשת Varadrion says "I prefer no horses"

רשת Faindil gets off of his horse. He grabs the gemstone in his pocket and quickly ties it onto a cord, which then goes around his neck. The gemstone glows faintly.

רשת Shandor dismounts and lets his horse go off.

רשת Faelnon does likewise.

רשת Mihndrid sighs muttering, "Leave it to -you- to ruin everything." before she slides off the horse, landing neatly on the ground beside it.

רשת Rue points to Faindil. "Unless you're explody-boy."

רשת Shivayon doesn't like the idea of letting their only escape away, but reluctantly lets her horse go.

רשת Rue dismounts from her horse.

רשת Silvan dismounts.

רשת Brantax gladly dismounts.

רשת Varadrion looks at his new scimitar, before saying "I think this would have been a good time to have my sword"

רשת Isondil dismounts quietly

רשת Silvan looks at the troops goes amazingly pale.

רשת Rue claps Silvan on the back rather hard. "Time to be a hero, kid,"

רשת Varadrion rolls his eyes

רשת Silvan says, 'I've changed my mind, I want to be a florist.'

רשת Isondil shakes his head at a mere child fighting with the group

רשת Mihndrid grins at Silvan, despite their current location.

רשת Varadrion looks at Silvan and says "Just stay close to the rest of us"

רשת Silvan nods dumbly.

רשת Shandor , suddenly, is nearly knocked off his feet by the ground shaking, 'What the Tarkna is that?'

רשת Faelnon only stays upright with the aid of his staff, 'An earthquake?'

רשת Faindil IS knocked off his feet, with all of his grace.

רשת Varadrion falls to a knee

רשת Cyria staggers about

רשת Foilae adds, 'That would be suitably apocalyptic.'

רשת Shandor looks around, 'I'm pretty sure it is those guys.'

רשת Isondil staggers wildly hitting Rue

<@Narrator> The orcs are slamming their pole-arms and shields into the ground, likewise with the dwarves and their shields, hammers and whatever else they have. The trolls are beating the ground with their clubs.

רשת Mihndrid grab's her horse’s leg to keep from falling, the horse indignantly kicking her off shortly after.

רשת Rue is smacked in the face. "Ow!" she yells, pushing Isondil back into a slightly more steady standing position.

רשת Isondil says 'Sorry Rue' before regaining his balance

רשת Varadrion steadies himself and stands up

רשת Shandor looks at them, 'Fun.'

רשת Rue shakes her head. "No problem."

רשת Silvan has been reduced to several faint, mouse-like squeaks.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, "Do they -have- to do that NOW?"

רשת Faindil tries to right himself, but continues falling over.

רשת Brantax just looks at them, wide-eyed, 'We don't... have to fight these guys... right?'

רשת Shandor looks at Brantax, then turns and says to Mihndrid, 'Probably.'

רשת Shandor shouts at them, 'Knock it off!'

רשת Isondil says 'No we just watch them looking mean'

רשת Rue draws the sword that Shandor gave her and stands unsteadily.

<@Narrator> 'Stop that,' Richard chides, 'You are taking away all the fun.'

<@Narrator> They stop under the order of their dragon leaders.

רשת Faindil finally rights himself. He closes his eyes and takes in a few, nervous deep breaths.

רשת Varadrion grabs his scimitar and a dagger

רשת Isondil fits an arrow unto his bow and scans the orc section for a victim

רשת Faindil really thinks he's going to pee himself.

רשת Faindil quickly wonders if he can use his pee as a weapon.

<@Narrator> Esal snuck down the corridor quietly. Well, that was the theory. The theory didn't actually involve five guards coming around the corner.

<@Narrator> 'Er... That...' Esal mumbles, suddenly he gets an idea, 'That snivelling old fool is dead. I thought as a mockery I would assume his form. Now, go!'

<@Narrator> The guards shrug and move away. Esal is quite proud of himself.

<@Rue> The ugly human comes back and steps on Isondil. The End is over, because everyone decides that a party is in order.

<@Narrator> That was a two weeks or so ago, he since hadn't been bothered much, clearly 'Death' was a solo-sort of person when it came to controlling an army. However, Esal was required, today, to go talk to the Dark Army. He looks out the balcony and sees them, thousands and thousands. He steps out onto the balcony and gives them an inane smile.

<@Narrator> He looks at them, at the front there are a hundred or two members that are wearing dark robes, the rest of the army is in full armour. Esal looks at them curiously, just as he does so, they explode in wisps of black smoke. Esal jumps back wondering how he just did that.

<@Narrator> As he continues to watch, the entire army disappears in these black wisps. 'Uh oh.' Esal states, wondering what on earth he can do.

<@Narrator> The armoured section of the army appears on the ground behind the dragons. Ready as back up. As for the robed section, well, their appearance heralds something else.

<@Narrator> At the very centre of the ground, the air seems to ripple and tear itself apart, a small portal forms, about as big as a gnome. A garden variety gnome. It quickly grows to the size of a troll, then its grow slows down a lot. It is a bright pearly-white swirling energy, with patches and streaks of light blues.

<@Narrator> A few white-marble steps appear in front of the portal, a robed figure appears top them and begins pouring blood, or a similar liquid, into the portal.

<@Narrator> Surrounding this portal, they appear, the robed figures. They begin moving around so they all are on the right side of the portal to fight the group.

רשת Shandor looks at them. 'Crap.' Shandor mutters.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Hell disguised as heaven. How poetic.'

רשת Mihndrid follows his gaze and shudders.

רשת Varadrion spins his weapons and drops back into a fighting stance

רשת Shandor turns to Faelnon, 'May I borrow your staff?' He grabs it off Faelnon, 'Thanks.'

רשת Isondil fits an arrow unto his bow and waits

רשת Shandor mutters a very quick spell which sends the staff hurtling, horizontally, into a flock of the army. It comes shooting back and floats back to Faelnon.

רשת Rue takes in a deep breath, shaking involuntarily. She faces the army and waits for orders.

רשת Shandor had actually been quite busy before the battle, he enchanted all the weapons of the group's to do more damage. He also performed a ritual that increases the speed of spell-casting of the group.

רשת Shandor looks at the very disgruntled dark robes. He looks at the other armies, who are still doing nothing. 'Okay.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Okay what?'

רשת Shandor says, 'Okay, now, we dance.'

רשת Mihndrid raises an eyebrow, "Dance?"

רשת Shivayon says, 'Would you believe it? I didn't bring my ball room shoes, I'll just pop back and get them...'

רשת Varadrion takes a step forward

רשת Faelnon says to Mihndrid, 'Sort of a catch phrase Shandor uses, just ignore it.'

רשת Mihndrid shrugs, "Er, okay."

רשת Faindil opens his eyes. They have changed from dark brown to electric blue, just as they had in the previous battle that he had fought in.

רשת Shandor says, 'Everyone... Fight.'

רשת Varadrion stops spinning the weapons and begins walking towards the robed figures

רשת Isondil let's an arrow fly towards one of the robed figures

<@Narrator> The Dark Robes stay where they are.

רשת Mihndrid pauses, as if processing his command, but the hesitation lasts only a minute. Drawing the violin from its strap she begins to play, sparks already beginning to dance around the strings.

רשת Silvan slowly follows with the group, realising that he has killed the sum total of zero people with a blade.

רשת Varadrion throws a dagger into the face opening of a robed figure

רשת Mihndrid strikes a particularly high cord on the violin, which sends a small electric string of lightning at one of the robed figures, striking him in the chest.

רשת Shandor charges into the figures, slashing and spinning with his sword.

רשת Varadrion finally reaches the figures and begins slashing and stabbing

רשת Mihndrid doesn't even pause to see if it hit, letting the tune continue, letting the electricity leap from person to person along the line.

רשת Faindil walks calmly so that he stands a few yards in front of the robed figures.

רשת Cyria sprints up to a figure and strikes it in the stomach

רשת Varadrion decapitates a robed figure before stabbing another one in the chest

רשת Faelnon charges, smacking several of the figures around the face before spinning and changing the angle, tripping up a few of them.

רשת Foilae sends a few arrows of flame at the figures.

רשת Mihndrid quickly switches the tune, which starts small bits of flame to encircle the neck of the instrument.

רשת Shivayon cuts an arm off a figure who was too close for her liking. She starts frenzyingly slashing and swiping.

רשת Rue races towards the figures, slide tackling the first one she comes in contact with and stabbing him through the middle of his chest.

רשת Isondil let's another arrow fly towards a robed figure

רשת Brantax sticks close to Silvan so he doesn't kill himself and kills a couple of figures with his daggers.

רשת Varadrion pulls his dagger out of a robed figure and begins slashing and stabbing with both dagger and sword

רשת Mihndrid drags out one of the notes which sends a bolt of fire at a group of the robed figures, the flames enveloping them rather quickly.

רשת Shandor rolls backwards as someone tries to decapitate him.

רשת Varadrion blocks a slash from a figure and slices his arm off. before stabbing him in the throat

רשת Cyria upper cuts one of the figures, breaking its jaw

רשת Varadrion blocks a slash but receives a kick in the chest, knocking him over

רשת Shandor comes to a halt a few metres away. He stands up and removes the three golden daggers and joins them at the bases again. He takes aim (granted, not a hard thing to do with the hundreds of dark robes) and throws the Tri-blade.

רשת Varadrion rolls out from under an axe and quickly dispatches it's owner

רשת Faindil watches calmly as one robed figure approaches him. He holds his hands up, and the spell explodes from his hands immediately, instead of taking the time to charge due to Shandor's spell. The robed figure stops in his tracks and glows with white light for a moment before shattering into hundreds of thousands of particles which blow away in the wind. Due to the gemstone on his neck, Faindil does not feel the effects of the fatigue, and quickly moves onto the next figure.

רשת Mihndrid gulps in surprise as one of the robed figures rushes at her. Sorely wishing she was on the horse, she jumps backwards and lets the violin slide back into its strap. Glaring up at her attacker, she draws out her mace and swings it at him, catching him in the knee.

רשת Shandor watches as the Tri-blade strikes one in the face, runs along the neck of another, across the chest of a third before running up one's arm and going up into the air. It eventually lands on the top of someone's skull.

רשת Isondil fires another arrow at the robed figure attacking Varadrion

רשת Rue leaps out of the way as a robed figure dives at her, watching as he catches one of his own in the chest.

רשת Shandor mumbles about the Tri-blade needing a 'Come back' feature.

רשת Varadrion looks at Faindil quickly and smiles for a moment, and then quickly thanks Isondil and resumes killing

רשת Isondil replaces his bow and takes out his red shield and scimitar and rushes towards one of the robed figures

רשת Cyria dodges a lunging attack from a figure, catching its arm and snaps it in a quick movement

רשת Foilae lifts five or six figures into the air, smacks them into each other before hurling them, all together like a giant human ball, at the centre of the dark robes.

רשת Isondil slices at a robed figure cutting off one of it's legs

רשת Faindil takes aim at another robed figure, unaware of one approaching him from behind.

רשת Varadrion locks swords with a robed figure, but, since he also has a dagger, stabs him and moves on.

רשת Rue slices another robed figure across the chest, then turns to see Faindil. "Watch out!" she cries.

רשת Faindil is oblivious to Rue's voice, as he combusts the robed figure in front of him.

רשת Varadrion looks toward Faindil

רשת Isondil slashes the figure in the chest before moving on

רשת Rue races towards the figure approaching behind Faindil.

רשת Faindil calmly turns around and looks at the figure inquisitively.

רשת Isondil turns and quick as a flash takes out his bow and fires an arrow at the figure behind Faindil

רשת Varadrion is punched in the back of the head and falls forward to the ground

רשת Faindil watches the figure raise its axe. The arrow hits the figure and it sways to the side. He calmly raises his hand, and disposes of the figure.

רשת Rue is covered with...er...figure particles, having been approximately ten feet away.

<@Narrator> A dark robed figure breaks past Shandor and swings his sword vertically, starting from below. He misses the main part of Isondil's body, but the sword slides right up between his arm and chest. It connects with flesh at the armpit and cuts straight through until it reaches air again.

רשת Varadrion sees the figure strike Isondil, and quickly rolls over and throws a dagger into the back of his head

רשת Isondil yelps in pain and collapses

רשת Mihndrid swings her mace at one of the robed figures, hitting him in the upper thigh. The figure slumps down in pain, but swings his axe at her in an attempt to fend the little gnome off. Jumping to the side to avoid the blow, she swings the little weapon and cracks the offender's skull.

רשת Rue turns around to see Isondil become sliced in half by a robed figure. She gasps in horror, and is quickly slashed from behind.

רשת Rue winces and rolls over, thrusting her sword up into the figure's stomach.

רשת Shandor runs through one of the robed figures, spins him around and shoves the corpse of the figure into two more.

רשת Varadrion runs to get his dagger, jumping to avoid a slash, and grabbing his dagger on the way down, rolling over

רשת Isondil gasps in pain and stabs a figure in the foot

רשת Faindil walks calmly along the troops of robed figures, quickly combusting each in turn.

רשת Mihndrid hears Rue gasp and turns to the side to see Isondil on the ground, blooding pouring from the wound. She never had really liked him that much, but her stomach twisted as she looked at him in that condition.

רשת Faindil begins to grow fatigued from the powerful magic.

רשת Faelnon runs over to Isondil to try and stop the bleeding.

רשת Varadrion stands beside Faelnon, protecting him while he helps Isondil

רשת Shivayon sees Isondil and is close to vomiting when she is struck over the back of the head.

רשת Faindil walks over to Faelnon and Isondil, and actually lays on the ground to regain his strength.

רשת Foilae sees Shivayon get hit over the head... by a hand? In any case, he performs a spell that makes the guilty figure's head explode off with a suitability disgusting *Pop* noise.

רשת Faindil takes a few deep breaths to recharge as the gemstone on his chest glows a bright blue.

רשת Varadrion watches a figure raise his sword over Faindil, and throws a dagger into his neck

רשת Mihndrid ducks a blow from another attacker and swings the mace at him, the end of the weapon connecting with his stomach.

רשת Shivayon gets to her feet and prods the corpse with her sword.

רשת Faindil stands finally and nods to Varadrion in quiet thanks. He then looks to Faelnon and Isondil. "He's probably not going to make it." he says in a deep, ethereal voice, before walking back to the battlefield.

רשת Faelnon stops the bleeding, but can't reattach Isondil's arm.

רשת Mihndrid spins around and knocks the figure down by slicing them in the back with her mace.

רשת Varadrion stabs a figure in the stomach and slashes his throat for good measure

רשת Foilae gasps suddenly, 'Guys...'

רשת Shandor hears Foilae and runs over to see what's wrong.

רשת Faindil watches a figure approach Rue from behind, and disposes of him as he has the rest.

רשת Rue shudders involuntarily as she is again covered with figure pieces.

רשת Varadrion stabs a figure and looks at Foilae

רשת Shandor asks Foilae, 'What is it?'

רשת Foilae looks around, at something the group can't see, 'I think they've reached the 'train. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. I wish you all the best, and whatever the case, I'll be sending my ghost to torment Richard.' He gulps and tries to put on a brave face, smiling very weakly.

רשת Faindil walks calmly over to Foilae and stares at him. Well, it more of less looks like he's staring through him, but that's not the point. The point is, he's staring.

רשת Shandor smiles bitter-sweetly, 'Rest, old friend.'

רשת Foilae returns the smile before gasping suddenly and sharply, his mouth flaps uselessly for a few moments before he slumps down onto his knees and begins to fall forward.

רשת Foilae 's magic-body disappears before it hits the ground.

רשת Shandor closes his eyes, he moves over to Faelnon, 'They've reached the 'train. Foilae is...'

רשת Mihndrid shudders as Foilae disappears, not even picturing what his real self might look like at the moment.

רשת Faelnon nods, then says, 'Then do it.'

רשת Shandor takes an orb out of his pocket and crushes it between his two hands.

<@Narrator> The wagon train was surrounded by a few dozen troops who thought it would be fun to pillage it. Unfortunately for them, a few well placed magical explosives were waiting along with a few more non-magical barrels. The weapons cabin goes first, a roaring fireball with such power to lift many of the troops off their feet. The drivers cabin goes next with a similar strength.

רשת Varadrion lowers his head for just a moment and then resumes his fighting

<@Narrator> The food cabin and Shandor's cabin go at the same time, then the rest of the cabins erupt in a shockwave of flame that annihilates the surrounding area.

<@Narrator> A soldier in Faelnon's cabin had come across the note, he was reading it aloud, 'If anyone is reading this, then I, Faelnon Trovo'kren, have been killed. It also means, most likely, that the world did not end, so hopefully I went out doing something rather dashing and brave.

<@Narrator> 'The point of this note is to confess something that I have been trying to hide since my college days. Seeming as I am dead, I guess it doesn't matter much, but I, Faelnon Trovo'kren, am-'

<@Narrator> The soldier was unable to read the rest of the note as the cabin, rather unfortunately for the soldier and the people who wanted to know a secret, exploded. The note was completely destroyed along with its contents.

רשת Rue is, at the moment, completely oblivious to Foilae's death. She hears the explosion and her head snaps up towards the 'train. "What was that?" she asks Mihnny.

רשת Shandor explains, 'That, Rue, was our home going... for lack of a better word 'Boom'.'

רשת Rue 's eyes go wide. "But Foilae?"

רשת Mihndrid looks from the train to Shandor, stomach clenching.

רשת Shandor bows his head, 'He was... already.'

רשת Shandor states suddenly, 'There can be a time for mourning after, but our work is not done.'

רשת Rue stammers, at a loss for words. She looks towards the ground in silence, and is then kicked from behind by a robed figure.

רשת Shandor stabs the figure through the throat.

רשת Varadrion kills the figure behind Rue, and says to her "Pay attention unless you want to join him"

רשת Shandor turns and charges into the dark robes.

רשת Mihndrid gives Varadrion a glare, not just one of her usual, "and tonight you'll find the small gnome standing over you with a blunt object" glares, but one which clearly said his previous speech just sickened her.

רשת Rue picks herself up off of the ground and glares at Varadrion. "Thanks," she remarks dryly.

רשת Faindil sees a figure standing over Isondil. He approaches it slowly

רשת Varadrion turns around and slashes another figure across the chest

רשת Shivayon charges at the figure over Isondil, stabbing the figure through the chest.

רשת Faindil stands near the figure and uses the spell. However, Shiva kills the figure before Faindil is finished with the spell, and so the disintegrating spell hits Isondil instead, blasting him into millions of tiny pieces.

רשת Mihndrid smacks a nearby robed figure with her mace in the stomach, causing him to bend over, clutching his abdomen in pain. Taking advantage of the moment, she brings the mace down on his head, crushing his skull.

רשת Faindil moves on to the next robed figure as if Isondil's death were nothing.

רשת Varadrion drives his dagger into another figure, and slashes another beside him

רשת Shandor runs through one soldier, as he turns he is suddenly struck by a very powerful force. An axe in at the abdomen level. Shandor is knocked backwards, he tumbles over and is gagging for air.

רשת Rue stares, open-mouthed, at Faindil. "He just...killed...one of us..." she gasps.

רשת Faelnon rushes over to Shandor, expecting the worse, only to find no blood at all.

רשת Shandor looks down, there is a large hole in his armour just below the left ribcage caused by the strike, otherwise he is fine, 'That was lucky.'

רשת Varadrion grabs Faindil and looks at him, "What are you doing!" he says loudly "Be careful!"

רשת Faelnon states, 'No kidding.'

רשת Faindil disintegrates the figure that just attempted to kill Shandor.

רשת Faelnon moves away from Shandor and smacks a figure over the head with his staff.

רשת Varadrion shoves Faindil away from him and moves off into the crowd, slashing and stabbing

רשת Shandor gets to his feet to find Rilnae in front of him.

<@Narrator> 'Hey... er, look, I know how to end this. But... you ain't gonna - behind you.'

רשת Shandor frowns, 'What?'

<@Narrator> Rilnae shouts, 'Behind you! Bad guy!'

רשת Rue turns towards Shandor. "Look out!" she screams.

רשת Shandor swings around to narrowly avoid decapitation. He kicks out, catching his attacker in the knee, causing the figure to waver, Shandor thrusts forward with his sword and leaves another corpse to the vultures.

<@Narrator> Rilnae says, 'Yeah, so, like I said, you're not going to like this...'

רשת Varadrion ducks a slash and stabs his attacker in the knee with his dagger, and shoves his sword into his stomach

רשת Shandor runs up to Faelnon (hitting someone with the hilt of his sword as he went), 'I've got a plan, just let me do it and you can see if works.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Don't kill yourself.'

רשת Shandor says, ''Course not.'

רשת Rue tries to leap away from an attacker, but fails (only slightly) as he thrusts his sword into her hip.

רשת Varadrion spins and kicks a figure in the head, breaking his neck

רשת Rue groans and pulls her other sword from its sheath, decapitating the figure.

רשת Mihndrid takes a small leap and manages to swing the mace into one of the figure's head, sending him flying off to the side.

רשת Shivayon runs over to Rue, 'Are you okay?'

רשת Rue nods, clasping one hand over her injury. "It'll heal." she winces, attempting to shrug it off as if it were nothing.

רשת Faelnon hits someone with the butt of his staff before spinning it around, catching the figure under the chin.

רשת Rue looks around. "Damn. How many are left? Have we even made a dent?"

רשת Faelnon calls, 'I'm not sure.'

רשת Varadrion breathes heavily from the fatigue "How much longer do we need to do this?"

רשת Silvan has manages to avoid getting killed and has actually killed something.

רשת Brantax is suddenly knocked over the head by the hilt of a sword.

רשת Silvan turns and tries to fight the figure that attacked Brantax, but is shoved away.

רשת Varadrion looks across at Brantax falling, but has his dagger knocked out of his hand

רשת Shandor takes off at a sprint into the figures, he shoulder-barges a couple before rolling on the ground, cutting a leg off someone.

רשת Faindil stares at three figures approaching him. They seem to have figures out the way to get rid of Faindil. He closes his eyes and places his hands together quietly.

רשת Mihndrid leaps away from her current attacker and swings her mace at the head of Brantax's offender.

רשת Brantax thanks Mihndrid, jumping to his feet.

רשת Shandor gets to his feet and swings his sword around in a circle at the figures all around him. He injures a few of them and kills one. He charges towards the portal, swiping, slashing and stabbing.

רשת Faindil opens his eyes, and a yellow light begins glowing between them. There is silence for a moment, and then a weaker version of his usual attack hits each of them, blowing off a body part or two instead of killing them.

רשת Varadrion punches the figure that knocked his dagger away, and stabs him

רשת Shandor is nearly at the portal when suddenly is caught off-guard.

<@Narrator> A figure grabs Shandor shoulder and spins him around, before Shandor can react, the attacker has slammed his sword into Shandor - through the hole in his armour.

רשת Faindil steps past the three writhing figures on the ground.

רשת Shandor 's eyes wide as he looks at the person who was able to kill him. He closes his eyes and falls backwards, sliding off the sword.

רשת Varadrion watches Shandor fall, eyes wide

רשת Shandor hits the soft, grass, damp from dew, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips - glad that it was finally all over.

רשת Rue looks up at the hill. "Shandor?" There is a long pause. "Shandor?!"

רשת Mihndrid pauses, looking from Rue to Varadrion, her mind slowly processing what had just happened.

רשת Varadrion begins stabbing and slashing again

רשת Faindil continues along, blasting figures nonchalantly.

רשת Mihndrid just stands, staring, eyes wide with shock.

רשת Varadrion attacks in a hopeless rage, killing as many figures as he can

רשת Rue stands where she is, "Shandor! Get up! We're not done!!"

רשת Varadrion begins to fight his way towards Rue, killing countless robed figures

רשת Shandor is deadly still for a moment, he blinks his eyes open and looks about, remaining where he is. The ceiling is white, the walls are white, the furniture is oddly black leather.

רשת Shandor slowly gets to his feet and asks desperately to an empty room, 'Is that it? Is it over?'

<@Narrator> 'Shandor?' That unmistakeable voice asks.

רשת Shandor spins around on his heel and stares at Ariea, dressed all in white, her hair as golden and soft as ever. He wraps her in a tight embrace, never wanting to let go.

רשת Ariea frees herself from Shandor. 'Er, Shandor,' she begins, 'Couldn't you have - maybe - just a little - done a little - you know, teeny bit - more with the info I gave you?'

רשת Shandor looks at Ariea, 'I'm sorry Ariea, it was my first prophetical apocalypse, can you blame me for being a bit off?'

רשת Shandor is smiling a warm, broad smile, 'So this is it? We can be together again?'

רשת Ariea makes a slightly pained face which instantly dashes Shandor's joyous one, 'Well... not quite.'

רשת Shandor says, 'I don't understand. I'm dead, why not?'

רשת Ariea says, 'Well, actually, you aren't... actually dead.'

רשת Shandor asks, 'How am I here?'

רשת Ariea says, 'Because you were going to die.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Not seeing the problem.'

רשת Ariea says, 'You have to do something before you can, we can.'

רשת Shandor sinks to his knees and says, 'I just want to rest. I'm so tired of all of this.'

רשת Ariea sinks down to her knees as well, 'I know, sweetie, but after you do this one thing, then you can rest. I promise.'

רשת Shandor nods slowly, 'What do you want me to do?'

רשת Ariea can't help but smiling slightly as she gets to her feet, 'Get the hell back on your feet!'

רשת Shandor stands up too, and returns the smile, 'There's the Ariea I married.'

רשת Shandor groans and snaps his eyes open. He is only a dozen of metres away from the portal, he could do it. Then he could rest.

רשת Rue smiles. "Woohoo! Shandor's alive!"

רשת Shandor gets to his feet and finds the person who stabbed him, swiftly delivering a kick to his nether regions.

רשת Shandor says to himself, 'I've been refraining from doing that all this damned quest, I think I did quite well.'

רשת Varadrion finally reaches Rue and Shandor, and pauses only to take a quick look at him, before turning around and slashing at more figures

<@Narrator> The ground trembles in terror as it happens. The armies charge towards the centre, the ends of the lines are fighting with each other as they charge.

<@Narrator> The field is emerged in chaos, each solider swinging wildly and randomly.

<@Narrator> The soldiers that were remaining as back up charge and flow down the hill like water towards the army.

רשת Faelnon turns in horror at the armies charging.

רשת Silvan thinks that now would be a good time to die from terror.

רשת Brantax looks at his feeble daggers.

רשת Rue turns to look at Faelnon, the same look of terror written on her face.

רשת Shivayon squeaks at the army.

רשת Cyria turns and yells, "Damn it"

רשת Varadrion slashes more figures.. seeing Shandor stand in the distance... and then looks towards the armies

רשת Faindil , although in godly mode, thinks he's going to pee himself.

רשת Shandor turns towards the portal - it is the height of a cabin and as wide as one's length. He closes his eyes.

רשת Faelnon looks towards Shandor and wonders if is plan included this happening.

רשת Shandor takes off at a sprint, jumping over a corpse as he goes.

רשת Faelnon watches in morbid fascination.

רשת Varadrion watches as Shandor approaches the portal

רשת Shandor runs up the steps and jumps the last distance. He hits the portal and is filled with an oddly warm feeling. Then his journey is over.

רשת Rue looks at Faelnon. "Should we just...stay? There's no way we can fight them all."

<@Narrator> The portal expands a few inches, then shrinks a few feet.

<@Narrator> What Rilnae had said, 'Yeah, so, like I said, you're not going to like this... Okay, thing is, you can close the portal. It just requires you to... jump through it. But you won't go to the other side. You'll just... kinda... die. But it's the only way! See, if you can collapse the portal violently enough, the dimension the kid is in will go too, he'll die as well - and since the Seventh and himself is connected...'

רשת Varadrion says to Rue "And no way out, at least we can go down fighting"

רשת Cyria says, "It doesn't look like we have much choice in what we are going to have to do Rue"

רשת Faelnon hollers, 'Everyone, get to that portal and go through it, at any cost!'

רשת Rue looks inquisitively up at Shandor. "Wait. Shandor just..." her eyes open wide in fascination. "He just jumped into the portal! He's..."

רשת Rue stares at Faelnon. "What??"

רשת Silvan hears Faelnon's order and decides he likes the one hundred dark robes more than the armies.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, staring blankly at the armies rushing down at them.

רשת Faelnon hollers, 'You heard Shandor's speech, our deaths are insignificant compared to the millions we'll save. Now do it!'

רשת Varadrion pulls out his last dagger and charges at the robed figures, dagger and sword in hand, fighting towards the portal

רשת Faindil walks calmly towards the portal.

רשת Faelnon feels an odd sensation in his abdomen, he looks down and notices the business end of a broadsword had poked its way through his back and out his front.

רשת Faelnon 's eyes widen as he slips off and falls to the ground.

רשת Mihndrid groans, deciding she much would have rather stayed at home and learned to be a boring old alchemist like everyone else in her family before.

רשת Varadrion sees Faelnon fall, but continues to fight forward, knowing there is no way he can save the former leader now

רשת Rue looks over at Faelnon. "No!" she rushes over and kneels beside him. "Faely? Hey! Get the Tarkna up!" she whimpers.

רשת Shivayon is too far away from Faelnon to help, she just slices and charges.

רשת Cyria looks over at Faelnon, "Your not going to die now" and picks him up to get to the portal

רשת Cyria says, "Rue, can you clear a way for us?"

רשת Faelnon falls to the ground and groans meekly.

רשת Varadrion sees Cyria and Rue move over Faelnon, and decides he might as well help, and begins slashing in that direction instead

רשת Faelnon says weakly, 'I guess... bad men were... never meant for... heaven's light.' He sighs weakly and closes his eyes. He goes completely still.

רשת Rue looks up at Cyria. "Go...I'll catch up."

רשת Mihndrid grips her mace with both hands and comes up next to Rue. She grimaces as Cyria lifts him up, but turns her head to the robed figures in between them and the portal.

רשת Varadrion looks around slowly as he finds himself surrounded by robed figures

רשת Rue stares at Faelnon and bites her lip. "Bye Faely..." she mutters, taking her sword and running to the portal.

רשת Varadrion watches Rue run to the portal, but doesn't yell for help

רשת Brantax is charging and slicing as viciously as he possibly can before a blade unceremoniously causes his body and his head to go separate ways.

רשת Mihndrid lingers a little after Rue, pausing to look with a sad gaze at the healer. Gulping, she darts after Rue, swinging her mace at the figures as she goes.

רשת Faindil comes ever closer to the portal, walking past Varadrion. He turns around and considers the mass of figures around him, disintegrating a figure or two and moving on.

רשת Silvan turns in the confusion and realises he has lost his friend.

רשת Silvan spots his body and begins crying as he futilely tries shoving his way through the figures.

רשת Cyria charges after rue toward the portal

רשת Shivayon charges, stabbing and slicing viciously.

רשת Varadrion sees Silvan, a mere boy pushing through the mass, and with a quick slash and a jump off a body, moves toward his as fast as he can

רשת Shivayon grabs Silvan by the wrist and runs with him forward.

רשת Mihndrid cries out as an axe connects with her shoulder, the blow being twice as powerful due to her size. She stumbles and almost falls, but manages to keep running after Rue, half-heartedly swinging the mace at a few of the figures.

רשת Rue tries not to pause to think of the death count, realizing that she's the one everyone's following now.

רשת Varadrion looks around and notices he's the farthest group member from the portal

רשת Faindil blasts away one last figure as his magical energy runs out.

רשת Cyria ploughs through a mass of figures, sustaining numerous cuts along her arms from the mob

רשת Shivayon removes a few heads as she runs, only vaguely aware that she was still holding Silvan's wrist.

רשת Faindil 's eyes go from electric blue to dark brown. He looks around, unaware of where he is.

רשת Mihndrid watches as the violin, scratched and battered slips from its strap on her back and is trampled by the crowd behind them. She bites her lip, it being rather symbolic for her, but continues running.

רשת Rue stops in a spot which is, at the moment, devoid of enemies. She pauses to catch her breath and looks at those following her.

רשת Rue stands up and looks at everyone, adopting a take-charge attitude.

רשת Varadrion looks at Faindil's expression and suddenly realizes what has happened, and makes his way to him, receiving a few small wounds

רשת Rue looks down at the battlefield, watching Varadrion get ambushed and Faindil revert to normal. "We're not that far from the portal now." she says.

רשת Varadrion looks at Rue and shouts "Keep going!"

רשת Cyria feels something plunge into her arm but continues toward the portal as blood pours out of the wound

רשת Shivayon bursts through the final line of dark robes and shoves Silvan forward, 'Go into the portal, it'll be okay. I promise.'

רשת Varadrion stands beside Faindil and looks at him, asking "Can you still fight?"

רשת Rue looks towards the portal. "I guess we just leap in...So let's go. For everyone else who's died...and for everyone who needs to live..."

רשת Silvan , nervous, but still naive and trusting, charges forward and half-dives, half-falls into the portal.

רשת Faindil looks confused. "Fight?" he squeaks. "Where are we?"

רשת Varadrion sighs and grabs Faindil, pulling him towards the portal

רשת Mihndrid nods shakily in agreement with Rue, letting the mace slip from her hand.

רשת Shivayon shouts, 'Run, quickly.'

רשת Mihndrid clutches her flute, as if it was going to help her somehow, and leaps towards the portal.

רשת Varadrion reaches the last few rows of robed figures, and shoves Faindil right through them towards the portal

רשת Faindil screeches to a halt a few inches before the portal.

רשת Faindil looks behind himself at Varadrion. "What's this?" he asks

<@Narrator> 'You said they wouldn't be able to do anything.' A chilling voice echoed in Richard's head.

<@Narrator> 'They are morons, I'm surprised they worked it out.'

רשת Varadrion looks at Faindil and says "Jump into it, peace waits for you"

רשת Faindil is shoved into the portal. As his final action...he pees himself.

<@Narrator> 'Fine. I'll handle this.' Aoen looks from Richard to his elven troops, 'Archers! Fire!'

<@Narrator> The sky goes black. This was not caused by any night or an eclipse, but by thousands of arrows being released into the air at the same time. They hurl themselves into the air before descending fast upon the heads of everyone fighting.

רשת Varadrion stands, back to the portal, looking at the armies

רשת Shivayon looks at the sky.

רשת Cyria takes one last looks and leaps into the portal

רשת Mihndrid 's leap lands her neatly in front of the portal. She stares at it for a moment, contemplating why the hell she was here, and what she was doing. Shaking her head and clutching the iron flute in her hands and lets herself fall through the portal.

<@Narrator> A band of trolls have broken through the ranks and are around the group and the portal.

רשת Rue stands at the gate of the portal, ushering the others in.

רשת Shivayon is about to stab a troll when he is struck by two arrows. She is knocked over by the giant form - stopping the arrows from hitting her.

רשת Shivayon squeezes out from under it and looks at the portal.

רשת Rue looks at Varadrion. "Good luck. Go. We're doing this to save everyone."

<@Narrator> 'Archers! Reload!' A pause. 'FIRE!'

רשת Varadrion looks at Rue and says "Looks that way... Good Bye"

רשת Rue extends her hand to Shiva. "Grab my hand! We need you!"

<@Shivayon> Several trolls knock Rue from the marble steps and block the path to the portal.

רשת Rue is knocked backwards. She lands with a loud whimper and grabs at what feels like a cracked rib.

רשת Varadrion grabs Rue's hand and yanks her back up to her feet

<@Narrator> 'Hey hubby.' A voice said to Richard, tapping him on the shoulder.

<@Narrator> Richard turns around, to look right at... Sarah?

רשת Santhorpe surveys the trolls, trying but failing to work a way past them

רשת Varadrion stabs one of the trolls and pushes Rue in front of him towards the portal

<@Narrator> 'Aw, what's the matter, forgot our anniversary?' Sarah chuckles, innocence abandoning her, 'Tell your little death-boy friend that he can take the form of people who are dangerously close to death, as well.'

<@Narrator> Sarah grins, before lifting Richard up into the air and throwing him backwards. 'Surprised? You shouldn't be. You said I had lots of power - well, actually I did. But I got some power. Lots of power now. You are no match for me.'

רשת Varadrion knocks down two more trolls and pushes Shivayon towards the portal as well

<@Narrator> Richard charges at Sarah.

רשת Shivayon dives unceremoniously through the portal.

<@Narrator> Sarah grabs Richard's arm and throws him to the ground. She goes to snap his neck when he disappears in flame - and reappears behind her. He grabs her by the neck and lifts her into the air.

רשת Varadrion looks at Rue "Go!"

<@Narrator> 'What,' Richard begins, 'Do you really think you've accomplished? Did you honestly believe that *you* could stop *me*?'

רשת Rue stands and leans over, panting in pain. "Go where?" she asks Varadrion through gasps for air. "They're blocking the portal."

<@Narrator> 'No, 'tard. I just delayed you long enough for them to stop you.' Sarah grins broadly, a rather foolish smile one would smile when one knows one is about to die.

רשת Santhorpe runs after Shivayon, deciding to leave Sarah and Rich to it. He make a leap for the portal, beckoning Vara to follow him

<@Narrator> Richard grits his teeth and snaps her neck, letting her limp corpse fall to the ground. He turns to the battle.

רשת Santhorpe grabs the confused Rue, and half-drags her along to the portal..."this way! Through the portal Rue" he shouts to her

רשת Varadrion throws his last dagger into the neck of one of the trolls blocking the portal, making a small hole in their block

רשת Rue runs to the portal, waving Shanthorpe and Varadrion ahead. "I'll be through in a moment, I promise.

רשת Varadrion walks to the edge of the portal and looks at Rue

רשת Santhorpe decides, as his last action, to be unsurprisingly cowardly. He leaves all the "hero work" behind, and with a huge leap, just clears the portal before two trolls collide in their futile attempts to catch him

רשת Varadrion mutters a small prayer in elven and falls backward into the portal

רשת Rue looks out over the battlefield. She can see the smoke rising from the 'train in the distance, Faelnon's body lying still on the battlefield, and particles of Isondil's body lying in a pile, among other things. She looks at Richard, at Sarah on the ground and shakes her head.

רשת Rue turns is the last to leap through the portal

<@Narrator> The portal closes completely. Then, suddenly, it leaps to the size of ten dragons. It begins to break up into bands of swirling energy, getting smaller and smaller before all the bands come together.

<@Narrator> A massive shockwave emanates from their point, knocking down everything within a few mile radius. The portal has been closed. The dimension destroyed.

<@Narrator> The Seventh and the other dragons look fearfully at it and at the other dragons. Aoen goes first, screeching and screaming, parts of him changing into the dragon form.

<@Narrator> Robert West next, followed by the female dragon, then the others until it reaches Richard, who does a similar thing. They sharply and suddenly become only bones. Grotesque skeletons form, half-dragon, half-man.

<@Narrator> The warriors in the field suddenly stop fighting as Dark Army convulse and die.

<@Narrator> It is over.

<@Narrator> The world has been saved.

<@Narrator> A new memorial is erected in the ruins of Tildruin, in the same place as the first. This time, it has statues of each of the group, their names, and a single phrase, 'Our Lives Are Owed to Them'.

<@Narrator> The world begins the slow process of recovering. The forests of A'lure will never be the same again, but nature is slowly, but surely, reclaiming her land there. Tildruin has begun to be reconstructed, as it was before. Borwin, Viirnial and Loldar, too, are recovering.

<@Narrator> None shall forget the names, Shandor, Faelnon, Ariea, Thor, Thinn, Totil, Foilae, Rue, Varadrion, Isondil, Cyria, Dytalorien, Mihwen, Kalypse, Calaryn, Mihndrid, Lesharn, Santhorpe, Alril, Tengu, Dramicus, Sarah and Shivayon.

<@Narrator> The 'Quest' III is Over.

<@Narrator> Yep, lets move on to the Alt endings:

<@Narrator> Alternate Endings:

<@Narrator> Shandor was last seen diving out of a tower saying, 'It'll work this time, too!'

<@Narrator> Faelnon realized his love for the Guard and returned to A'lure with him where he took up his true calling: Poisoning his patients. No-one has noticed the increasing death count as of yet.

<@Narrator> Kalypse continued her cherry-choking ways, ending with the murder of two humans. She is wanted by several cities and is rumored to be hiding in Ashen Kvyr

<@Narrator> Isondil built himself a house far away from anywhere. One day, he was at the top of his stairs when the Spirit of Ariea appeared and shoved him down, she cackled and disappeared as Isondil lay dead.

<@Narrator> Ariea convinced the gods to give her a cloud castle full of pink fluffy clouds and bunny rabbits. She then created an army of llama-teletubbie hybrids and stormed heaven, taking it over by sheer numbers.

<@Narrator> Not to mention the fact she brought the legions of lawyers up from hell. The gods got sued into the dark ages before the lubbies finished them off.

<@Faindil> Faindil became a schizophrenic wussy bitch

<@Narrator> Thor was put to death for being a demon and speaking in Tongues. When Thinn and Totil tried to explain it was just his accent, they were chased out of town.

<@Narrator> Rue set up a very successful "Entertainment for Adults" business complete with latex costumes. $50/hour.

<@Narrator> Varadrion was exploring the country when he was trampled and eaten by a herd of rabid llamas.

<@Narrator> Tengu accidentally hit another person in the face, breaking their nose. Said person was going to attack Tengu when Tengu told a humorous story. The two chuckled and went separate ways, however, just as Tengu turned his back, the person got a crossbow and shot Tengu in the back.

<@Narrator> Cyria decided she would try and do the popular thing by eating some moss. However, the moss poisoned and killed her.

<@Narrator> (I should probably point out, that some of these were written half-way through the 'Quest' II and updated)

<@Narrator> Mihndrid set up a band and was doing quite well until she played the wrong note and incinerated half of the audience. She got life in prison. And a harmonica.

<@Narrator> Santhorpe fully realised his hatred of humanity, and himself, and so got some rubber pointy ears and pretended to be an elf for the rest of his days.

<@Narrator> Dytalorien stayed in his tree, asleep, until a farmer came along and thought he was a poacher. Several strikes with the pitchfork later, Dytalorien managed to escape.

<@Narrator> Mihwen set up an apple business, but, unfortunately, ate all of the apples for herself.

<@Narrator> Calaryn followed Varadrion around, randomly kicking him in the knees.

<@Narrator> Lesharn, unfortunately, was part of Mihndrid's band and got ten years in prison for conspiracy to incinerate a room full of people.

<@Narrator> Sarah was having a conversation with one of her galpals. She talked for five minutes non-stop, then realised that she hadn't breathed in that time. She promptly died.

<@Narrator> Shivayon realised that if she was going to be the Goddess of Death in this day and age, that she better find more ways to inflict pain that to attack like a pansy. To aid her in this, she took lessons from Ariea in cooking.

<@Narrator> Aegnor vanished for several years but later resurfaced in this recent photograph http:img.villagephotos.com/p/-youfitin.jpg [Credit to Adam]

<@Narrator> Foilae, angered by lack of appearances in the 'Quest' II, took Colm to court. He won the case and the 'Quest' II is being renamed 'The Fabulous Follies of Foilae'.

<@Narrator> The dragons, angered by their portrayal as evil creatures even though they were just magic, took Colm to court. The judge saw their point, and so turned them into little fluffy rabbits who no-one thought could do any harm and were funny and cute.

<@Narrator> Said rabbits ate half the people of Tildruin.

<@Narrator> Dramicus stayed dead. Well, what did you expect?

<@Narrator> The Child was a mite peeved that his dimension collapsed. He currently lives in a council house south of London.

<@Narrator> Colm was a mite peeved at everyone in the 'Quest' and so blew up the world. It was either that or killed everyone - although, I guess you know that already.

<@Narrator> Colm killed Shandor and Ariea for spits and giggles.

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 1:

רשת Shandor says, 'This is rather good tea.'

רשת Faelnon nods, 'Yes, very good tea indeed.'

<@Narrator> End of the World: FFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM.

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 2

רשת Shandor asks, 'Could I have some more tea?'

רשת Faelnon nods, 'Yes, more of that great tea.'

<@Narrator> A Giant Teapot: HA HA HA HA. *Squish!*

רשת Mihndrid adds, "And crumpets!"

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 3

רשת Shandor looks at it, 'Dear god! It's hideous!'

רשת Faelnon screeches, 'My eyes! My eyes!'

רשת Ariea says, 'It can't be..., it's Eidos!'

רשת Shandor picks up a rusty spoon and charges at it, 'You screwed up Anachronox! Die!'

רשת Shandor kills Eidos with a rusty spoon.

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 4

רשת Shandor says, 'There it is. My conspiracy was right.'

רשת Faelnon rolls his eyes, 'Yes, yes, Fox is cancelling everything with 'F' just to be the only F word associated with TV, it was a very good theory.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Theory? Look at it!' He points at the giant Fox.

רשת Ariea says, 'It is shooting down those planes...'

רשת Shandor says, 'Those are probably shows with F in them. Kill!'

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 5

<@Narrator> This is actually the serious one. It was much tamer as it was planned way before half the crap that took place.

<@Narrator> Synopsis:

<@Narrator> Shandor, Faelnon, Ariea and the Dwarves (they are alive and Foilae was never needed), and the group go to this battle place. There is no Dark Army, just the portal. A few lines of troops charge at the group. They are fought off and the group jump into the portal. The End.

<@Narrator> Alternate Finale - 6

<@Narrator> After Ariea disappeared, Shandor actually went and allied himself with Richard because he felt there was nothing left in the world, so it might as well go.

<@Narrator> Someone pointed out that what happened to Ariea wasn't fair. Shandor delivers a great speech about starving children on the streets isn't fair, and no-one helping them etc. He says that the world works with evil. The world is evil.

<@Narrator> I forget exactly how he is convinced otherwise, but it involved Ariea smacking him. Anyway, he tells the group how to stop the end as Richard snaps his neck.

<@Faindil> Alternate Ending 6.5 - Faindil became half-retarded when he was in his godly phase, and accidentally disintegrates the core of the Earth. FFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM

<@Narrator> Missed/Cancelled/Scrapped Sessions:

<@Narrator> ~ We were meant to be at the destruction of Tildruin. It came sessions after Viirnial's destruction when I was still aiming at around 10 sessions, total. Heh, whoops.

<@Narrator> ~ There was meant to be a session after the Gnome one. Basically, we went to a house and an elderly human lady knows crap. The gnome and the lady are talking, there is a rattling from downstairs, the group go down to check, by the time they get back up, Gnome guy and lady are dead (hence why Gnome guy isn't in most of the sessions following). Oh, later on in that session Thor was slated to die.

<@Narrator> ~ One session after the group are waiting the assassin's basement. Basically, they were trying to form an alliance with a group of trolls. It had some very funny plot notes. Point is, the leader is killed by someone who looks remarkably like Shandor. The end result is the group entering into an uneasy alliance.

<@Narrator> ~ Because Maifln (Gnome guy) is still alive, and the troll alliance never happened, he is the one who leads the group to the evil temple in the swamps. The trolls were originally meant to.

<@Narrator> ~ The next, and last, cancelled session was one called 'Doves of War', it was meant to happen between Parts and Prices and the finale. I.e. Ariea's gone, but Richard hadn't come and told people of the End. I can't actually remember the plot as I didn't write it down as I ended up not liking it.

<@Narrator> And now, something completely different: Surprise Revelations.

<@Narrator> Remember in the chunky intermezzo, the monk asked Shandor whether he wanted what he most desired or something that will save the world?

<@Narrator> Either way, he would've given Shandor Ariea's soul. Because, if Shandor hadn't brought back Ariea, he wouldn't have gone back to the group. The group would still be without a leader. And plenty of things, such as the meeting, the group wouldn't have known about and they would've been left out of the loop until it was too late.

<@Narrator> So, basically, Ariea saved the world. (Hi Isondil! How are you doing? :P)

<@Narrator> The monk only wanted to see which choice Shandor would pick. And which did he pick? Well, that's something you'll just have to wonder about.

<@Narrator> And if you think about it from a twisted mind point

<@Narrator> Ariea saved the world's lots

<@Narrator> Brought Shandor back, stopped him from dying, allowed him to fall into the portal

<@Narrator> I was going to give you a preview trailer to 'Ascent To Darkness'

<@Narrator> ... But I forgot to write it.

<@Narrator> {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} The 'Quest' Trilogy is over. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

'The Best of the Rest'





<@DrCBVI> We've still got at least 20 minutes before Isondil realises he was going to be early today



Proving that Random Shite is very funny.

<@DrCBVI> Neil

<@Rue> lol

<@Rue> HAHAH!

<@Rue> It IS a funny name!

<@DrCBVI> lol

<@DrCBVI> Neil Marley

<+Mirar> XD

<@Rue> lmao

<@Cyria> heh

<@Cyria> he should change his name to bob

<@Rue> dude...he should

<@DrCBVI> lol

<@Rue> heh, Rue is a gay raver

<@Cyria> w00t bob marley

<@Rue> rue is rue@sexy.efnetgirl.org * rue

<@Rue> rue on #gayravers #unity

<@Rue> rue using irc.foxlink.net Foxlink Networks, Inc. - Orlando, FL

<@Rue> rue End of /WHOIS list

<@Cyria> XD

<@Cyria> XD!!!!

<@Rue> Rue has become the king (queen?) of wal-mart and of the whores, so he's moved on to something else.

<@DrCBVI> He's just logged on

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<@Cyria> i remember #wal-mart XD

<@Rue> "I love to shop at wal-mart!"

<@DrCBVI> (not the gay whore who is chief of wal-mart, I mean Bob)

<@Rue> that kicked ass

<@Rue> lol



<@Rue> sometimes typos are funnier

<@Rue> boob is thunder@alb----.nycap.rr.com * Bewm

<@Rue> boob on #mphardcore @#iso @#itsclubhouse @#mpharccore @#cablewarez @#mpskankin' @#its

<@Rue> boob using irc.he.net Hurricane Electric IRC Server

<@Rue> boob End of /WHOIS list.

<@DrCBVI> lol

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<@DrCBVI> @#hadeland

<@DrCBVI> That's so much less funny.

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<@Rue> penis using irc.foxlink.net Foxlink Networks, Inc. - Orlando, FL

<@Rue> penis is away: is away: (Auto-Away after mins) [BX-MsgLog Off]

<@Rue> penis End of /WHOIS list.

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<+Isondil> lol

<@Rue> i think he might be gay....

<@Rue> maybe

[os] nick(|Pinky|) to (AssMonke)

[os] nick(AssMonke) to (AssMonky)

<+Isondil> perhaps

<@Rue> lmao

[os] nick(AssMonky) to (yAssMonke)

<@Rue> AssMonkey is moron@i.will.own.you.inthehack.com * My mind is a potato field ...

<@Rue> AssMonkey on #winnipeg+funchat #winnipeg

<@Rue> AssMonkey using irc.blessed.net wrd th fthr

<@Rue> AssMonkey is away: is away: (Auto-Away after mins) [BX-MsgLog Off]

<@Rue> assmonkey End of /WHOIS list.

<@DrCBVI> Bastard!

[os] nick(yAssMonke) to (YouFucker)

<@Rue> lmao

<@DrCBVI> YouFucker,AssMonkey didn't fit

<+Isondil> Vara not coming?

<@Rue> heh, what a loser

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<+Mirar> BitchBoy is cthq@vdsl----.phnx.uswest.net * mcnb

<+Mirar> BitchBoy using irc.banetele.no This is live, loud and stereo. Let's Dance

<+Mirar> BitchBoy End of /WHOIS list.

<@Rue> Oh, wait

<@DrCBVI> and we dunno Isondil

<@DrCBVI> lol

<@Rue> lmfao

<+Isondil> ok

<@Rue> Whore is jax@got.arrested.but.gave.yur.info * Whore

<@Rue> Whore on @#AEVhosts

<@Rue> Whore using irc.dks.ca DKS Canadian EFNet Client Server

<@Rue> whore End of /WHOIS list.

<@Rue> But but but...that's not funny...

<+Mirar> XD

<@DrCBVI> Awww, that's nothing whore-like

<@Cyria> whois is corr@corrosive-pt.tunnel.tserv.fmt.ipv.he.net * corrosive

<@Cyria> whois on @#sars @#xxxpasswordz @#newstalk

<@Cyria> whois using irc.ipv.homelien.no Who Cares -- IPv!

<@Cyria> WHOIS End of /WHOIS list.

<@Rue> lmao!

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<@Rue> THAT'S funny

<+Mirar> sars?

<@Cyria> he is an op in #sars XD

<@Rue> Porn and contagious diseases!

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ ³ Boink . houston@got.convicted.for.grandtheftauto.eu.org ()

<@DrCBVI> :.¯

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ | realname ם boink

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ . server רש. irc.nac.net (Winning popularity contests since )

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ ְִִִִִש ת . ת ר

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<+Mirar> Haha XD

<@Rue> lol

<@Rue> omg

<@Rue> i have found my twin

<@Rue> ashley is scorp@i.am.bred.net * ashley > you

<@Rue> ashley on #anti-#canada @#chatwhores #iconsofphear @#gods @#guitars @#guitarist @#guitar

<@Rue> ashley using irc.inet.tele.dk Men in black T-shirts who don't shave

<@Rue> ashley End of /WHOIS list.

<@Cyria> SARS on @#Arnold.Schwartzenegger.fro.prez.NIGGER @#pimpology @#insomnia @#internetradio @#god.hates.fags @+#§ @#pwnd @#sky @#cam-world @#incubus @#minneapolis @#mn @#potsmokers @#dreamcast-central @#murder @#ambient @#nasa

<@Cyria> SARS using irc.nac.net Winning popularity contests since

<@Cyria> sars End of /WHOIS list.

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<+Mirar> XD

<@Rue> sars is a busy disease

<@DrCBVI> Who wants to just forget the finale and whois people XD

<+Mirar> my friend uses nac.net

<@Rue> ACK!

<@Rue> PEDOPHILE!

<@Rue> AIDS is smeggy@... * aids

<@Cyria> @#Arnold.Schwartzenegger.fro.prez.NIGGER

<@Rue> AIDS on @#tupacshakur @#cooksmills @#ont @#bulletmafia @#takeoffyourpantslittleones @#PubStoolUnion

<@Rue> AIDS using efnet.skynet.be EFnet - Belgacom ISP

<@Rue> aids End of /WHOIS list.

<@Rue> -

<@Cyria> lol

<@DrCBVI> O_O

<+Mirar> Colm, I COULD have gone to a Renaissance Fair, even in the rain, you skip this and I'll have your head :P

<@DrCBVI> lmao

<@Cyria> lol

<@Rue> herpes is torrid@sexy.irc-sluts.de * herpes

<@Rue> herpes on @#bulletmafia @#PubStoolUnion @#tupacshakur @#takeoffyourpantslittleones @#cooksmills @#ont @#Worlc Waq

<@Rue> herpes using irc.isdnet.fr Cable & Wireless France EFnet IRC Server, Paris

<@Rue> herpes End of /WHOIS list.

<@DrCBVI> O_o

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ ³ pr0n . crazy@... ()

<@DrCBVI> :.¯

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ | realname ם pr0n

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ : channels ל @#corrupt

<@DrCBVI> :.¯ . server רש. irc.homelien.no (Who Cares)

<@DrCBVI> That's me done.

<+Mirar> wait, who's Faindil o.o

<@DrCBVI> Everyone, IC, and in #tildruin-rp

<@DrCBVI> And Faindil is Rue II

<@Faindil> Me!

<@Faindil> :p

<@DrCBVI> (also retarded)

<+Isondil> let's do other plot i made up!

<+Mirar> what does he/she do o.o

<@DrCBVI> No, Isondil, SILENCE!

<@Faindil> lol, Isondil, what does Faindil do?

<@Faindil> Or was it Vara who obviously stated what Faindil does?

<@DrCBVI> He is a retarded mage who can blow things up at will and needs 10 pairs of pants per session

<@Cyria> i have an idea, how about we don't isondil

<+Mirar> funky

<+Isondil> lol

<+Mirar> anything else I need to know? XD

<@Faindil> lmao, good job colm! *gives cookie*

<+Isondil> good idea

[os] nick(Mirar) to (Mihndrid)

<@DrCBVI> Thank you

[os] nick(DrCBVI) to (Shandor)

[os] nick(Sqiggly) to (Faelnon)

[os] nick(Sqiggles) to (Foilae)

[os] nick(|Perky|) to (Shivayon)

<+Mihndrid> Why is Shiva still here o.o

<@Shandor> ... I have three spare IRCs and I forgot what I was going to do with them

<@Faindil> Shiva = the most pointless char ever

<@Faindil> oh right

<+Isondil> lol

<+Mihndrid> can I kill her again? :D

<@Shandor> lmao

<@Shandor> Thank you, thank you, thank you

<+Isondil> yes

<@Shandor> I feel so proud.

<+Isondil> lol

רשת Mihndrid drew a picture of Mihnny aiming at Shiva with a big gun once XD

רשת Mihndrid should upload it.

<@Shandor> lmao

<@Rue> That's so cool

<@Shandor> Right

<@Shandor> Everyone about ready?

<+Mihndrid> sure!

<@Rue> Yep!

<+Mihndrid> I don't know where we are though o.o

<@Shandor> Rue? Isondil? Mihnny? Cyria? YouFucker?

<@Rue> Let's have a quick moment of silence for Ariea

<+Isondil> yes

<+Isondil> let's not!

<@Shandor> Yes, moment of silence for the best character Evah.

[os] mode (#tildruin) -v Isondil (Shandor)

[os] mode (#tildruin) +m (Shandor)

<@Rue> lmao

<+Mihndrid> XD

<@Shandor> I said silence, bitch.

<@Shandor> :P

[os] mode (#tildruin) +v Isondil (Shandor)

<+Mihndrid> XD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<+Mihndrid> THAT was funny

<+Isondil> bah

<@Shandor> *bows*

<@Cyria> i have an idea, screw math classwork

<+Mihndrid> I'm doing math right now o.o

<@Cyria> me too O_O

<@Shandor> Stop that!

<@Shandor> *slaps them all*

<@Rue> OK, c'mon, let's gooo!

<@Shandor> I'm Jigging.

<@Shandor> Okay

<@Shandor> Let's

<@Shandor> Go.

<@Cyria> gangs of new york is a good movie

<+Mihndrid> waiiit

[os] mode (#tildruin) -o Cyria (Rue)

<+Mihndrid> where is the group o.o

<@Rue> Shh

<@Rue> Hiding from Mihnny

<@Rue> :p

<+Mihndrid> oh

<@Shandor> Mihnny, is that, or is that not, explained at the beginning of every session? :P

<+Mihndrid> welll

<+Mihndrid> I didn't read the logs

<+Mihndrid> again

[os] mode (#tildruin) +o Cyria (Rue)

<@Rue> Kiss my feet



<@Shandor> How it all began: (I know I don't really need to include this, but god dammit, I wrote it all out)



<+Mihndrid> OOG: *reads first two words of every paragraph, skips the rest*

<@Shandor> They travelled across the world, and they even summoned dragons to fly on. Finally they arrived at A'lure. However, they were too late. The being, claiming to be 'Death', gained the power and altered the world - he removed Shandor from ever having lived. This meant the Dragon escaped [MIHNNY SUCKS] and was in the process of destroying the world. The Dragon and Child were burning the world.

<@Rue> ooc - And then Richard came and was like "You all suck and I'm going to blow you up now. :p"

<@Shandor> The Child was sent, via a portal, to another dimension where it would be safe - there was only one portal that [ISONDIL TOO!] could get to the dimension, which could easily be destroyed by the Guardians of the Child.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: *points and laughs at Isondil because he's always getting bashed.*

<@Rue> ooc - I'm reading everything. So hah.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Lol, I actually am reading it, but its fun to pretend you don't give a shit.

<@Rue> ooc - Well, I'm being a kissass. So there.

<@Faelnon> OOC: KISS MINE!

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Back off you gay bitch o.o

<@Shandor> OOC: That's it, he is so dying today.

<@Rue> ooc - But Faely. I'm a chick.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Dammit, good point.



<@Shandor> Now the time has come. The End of the World is today.

<+Isondil> ooc: yay! end of world time!

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Oh, I knew I forgot to mark something on my calender... *scribbles*

<@Rue> ooc - Let's save the world! World: *explode*

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Rue: Damn o.o

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD

<@Shandor> OOC: Dear Isobel, I hope you're well, and what you've done is right... [That song just came on, I'll be distracted for a few minutes while I jig]

<@Shandor> OOC: and lol Rue and Mihnny.



<@Shandor> The group has lost many: Ariea, Sarah, Thor, Thinn, Totil, Milly, Morte, Jason Magellan, Caeilie, the Wise Elves, the Order of Cothin-Cal and also Dramicus. [See, I remembered Drammy. Pay up, Adam]



<@Shandor> Right now, the End of the World is here, my wife is float-y like and people I know and work with may be dancing cows. I'm Shandor, and I think I'm on drugs. I mean, this is the longest day of my life.

<@Rue> ooc - HAHAHA!

<+Mihndrid> OOG: (Shandors been hanging with the Clerics)

<@Shandor> OOC: lol



<@Shandor> At the side of a small grassy verge, at the side of a barren, dusty path, it lies...

<@Shandor> Its nose twitches, trying to pick up the new scent,

<@Shandor> And its eyes have all the seeming of a demon's.

<@Shandor> Suddenly, the earth begins to shake.

<@Shandor> On the path, Stones rattle against stones,

<@Shandor> Like the rattling of old, bleached bones.

<@Shandor> This creature could only be one thing:

<@Rue> ooc - Not just normal old bones. Bleached ones.

<@Faelnon> OOC: sweet.

<@Shandor> A hoppy, floppy little bunny rabbit.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: What a waste of Clorox.

<@Shandor> A *brown* hoppy, floppy little bunny rabbit, to be precise.

<+Isondil> ooc: lmao

<@Shandor> It disappears into the grass as the 'train rattles over the hill.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hoppy floppy? What the hell are you talking about o.o

<@Shandor> OOC: It was meant to be an uber-anti-suspension thing. It worked quite well.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yeah, clorox and bunny comments. Pfft.

<@Cyria> ooc; it must be the monty python killer rabbit...

<@Shandor> OOC: Dammit, Cyria, there you go, ruining the ending.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Haha, that thing kicks ass!

<@Rue> ooc - lmao



<+Mihndrid> OOG: What battle? o.o

<@Faelnon> OOC: End of the World... Today? All races are at war with each other? Didn't I cover this in the sum up I gave you? o.o;;

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Oh, but we're all different races. Are we going to suddenly go, "O.O! END OF WORLD! *stab*"

<@Shandor> OOC:... Yes. I mean... No... I mean, read the damned finale advertising, it covered this.



רשת Rue is decked out in all-black as well, cuz Shandor's a copycat. Jerk. She wears both of her swords - her own and the one Shandor presented her with - one on each him.

<@Rue> ooc - hehe, cut out that middle part.

<@Shandor> OOC: One on each... him?

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Haha XD

<@Rue> ooc - err...hip



We covered this.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: What battle? o.o

<@Faelnon> OOC: End of the World... Today? All races are at war with each other? Didn't I cover this in the sum up I gave you? o.o;;

<->

<@Rue> ooc - Why the hell doesn't she talk to her "dad"?

<@Shandor> OOC: Can't see him. We covered this in Intermezzo... XII :P

<@Rue> ooc - *gasp*!



רשת Faelnon comes around the corner, 'I'm right here.' He looks at the two, 'Hi Foilae,' seemingly taking the appearance of his friend completely in his stride he turns to Shandor, 'I like the funeral look - nice touch.'

רשת Shandor grins, 'I thought so.'



רשת Rue looks Faindil up and down. "No weapons?"

רשת Faindil shakes his head. "Nope."

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes.

רשת Rue blinks. "Erm...why?"

<@Shandor> OOC: im l33t n kan blo dem up.

רשת Shivayon comes around a different corner dressed in light leather armour and using a single long sword.

<@Rue> ooc - Oh, she's so dying.

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOG: o.o *loads up the desert eagle*

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

<@Rue> ooc - lmao, i was talking about Shiva.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: *takes aim* >.o



רשת Faindil walks over to Faelnon, Shandor, Shiva and fake-Foilae. "Hey," he says quietly.

רשת Shivayon screeches and Faindil, 'OH GOD! DON'T BLOW ME UP!... I mean, hi' o.o;

רשת Faindil gets pissed at the taunting of his ability. BOOM.



רשת Shandor nods solemnly. 'Okay then, now for the "Don't worry, death isn't that bad" speech.'

רשת Mihndrid rolls her eyes, "That one -again-?"



רשת Shandor rolls his eyes, delivers a half-smile to the lot (including Rilnae who is shaking her head at her da- no. Shandor isn't going there, Rilnae is shaking her head at Faelnon), and takes off to the front of the 'train.



רשת Mihndrid smirks at shiva (OOG: BANG) and walks ahead of them.

רשת Foilae says, 'Young men first.'

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<@Rue> ooc - Cripples first. FOILAE WINS!

רשת Cyria says, "One vote for the death speech"

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yeaahh!

<@Shandor> OOC: lol, but he isn't crippled! He's walking!

<@Shandor> OOC: HA!

רשת Shivayon says, 'We won't all fit on the catwalk.'

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Cripple illusion :P



[os] nick(YouFucker) to (Silvan)

[os] nick(DrCB) to (Brantax)

<@Shandor> OOC: Look mommy! More generic characters to blow up!

<@Rue> ooc - Mommy: Roxor...*breaks out the AK-47*

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao



<@Shandor> OOC: 10-1 only 2 people know who Brantax and Silvan are.

<@Rue> ooc - I know!

רשת Silvan turns to Rue and bows, 'I'm Silvan, adventurer and soon-to-be-hero.'

רשת Shandor grabs Silvan by the young shoulder and shoves him away, 'You wish.'

רשת Rue raises and eyebrow and crosses her arms, obviously amused. "Hero? I'd say you're barely twelve."



רשת Rue extends a hand. "I'm Super-Who...I'm Rue."



<@Shandor> OOC: I'm so tempted just for him to ogle at Silvan drooling "girly parts"

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

<@Rue> ooc - Do it, do it!

<@Shandor> OOC:... Ogle at Rue probably made a *little* more sense.

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<@Shandor> OOC: Although, this is the 'Quest'...

<@Rue> ooc - And it's not Lewd at all. Ever. At all.

<@Shandor> OOC: Of course not, we are good little Jehovah's Witnesses children.

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<@Rue> ooc - lmao, no one else REALLY gets that either.

<@Shandor> OOC: Who cares? :D

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Lovely point.



רשת Mihndrid gives them both a nod as a greeting, not really feeling like introducing herself. Who would? She was 157 and she was shorter then a 12-year-old.



רשת Shandor says, 'You all know why you are here. [Well, except Mihndrid] The End of the World. That's today. Oh, and there's also a delightful rendition of 'Cats with Dogs' on at eight.'

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Damn right 'foo

<@Shandor> OOC: 10 minutes and I'm out of here. That's a kickass movie I just made up.

<@Rue> ooc - Hehehee, Mihnny said 'foo.

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD

<@Rue> ooc - Hey Mihnny, "is there room in your...JEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAANS?!"

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Its even funnier when you picture a ' old lady with a violin saying 'foo

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<@Shandor> OOC: This session is just going to be a nostalgic collection of all the crap we've had in all the sessions...

<@Shandor> OOC: and lol, yes it is

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Teh ghetto grammy



רשת Faindil thinks he's going to pee himself.

<@Shandor> OOC: That boy has bladder problems

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Go ahead Faildil, most boys your age aren't potty trained yet

<+Isondil> ooc: we needed to know that why?

רשת Faindil mounts a yellow horse, so as to be inconspicuous.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD

<@Faindil> ooc - lol, yellow

רשת Silvan waits for Faelnon to finish before getting a horse.

רשת Silvan gets on a horse, thus negating the prior line of his.



<@Shandor> OOC: lol, since the cripple isn't crippled, we'll mock the short people!

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Rue> ooc - oh, don't worry. i'll still mock Foilae. Just you wait.



רשת Isondil whispers to his horse which was shivering slightly to reassure it

<@Rue> ooc - oh Isondil, you shouldnt've said that

<@Faelnon> OOC: Isondil... *moves on quickly*

<@Rue> ooc - Isondil's horse: He's gonna rape me..He's gonna rape me...

<+Isondil> ooc: why?

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<@Rue> ooc - That's why

[I believe we need to quote Rue here: <@Rue> ooc - And it's not Lewd at all. Ever. At all. –Ariea. And Shandor. And Editor (in a cameo appearance). Oh, and Rilnae]



רשת Shandor adds, 'As Rilnae said a while ago, "no mortal shall harm it, no creature can wound it".'

רשת Faelnon pauses and turns to Shandor, 'Rilnae?'

רשת Shandor back-tracks quickly, 'Er... your 'daughter', at least, that's what I... y'know, might've imagined you would'a named her.'

<@Shandor> Although no-one can hear it or see it, a certain female slaps her forehead with her hand grumbling, 'Dumbass.'

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Cyria> ooc:lol

<+Isondil> ooc: lol



רשת Cyria says, "Now that might be one of the DUMBEST things i have ever heard, and being around Shandor, there have been a whole lot of dumb things"

<@Shandor> Although no-one can hear it, or see it, a certain female just began routing loudly for Cyria.



רשת Faindil wants his mommy.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: *bitchslaps Faindil*



<+Mihndrid> OOG: I'm not even going to give a reason for how her legs can reach the spurs, either :P

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

<@Shandor> OOC: Stilts

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: fishing-pole stilts



<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hey, Colm, how would you compensate if one of us randomly decided to start attacking main characters?

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Shandor> OOC: And lo, did a god SMUSH Mihndrid. SMUSH HER LIKE A BUG.

<@Faindil> ooc - Heh, your name is Canadian

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Beause that would be so much fun....

[os] nick(EvilOneTM) to (YouFucker)

<@Shandor> OOC: Varadrion, please consult that guy.

<+Isondil> ooc: latest person for finale!

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Shador: What the hell?! Faelnon: Yeah! Gay strip party!

<@Cyria> ooc: isondil, what else is new

<@Rue> ooc - And lo, Mihndrid was smoted. Smited. Smotten. Smottered.

[os] mode (#tildruin) +v Varadrion (Shandor)

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Oh goodness, I should DO that o.o

<@Rue> ooc - Smattered. Smitten. Smotied. Aw hell, she was just dead.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD!

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Fine then, don't picture a little person going rabid and attacking people with her hands and teeth, knocking them off horses.

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Shandor> OOC: I have now.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: haha, too funny XD



רשת Shandor says, 'Good luck everybody, and the person who dies first is buying the beers in Tarkna.'

רשת Faelnon says to Shandor, 'Don't you mean heaven?'

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Right, right.'



<@Shandor> The Seventh notices the group's charge first, a few seconds later, a voice echoes in his mind, 'What are they doing there? Shall we kill them?'

<@Shandor> The Seventh thinks a reply back, 'Not yet, just watch them, they are rather comical.'

<@Shandor> OOC: Y'can tell he's scared of us.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Comical is an understatement. Gay demented freak bastards is getting vaguely closer.

<@Rue> ooc - Except for one really stupid elf who is trampled.

<+Varadrion> ooc: vaguely

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao Mihndrid.

<@Rue> ooc - That comment was so funny, I will mark it with my first official use of...

<@Rue> ooc - XD!!!

<@Shandor> OOC: Got to love Isondil, just randomly killing people for no reason.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Let's all note the poor gnomes aren't present.

<@Shandor> OOC: Yes, but Mihnny, they are safe thousands of miles from here.

רשת Foilae , since, in fact, he isn't actually there, just chose to float and floats down beside them.

רשת Faindil thinks he's going to pee himself.

רשת Shandor says, 'Okay first, Foilae, that's just freaky. Second, everyone dismount here.'

<+Mihndrid> OOG: With his canary-yellow pony.

<+Varadrion> ooc: Cram it Adam :P lol

<@Shandor> OOC: 3rd Warning, giving cheek to non-Canadians (i.e. superiors)

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hey, Canada kicks your ass swamp-boy

<+Varadrion> ooc: Says the European



<@Rue> ooc: Brantax kicks the horse. The horse eats Brantax. Fatality count: One

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD

<+Varadrion> ooc: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOG: THAT was funny

רשת Rue claps Silvan on the back rather hard. "Time to be a hero, kid,"

רשת Varadrion rolls his eyesw

רשת Silvan says, 'I've changed my mind, I want to be a florist.'

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest': Grand FINALE. TODAY! NOW! IT'S THE END! || Fatality Count: Zeo (Rue)



רשת Faindil stops her horse next to the others. She looks at Shandor and Faelnon and purses her lips, her heart racing.

רשת Varadrion stops alongside Faelnon and shandor

<+Isondil> ooc: her lips?

<@Rue> ooc - under their ROCK

<@Faindil> ooc - lips. those things on your face. You put food in them.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Like pasta!

<+Varadrion> ooc: Technically thats your mouth

<@Shandor> OOC: I would like to state, for the record, Rue has 2 IRCs and I have 7, and she made a mistake before I did :P

<@Faindil> ooc - wait...fuck

<+Isondil> ooc: duh

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Pasta! Yay, Pasta!



רשת Varadrion looks at Silvan and says "Just stay close to the rest of us"

רשת Silvan nods dumbly.

<@Rue> ooc - Faelnon: Stay especially close to me.

<+Varadrion> ooc: Its been done Rue

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Shandor: ...and me!

[Remember the time when Faelnon was the gay one? Go back to that. Now. –Shandor]

[Yeah... Wait, what? –Faelnon]



<+Mihndrid> OOG: Why do you call him Richard? Its so degrading to me dad XD

<@Shandor> OOC: Lmao

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<@Shandor> OOC: He wanted to be called Richard, he introduced himself as Richard when he killed Milly and Morte.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Do you always call murderers what they want to be called?

<@Shandor> OOC: ... Yes.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Go to hell...again...gah o.o



<@Shandor> OOC: Btw, I still love Isondil's tactic: 'Aw, they are just sitting there. *shoot*. Aww, look, they are charging at me. Hello little kit- OH GOD! IT HURTS! IT REALLY REALLY HURTS!'



<@Shandor> At the very centre of the ground, the air seems to ripple and tear itself apart, a small portal forms, about as big as a gnome. A garden variety gnome (Hi Mihndrid!). It quickly grows to the size of a troll, then its grow slows down a lot. It is a bright pearly-white swirling energy, with patches and streaks of light blues.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: I'm the garden POND variety, hun.

<@Shandor> OOC: Sorry, I'll fix that. :D

<@Rue> ooc - She's got a fishing pole, stupid.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: You'd better >:(



רשת Isondil fits an arrow unto his bow and waits

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Oh my god, that's the fifth arrow you've put on the bow and you haven't fired any yet.

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<@Rue> ooc - Isondil: *rigs bow. drops arrow. rigs bow. drops arrow. rigs bow. drops arrow. rigs bow. drops arrow. rigs bow. there.*



רשת Shandor says, 'Okay, now, we dance.'

רשת Mihndrid raises an eyebrow, "Dance?"

רשת Shivayon says, 'Would you believe it? I didn't bring my ball room shoes, I'll just pop back and get them...'

רשת Varadrion takes a step forward

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Faelnon: Shandor! I thought you'd never ask!

רשת Faelnon says to Mihndrid, 'Sort of a catch phrase Shandor uses, just ignore it.'

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

רשת Mihndrid shrugs, "Er, okay."

רשת Shandor says, 'Everyone... Fight.'

רשת Varadrion stops spinning the weapons and begins walking towards the robed figures

רשת Isondil let's an arrow fly towards one of the robed figures

<+Varadrion> ooc: Yay! He shot one!

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<+Varadrion> ooc: Ashli.. for god sakes.. if you change that every time someone dies we'll see nothing but green

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<+Varadrion> ooc: Ditto Colm

<@Shandor> I'll change it every 10th death.

רשת Mihndrid pauses, as if processing his command, but the hesitation lasts only a minute. Drawing the violin from its strap she begins to play, sparks already beginning to dance around the strings.

<+Isondil> ooc: ok

<+Varadrion> ooc: Might wanna go for 100

<@Shandor> ... Or just do it if someone of the group dies.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Varadrion, shut up and be modest you gay psycho bitch o.o

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Isondil> ooc: let's another arrow fly towards one of the robed figures

<+Isondil> ooc: aw crap

רשת Silvan slowly follows with the group, realising that he has killed the sum total of zero people with a blade.

<@Rue> ooc - I'll be in charge of group deaths.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Horses: Oh...shit.

<@Shandor> OOC: No... I will. :D

<@Rue> ooc - Noooo

<@Shandor> OOC: I know who... Er... Oh, look, cookie! (j/k)

<@Rue> ooc - I wanna be the group death counter!

<@Shandor> OOC: Fine. But it better be accurate.

<@Shandor> OOC: :)

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Um, no? o.o

<+Varadrion> ooc: Are they still not moving?

<@Shandor> OOC: Well, they are fighting you people, duh, but not moving away from the portal.

רשת Mihndrid doesn't even pause to see if it hit, letting the tune continue, letting the electricity leap from person to person along the line.

<@Shandor> They are basically just a solid block between us and the protal.

<+Varadrion> ooc: So why not just let Isndil shoot them? At least then he'll be good for sumpin, ol

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Hey, I know! Someone throw me over the group, I'm small enough!

<@Shandor> OOC: Don't get snipity with me.

<+Varadrion> ooc: I'm pretty sure I've never gotten his name right.. ever, lol

<@Shandor> OOC: He won't love you if you tell him that...

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Throw...? The gnome...? Small flying vicious old lady...?



<+Mihndrid> OOG: And meanwhile all the other races just kind of sit there, twiddling their thumbs.

<@Shandor> OOC: Yep, they are under orders.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Haha XD *pictures little circle of people going insane killing robed people with a massive horde of other people around them just sitting there.*

<@Rue> ooc - lmao!!!

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol, now picture some setting up tea tents and discussing the 'terrible cricket match' that is going on.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: XD!



רשת Varadrion looks at Faindil quickly and smiles for a moment, and then quickly thanks Isondil and resumes killing

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Resumes killing? Jesus...

<@Shandor> OOC: lol

<+Varadrion> ooc: How should I put it?

<@Shandor> OOC: Speak the truth "Tries to act the hero and gets bitchslapped"

<+Mihndrid> OOG: How about, Delicately proceeds with the current bloodied activity

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<+Varadrion> ooc: pfft

<+Mihndrid> OOG: ...No tea for you!

<+Varadrion> ooc: Boo-friggin-hoo :P



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<@Shandor> A dark robed figure breaks past Shandor and swings his sword vertically, starting from below. He misses the main part of Isondil's body, but the sword slides right up between his arm and chest. It connects with flesh at the armpit and cuts straight through until it reaches air again.

<@Shandor> OOC: Not above. As in, swinging from the ground up

<+Varadrion> ooc: Er.. ouch

<+Mihndrid> OOG: major ouch o.o

<@Shandor> OOC: Yep, oh and Isondil, sorry for not warning you but... Finale. >:D

<@Rue> ooc - No babies for him

<+Isondil> ooc: nice

<@Shandor> OOC: O_o, I think you may have misinterpreted where the blade went, Rue o.o;;

<@Rue> ooc - ...yep

<@Rue> ooc - oops

<@Shandor> OOC: I can so see that as 'Varadrion throws a dagger into the back of Isondil's head.'

<@Rue> ooc - Well...no babies for him anyways.

<+Varadrion> ooc: at least he'll leave a messy corpse

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

רשת Isondil yelps in pain and collapses

<+Varadrion> ooc: Lol... he just got slashed good... have some sympathy

<@Shandor> OOC: At least Isondil realised he was still alive, I was worried for a second

<+Varadrion> ooc: So is his arm like gone?

<+Isondil> ooc: presumably

<@Shandor> OOC: Yes, but I'm claiming it as a club.

<@Rue> ooc - It's ok. You only need one.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: ewww

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<+Varadrion> ooc: for ther record... the one that got you now has a dagger in his skull and a sword in his head...

<+Varadrion> ooc: sword in his stomach rather

<+Mihndrid> OOG: I was just going to say...

<@Rue> ooc - nonono, that's a different one

<+Varadrion> ooc: Oh... well hes still got a dagger in his head.. so hes done

<@Rue> ooc - It's just a dagger in his head for Isondil's dearmitator.

<@Shandor> OOC: Oh, and the main reason I did that to him? So he couldn't use a bow and Varadrion couldn't keep plugging his loved one's bow skillz.

<+Isondil> ooc: ty



רשת Mihndrid hears Rue gasp and turns to the side to see Isondil on the ground, blooding pouring from the wound. She never had really liked him that much, but her stomach twisted as she looked at him in that condition.

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao, 'She never had really liked him that much", finally, some honesty.

<+Varadrion> ooc: not funny

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Well DUH XD



רשת Faelnon runs over to Isondil to try and stop the bleeding.

<+Varadrion> ooc: I was just gonna say.. we might need a medic

<+Mihndrid> OOG: We have Faelnon, but he's gay so he doesn't count.

<+Varadrion> ooc: He'll make ya feel better Isondil ;)

<+Mihndrid> OOG: ...allll over

<+Varadrion> ooc: that was implied

<@Shandor> OOC: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOG: I was only verifying

<@Faelnon> OOC: Fine, I won't help.



רשת Shivayon sees Isondil and is close to vomiting when she is struck over the back of the head.

<@Rue> ooc - Quick Mihnny! Party!

<@Rue> ooc - Shivayon just got beat down.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Yeah! W00t!

<+Mihndrid> OOG: *bitch-slaps Shiva with a large shotgun* HAHA



רשת Foilae sees Shivayon get hit over the head... by a hand? In any case, he performs a spell that makes the guilty figure's head explode off with a suitablely disgusting *Pop* noise.

<@Shandor> OOC: I can't believe no-one commented on the disgusting pop noise.

<@Shandor> OOC: It sounds hilarious to me.



<@Cyria> ooc: i think it is time for something called PLOT ADVANCEMENT

<@Shandor> OOC: Adam, we all know there had to be a plot in the first place for that to happen.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: d'oh.



<+Varadrion> ooc: Foilae just spoke... bad



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