** spoiler omitted **
While there is indeed a running gag in the film regarding chimichangas, it's not what I was thinking.
Hmmm... maybe too vague to work. No worries, then.
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Chimichangas.
(+1 if you get the reference.)
I noticed this game is old school. I'm pretty old school myself.
During my travels, I've found that wielding the wild electric energy is a great boon. I've faced many foes, and quite a few that were immune to my most devastating attacks. What I did to face them, at that time, was to use what else I had in my arsenal. My other tricks, though few, were quite potent in their own right. Plus, my allies were quick to pick up any slack and re-positioning that was necessary to continue the fight. I would continue my assault on foes in the battle that were more vulnerable to Thunder and Lightning, my most prized whips. In the end, though many more foes were immune to my electric vengeance than any effect of my allies, I was quite the formidable warrior. Against any foe not immune, well, their fate was surely sealed with lightning speed.
I was permanently enlarged near the end of the Age of Worms campaign. It really worked out for me, as I was much closer to my giant-kin after that. Running through Kongen-Thulnir as a giant worked to my advantage, socially.
If you had a kingdom for your own, how would you rule? Would you change much, or follow the old guard? Would you work hard to make a good life for your people, or would you make your subjects make a life for you? These are questions I haven't given much thought to, mostly because I never needed to, though that will change in the near future. I'm not the only one to see this as a bit out of place. I've always been a half-breed, with no real home. Wandering suited me fine. Now it seems I have a place among the Bandit Kings not too long from now. We, as companions, have placed on our shoulders the weight of the world as we dare to save it. As our struggle goes on, it shows us that the responsibility of our task left us stronger in character. Perhaps this is what the old man Achaime sees in me, aside from his blood. The dragons of Dragotha have lost this day, to the Curse and the giants of Kongen-Thulnir. The citadel was in good hands as well. It will be interesting to meet the great defenders themselves.
At last! Looking back at our map, Allustan was right, in his own way. From his house, looking on in the direction of the Whispering Cairn, go far enough and you find the canyon! Hah! The old man had one thing left to teach me after all. Baag is his name... I never knew it before today. At least, I don't think I've ever known it before today. Still, it is great to see him well. He looks just like I remember him. It's interesting to see our struggle of the past seem simple in comparison to our current oppressors. Hopefully our fight won't separate us again. Achaime... Silvereyes. From what they tell me, he and I are very much alike. I've come a long way from being spat on out on the street to being compared to royalty. There is some other uneasiness from the giantkin, though. It's as though my possible, perhaps likely lineage isn't what concerns them. Arathana, I can't thank you enough. I couldn't ask for a better companion throughout my travels. We've seen many things of the world up close and dangerous. Unanus and Rendul have been great, too. Despite the sounds of war echoing through the giants' corridors and alcoves, I feel I can rest more easily tonight than I have in quite a while.
Vengeance... There's no holding back anymore. I will no longer see my people suffer and die protecting their land and family. I will make these dragons suffer!
Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Way of Destruction #31: Red Flame Cannon!Bleach, if memory serves? That's right. Although I have to say my favorite incantation from the series is Captain Ukitake's shikai: "All Waves, Rise now and Become my Shield, Lightning, Strike now and Become my Blade!"
Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Way of Destruction #31: Red Flame Cannon!
We're making a big impact here. The people here are desperate for courage. Adventurous courage. Soon we will meet the leadership of the kingdom, and those of the surrounding territories as well. I hate to say that I don't fit in with a crowd like that, but, isn't it weird to see a brute like me mingle with foppish, pampered royalty? I'll have to ask Zeech if he thinks I'm fit to lead. Hopefully I can stop Unanus from doing anything too crazy, at the least.
As half giant-kin, it's hard to find humanoids bigger than me in societies that I've lived in. These trolls... in a way, I'm saddened by the state of their feral, evil minds. I see my own face in their visage, almost. It made me... no, that's not it. I think my distant cousins can learn from the likes of me. Knowing what I do about the reputation of giants over other human-types, we don't mix well. None of them perfectly fit, of course, but there's no place for a giant in most any city aside from doing hard labor. Giants are much more capable than the state I see them in, and how they relate. The difference between a dwarf and a giant isn't just size, but the dwarf knows how to live in a society larger than his own. Giants may have their own, and with companion races and species, too, but it pales in comparison to the potential of allying with humans. Maybe it's my half-blood, but maybe I see something bigger than me in a world of allies.
For me, this has been a path of scars. Those demons left me with physical scars deeper than most any opponent I've faced. Moreto the True Ghoul seemed to be haunting my dreams long ago, taunting me with the horror of my brother corrupted. Though I suffer, I never falter. I never plan to. I will see this through. I will survive the onslaught. Kyuss has a new foe, and he'd better shiver in his boots and tremble before the might of his new enemies. I'm after you, now, Kyuss! Those writhing worms of yours will be crushed into oblivion, and my lightning will strike you down where you stand!
What? Where? *Walks into 2 above posts*
I feel bad for the construct; perhaps it was better that we put him to rest, but to think he was guarding an empty room for ages is depressing. Those wind warriors, though, they got what they had coming to them. They embarrassed me in the past, acting high and mighty. Well, even when I warned them what they had coming, they still showed no sign of relent. That Moreto guy, though, made me sick. He showed me visions of my nightmares, and was only too happy to see him disappear. He knew more than he was telling us, that I'm sure of. Wait... why didn't we press him on the matter of the Ghoul's Heart?
Where is my brother? Allustan's divination wasn't clear enough.
Hang on, Allustan! I'm comin' for ya!
At first I was very uneasy with those two, but it turns out I had no choice but to trust them. After all, who would come to us, saying they're allies, when they're associated with the thieves' guild, and their contact in the guild is our known rival. It's too bad of a lie for someone to make up. Besides, we need their skills now more than ever before. The road we walk is dangerous, Leopold and Nexus proved that. This will not make it easier for me to sleep, though.
R.I.P. Leopold Frost Whenever something didn't go your way, your solution was to try harder. We'll never forget the lesson: give it your best, and you might surprise yourself with success. R.I.P. Nexus Exodus There is an air of dignity that is lost without you. Thank you for bringing the royal treatment to our band of heroes. I am greatly saddened by our loss. In the end, it looks like Raknian was at least partially successful in his endeavor, even if he had no influence on the outcome of the day's events. My question is, what do we do now?
For the first time in my life I fought for something other than my life. A nice change of pace, though I'm not sure if the arena is my place. It felt good, though; the cheering crowd. Outside, nobody likes me, but in there, I was a warrior. This distraction from our goal has taken my attention.
So much for finding the end of the trail. All that sewer walking, deep cover investigations going off the smallest leads, and we still have the mastermind out of our grasp. What's worse, is that there's no telling if Raknian's it either. How deep does our fate delve us?
I have mixed feelings about that Qumajji guy. He was pretty scary before, but now that I just saw him laid out like that, it looks like staying in the light is not good for his health. I was compelled, even if it was for only a second, to refer to Leopold as Mr. Frost. As a group we are entering this place of power where our old lives seem trivial, and our enemies more fantastic. At first, it was a mine manager. Now, it's a brain-devouring monster from beyond the stars. Who's to say our adventures end here?
Am I magnetically attracting bolts and arrows? If it weren't for my allies' healing, I'd be long dead now. Speaking of magnets... This energy coursing through my body has caused a few changes I hadn't noticed until recently, but I am definitely more agile and stronger than before. My reactions are quicker, and the tension of muscles provoked by shock nearly constantly have sparked my muscles' growth. The greater doppleganger may have been more deadly in the long run, but I wasn't more afraid for my life until Leopold's old ally came to attack us. The paralyzing mind blast from the mind flayer was bad enough, but he was ruthless in capitalizing on it. Worse, he seemed to move into the shadows one place, and emerge another, disappearing entirely in the intervening space. A deadly foe I can see is terrible, but a deadly foe I can't is probably more terrifying. I'm relieved we won't have to worry about him for a good while now. The domination spell is equally brutal, from what I've heard, and Nexus' great timing there saved us. His skills may be great, and exactly what we need for what we may face in the future.
When up against dopplegangers, I've realized that I take appearances for granted. Who knows who else was actually a nefarious killer in disguise? The guards could have been faked, even. I was pretty convinced by that fake Arathana, which concerns me. How did they know how she was? We had to have been observed since a little after we entered the city. How many eyes have been on us all this time? We're being targeted, and I intend to get to the bottom of this.
That chimera was vicious. It needs more than a cage to contain a menace like that in the city. Next, Leopold gets himself arrested. Maybe it was fate, as his arrest lead us to the hideout of the doppleganger. Thanks to Nexus, a Mimic that ambushed us turned to stone, left with a Hazard-shaped impression on it. Who's behind all this, and why does he want us dead? Does he have any relation to Balabar Smenk? Dourstone? The Ebon Triad? Now that I think about it, we probably do have local enemies.
Some of the people the past few days have talked to us as though they knew us already. Were they expecting us? I didn't think we had a reputation outside of Diamond Lake. I've never been here. At least, I don't think I've ever been here. I guess word can travel fast here.
Arathana and I owe our lives to these lizard folk, and they to ours. As soon as we get our bearings again, we will face the Lizard King and his Lieutenant. Something tells me that this won't be a simple matter. A dragon's ally, huh? Maybe a dragon's pawn. Either way, we're setting ourselves up for a future rivalry. Green lights. Green worms. Green breath of the acidic black dragon. Aside from our new brethren, I don't much like the swamp.
I'm already sick of trudging through the swamp. The green torches they carry remind me of my nightmares, making them an uneasy foe. I know there's something that hasn't been mentioned by the soldiers of Blackwall Keep. They have a secret, and I intend to find out what that is.
Vitali left us pretty suddenly, but that's just the way he is; he showed up just as suddenly, too. I wish him luck. Meanwhile, all sorts of explosions have gone around me lately. If I favor electric vengeance, my allies seem to favor fiery rage. I can relate.
There is a tingling feeling in my hands. I've had these electric shocks when I grab onto metal things, especially my shield. My hair is starting to fall out. When I connected that channeled shock in to the hideous six-armed monster, it felt like I was striking my old slave-master. A selfish, righteous deed, blessed by the thunder of a natural god. Looking outward, into Diamond Lake, I realize that we descended with our minds on helping Diamond Lake, and rise again with the tools to do so in a more dramatic way than we anticipated. We can accomplish much together.
Arathana and I have been companions in arms before, and when one falls, so does the whole team (in this case literally). I think this place is more dangerous than it seems. How quickly we can forget our wounds when they heal so soon. If one or two in our team loses focus, we all lose. I've put my life on the line, and my trust in my companions. It'd be regrettable to lose any of it.
I feel a little like I'm reliving that night over and over. The electricity in the air, making your hair stand on end. The loud cracking of thunder and whiplash. My oldest memories are repeating themselves. The other night my dreams haunted me. Wind Warriors with swords that sparked electric rage slaughtered me while my brother watched uncaring. He held a lantern to his side that emitted a ghoulish green light. The blank expression on his gaunt face fails to acknowledge me. Why can't I remember where I'm from?
I knew many townsfolk didn't like me, but to have the earth elemental spit pebbles at me was surprising. I didn't even speak to it. Finding the treasure in the cairn was nice, but I'm no closer to finding my brother. Now I'm deep underground in the other direction. I doubt any clues are nearby. For now, I must focus my energy against this cult, the Ebon Triad. Who knows how dangerous these guys are.
That lacedon was scary, Filge was sick, those wind warriors were too strong and I don't have any idea how my brother fits into all this. Either Allustan is lying or he caught a glimpse of something much bigger than he knows. |