Everywhere I turn, there is naught but water! How am I supposed to kill this lazy oaf when his roots block all viable paths? Blast it all...time to return to Heaven's Peak and figure out more about this so-called plague. "Don't destroy the barrier," they say. "It keeps the plague out," they say. Well, I say, destroy the barrier!
Er...uh...hmm...the drawbridge is up. All right, then. To the mountains!
How unfortunate that we cannot retrieve any life force from these zombies...I could put them to good use...it is certainly better than meandering about in some dusty graveyard. Still, they make the most lovely squishing sound when blades are driven through their rotting flesh.
Those sorcerers have done such a number on my troops. Certainly they would not notice if I took this health cylinder in retaliation. What? They would? Too bad, because I am stealing it anyway.
Guard: Heard you might be looking for a way into Heaven's Peak?
Yes. Do tell.
Guard: You're crazy, you know that?
Why, thank you. I do try.
Guard: But I've still got a family in there... so maybe you're the kind o' crazy we need right now. See that sewer entrance over there? I've been watching it. Seen a few refugees comin' out. Not many, I grant you, and some are in a bad way...a real bad way. But if you want in, there it is.
Gnarl: Ah, if you want to cross water, you'll need to locate the Blue Minions. They must be somewhere around here...they gravitate towards watery areas.
Brown, red, green and blue, working in harmony, causing discord...I like it!
Oh, great...the succubus has returned. Your magicks will not work on me, foul temptress of the night!
[After a short struggle, the Minions are able to keep their hormones in check long enough to defeat the succubus.]
Wonderful! I trust she will not bother us again. Come! There is still work to be done. Mind the steps, as well...it is a bit soggy around here.
Gnarl: These creatures are Boombo Birds. They are as deadly as they are stupid-looking and fiercely protective of their eggs.
Eggs are of no concern to me. I must find the Blue Minions' lair before we can continue our plan for conquest. But...what are they doing behind that thick cloud of gas. Please tell me these idiots are not colorblind...
Gnarl: I might've known that the Blues would find somewhere nice and damp to hide. Go forth, Sire, and retrieve their Hive.
That is what I was going to do! You do not need to tell me twice, Gnarl.
