Vrill's Holiday Tidings Vrill seems to finally come to his senses and prefaces the upcoming fight with a few encouraging words.

"You guys are the WORST. Really, I'm SO SCARED, because the WORST PCs to grace character sheets are about to unleash their impotent combat skills on me. Oh wait let me guess, does your master plan involve a magic bear, some swords, and a silence spell? BLECH I think I just threw up in my mouth."

"I know you guys aren't wearing the sharpest safety helmets on the short bus, but let me just make it crystal fucking clear. You die here. I won. You CAN'T KILL ME, I'm IMMORTAL now. In my learned opinion, you should run or pray to your gods for final communion. And that 'puzzle'- WEAK- is totally retarded and easy. A three year old who fell off a bike could solve it. Whatever, anyway the whole idea of a puzzle in a final battle is totally WEAK in case you didn't pick up on my CLUE, Velma."

"Did you like that alliteration in the previous statement? That's courtesy Croatius. He'll also be sending you some POWERFUL BLAST MAGIC real soon. Happy Halloween mother fuckers. When the clock strikes midnight, you're all going down unbelieveably hard."  ¶ 7:29 PM