It's always nice to meet someone for whom "bibliophile" isn't a dirty word.
You got all the way to the end without being knocked out. Well, there was that time in the desert...
Magic holds no secrets for you. If it did, you'd probably cast a "make magic talk" spell on it.
You have uncovered every last piece of Hero lore. The Road to Rule is a road well travelled.
You are the ultimate Hero. A master in every discipline. In other words, you're awesome.
Your dedication to the art of key-getting is laudable. No ordinary key-getter you.
You have collected all the rare desert flowers and returned a sense of cultutal heritage to Aurora.
Oh, you're tough, you are. Destroying tiny, bearded, pointy-hatted, immobile men. How could you?
You killed the Crawler and ended the greatest threat ever to loom over Albion. You are a legend.
You had to make a lot of difficult and unpopular decisions, but they were the right ones.
You brought the gift of music to every corner of Albion. And looked really cool doing it.
Thanks to you, there is a new, thriving community away from the stresses of the modern world.
You brought a real sense of gravitas to your role of monarch. That and feathers.
You have fully upgraded an already historical weapon. It doesn't get any more legendary than that.
You annihilated 30 enemies using explosive barrels. Isn't it nice how conveniently placed they are?
Good for you. Why bring more people into the world when there are poor, parentless children around?
You led a revolution and now the throne is yours. How will history judge your rule?
You've amassed a fortune in real estate. Just as well there's no window tax.
You convinced the Aurorans to to join your cause. It's time for a revolution!
Few have ever put the trigger to such bloody use.
You beat an inanimate object at chess. Although to be fair, it is a very evil inanimate object.
The people of Bowerstone are behind you, ready to stand up against your brother.
Hunting for treasure isn't always glamourous. The dirt under your fingernails can attest to that.
You look, like, totally amazing, man. Can you feel the universe touching you yet?
You have reinstated the Dark Sanctum. Come back to see it in all its glory and discover its secrets.
You scored 2000 on the Mourningwood Fort mortar game. Private Jammy is proud of you.
You're a one-Hero army. A pure massacring machine. A total killing-- well, you get the idea.
Who said interior decorating was incompatible with leading a revolution? No one.
You rescued a piece of cardboard and gained valuable insight into the game development process.
Not even death can put squabbling siblings to rest, but at least they're safely back with Mother.
You've become Albion's most wanted criminal. We just hope you could afford the fine.
Major Swift and his men have joined your cause. How can you fail with that moustache on your side?
They called you a nerd. They called you spotty. They mocked your beard. So you killed them all.
You may well be the first Hero in history to weave two spells together. And wasn't it pretty?
You dispatched an enemy while he was airborne. At least he went with style.
You've taken your first steps towards gathering a rebel force to stand against your brother.
Your literary investigations have unearthed a one-of-a-kind play. Shame it stinks.
We all knew this day would come. Having children online is finally a reality.
Heroes have long been free from the boundaries of normal society. What is normal anyway?
You've earned an honest day's wage fighting for another Hero. Though "honest" is a subjective term.
You married another player! N.B. Marriage not binding in any real court of law.
Killed enemies with Melee, Ranged and Spell Attacks. Which is your favourite then?
At least twenty people in Albion have felt the hand of Hero touch them. In a good way, we hope.
The Guild Seal reacted to your touch. You're a Hero! But then, you knew that already.
You are the epitome of a modern day Hero, unafraid to embrace newfangled technologies.
You've held hands with another person. What better way to make a connection?
You collected every legendary weapon, which makes you something of a legendary collector.
You own every item of clothing in Albion worthy of a Hero. And more than a few that are unworthy.
Your winning personality has brought you a plethora of new friends. That's right. A plethora.
You're Henery the Eighth you are, you are. Well, of course you're not, but a good try nonetheless.
There's nothing like an attempt on your life to liven up a boring day.
You've found the first escaped prisoner. Is Albion safer now?
You've found the second prisoner. Have you ever wondered what your nature is?
There is no third prisoner. Or perhaps it's you, sitting on that throne forever more.
Ravenscar Keep now obeys your laws.
You helped Huxley construct a friend. You'd think he'd be more grateful.
You collected all of Faraday's diary pages, and learned some history in the process.
Crazy witches aren't the only ones who long to change their nature.
You were once a revolutionary, but just how real was your revolution?
What does freedom mean to a talking piece of stone? Free speech, one supposes.
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