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