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?
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've held hands with another person. What better way to make a connection?
Hunting for treasure isn't always glamourous. The dirt under your fingernails can attest to that.
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.
You look, like, totally amazing, man. Can you feel the universe touching you yet?
You married another player! N.B. Marriage not binding in any real court of law.
We all knew this day would come. Having children online is finally a reality.
You are the epitome of a modern day Hero, unafraid to embrace newfangled technologies.
You annihilated 30 enemies using explosive barrels. Isn't it nice how conveniently placed they are?
You've earned an honest day's wage fighting for another Hero. Though "honest" is a subjective term.
You scored 2000 on the Mourningwood Fort mortar game. Private Jammy is proud of you.
You brought the gift of music to every corner of Albion. And looked really cool doing it.
Your winning personality has brought you a plethora of new friends. That's right. A plethora.
Who said interior decorating was incompatible with leading a revolution? No one.
You've amassed a fortune in real estate. Just as well there's no window tax.
You've become Albion's most wanted criminal. We just hope you could afford the fine.
You're Henery the Eighth you are, you are. Well, of course you're not, but a good try nonetheless.
You have uncovered every last piece of Hero lore. The Road to Rule is a road well travelled.
You had to make a lot of difficult and unpopular decisions, but they were the right ones.
Good for you. Why bring more people into the world when there are poor, parentless children around?
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.
You've taken your first steps towards gathering a rebel force to stand against your brother.
Major Swift and his men have joined your cause. How can you fail with that moustache on your side?
The people of Bowerstone are behind you, ready to stand up against your brother.
You convinced the Aurorans to to join your cause. It's time for a revolution!
You led a revolution and now the throne is yours. How will history judge your rule?
You killed the Crawler and ended the greatest threat ever to loom over Albion. You are a legend.
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 have reinstated the Dark Sanctum. Come back to see it in all its glory and discover its secrets.
Thanks to you, there is a new, thriving community away from the stresses of the modern world.
You beat an inanimate object at chess. Although to be fair, it is a very evil inanimate object.
You brought a real sense of gravitas to your role of monarch. That and feathers.
You may well be the first Hero in history to weave two spells together. And wasn't it pretty?
Magic holds no secrets for you. If it did, you'd probably cast a "make magic talk" spell on it.
You dispatched an enemy while he was airborne. At least he went with style.
Few have ever put the trigger to such bloody use.
You're a one-Hero army. A pure massacring machine. A total killing-- well, you get the idea.
They called you a nerd. They called you spotty. They mocked your beard. So you killed them all.
You are the ultimate Hero. A master in every discipline. In other words, you're awesome.
You got all the way to the end without being knocked out. Well, there was that time in the desert...
You have fully upgraded an already historical weapon. It doesn't get any more legendary than that.
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?
It's always nice to meet someone for whom "bibliophile" isn't a dirty word.
