|Mummy Pharaoh's Khopesh||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Nightmare)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Axe||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Nightmare)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Headdress||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Legendary)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Mantle||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Legendary)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Bracelets||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Normal)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Loincloth||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Normal, Hard)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Greaves||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Hard)|
|Mummy Pharaoh's Ring||130||110||158||150||Increases Energy by 35, Health by 50||Jack quest boss (Normal)|
|Ghostly Cat||Jack quest boss|
|Jack's Lantern||84||82||105||74||Burning Grimace: Chance for bonus damage||Limited Time Item 10/29/10 - 11/11/10 , Quest Boss - Jack|
|Jack Essence||Used to summon Jack (Raid)||Jack quest boss|
|Jack's Revenge Essence||Used to summon Jack's Revenge (Raid)||Jack quest boss (Nightmare)|
|Brown Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Grey Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Green Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Blue Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Purple Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points and Pet Emporium Scroll 3||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Orange Jack o' Lantern||Craft x2 Stat Points and Pet Emporium Scroll 3||Peril of the Pumpkin Patch raids and quests|
|Anger seethes in his dark mind. Demon-slayers... An army of them. Damn them! Damn them all!
The girl's death was sweet, but it wasn't enough. More must die. They all have to die!
He growls. They're all cowering within their houses, behind bars and bolts. He needs them to wander the night, to stray around as victims waiting for slaughter. He should have foreseen this. But he was so eager to taste blood...
Perhaps he could use his weapon... Slaughter them in their very homes. No. His weapon isn't powerful enough to wreak such slaughter. Not yet. Maybe he-
Ah! He laughs. The sound is more frightful than his roar.
Two figures are moving through the darkness, towards the pumpkin patch. A boy and a little slip of a girl. The fools! Even with death stalking the darkness, they can't abandon their ritual.
He draws his weapon.
The boy and girl are in the middle of the field now. She reaches up and grabs him, pulls him close. Her lips seize his. She's so forceful that the boy struggles out of instinct, before surrendering.
They don't hear the footsteps. They don't know death is coming for them. Death, and vengeance. Blood will be spilled. Here in the pumpkin patch, where it's sweetest.
The girl drags the boy to the dirt and straddles him. Her quick hands undo his belt.
Doom is but a few paces away...
The weapon is about to strike.
The girl whirls around. There's a dagger in each of her hands...</i>
"Sodding got you now, mate!"
Lena goes for Julius first. She yanks him to his feet.
"Go!" she says.
But he's staring at the burning pumpkin visage, entranced by horror. The barbarian woman drags him around by main force, until he's facing the opposite direction.
"Go!" she repeats.
This time he runs.
'Jack' tries to do the same. But when the fiery face turns, it finds you there.
"Nowhere to go," you say.
|The bolts of fire take you by surprise. You hadn't expected other magic. Fortunately you've had enough sorcery flung at your face that evading it is second nature now. So balls of pumpkin-shaped flame whoosh by, and waste their incendiary fury on the night.
His sword slashes at you. It's a clumsy strike. Perhaps it could behead a helpless girl, or murder a lackluster wizard in patched robes. It's not going to kill the dragon-rider. You parry. And your opponent's arm shudders. Its thickness isn't muscle. The limb doesn't bear the strength its girth would portend.
That you expected.
Your blade flashes. This time there's no parry -- only death. The flaming pumpkin head flies from its trunk, amidst a torrent of spraying crimson.
The fire and the ghastly pumpkin visage disappear in mid-air. Something smaller and darker falls in the dirt.
"Apocolocyntosis Flammea," you murmur.
You knew you'd heard the wizard's last word somewhere before. Perhaps it was from Faustus. An illusion spell, devised for Pumpkin Night by a mad mage. A perfect guise for this killer.
You reach down and grab the severed head by its hair. Then you hold it up to the others.
"A woman?" Lena asks.
"The old padded outfit trick!" Rissa says. "So who was she?"
"Bridlin, the schoolmistress," you reply.
"Did you know it was her?" Arnolt asks.
He takes a long slip from his tankard. You do the same.
"I suspected," you reply.
There's a long moment of silence. Rissa and Lena empty their tankards and call for refills before the constable speaks again.
"You could have told me," he says. His gaze roams around the tavern, across the men and women for whom he represents law and order.
"And what would you have done?"
"Cracked her over the head with my cudgel!" He sighs. "All right... I can see why you kept it to yourself."
"What made you think it was the bleeding schoolmarm anyway?"
"She said she left Melchior's book lying in the bushes. She wouldn't have done that. I saw how much she loved books."
"So she stole it?" Lena asks.
"At first she probably just picked it up so she could give it back to him. But then she saw the spell, and decided to play Jack."
Again there's silence, save for the sounds of ale passing between lips and down throats, and empty tankards meeting oak.
"We're still going to celebrate Pumpkin Night, you know," Arnolt says. "Heidi's parents are insisting on it."
"Quite bloody right, as the bloke said when the tax collector got run over. Pumpkin Night's a sodding tradition. You can't chuck it out because of some crazy bitch."
"Brother Hanz has locked himself in his temple. Whenever anyone passes by, he leans out of the window and screams about how we're all doomed."
"Tosspot..." Rissa drains her tankard.
"We'd love to have you three here for Pumpkin Night. But I suppose you'll want to be heading back to Drunsdorf for the celebrations there. Hunsburg can't compete with all those nobles, and banquets, and screaming crowds..."
"Actually, we'd love to stay," you reply.
The constable grins.
"Glad to hear it!"
More drinks arrive, are quaffed, and are replaced only to be quaffed again in the eternal cycle of inebriated merriment. It's after perhaps four or five more drinks that Arnolt's face becomes somber.
"There's one thing I don't understand... Why'd she do it? I mean, I can understand her not liking children. The gods know, I've felt that way often enough. But what made her want to kill them?"
"I doubt we'll ever know," you reply.
His scheme has been ruined, his weapon slain. Her mind, which had proven so susceptible to his, now lies beyond his grasp -- just one of countless myriads flitting through the underworld.
But he will have his revenge. That weapon is lost, but the greater one -- slower but surer -- still remains. Apocolocyntosis Flammea...
He will kill them all.
|Battle is grueling. Perhaps you'll flee into the night instead, and come back with Elyssa. If she immolates the entire pumpkin patch, maybe that'll stop Jack...|
- Normal - 1600 HP, Max Damage 750
- Hard - 2240 HP, Max Damage 750
- Legendary - 3200 HP, Max Damage 750
- Nightmare - 5760 HP, Max Damage 750