You unlocked your first (and now your second) achievement.

You beat the Tutor in the tutorial. Congratulations!

You're getting good at that fire thing. You've made 10 fire matches!

You're getting good at that water thing. You've made 10 water matches!

You're getting good at that earth thing. You've made 10 earth matches!

You're getting good at that air thing. You've made 10 air matches!

Should you be dabbling in that type of magic? You've made 10 void matches!

You've achieved 10 achievements. What an achievement!

Congratulations! You learned how to make something.

Discovered your first bestiary card. Gotta get them all!

You hired an archer.

Congratulations! You've gained novice proficiency with earth.

Dark magic isn't for novices, so be careful!

Congratulations! You've gained novice proficiency with water.

Congratulations! You've gained novice proficiency with air.

Congratulations! You've gained novice proficiency with fire.

You beat the Godgantupine. Congratulations!

This is the house that you built.

Hired a scout from your citizens.

It's okay that you lost. It's not like the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

Let's just take a peek at those thoughts.

You've definitely perked that smithy up.

You beat Thargorina. Congratulations!

You've achieved 25 achievements. What an achievement!

You finally have some buying power. You've spent 5000 triads.

You've made it pretty far down the journey on the path of earth.

Avoid the Void! You don't want to keep going down this path.

You've made it pretty far down the journey on the path of fire.

You've made it pretty far down the journey on the path of water.

You got yourself a stoner, man.

You've made it pretty far down the journey on the path of air.

You hired some archers, and they're very into pin cushions.

Things are starting to look nice around here.

This losing thing, it's getting to be a habit!

You hired a healer from your people.

Congratulations! You learned to make a few things.

Masters of the Universe? Nope, just of earth.

You're now a master of the dark arts. Stupifexpelierminous!

Hired a bunch of scouts from your citizens and sent them to the battlefield.

Explosions never felt this good.

Masters of the Universe? Nope, just of water.

Masters of the Universe? Nope, just of fire.

Masters of the Universe? Nope, just of air.

You defeated the Obliterator, a servant of the Void. Congratulations!

Corrupted, schmorrupted. You'll break any runes you can find.

You hired a bunch of stoners, and the rocks rained down.

If you can't say something nice, say nothing at all. (You lost again.)

You must be psychic!

You're starting a rather nice collection there.

You beat the Wizard whose face is strangely familiar. Congratulations!

You've just crossed beyond the Threshold of greatness by beating 20 levels!

You've achieved 50 achievements. What an achievement!

You hired some healers to keep things healthy.

You hired not just any archer, but an elite archer!

The gobbo horde has been contained.

You beat the Elemental Lord, something the Alchemists claimed they did. Congratulations!

Buy, baby, buy! You've spnt 50,000 triads.

Digging up triads is your forte. You have collected 1000 triad runes on your board.

Hired a druid from your citizens

Avoid the Void. That's definitely a new saying.

It's only money, right? You've spent 100,000 triads.

Who doesn't like fighting the undead?

Holy fluffy bunnies - you got yourself a lot of druids.

Save those triads for a rainy day. You'll need them.

Good job in destroying the d'orcs!

Whoaaaah. That's a heaaaavy rock.

Fighting eyeballs? At first you were the pupil, but now you are the master.

You beat that rolling eyeball known as the Glaring Glancer. Congratulations!

Nothing stays frozen around you, you ice breaker!

Hired a lead scout from your citizens, and watch him scurry around the field.

This is getting to be a rather splendid place.

Wow. You might have to uninstall before your darkness eats your computer.

Savant, now that's a nifty word, and you totally deserve it in all matters regarding Fire.

Wow, you sure do know how to make a lot of things!

Savant, now that's a nifty word, and you totally deserve it in all matters regarding Earth.

Excellent work in dispersing the crazed dragonets.

Savant, now that's a nifty word, and you totally deserve it in all matters regarding Air.

Savant, now that's a nifty word, and you totally deserve it in all matters regarding Water.

You beat Bizarre Bones. Congratulations!

You've healed your tower.

Your citizens know you spy on them with care.

Heals for everyone! You've hired a high priest.

Back to nature! You hired an archdruid.

You beat the Cubicle. Congratulations!

You are a master of metal, indeed. You know all the blacksmithing recipes.

Beasts! Gobbos! D'orcs! Oh my!

The gargantupine threat has been contained.

You beat the Obliterati. Congratulations!

Your explosions are so big that they can probably be seen from space.

You beat General Mabelrode and saved the world. Congratulations!

Horrid creatures! All romels need to be destroyed.

No finer place to craft has ever been built.

A triad saved is a triad earned.

Power to the people! Well, at least they can vote on it.

So many runes, so little time. You've truly mastered the the manipulation of runes.

Your city is looking mighty snazzy!

Magic permeates the very fiber of your town.

How did you manage to lose to the Tutor? That's impossible!

What kind of horrible beings would corrupt slemors?

You did a good thing in destroying these poor, corrupted creatures.

Excellent work defending the towers. Here's a lousy award for it.

Who knew towers needed so much healing?

That wasn't so bad, was it? Good job defending the towers.

You've achieved 100 achievements. What an achievement!

You need to go swim in your triads today.

You don't need anyone else to heal you. You have used 1000 health runes.

Gold flags for every tower? Maybe YOU should be the king!

Peace and love to all who live in your town. Oh, and a few human sacrifices.

If anyone needs a tower healed, they should come to you, the Master Healer.

Strange creatures? Cute but no cigar!

You're such a savant that there are no more words to describe your awesomeness.

This is madness! No, this is ReignMaker!

We shall mourn these good turtooms.

I choose you and your little dog, too! You've collected 40 bestiary scrolls.

Bombs are your specialty.

We bow to you, the Master of the Tower.