Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[TheBoyWonder]

"Does anyone want to do a fields run?"

[Scorpiox]

Jess smiled at Haldor as she reached out to him.

Lifting his chin up to look into his eyes, Jess said "Calm down, Haldor. You're perfectly fine. I'll answer your questions."

Jess leaned back into her seat and contemplated a moment.

"My favorite color is green; tree green. Stereotypical answer for an elf, I know. I like the thundering beat of a drum. I like swordplay and getting the best of my opponents. I like things that are intelligent, such as a clever book or a cunning trap. I like -scratch that- love gold; that I'm sure you know. And finally, I like a good challenge. I like the feeling of victory after conquering an enemy or completing a difficult task."

Jess took a sip of her newly-brought ale, then thought another moment.

"I dislike enclosed spaces. I need room to run if I have to escape. So no dates to any caves. I dislike the hustle and bustle of the marketplace. I know it's necessary, but I do not enjoy my visits there. Hm... Cold rain. I do not like cold rain; snow is another matter, however. I'll admit, my youth shows through when it snows."

Jess grinned at the thought of snow. Her memories reached back to her youth, to snowball fights and building forts with... And then Jess's face darkened. She reached for her ale to hide it.

"Any more questions?"

He laughed.

"I think that's everything, for now. You know how to put things, Jess, I like it."

Haldor reached instinctively for his drink, but put it down again before he had put it to his lips. He didn't feel all that much like drinking just then.

"I disagree 'bout the snow, though. Snow's nothing special, it gets everywhere, it's cold, you can't eat it... it reminds me of home, means anger and getting hit if you look at some bloke the wrong way. Hostile... that's what snow is. Rain's cold, sure, and it makes you crap and miserable, but it can't hurt, not like snow can."

He leaned back in his chair.

"You know what, Jess? I'd like to go on a quest with you. Save the world again, though this time we can do it together and nobody'll get left behind. That sound like a plan to you?"

[Tanma]

IC; De'kra's mind was drifting, dipping in and out of the void. It had been terrifying enough when he thought it was a cruel afterlife, but now, now that he understood. How had he been so foolhardy? How could he have risked himself o often? Selfishness, utter selfishness, even if he hadn't remembered. He had remembered nough.

As he shuddered again, his mind locked on Arthur. He...he had a long life in front of him didn't he? He was a scholar. He...he...maybe this was the way to fulfill the plan.

Taking up the journal in trembling hands, De'kra wrote.

Arthur, Nuparu, Vakama, I am sorry. Sorry I was gone so long, sorry I didn't realize, so sorry. If I had remembered, if I hadn't forgotten, if I was smarter I...everyone is going to die because of my stupid memory. Everyone in my world, and all its brothers. All of them. It is too late. And soon I will be completely dead, and be gone forever.

But, maybe I can give one last hope. I have no right to ask this of you, but...I am going to give you a story. The story. All the known history of my world, and it's brothers. If you please, publish it one day. Call it fiction or whatever it takes, just let it not fade completely into oblivion. Can you do this?

[Sisco]

"You know what, Jess? I'd like to go on a quest with you. Save the world again, though this time we can do it together and nobody'll get left behind. That sound like a plan to you?"

Jess smiled and leaned across the table, taking Haldor's hands into her own.

"Let's do it."

[Flare]

"Does anyone want to do a fields run?"

"Well hi there. I'd like to form a party to the fields as well, if I am not accepted into one of the quests to Baltarok."

[TheBoyWonder]

Romulus signs up for Quests 88, 89 and 90.

[Sandy]

After making her way back to Eubric from Brobric, Ellaria walks to the hall and looks for another quest to spend her time.

"Oh, these ones seem to be closing in just a few days!" she exclaims, and quickly writes her name to Quests #90 and #91.

[Kintobor]

Current Sign Ups for Quest 91:

Eric Tryvar, level 19 Shaman (Myrrdyn)

Purpearl Berthadhiell, level 3 Mage (Purpearljellyblob)

Althior Emorith, Level 36 Necromancer (K-Nut

Alexis Fenral, Level 35.5 Harlot (Masked Builder)

Matthais, Level 1 Ranger (nstickney)

Drake Flamerobe, Level 11.5 Knight (xxlrocka)

De'kra, Level 21 Sorcerer (Tanma)

Ellaria Arbour, Level 25.5 Druid (Sandy)

[Cryos]

Baradock's hand rested on the doors to the hall. With a sigh he pushed them open. But instead of the doors creaking with strain they swung with a high-pitched chirr.

He sported a bloodied cloth wrapped around his arm and a club slung around his back. He avoided eye contact with anyone as he glided to an empty table. He hefted his bag onto the table, emptying out most of his contents onto it.

He also came upon a slate. Why'd he bring this along? He dusted it off, suddenly remembering that it was a Konatarian game. Quicker now, he began setting up. The pieces embedded in slots in the back of the board, and within the next minute the board-game was assembled.

Baradock hunched over the table, beginning to strategize against himself. A withdrawn expression on his face with a hint of enjoyment. Sliding the pawns back and forth.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Cryos

[Flipz]

In a darkened corner of the Hall, a Mystic Knight lurks shadily, the habits and demeanor of a Rogue never truly having left him. Though none could see his face, if they could the deep scowl might have been mistaken for that of the Raider Guts, had the latter not already been present in the Hall. A brief flash of an eye appears as Arthur glances at the Quest board--but even as he looks he knows he will not be approaching it anytime soon. He allows himself to scan the Hall, spotting new and old faces, some of which he knew, some of which he recognized, none of which he had any desire to talk to. No, they'll just have bad news for me, too.

The keener-eyed might notice a distinctly disheveled appearance, a wind-tattered hat and cloak, and a different shade of crimson livery beneath the man's armor compared to his usual appearance. They'd also see the murderous, hate-filled glare peering out from beneath unruly brown bangs and a ruined wizard's cap and know better than to keep staring. The man returns his attention to an inky black orb between his hands, rolling the odd device back and forth absently as he lets his focus soften.

A buzzing in his pocket--not a physical buzz, nor an audible one, but a resonant vibration in the magical field. A diary. Arthur pulls it out and slides it to the end of the table, where the intricate scrollwork pressed into the leather cover began to pulse softly with a silvery shine. He knew which one it was, of course. Only one friend still spoke to him this way, only one who knew him both as Hero and villain and chose to stay with him when he was the latter. De'kra was a smart being--he would see the journal and make his own way over. And if he didn't--well, there was always tomorrow. "Little guy needs better friends than me anyway," the Mystic Knight mutters moodily.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra clutched Kapura, letting the fire blade burn. The fire washed over his hands, scourching into him in primal heat. It condensed him like glass, his skin bubbling.

"If only I had ice," he muttered, before spotting a familiar blue cap. It was weathered, it's stars faded, but it was familiar. And the face below it, bitter, but one of a kind.

"Arthur," De'kra asked, "I...it has been long time. How has Olegaia been to you?"

[Scorpiox]

Jess smiled and leaned across the table, taking Haldor's hands into her own.

"Let's do it."

Haldor returned the smile and held it for some minutes, saying nothing. After a while he stood up and gestured for Jess to follow him.

"Come on, Jess, let's see what's going down. What about this?" He pointed to an entry. "Guts mentioned something about Baltarok earlier, you'd be interested in that? I've always wanted to go to Baltarok, some place that ain't even a far cry from here or back home. Meet some new folks, help them out, the like. There's three trips off there in the next couple of days, we'd best sign for all of them to be safe."

Haldor writes his name on the lists for Quests #88, #89 and #90, waiting for Jess to do the same.

"And while we're up, perhaps I could pay a trip by the marketplace - I've got some stuff to sort out. You can come with me if you like."

[Flipz]

"Poor," the Mystic Knight replies, reaching into a pocket. "Save a town..." He throws down a slightly wrinkled envelope with official-looking lettering on it. A hastily-scribbled 'I'm sorry' was scrawled across the flap. "...get fired. I hate these stupid time warps. Makes me wonder why I came back to Heroica in the first place..." He looks out the window wistfully and sighs. "Not that it matters. Life goes on. What about you? Save any more dragons while I was away?"

[UsernameMDM]

Haldor writes his name on the lists for Quests #88, #89 and #90, waiting for Jess to do the same.

"And while we're up, perhaps I could pay a trip by the marketplace - I've got some stuff to sort out. You can come with me if you like."

"Ahem. Would you care to conclude our transaction first?" Hoke asks with a raised eyebrow.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra sat down. "I...no I have not. I have not seen dragons since Dastan. I...it has been far too long since I saw you last brother. I..."

He paused before asking, "Um, do you...are you still interested in my world? I...I think I'm ready to tell you everything. If...if you still care. It is long tale, little disjointed. But it need to be told in special order, not linear. It...it is about discovery, the answers can't be told, they have to be learned with the people inside the tale. Is...is that okay?"

[Flipz]

"I--yes, I think I am, Brother. Come, let's go to the hills on the outskirts of town--I have a brief stop to make, and then I'll meet you there." Gathering his gear, Arthur leaves the Hall, in the direction of the Marketplace.

[Zepher]

Boomingham walks down the streets of Eubric, having smacked his horse on it's big behind and watching it gallop away. He assumed the elves bred them to return, and if not, they had just lost a horse.

His wandering takes him into the hovels, and he takes out his Tome of Affluence and begins to jot down his newest thoughts about uniting a people, elves, and second chances. The notes in the book were good, sure, but he had more to add. He understood power and influence and how to make the right choice in a tough spot. Barty burst to life beside him.

"Who in Olegia do you think is going to read all that drivel when they have the holy books of Ennoc?" asks the little angel.

"I'm hoping to leave it to Nyx. Just in case anything ever happens to me. I need someone to have something of mine, and most everything else I own crumbled years ago. It's called a legacy."

"Humph, poor girl would be better off without it." The angel suddenly bursts out of existence again. "We've got company."

Two men stand before Boomingham as he lowers the book to his side.

"Well howdy there! Boomingham, ain't it? We've met before. The name's Everyman!"

"Who's your acquaintance?" asks Boomingham, but the third man just shrugs.

"Doesn't matter much. I was only stopping in town briefly, hoped to see if an old friend was still alive. Seems she's not around. So, on with life."

Boomingham laughs. "Isn't that the way with it."

"It seems to be," says the stranger. "But we keep on going. It's all just fun and games, anyway. Might as well enjoy it while we can."

"Onwards and upwards," mumbles Boomingham, but he's smiling as the stranger and Everyman disappear.

"We've still got more to do, don't we Boomingham."

"Oh yes we do, my little friend. Much more to do."

A few minutes later, Boomingham bursts into the hall loudly once more, walks up to the bar, and orders himself a drink. He's in high spirits once more.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Zepher

[Wedge09]

After the Market, Alexander finally reach the Heroica Hall. After entering, he reach the Quest Board and stick on it an announcement

For Sale

Delfrin Crossbow (WP: 5)

Giant Club (WP: 8)

Standard-Issue Saber (WP: 5; longsword)

Mopag Spear (WP: 6; spear)

Duplovian Helmets of the Guard (SP: 2, Immune to Magic and Healing)

Then he search for open Quest: he signup for Quest 88, 89, 90.

After signup for the quest, Alexander reaches the bar and takes a dring; he observe the Hall, seeing some new and old heroes but he doesn't see Thalion or other friends.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra followed after Arthur, letting Kapura keep him solid.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Tanma

[Cryos]

Baradock slammed a game piece at the opposite end of the board. Before slumping back in his chair, mentally exhausted from winning the match with himself.

An actual opponent would be the next best thing. He sat there for a while, his thoughts of home. The brighter ones, the ones where he performed at pubs, the ones of his youth. A melachony smile creeping along his face.

He backed out of his chair, strutting towards the bar. Leaving his game and inventory unattended. He motioned for one drink before leaning on the counter next to an older man, who seemed extremely jubilant.

He raised an apparent eyebrow at him wondering what had him in such high spirits.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Cryos

[Scubacarrot]

The raider, on his way back from getting a fresh drink, let his eye fell onto a boardgame someone left on the table. It looked like one of the parlour games that he had played back home. Slightly different, but similair enough. Guts put the bottle down, and sat down, rearranging the pieces to their starting positions. Perhaps the one that had left the game there would play a game with him...

[Cryos]

Baradock averted his eyes once the bartender rested a mug of ale onto the counter. He sipped the suds off the top before making his way back to his table.

His eyes widen once he see's he has some company. Maneuvering through the hall and parks on the opposite side of the board. Setting down his drink.

A wry smile comes across his face as he realizes his opponent set up the game incorrectly. He nimbly arranges the pieces into their actual starting spots.

He gestured to a phrase written on the board, 'Property of Baradock Segul Cannari'. Before out stretching his hand.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Cryos

[Scubacarrot]

I'm not actually going to play checkers through text, it's gonna take weeks to finish a game.

The raider takes the hand of his opponent, a dark skinned man with a sensible haircut.

"Guts. Guts Holla. Hm. This game... In Strivvi we place the pieces on the red spots. There were also dice involved." The raider casually moves one of his pieces a space up.

Edited November 29, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Cryos]

OoC: I was just trying to introduce more RP stuff into the hall instead of just drinking ale. Didn't realize how absolutely long it would take.

Baradock raised a curious eyebrow at the mention of Strivvi. Displaying an evident interest on the subject, he had never heard of such a place.

He slid a piece up diagonally attempting to counter his opponents move before reaching for his glass.

[Scubacarrot]

The raider moved one of his pieces on the other side of the board. "You... don't talk much do you... Or at all?"