Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Jebediahs]

Baradock was startled at the appearance of the shady man who almost seemed to have manifest out of thin air. He suspiciously squinted his eyes, attempting to discern his facial features but were concealed under the shadow of his lid.

He began reconsidering offering to this dusky individual, but alas, he unfolded the palm of his hand. Awaiting the coin.

Nur hands over the gold. "This concludes our business then. The transaction has gone so smoothly I will add you to my mental list of associates I reserve special items for...should I feel you can afford them. The current list houses two, aside from you."

[CMP]

The seasoned orc returned to the Hall in the small hours of the morning, tearing one of the Quest notices off the board and replacing it.

"These'll do."

Chosen heroes for Quest #89: Reclaiming Glory

Dyric Rone, Level 22.33 Assassin (The Legonator)

Alexis Fenral, Level 35.5 Harlot (Masked Builder)

Alexandre le Chevalier, Level 23.33 Black Knight (Capt JohnPaul)

Guts Holla, Level 28.33 Raider (Scubacarrot) *Party Leader*

Haldor Skovgaard, Level 29 Shaman (Scorpiox)

Thormanil Nihai, Level 30.5 Dragoon (swils)

Be behind the harbormaster's office at least ten minutes before noon. We set sail for Baltarok then.

Edited December 1, 2013 by CallMePie

[The Legonater]

Greetings, Johan. I'm Dyric Rone, Assassin of the - Dyric's name is echoed by the Orc by the quest board. Blast it. I'm afraid we'll have to speak later.

[Scubacarrot]

Oh yes, the ship.During the quest I had forgotten we have that. Is it in good repair? Should we find a captain for it? Nerwen pauses, looking at Guts' serious face,

sorry. What do you want to suggest?

"I have repaired and altered the ship. I can sail it. What I am suggesting is we rename it." The raider shrugged. "My name's Guts. I'm not that good with names..."

The raider looked at the questing board, and with a wry smile, turned back to Nerwen. "Every time... Think about it, at least."

[Flare]

Benji grins at Nerwen as he takes the meat and hands over the handcannon to her. He starts to consume it and alrrady feels healthier. He sees a man who was just with Guts, and decides to introduce himself.

"Hello there, my name is Carvenhall. Benji Carvenhall. At your service."

[Cryos]

Baradock casually nods as the strange man walked away. He began attempting to tally up his gold, but he wasn't very good with numbers. 'Carry the one, subtract the...vowel?' He started making two piles though It wasn't long before another man approached him;

"Hello there, my name is Carvenhall. Benji Carvenhall. At your service."

He looks up at the person behind the voice, a man about his age wearing a husk of an animal as a hat. "Baradock." He replied thickly accented.

He averted his eyes back to his gold and went back to frustratedly fiddling with his coins. Before dropping them all into the largest pile in obvious irritation.

Baradock raised his eyebrows realizing his newfound acquaintance was still there.

"I was never good at arithmi- arithimumu..." He quit attempting to pronounce that monster of a word and gestured to his pile of coin, "...Mind lending a hand?" He uttered, lowly.

Edited December 1, 2013 by Cryos

[Flare]

"Hello Baradock... yes... sure..." Benji sits down by the man and helps him count his gold coins.

[JimBee]

"Too long, as I feel I say just about every time the two of us meet. How are you, my shortest friend? Keeping mind and blade sharp, I'm sure! When was it that I last saw you? Before the Foundation Day Ball, or since then?"

"Blade, more than ever, hehehe." Hybros drew the Sword of Ancestral Hatred a little, letting the dark, crimson-tinted metal reflect the light of the torches lining the walls of the saloon before sliding it back into its sheath. "I am not sure, things pass by so quickly these days, eheh. But since then I believe I have visited the manor of a great and powerful man in this city, and an old... friend," He said with a toothy smile. "He reminds me of you a little, hehe... And I have uncovered and smothered another plot to take over Eubric. There never seems to be any... shortage of those, does there? Ehehm, and I returned from a farmer's fields, not too long ago. And much has been accomplished since then, hehe..." He shifted his eyes. "And where has the world taken you since we last met?"

[Chromeknight]

"I have repaired and altered the ship. I can sail it. What I am suggesting is we rename it." The raider shrugged. "My name's Guts. I'm not that good with names..."

The raider looked at the questing board, and with a wry smile, turned back to Nerwen. "Every time... Think about it, at least."

Nerwen hears Guts name read for the quest. She touches his cheek lightly.

It will happen someday.

She smiles warmly, almost shyly.

Then straightens.

As for the ship, you say she can be sailed one handed? If you do not mind an elvish name then perhaps Sulie Cam'wethrin the Wind Thief.

[Scubacarrot]

The raider picks up his pack, and swings it over his shoulder. "I like it. We'll talk soon."

With that, the raider walks off, out the doors of the hall.

Edited December 1, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Cryos]

"Hello Baradock... yes... sure..." Benji sits down by the man and helps him count his gold coins.

They sat adding up the coins in silence, only the sounds of gold hitting gold and the ambient sound of the hall filling the table.

Feeling the conversation go dead Baradock comment's on the only thing he could think of at the moment, his dialect drawling.

"Your helmet is..." He struggled to find the word, "Peculiar? What is its story?"

Edited December 1, 2013 by Cryos

[Flare]

Benji starts to sweat, and doesn't answer at first. An internal debate was roaring away, whether or not he should tell this stranger about his life problems.

"It's. .. it's nothing in particular..." Benji said gruffly, and finished up the counting of the money.

[Scorpiox]

Haldor spies a burly orc posting the names of the chosen heroes for his quest, and on investigation he realises that he has indeed been selected. Hastily, he scribbes a not on a piece of paper and pins it roughly to the table, hoping that Jess will find it.

Jess,

I am going on a quest to Baltarok and will be away for long time. I hope you also going on a quest there and we can meet.

Love, Haldor

Confident that his writing made enough sense, Haldor left the hall after the rest of his party.

[Cryos]

Benji starts to sweat, and doesn't answer at first. An internal debate was roaring away, whether or not he should tell this stranger about his life problems.

"It's. .. it's nothing in particular..." Benji said gruffly, and finished up the counting of the money.

"Hmm," He says disembodied, not noticing Benji's despondency at the question. His eyes instead focused on the fingers he used to keep track of counting.

"Three hundred and...seventy gold pieces..." His eyes widen, "Three hundred and seventy?" He carefully but quickly begins to slide the coins into a small brown pouch at the edge of the table.

Standing now, he slung his satchel over his back and patted the pouch into his pocket. He was about to take off to the marketplace when he remembered to thank his aide.

"Thankyou for the hand, Carvenhall. I'll remember this when I begin spending like a king at the marketplace." He said it in a way to be a joke but with a combination of his thick accent and a general bad sense of humour it came off rather dry.

But on that note he was off. Mumbling something under his breath as he went. "Arith-Arithimuh-Ticaramith, no...Arithmuhh..."

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen watched Guts leave. Thoughtful as her eyes tracked him out the door she then went to the bar, sliding in beside the portly paladin Boomingham and a short figure on the other side, a hero whom she had not yet met.

[Flare]

"Hmm," He says disembodied, not noticing Benji's despondency at the question. His eyes instead focused on the fingers he used to keep track of counting.

"Three hundred and...seventy gold pieces..." His eyes widen, "Three hundred and seventy?" He carefully but quickly begins to slide the coins into a small brown pouch at the edge of the table.

Standing now, he slung his satchel over his back and patted the pouch into his pocket. He was about to take off to the marketplace when he remembered to thank his aide.

"Thankyou for the hand, Carvenhall. I'll remember this when I begin spending like a king at the marketplace." He said it in a way to be a joke but with a combination of his thick accent and a general bad sense of humour it came off rather dry.

But on that note he was off. Mumbling something under his breath as he went. "Arith-Arithimuh-Ticaramith, no...Arithmuhh..."

"Hmm yes, enjoy your... spending..."

Baradock leaves, and Benji sits alone. Bored, he starts to count his arrows.... he had a lot...

[Capt.JohnPaul]

"Aye, let us go with haste." Alexandre walks out of the Hall.

[Flare]

While waiting to see who would be accepted into the other two quests to Baltarok, he posts a small sale ad, hoping to snag a customer before his possible departure.

FOR SALE:

Kusarigama (WP:10, whip) - Only 55 gold !

He also signs up for Quest #90, in case he had forgotten to previously, and then leaves for a walk to the Marketplace.

Edited December 1, 2013 by Flare

[UsernameMDM]

"And what of you two? Searched any warehouses of late? Where are you off to? And in all honesty, Hoke, while I'd love to go out again, I think I need a drink or two to smarten me back up before I get worn too thin."

"Good to see you are well. I understand about the need or a rest. A group and I had quite a long outing in the Fields of Glory. We managed to defeat the Kraken and Crystal Titan. It was quite an adventure."

"Ah, Mr. Ablesword, good to see you under nicer circumstances."

"As you my friend. Are you signed up for any of the new quests?"

[Flare]

Benji returns to hall and orders a drink. He sees Alexis and pats her on the back. "Good luck on your quest."

[Bricksandparts]

Johon makes sure he is signed up for quest 88 and 90, hoping to get on at least one of the two. He then walks over to Baradock, deciding to start conversation.

"You signed up for any of the quests?" Johon asks, then shaking hands with Baradock. "Name's Johon. What's yours?"

Edited December 1, 2013 by Bricksandparts

[Flare]

Johon makes sure he is signed up for quest 88 and 89, hoping to get on at least one of the two. He then walks over to Baradock, deciding to start conversation.

"You signed up for any of the quests?" Johon asks, then shaking hands with Baradock. "Name's Johon. What's yours?"

OOC: I think you meant Quest 90 not 89, as 89 has already started...?

[Bricksandparts]

OoC: oops yeah. Fixed.

[Flipz]

Arthur and De'kra spoke for hours, the latter regaling him with tales of victory and loss, heroism and villainy, unity, duty, and destiny. The tale could not last forever, though, and at length it finally concluded. "And that's it?" Arthur shook his head sadly. "It seems like it should have gone on." Noting the darkening sky, Arthur stands up. "Night is falling. We should return to the Hall--we can speak more there."

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As the Sorcerer and Mystic Knight re-entered the Hall, Arthur spotted a number of things: first, a group of Heroes packing their things in preparation for a Quest. Baltarok, no doubt, as Dyric mentioned. I do not envy those poor souls. Second, a powerfully-built Hunter he knew well, a look of waiting upon his face. Sorry, Xander. I'll get to our business in a moment--I have a slightly more pressing deal to conclude... Thirdly...a sword, sticking haphazardly out of a satchel, attached to an unfamiliar but somewhat recognizable face. Is that...? I think it must be. Thankfully Haldor appears to be busy, I'm not in the mood for another fight. Let's just get this done, and quickly.

Arthur walks over to Jess. "Excuse me, miss, I couldn't help but notice that beautiful sword you're carrying. Would you be willing to part with it for 170 gold?" Arthur proffers 170 gold to Jess for the Sword of the Vampir.

[Tanma]

OOC: Sorry, missed your post

Edited December 1, 2013 by Tanma