Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Rider Raider]

Blizzard awakens from his slumber, shocked at the amount of people in the hall.

[Waterbrick Down]

Well met Boris. May your god's ever favor you with their light upon your Path. A commotion? it is at that. Some who seem to be lovers of diversity, while others deem only themselves and their own ilk to be relevant. A common theme among men and beast is it not? How have you fared recently? Anything of note since we last spoke?

"Aye, it's the same with most new comers. Can't seem to fathom a city such as this with folks from all sorts living peaceably together." The vampire pauses to secure a goblet of wine. "Nay, I can't say much has changed. I took a brief leave of absence for contemplation and fasting, but my time yielded little unraveling of my current path. The skies have not spoke to me in many months now and I wonder if they ever will again." The vampire swirls the wine in his cup contemplatively. "And you? Last I saw you were heading out on another quest, about that time we had the giant storm that blew through."

Vindsvla notices Keliim's solute.

Know you the Northerner?

"Keliim and I have been on a few journeys together, though I must say the hound is new."

[Khorne]

"Thank you! It's always important to keep equipment shiny, otherwise the people I'm trying to help might think I'm a bad guy. They never keep their equipment nice and shiny, you know? Are you a hero too?"

Once the ale had been brought, Eric shoved a pint towards Petaldan and raised his glass. "Bottom's up, young one", the Nord said and drank his beer. Wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, he chuckled at the young Knight's remark. "Bad guys can have shiny weapons as well, at least if they are smart enough to upkeep their equipment. The world isn't as black and white as you might think, unge"

"Anyway, am I a hero? Yes, I have dabbled in the activities of a hero. I've slain many great beasts, such as a Basilisk and the Queen of Sirens. On many occasions, I also got the girl at the end. So ja I am a hero. My name is Eric, from the North. I am a Vindicator of Njordon, King of the Seas. What is your name?"

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran brushes off some more ashes from his clothes and moves to Petaldans table. "Good evening to you young master. Are you well?" Ezeran turns to Eric. "Have we met before?"

Edited August 27, 2016 by MysticModulus

[Khorne]

Ezeran brushes off some more ashes from his clothes and moves to Petaldans table. "Good evening to you young master. Are you well?" Ezeran turns to Eric. "Have we met before?"

Eric sniffed and eyed the newcomer suspiciously. He didn't quite like being interrupted in his conversation. "No, we haven't. Chances are slim I would've remembered, though, ..."

The Nord indicated Ezeran demon belly by pointed and circling his finger at it, "...even with that thing you have there."

[MysticModulus]

Eric sniffed and eyed the newcomer suspiciously. He didn't quite like being interrupted in his conversation. "No, we haven't. Chances are slim I would've remembered, though, ..."

The Nord indicated Ezeran demon belly by pointed and circling his finger at it, "...even with that thing you have there."

Ezeran nods and waves to him to continue their conversation while he sits and listens in.

[Asphalt]

"Aye, it's the same with most new comers. Can't seem to fathom a city such as this with folks from all sorts living peaceably together." The vampire pauses to secure a goblet of wine. "Nay, I can't say much has changed. I took a brief leave of absence for contemplation and fasting, but my time yielded little unraveling of my current path. The skies have not spoke to me in many months now and I wonder if they ever will again." The vampire swirls the wine in his cup contemplatively. "And you? Last I saw you were heading out on another quest, about that time we had the giant storm that blew through."

"Keliim and I have been on a few journeys together, though I must say the hound is new."

Have faith, the gods deem time differently them we. Perhaps you will yet catch their eye. As far as the storm, I had the honor to be involved in its ceasing. A strange tail that. It seems to me now that it took place as much in the heads of those involved as in their hands. A very strange journey it was.

[Waterbrick Down]

"You mean, mind control? Scary stuff that, being forced out of ones own being. Was there really a dragon behind all of that like the rumors said?"

[Asphalt]

No, Not mind control. I did not feel as if anything was being forced into my mind, more I was being drawn into the mind of another. Specifically, the memories of Ikarus, The Father of Dragons, Imortallis. It was he that caused the storms.

[Mencot]

After drinking the mead and giving the rawmeat to his direwolf he goes over and pins a notice on the questboard.

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~ Anyone intrested in taking on the challange of the "Fields of Glory"! ~

~ Keliim the big man with the direwolf is looking for/join a party of heroes. If ye intrested come over to have a chat.~

~ Keliim signs his name for Fields of glory

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Then he returns to the bar and orders an other pair of meads, and while standing at the bar and drinking, he overhear some of the talk nearby, he could not help than to give his input on the automaton discussion.

"Mek-an-ik-ul men come from the stars?" Zannaqim ponders the strange possibilities offered by this strange revelation.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear...you fought automata? In the desert? They wouldn't happen to have looked like this, would they?" The Skirmisher seems rather worried by the thought.

"I while back th're was also a automaton problem h're in Eubric, mech'nical men run by one who call'd himself th' "Eubric Knight". The big man lowers his voice.

"We'd team-up with a airhead'd group call th' Crimson Crown, bunch o' lunitics opposing techn'logy 'nd magic. They want'd us tae figure out who th' Eubric Knight was 'nd stop him 'nd his mech'nical men. "

He drinks from his mead

"We did, find out who he was 'nd why he bugg'd Eubric with mech'nical men. He had a grudge against Heroica... hmm, for some obvious reasons. We stop'd him 'nd destroy his automatons but in th' end he got away."

"So I guess that out th're in th' world, th're is many kinds o' Automatons 'nd different groups behind th'm. 'nd it is a bit of what the makers purpose has been, what the automatons do, right?" Going silent and holding his mug in front of his mouth like going to drink, he continues, "If I rememeber correctly, th're seem'd tae be a big automaton here in th' hall not so long a go, a mech'nical buccaneer or somethin'."

Edited August 29, 2016 by Mencot

[JimBee]

With Lind and the pale elf being unresponsive and the conflict dissipated, Jinnipher sighed disappointingly and turned away.

The Nord then caught eye of Jinnipher the Moon Elf. He couldn't quite remember if he had seen her before or not. She looked alright. More pleasing to the eye than most here. Eric stroked his beard and winked at her, then motioning a kiss her way. Chuckling he continued his way to the bar.

The gesture was not beyond her gaze. She scowled and strode up to the bar where the nord was joined by the small child she had met some time ago. "You, nord. I am not some doll or common whore to please your eyes. I'll show you a thing or two about what happens to people who piss me off. Just ask the dragons who tried to sink what's left of Mercution into the ocean," she bragged, resting her fingertips on the hilt of Beheader.

[Yzalirk]

"Lhkasthiv are smart, but not wise. Many things in Kalma do not like when things look at them. They eat a lot of lost Lhkasthiv. If mek-an-ik-ul men come from the stars...Lhkasthiv like to look at the stars a lot, maybe mek-an-ik-ul men also do not like when things look at them?" It was the closest she could come to an explanation for the beings' behavior, but it seemed to match the behavior of the creatures of Kalma. She twirls her new dagger proudly, approving of the speed with which her new tribe was bringing her newer, stronger foes. Now all that remains, to her eyes, is the actual battle, though she knows better than to rush off in seeking it without the elders' leadership.

"Maybe, I dunno. I think it's something far more... sinister."

At Sorrow's quiet table, the murmurs of desert automata finally reach Arthur's ears. The Skirmisher frowns. "Here," he says, sliding his Ethereal Topaz over to Sorrow. "Thormanil dropped me a Z-Mail a while back, says he'd like to trade me a Grating Stone for it--and if he tries to give you extra Gold, tell him no, he gets the friend price, I insist. Anyway, add the stone to Guts' pile, and this too while you're at it." Arthur counts out a pouch containing 250 gold, hoping the Marauder would arrive before his next departure but not trusting his luck. "I'll be back soon, but just in case. I need to go talk to a man about an automaton."

Arthur stands and approaches the knot of new and relatively new Heroes that had formed around Zannaqim, specifically directing his attention to Addok-zo. He sketches something on a parchment, relying mostly on memory of the day and the night he had fought the specific foes that had come to mind, then shows the drawing to the Ranger:

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear...you fought automata? In the desert? They wouldn't happen to have looked like this, would they?" The Skirmisher seems rather worried by the thought.

Addok-Zo examines the drawing. "There were some that looked similar to that. I mostly remember the ones that looked like people but with alloy skin but they weren't as hostile compared to the thinner and bulkier mechanical-men. The slimmer ones were fast and agile, shot balls of fire at us. The larger ones were slow and tougher, easily crushed other warriors."

OoC: Sorry for the late response, was with family yesterday and I am sore from the tattoo I got a few days ago.

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran leaves the table with a slight nod to look at the note Keliim left. He brushes his chin and heads over to the table where Keliim is sitting.H He nods towards Keliim. The symbiont seemed to disregard the big dire wolf altogether. "I'm interested to join a party to the fields of glory. I have learned a couple of new tricks since last time." The sorcerer smiled as pale red vines slowly grew up round the legs of the table. Small pale flowers was budding and petals with small venomous green skulls was unfurling.

[Mencot]

The big man looks at Sorcerer with the odd thing in his stomach, smiles and says, while he motions at a empty chair,

"Take a seat, Ezeran. I habt heard 'bout ye..."

As he speaks his direwolf barks out, while chewing on the meatpiece,

"Nom,nom woof bark nom (this is the demon stomach)"

Keliim replies back in animalspeech to the wolf, "Aye, I knowst. I habt heard he ist a friendly fellow. Quiet now, Fenrì."

And then he continues to speak to Ezeran

"Forgive mi wolf, he ist a bit.. hmm puzzled by thy thing in ye stomach."

[MysticModulus]

The big man looks at Sorcerer with the odd thing in his stomach, smiles and says, while he motions at a empty chair,

"Take a seat, Ezeran. I habt heard 'bout ye..."

As he speaks his direwolf barks out, while chewing on the meatpiece,

"Nom,nom woof bark nom (this is the demon stomach)"

Keliim replies back in animalspeech to the wolf, "Aye, I knowst. I habt heard he ist a friendly fellow. Quiet now, Fenrì."

And then he continues to speak to Ezeran

"Forgive mi wolf, he ist a bit.. hmm puzzled by thy thing in ye stomach."

Ezeran smiles and takes a seat. "I hope my reputation goes beyond my demonic appearances? The symbiont seems as curious about your wolf. He has no aggressions towards animals, in normal situations anyhow. I'm still fairly new to all this." Ezeran waves around the hall with sweeping gestures. "I'm new to the art of sorcery but somehow I believe it will suit me quiet well... Tell me more about you and your companion. Have you been doing this hero-business for long?"

[Mencot]

The big man drinks half of his mead and replies, "Aye, all good what I heard." Then he drinks the whole mug of mead and pats the direwolf on the back. It seems to have fallen asleep.

"Been a couple of years in Eubric, and hmm maybe four quest all in all, nay much yet. Enjoyin' th' adventure, want tae help people."

He looks on the direwolf and says, "Fenrì h're, I habt had him since he wast a pup. Found him outside o' Eubric or should I say he found me. Observin' 'nd followin' mi around, I gave him some meat one time, he kept comin' back. 'nd one day he just didn't leave at all."

"How 'bout ye, been on many quests?"

Edited August 28, 2016 by Mencot

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran feeds the symbiont pieces of sausages, now and then it lets out a loudly burp. Ezerans eyes casts a warm glance towards the wolf. "He seems to have chosen a wise master. My father had a dog when I was really young, it was both loyal and smart." He turned his gaze back to Keliim. "I've been on four quests. I've seen a lot this past years: plants going on rampages through the city, a close encounter with an alchemist assembly gone amok and a couple of days ago I saw Zylstra burn to the ground. Having realistic expectations of what can be done to help the people of this city seems to be paramount to be able to cope with the long term challenges. And the city sure seems to be brewing with, well some mixture of discontent." Ezeran covertly pointed to the newcomer who had been part of the commotion earlier."It's sad t see courtesy and patience in such short supply... I have been on one short trip to the fields but I want to get back to hone my skills some more. It would be an honour to fight beside you!"

Edited August 28, 2016 by MysticModulus

[KotZ]

Kiray enters the Hall after a long Fields trip. She had some new weapons, and a new class. Seeing the Hall relatively pack surprises her. Most seemed to be faces she had seen before, although the new ones were interesting. She grabs a stiff drink and walks over to the quest board, seeing a new notice for a Fields run.

She eventually finds Keliim and hunkers down. "I just came from the Fields. I'm willing to go back if you want to make a run."

[Flipz]

After drinking the mead and giving the rawmeat to his direwolf he goes over and pins a notice on the questboard.

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~ Anyone intrested in taking on the challange of the "Fields of Glory"! ~

~ Keliim the big man with the direwolf is looking for/join a party of heroes. If ye intrested come over to have a chat.~

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Then he returns to the bar and orders an other pair of meads, and while standing at the bar and drinking, he overhear some of the talk nearby, he could not help than to give his input on the automaton discussion.

"I while back th're was also a automaton problem h're in Eubric, mech'nical men run by one who call'd himself th' "Eubric Knight". The big man lowers his voice.

"We'd team-up with a airhead'd group call th' Crimson Crown, bunch o' lunitics opposing techn'logy 'nd magic. They want'd us tae figure out who th' Eubric Knight was 'nd stop him 'nd his mech'nical men. "

He drinks from his mead

"We did, find out who he was 'nd why he bugg'd Eubric with mech'nical men. He had a grudge against Heroica... hmm, for some obvious reasons. We stop'd him 'nd destroy his automatons but in th' end he got away."

"So I guess that out th're in th' world, th're is many kinds o' Automatons 'nd different groups behind th'm. 'nd it is a bit of what the makers purpose has been, what the automatons do, right?" Going silent and holding his mug in front of his mouth like going to drink, he continues, "If I rememeber correctly, th're seem'd tae be a big automaton here in th' hall not so long a go, a mech'nical buccaneer or somethin'."

"...they sound an awful lot like the Order Imperial. And I'm...rather strongly opposed to them, for obvious reasons." Which reminds me, I really should see about hooking up with the Golden Crusade sometime...if they'd still want me without the "Golden Dragon"... Arthur's face falls slightly at the fresh reminder of his departed daughter, but he shakes it off. "Arthur Ziegfried," he says bowing slightly in introduction to the Barbarian as well as the other less familiar Heroes surrounding him.

"Maybe, I dunno. I think it's something far more... sinister."

Addok-Zo examines the drawing. "There were some that looked similar to that. I mostly remember the ones that looked like people but with alloy skin but they weren't as hostile compared to the thinner and bulkier mechanical-men. The slimmer ones were fast and agile, shot balls of fire at us. The larger ones were slow and tougher, easily crushed other warriors."

OoC: Sorry for the late response, was with family yesterday and I am sore from the tattoo I got a few days ago.

"...damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

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Zannaqim appears alarmed by Arthur's cursing. *It must be a serious matter to provoke such worry from a tribe elder.*

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"...sorry, it's just...these are chimera guards. Creations of the late Lord Blackenord, a rebel in the Dastanian rebellion several years back. I knew several of them were smuggled into Eubric by Grogmas of that year, but I'd hoped the other Heroes and I had destroyed the last of them that night. Apparently, they've managed to spread further than we thought." Arthur frowns. "The other ones sound like Ji Pei tech...likely stolen, neither Jun nor the Tritech scientists like to let their combat-capable models out of their own hands. Alternatively, they might have been stolen from Xu...Monsignore Legonardo is a brilliant inventor, but he's only one person, and I'm sure Xu is still picking up the pieces after the revolution..."

Arthur is interrupted suddenly, as he feels a weight drop into his bag. He looks inside, and flushes deeply. ...I don't think it's nepotism, but...it's probably nepotism. Seems more likely than my luck actually turning around. He considers for a moment, then smiles at the inexperienced Selkreeth who happens to be standing beside him.

"It's your lucky day, Zanna. You could probably use some better gear than that cowl I gave you...and it just so happens I have a new piece to spare." Arthur lends Zanna the Anniversary Medal. "Feel free to hang onto this for a while--I'll want it back some day, but barring a trip to the Fields of Glory I think I'll be sticking to the Hall for a while. You'll make better use for it than I can."

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Zannaqim is once again surprised by Heroican generosity. As she silently accepts the medal, she notices a first-aid kit that has mysteriously appeared at her belt--likely her own prize from the Lottery she had entered.

"I...thank you. The tribe of Heroica is very..." Zanna struggles with her words, ultimately gesturing helplessly when none come. "I feel I must honor this...[[sharing-of-spoils]]," she finally concludes, lapsing into her own language in frustration.

Arthur waves it off.

"Don't worry about it. Just use it well."

Zannaqim nods, but it is clear she is formulating some sort of return gesture in the back of her mind.

"I will." She turns to the Barbarian who had approached her, one whose name she had not yet heard. "Forgive me, mshnav, I do not know your...name, is the Common word? I hear you call for members of the tribe to aid you in battle, yes? I am here." Zannaqim holds her rubbery arms close to her chest, crossing them and bending them backwards upon themselves in the traditional salute of her first tribe. "I am...ah, my 'name' is Zannaqim, new...[[tribesperson]] of the tribe of Heroica." Though the word 'name' is clearly new to her, she seems enormously pleased at having puzzled out its meaning, and doubly so in using it for herself.

[KotZ]

Overhearing Keliim and Arthur chat about autmata, she decides to join in. "Sorry if I'm being rude, but you were talking about automata? I controlled one. Sort of. Back out in Dastan."

[Endgame]

Jinnipher grinned. "That's a boy, Terry. Here, have another." She took a swig from her flask before passing it to the mage. "A little bit of both. Probably many princesses, I just saved the whole city. I'm guessing you've just been here. You're too young to be wasting away at the tavern."

"I've done stuff! Like, *hic*, visit home and such... And for once, Pa didn't seem too down on me. Well, he's not always down, but he seemed, *hic*, satisfied."

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Sorrow accepts the item from Arthur.

"The Wolfgang are still up to no good, I imagine, they've just moved on from petty theft to grand larceny, if you know what I mean... Stay safe."

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran greets Kiray with a nod. "We were just adressing the issue of the fields. I'm eager to hone my new skills and fight with you if you want to." The symbiont had fallen asleep again its acidic saliva quietly sizzling as it left burn marks on the table.

[Mencot]

Ezeran feeds the symbiont pieces of sausages, now and then it lets out a loudly burp. Ezerans eyes casts a warm glance towards the wolf. "He seems to have chosen a wise master. My father had a dog when I was really young, it was both loyal and smart." He turned his gaze back to Keliim. "I've been on four quests. I've seen a lot this past years: plants going on rampages through the city, a close encounter with an alchemist assembly gone amok and a couple of days ago I saw Zylstra burn to the ground. Having realistic expectations of what can be done to help the people of this city seems to be paramount to be able to cope with the long term challenges. And the city sure seems to be brewing with, well some mixture of discontent." Ezeran covertly pointed to the newcomer who had been part of the commotion earlier."It's sad t see courtesy and patience in such short supply... I have been on one short trip to the fields but I want to get back to hone my skills some more. It would be an honour to fight beside you!"

"Aye" Keliim pats the wolf again. "I had a direwolf, when I wast young. It was given tae mi when I was two years old, as our tradition with all children gets one. Fenrì reminds mi o' th' one I had."

The big man looks around the hall and closes in on Ezeran and whispers, "Th's hall has change, in th' couple years I habt been around... as has Eurbic." He leans back in his chair and speaks normaly and drinks from the fourth mug on the table. "I am goin' tae help makin' th's place better, hopefuly it still has some hope left."

"But back tae th' fields, aye it will be a ecual honor."

Their discussion is interupted by a woman in armor.

She eventually finds Keliim and hunkers down. "I just came from the Fields. I'm willing to go back if you want to make a run."

He looks at the female and also motions her to take on off the empty chairs.

"Welcome, I be Keliim. Th' sorcerer be Ezeran. Take a seat also, so ye been tae th' fields. We wh're just discussin th't with Ezeran h'te.

"...they sound an awful lot like the Order Imperial. And I'm...rather strongly opposed to them, for obvious reasons." Which reminds me, I really should see about hooking up with the Golden Crusade sometime...if they'd still want me without the "Golden Dragon"... Arthur's face falls slightly at the fresh reminder of his departed daughter, but he shakes it off. "Arthur Ziegfried," he says bowing slightly in introduction to the Barbarian as well as the other less familiar Heroes surrounding him.

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"I will." She turns to the Barbarian who had approached her, one whose name she had not yet heard. "Forgive me, mshnav, I do not know your...name, is the Common word? I hear you call for members of the tribe to aid you in battle, yes? I am here." Zannaqim holds her rubbery arms close to her chest, crossing them and bending them backwards upon themselves in the traditional salute of her first tribe. "I am...ah, my 'name' is Zannaqim, new...[[tribesperson]] of the tribe of Heroica." Though the word 'name' is clearly new to her, she seems enormously pleased at having puzzled out its meaning, and doubly so in using it for herself.

Keliim nods at both Arthur and Zanna and asks them to sit down.

"I go by th' name o' Keliim, Keliim th' Warrior."

Keliim twitches his eye when Arthur mentions the order imperial. "Th' order, not th't I knowst much 'bout them but I fought a few o'f them onceThe big man tell them the story about when they search for a present for Doc Daneeka and how they had run into the order in the sewers. Kill'd their commander." He shows the Order imperial long sword to the heros at the table. "Took th's from him wh'n he fell, nay a great sword but have had it with me ever since."

Overhearing Keliim and Arthur chat about autmata, she decides to join in. "Sorry if I'm being rude, but you were talking about automata? I controlled one. Sort of. Back out in Dastan."

"Nay at all. Aye we wh're sharing different experiences withst automatons 'nd how different they act, seemingly who they belong tae. Didst ye own one or just controll it?"

Ezeran greets Kiray with a nod. "We were just adressing the issue of the fields. I'm eager to hone my new skills and fight with you if you want to." The symbiont had fallen asleep again its acidic saliva quietly sizzling as it left burn marks on the table.

"It seems we habt atleast 4 intrested tae hit th' fields of glory."

Fields of glory sign up list (so far)

Keliim

Ezeran

Kiray

Zanna

Edited August 28, 2016 by Mencot

[Siercon and Coral]

"Ah, that seems like a fine party. I'd love to join up and venture into the fields again! Sadly my last venture there was cut short."

Siercon said.

Siercon signs up for the fields of glory

Edited August 28, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[MysticModulus]

"I haven't encountered these kind of automata that you speak of... These sure are troubled times..." Ezeran signs up for the fields of glory

Edited August 28, 2016 by MysticModulus