Heroica RPG- Quest #117: The Tale of The Caustic Collection

[Duvors]

Here Lies Billy Bob.

"Trampled by horses"

RIP

He laughed and grinned widely as he finished his epitaph.

Throlar smashed the headstone to peaces and tore another ​peace from the wall, using his pickaxe.

Then he carved the following words on that;

Paladin Dameon Rollinger.

Not that anyone cares or anything.

"Now, I am going, after you gentlemen."

The way he bowed and gestured for them to proceed him was incredibly sarcastic.

[Cutcobra]

Throlar smashed the headstone to peaces and tore another ​peace from the wall, using his pickaxe.

Then he carved the following words on that;

Paladin Dameon Rollinger.

Not that anyone cares or anything.

Heckz walked up to the new headstone and started drawing a smiley face with his scythe.

"Now, I am going, after you gentlemen."

The way he bowed and gestured for them to proceed him was incredibly sarcastic.

"Finally, showing some manners to your party leader."

Said Heckz as he kept on leading the party towards Eubric.

[Duvors]

"That scythe of your's isn't actually sharp enough to... nevermind."

Throlar wondered if Heckz was actually unaware that his remark was sarcastic, but he decided against it, nobody could be that stupid.

[Kintobor]

The party, having "disposed" of Rollinger's body, leave for the road as the midday sun hovers over them. The cold crisp road seems all to familiar, and despite the death of Rollinger, the party seemed to care little for what lay ahead. At last, the Weeping Inn lay ahead of them, and as they opened the door, they could feel the warmth of the fire and the smell of food roasting.

The inn seemed rather quite, with only a few other people inside. A red headed woman notices the heroes walk in, while a pale faced barkeep looks up and shrinks as the party enters his establishment.

"Um... *sniff* welcome to the Weeping Inn. *sniff* Are you staying the night?"

Edited January 23, 2015 by Kintobor

[Duvors]

"That music is... slightly disturbing to say the least. Yes, we will be staying the night."

[Cutcobra]

Heckz clearly backed away from the scarred woman, disgusted.

"Speak for yourself, Throlar."

He said to Throlar, then he turned to the Innkeeper.

"Yes, sad makeup face, we'll be staying tonight."

[Duvors]

"Heckz, I don't think he's wearing makeup."

[Khorne]

Heckz walked up to the new headstone and started drawing a smiley face with his scythe.

Eric laughed heartily as the sorceror drew the smiley on the headstone. His laughter subsided into a chuckle and soon Eric followed the other members of the party as they made their way.

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When the party entered the tavern, the Nord was disappointed by the lack of other people. In the corner of his eye he spotted a red-haired woman sitting at the bar. For a split-second, he thought she might be someone he knew, but the thought soon faded when his mind was faced with the improbability of that reality.

Out of all women, the Nord adored red-haired ones the most. They warmed a special place in his cold heart. This one was somewhat different, though. It was not the scar that seemed a turn-off, after all Eric loved himself a fierce broad, rather it was the look of her uniform. She was dressed in a similar way Rollinger was, which made Eric think she, too, was perhaps a members of that idiot Paladin Order. The party would have to be vigilant.

In sure strides, chest forward, Eric made way to the bar.

"Um... *sniff* welcome to the Weeping Inn. *sniff* Are you staying the night?"

"I guess so... What are your rates and what else can you offer us?"

The Raider then turned to the red-headed woman. "What brings you to this establishment?"

[Kintobor]

"That music is... slightly disturbing to say the least. Yes, we will be staying the night."

He said to Throlar, then he turned to the Innkeeper.

"Yes, sad makeup face, we'll be staying tonight."

"I guess so... What are your rates and what else can you offer us?"

"A, hm, yes. Um, very good. *sniff* A room's ten gold. However, *sniff* the common room's empty, and it's free. We also have drinks, and food if you're needing something to eat and drink."

The Weeping Inn's Liquor Cabinet

Ambrosia - Causes the reinforced-effect, double the target's defense for the duration of one battle. Costs 57 gold.

Flame-distilled Brandy - Causes the encouraged- and the immune to ice-effects for the duration of one battle. Costs 24 gold.

Mulled Wine - Causes the inspired-effect, doubling the target's current and maximum health for the duration of one battle. Costs 47 gold.

Mead (Causes the encouraged-effect, doubling the target's attack power for the duration of one battle.) Costs 17 gold.

Water (Refreshing and clean. Also diminishes the possibility of dehydration.) On the house.

The Raider then turned to the red-headed woman. "What brings you to this establishment?"

The red-headed woman took a drink from her cup before turning to Eric speaking to him calmly. Her armour didn't seem to have any paladin insignias on it, or anything that would make her stand out as a paladin.

"Why do you care? If it makes you feel any better, I'm a mercenary for hire, and it just so happens this is where I go to wind down." She looks the party over. "Heroicans? Yeah, I've met your type before. What are you doing here?"

"Heroicans? Oh no... *sniff* The last time you lot were here, you're organization caused me enough trouble. Just, please, I don't want another body to clean up. *sniff*" The bartender seemed more nervous than before.

[Cutcobra]

"Are you sure that's 'water' or is it just a cup full of your tears, Mister Maybe Has Makeup Man?"

He said, annoyed by the innkeeper.

"Whatever. I'll sleep in the common room."

Heckz briefly looked at Eric as the nord was talking to the woman.

Watch out, Edwin. That scar might bite.

He then went to a nearby table and sat there.

[Khorne]

"A, hm, yes. Um, very good. *sniff* A room's ten gold. However, *sniff* the common room's empty, and it's free. We also have drinks, and food if you're needing something to eat and drink."

Eric grunted. "The common room it is", he spat out. He hated the thought of having to spend a night with Throlar, but the Nord felt too cheap to shell out another 10 gold for some lousy room.

Scanning over the list of beverages the bartender sold, Eric asked: "Can I buy some of your stock to take with me?"

"Why do you care? If it makes you feel any better, I'm a mercenary for hire, and it just so happens this is where I go to wind down." She looks the party over. "Heroicans? Yeah, I've met your type before. What are you doing here?"

"I never really said I cared, per se. I was just curious. Just like I am curious to know what other Heroicans you've met. Seems to me they did leave much of an impression, did they?"

[Kintobor]

Scanning over the list of beverages the bartender sold, Eric asked: "Can I buy some of your stock to take with me?"

"I never really said I cared, per se. I was just curious. Just like I am curious to know what other Heroicans you've met. Seems to me they did leave much of an impression, did they?"

"Er, um... no, actually, it's against house policy. *sniff* I'm, er, s-sorry sir." He seemed a little unsure.

"I owe a certain hero my life, and I am indebted to him because of it. Other than that, I've met a group of newer heroes here on there way to Murkwood some months back, and then I met with another group. The third time I think I got hit on by a harlot of some sorts. Wavy black hair, elvish, carried a whip, you know someone like that?"

[Duvors]

"Er, um... no, actually, it's against house policy. *sniff* I'm, er, s-sorry sir." He seemed a little unsure.

"Really? Are you quite certain?" said Throlar in a diplomatic tone.

"I owe a certain hero my life, and I am indebted to him because of it. Other than that, I've met a group of newer heroes here on there way to Murkwood some months back, and then I met with another group. The third time I think I got hit on by a harlot of some sorts. Wavy black hair, elvish, carried a whip, you know someone like that?"

"No, thank goodness."

[Khorne]

Eric was about to pitch in in the conversation between Throlar and the bartender, but remained silent. Perhaps it would be better if the Dwarf did the talking. His diplomatic background might seal the deal, that is if the Dwarf wouldn't get into another of his infamous fits. Eric hoped he did good by letting Throlar handle it.

"I owe a certain hero my life, and I am indebted to him because of it. Other than that, I've met a group of newer heroes here on there way to Murkwood some months back, and then I met with another group. The third time I think I got hit on by a harlot of some sorts. Wavy black hair, elvish, carried a whip, you know someone like that?"

"You owe a hero your life? What hero might that be?", Eric queried. Unlike Throlar, Eric's response to the woman's question was more positive: "I vaguely recall seeing someone like her at the Hall. A...nastasia, or something?"

The Nord grinned widely. "The way you describe her makes me think I ought to look into that particular hero some more."

[Kintobor]

"Really? Are you quite certain?" said Throlar in a diplomatic tone.

"Erm... well... *sniff* I guess this once I can sell you the bottle." The man behind the counter muses.

"You owe a hero your life? What hero might that be?", Eric queried. Unlike Throlar, Eric's response to the woman's question was more positive: "I vaguely recall seeing someone like her at the Hall. A...nastasia, or something?"

The Nord grinned widely. "The way you describe her makes me think I ought to look into that particular hero some more."

"It's not that important. His name is Sorrow, he concealed his face with a hood. I haven't heard from him in awhile. I hope he's alright.

Alexis, I think it was? I don't know, I didn't find her that attractive, but she had her boobs out in the open wearing nothing to cover them but a shell bikini. Not very practically if you ask me. I'm surprised she hadn't been run through with something." The woman took another drink from her goblet before speaking again.

"Name's Lydia. Your's?"

[Duvors]

"Erm... well... *sniff* I guess this once I can sell you the bottle." The man behind the counter muses.

"Well, I think that I would be perfectly willing to agree to that, we could take something off your hands if one of my friends would furnish the money." he said in the same tone as before.

[Khorne]

"Erm... well... *sniff* I guess this once I can sell you the bottle." The man behind the counter muses.

"Okay then, I'll take two Mulled Wines and one Ambrosia for the road", Eric said as he searched his pockets for the necessary gold.

Alexis, I think it was? I don't know, I didn't find her that attractive, but she had her boobs out in the open wearing nothing to cover them but a shell bikini. Not very practically if you ask me. I'm surprised she hadn't been run through with something." The woman took another drink from her goblet before speaking again.

"Name's Lydia. Your's?"

"Meh, Anastasia, Alexis, whatever...", Eric waved away Lydia's correct statement about the hero's name. The Nord found the fact of running around in nothing but shells quite an attractive feature, but decided it was best not to tell Lydia that. He smiled softly as he thought back at the moment he met Mariel in the Merry Mermaid. She too had covered her breasts with nothing more than a pair of shells. "Fine girl, that is"

He was pulled back into reality, away from his thoughts by Throlar.

"Well, I think that I would be perfectly willing to agree to that, we could take something off your hands if one of my friends would furnish the money." he said in the same tone as before.

Annoyed, Eric asked: "How much would you need?"

[Duvors]

Annoyed, Eric asked: "How much would you need?"

"Fifty seven, exactly fifty seven. If you don't mind?"

[Khorne]

"Fifty seven, exactly fifty seven. If you don't mind?"

Eric grunted and then shoved the Dwarf some money. "57 gold pieces, nothing more. I expect it back, Dwarf."

[Cutcobra]

"And I need about two thousand gold pieces. Can I get that too?"

Shouted Heckz sarcastically.

Edited January 27, 2015 by Cutcobra

[Duvors]

Eric grunted and then shoved the Dwarf some money. "57 gold pieces, nothing more. I expect it back, Dwarf."

"How nice."

"Mr. proprietor, one ambrosia please."

[Kintobor]

"Okay then, I'll take two Mulled Wines and one Ambrosia for the road", Eric said as he searched his pockets for the necessary gold.

"Meh, Anastasia, Alexis, whatever...", Eric waved away Lydia's correct statement about the hero's name. The Nord found the fact of running around in nothing but shells quite an attractive feature, but decided it was best not to tell Lydia that. He smiled softly as he thought back at the moment he met Mariel in the Merry Mermaid. She too had covered her breasts with nothing more than a pair of shells. "Fine girl, that is"

He was pulled back into reality, away from his thoughts by Throlar.

Annoyed, Eric asked: "How much would you need?"

"*sniff* Duly noted, sir." The bartender wheezes as he grabs Eric his drinks.

"If you find it hard to remember a woman's name, perhaps it's better if I don't know your name." Lydia replied in a belittling tone. She got out of her seat and headed for the stairs. "If you need anything, don't bother asking Featherhead here, he'll be locked in his room until first light."

"How nice."

"Mr. proprietor, one ambrosia please."

"Of *sniff* course." Featherhead grabs Throlar his drinks, and then shuts the Vibrataphone off, beginning his rounds to take all of the candles out. "I'll, um, be in my room, if you need me. I'm closing up for tonight. Best you *sniff* lot get some sleep, you look like you've *sniff* been through a lot." Shall the party head for bed?

[Cutcobra]

"Fake yawn. I'm going to bed."

Heckz heads to the common room.

[Khorne]

"Not very welcoming towards travellers, are we?", Eric noted to no one in particular, but loud enough for others to hear. "Guess I'll hit the hay too."

[Duvors]

"Me too, I'll be off to the common room, with Mr. Heckz."