Heroica RPG - Quest #126 Paint By Heroes

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"Aye", said Warlen. At the adventure reaction, he was reminded of the time he had met one of the six veterans of Heroica. That seemed so long ago, now. He smiled, just a touch.

Turning to Vindsval, he said "Nice work, Vindy! That's some great booty right there. And an Emerald? Phoooo! Nice."

[Asphalt]

Vindsval smiles warmly at the Explorer and his decision.

"There is great wisdom in showing respect for power Virgil. I am pleased you have decided to show such restraint. If what you say is true than this is indeed a thing of Value beyond measure. Even more so to have bloomed in a place where such suffering was born. Let us return to town and tell our tale."

[Kintobor]

Vindsval smiles warmly at the Explorer and his decision.

"There is great wisdom in showing respect for power Virgil. I am pleased you have decided to show such restraint. If what you say is true than this is indeed a thing of Value beyond measure. Even more so to have bloomed in a place where such suffering was born. Let us return to town and tell our tale."

"If the suffering's that bad, I'd prefer not to know about it."

Annienal replies somewhat hastily. She wasn't really sure what to make of the grove and it's past, but she was at least content knowing Virgil was at peace with his brother's death. She nods in agreement in heading back to town. She looks curiously at Warlen, still not sure what to make of him. He certainly didn't share some of the restraint most elves she knew had, even if he was only half elf.

"Virgil, you didn't respond when I asked you about this telescope. Were you wanting it? I mean, I assumed it's your brother's and all..."

[CMP]

Miderun stares at Virgil's almost spiritual experience as he takes one stalk of the Golden Lotus. It had some sort of power, she would give it that much. Such a strange plant.

"Probably best not to run the land dry or Tridentia'll end up like Baltarok. Let's go."

"If the suffering's that bad, I'd prefer not to know about it."

"It was just one crazy uzardtirn. Wasn't even that good a fight, really."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

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"If the suffering's that bad, I'd prefer not to know about it."

Annienal replies somewhat hastily. She wasn't really sure what to make of the grove and it's past, but she was at least content knowing Virgil was at peace with his brother's death. She nods in agreement in heading back to town. She looks curiously at Warlen, still not sure what to make of him. He certainly didn't share some of the restraint most elves she knew had, even if he was only half elf.

Catching Annienals eye, Warlen blushed slightly, before regaining his composure, grinning at her knowingly, despite not having anything to be knowing about.

Edited March 9, 2015 by The Chosen Minifigure

[Asphalt]

Vindsval's eyes dart to and fro as the company journeys back to town.

"I cannot shake the feeling that we are being watched. Am I being paranoid? I wonder how far the rumors of the power of the bloom have spread. If they have reached the pirates should we not be ready for an attempt upon it Could that be why they attacked when we arrived?

[Kintobor]

Catching Annienals eye, Warlen blushed slightly, before regaining his composure, grinning at her knowingly, despite not having anything to be knowing about.

"Um... what are you smiling about?" Annienal hoped she didn't do anything embarrassing.

"It was just one crazy uzardtirn. Wasn't even that good a fight, really."

"Miderun, what do you consider a good fight? I mean, um... really though, I'm just kind of curious." Annienal tries being less timid around Miderun. She considers nudging her, but didn't want to anger her.

Vindsval's eyes dart to and fro as the company journeys back to town.

"I cannot shake the feeling that we are being watched. Am I being paranoid? I wonder how far the rumors of the power of the bloom have spread. If they have reached the pirates should we not be ready for an attempt upon it Could that be why they attacked when we arrived?

Annienal began sticking closer to the front.

"Don't say that! I don't notice a thing, and I'd prefer if it stayed that way. I hate ambushes..."

Edited March 10, 2015 by Kintobor

[CMP]

"Miderun, what do you consider a good fight? I mean, um... really though, I'm just kind of curious."

"That fight with the scorpion was pretty intense. Surprising lot of sleeping, but still violent and exciting. I'm surprised it took the bait so easily. I thought for sure we'd have to track it down. We all got our jobs done and everything came together. Very bloody. Quite fun."

[KotZ]

"Virgil, you didn't respond when I asked you about this telescope. Were you wanting it? I mean, I assumed it's your brother's and all..."

"No, Miss Knight, you can keep it," Virgil tells the lady. "It did belong to Lyle, but I'd rather-and I think we would too- someone keep using it out there in the world. I was able to see him at peace because of this lotus, and it was beautiful. I think you would do well with this telescope. Please keep it, I would be honored if you did."

The party continues their travels throughout the night. Vindsval's feelings were correct; there were eyes watching them. But if they were dangerous ones, they did not come close. Those eyes knew the ones walking back to Tridentia were the more dangerous ones. Maybe it was the golden lotus protecting the party, or the Wanderer or Warlen's antimagic scroll. Whatever it was, the party was left undisturbed. None of the painters talked as they walked back. They had their plant, and they had seen their fair share of bloodshed. Yet there was still work to be done.

The sun was just above the treeline as the Heroes came back into town. There was no hint of raiders or pirates, or even a spider.

"And look who has returned, and in one piece it seems," the mayor William Morris announces to the villagers milling about as the party comes to the center of town.

"I don't think we could ever doubt the Heroes of Heroica, sweetheart," Lacy replies as she wipes her hands on her apron as she exits their home.

"We certainly did pick the best," Fabio says before moving his eyes over to the female Heroes, but before his eyes can reach the women, Rose sharply jabs Fabio in the ribs.

"Without them, we would not have found the golden lotus." Javier goes over to William and shakes his hand in thanks. "Thank you for allowing us to use your island to search for this mythical flower. It will surely be helpful."

"I took only a part of the flower, and we left the rest in this old lair we found it in. If nature wills it to grow, it will. Hopefully it does. It truly is magical. Healing is a part of its qualities."

"Fascinating," William replies wide-eyed. "And to think that was on our own little island. Now, I want to hear it from the Heroes themselves. Just another story to tell the kids as they grow of the amazing Heroes of Heroica."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen grinned. Elves knew how to spin a story, exaggerate any and all elements.

"Our tale begins, my dear fellows, when 5 heroes sailed to a distant Island. Their mission? Find a legendary bloom, and slay a vile monster.

When they arrived on the Island, they were greeted by the locals, friendly people who sold them fine wares. But then!"

Warlens face became deadly serious.

"They were attacked by a group of vile, villainous villians! The battle went badly, until the mage defeated all but one: the leader. Then teamwork prevailed, and they defeated their enemies.

After venturing through a graveyard, and after many hours of travel, the company arrived at an Orchard. Beautiful though it was, the 5 heroes soon encountered panicking animals, thrust viciously from their home by the beast. With heavy hearts, the heroes ended their suffering."

Warlen looked all about the group, captivated to various degrees by his tale.

"Then, venturing forward, the group final encounters the beast. A giant crab, it was, ten, twenty, even thirty times the size of a man. Each of the heroes was absolutely essential in the battle: If not for the Healing of the Cleric, The power of the Barbarian, The Spelks of the Mage, The range of the Ranger, and the durability of the mighty Knight, prevailing would have been..." The word hung on his lips. All leaned in to hear it. "Impossible."

As they leaned back out, Warlen concluded his tale. "In the heat of victory, the heroes jested, joked, grinned and blushed." he winked at Annie with the last one. "And then? They found the item of their search: the mighty, magical, mysterious golden lotus! One among them had a vision, and it brought peace to his heart. They returned victorious to the village, happy and merry. One word described them all..." he raised his voice. "Awesome." Upon seeing the others looks of disbelief, he hastily added "And heroes. Heroes."

Edited March 10, 2015 by The Chosen Minifigure

[CMP]

Warlen grinned. Elves knew how to spin a story, exaggerate any and all elements.

"Our tale begins, my dear fellows, when 5 heroes sailed to a distant Island. Their mission? Find a legendary bloom, and slay a vile monster.

When they arrived on the Island, they were greeted by the locals, friendly people who sold them fine wares. But then!"

Warlens face became deadly serious.

"They were attacked by a group of vile, villainous villians! The battle went badly, until the mage defeated all but one: the leader. Then teamwork prevailed, and they defeated their enemies.

After venturing through a graveyard, and after many hours of travel, the company arrived at an Orchard. Beautiful though it was, the 5 heroes soon encountered panicking animals, thrust viciously from their home by the beast. With heavy hearts, the heroes ended their suffering."

Warlen looked all about the group, captivated to various degrees by his tale.

"Then, venturing forward, the group final encounters the beast. A giant crab, it was, ten, twenty, even thirty times the size of a man. Each of the heroes was absolutely essential in the battle: If not for the Healing of the Cleric, The power of the Barbarian, The Spelks of the Mage, The range of the Ranger, and the durability of the mighty Knight, prevailing would have been..." The word hung on his lips. All leaned in to hear it. "Impossible."

As they leaned back out, Warlen concluded his tale. "In the heat of victory, the heroes jested, joked, grinned and blushed." he winked at Annie with the last one. "And then? They found the item of their search: the mighty, magical, mysterious golden lotus! One among them had a vision, and it brought peace to his heart. They returned victorious to the village, happy and merry. One word described them all..." he raised his voice. "Awesome." Upon seeing the others looks of disbelief, he hastily added "And heroes. Heroes."

"Crabs don't have stingers."

"But, close enough. You know, for such a nice little island you guys sure do attract a lot of trouble. You know where we are if it rears its sarl vahls head once more. I'm glad we had the opportunity to kill for you again."

Miderun grabbed William's hand and very nearly shook his entire arm off.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Ooc: Where did I say crabs have stingers?

[CMP]

We just fought a giant scorpion and Warlen called it a crab is what she's getting at.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Oops. That was stupid, I was going on claws alone.

[Asphalt]

Vinsval's brow creases slightly as he listens to Warlen's account of their adventure. "The small-ling certainly has a portion of the zeal if not the skill of the bard's of my birthlands." He moves to where Miderun is speaking with the mayor, and joins them in their conversation. "Indeed if there is anything else we can do before we are to return to the hall, please do tell us. I would spend more time here if it were possible. Though the site of much strife this place fills me with a peace I found little in my travels down from the North."

[Kintobor]

"No, Miss Knight, you can keep it," Virgil tells the lady. "It did belong to Lyle, but I'd rather-and I think we would too- someone keep using it out there in the world. I was able to see him at peace because of this lotus, and it was beautiful. I think you would do well with this telescope. Please keep it, I would be honored if you did."

"I'm honoured, Virgil. I'll ensure that your brother's telescope remains in good hands and is put to good use." Annienal nods her head in thanks. She clutches the telescope in her hands, looking it over curiously.

"Our tale begins, my dear fellows, when 5 heroes sailed to a distant Island...

Anninenal cringes at Warlen's story telling abilities, or lack of. She especially takes note of Warlen's passive moves on her.

"That was... um, well, an interesting perspective, if somewhat romanticized, Warlen. I wouldn't call the mission "impossible", either, since we're all standing here.

William, I believe the easiest way to retell the story is to relay it as a tale of remembrance for those we lose along the way, and not to forget them. I mean, um, you don't need to relay the fact there was a knight and and someone with a bow and quiver and what not, since it wasn't just the five of us who went looking for the flower..."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen grins at his companions disapproval.

"Eh. You gotta exadgerate some stuff, make up a smidgen, tweak the tale here and there..."

William, I believe the easiest way to retell the story is to relay it as a tale of remembrance for those we lose along the way, and not to forget them. I mean, um, you don't need to relay the fact there was a knight and and someone with a bow and quiver and what not, since it wasn't just the five of us who went looking for the flower..."

"Good point, but that's for another to tell. I don't have skill of that type. Hell, It could be argued I have no skill! But that's not the point."

[Kintobor]

Warlen grins at his companions disapproval.

"Eh. You gotta exadgerate some stuff, make up a smidgen, tweak the tale here and there..."

"Good point, but that's for another to tell. I don't have skill of that type. Hell, It could be argued I have no skill! But that's not the point."

"For fiction, yes. Tweaking and fibbing historical events is a disservice to the actual events that took place." Annie crosses her arms, clearly disapproving of Warlen's opinion. "I'm certain people and events have been exagerated in the past, but I'd prefer if our own exploits managed to keep some relative thread of realism. I'd prefer not to be remembered for someone I wasn't."

"Oh, um... I didn't mean to offend you, Warlen. I'm... um, sorry if I did..."

[KotZ]

Vinsval's brow creases slightly as he listens to Warlen's account of their adventure. "The small-ling certainly has a portion of the zeal if not the skill of the bard's of my birthlands." He moves to where Miderun is speaking with the mayor, and joins them in their conversation. "Indeed if there is anything else we can do before we are to return to the hall, please do tell us. I would spend more time here if it were possible. Though the site of much strife this place fills me with a peace I found little in my travels down from the North."

"Both of you, all of you, are welcome back at anytime for the good deeds you have done for this town. I don't think there is anything for the town you have to do before returning to Eubric."

William, I believe the easiest way to retell the story is to relay it as a tale of remembrance for those we lose along the way, and not to forget them. I mean, um, you don't need to relay the fact there was a knight and and someone with a bow and quiver and what not, since it wasn't just the five of us who went looking for the flower..."

"Well then it seems that is what we must do. I've been thinking of commissioning a monument to be built to commemorate all those who have fallen in defense of Tridentia, and another to remember the Heroes who have helped us in our times of need."

"We have concluded our business here in Tridentia, but we still need to transport this golden lotus up to where we will use it as paint. And since this is a very valuable item, it needs protection. All we need to do is travel to Cathargo and deliver the paint, and you Heroes can be on your way."

"It seems my job is done then, Javier?"

"It appears so, Virgil," Javier confirms as he places a hand on the explorer's shoulder. "Thank you for your help and I am sorry for the loss of Lyle. We will try to work him into our mural with this golden lotus if it pleases you."

"I think that would be nice. Thank you," the explorer replies.

"Shall we board the ship to Cathargo, or is there anything you all would like to do in Tridentia? We need to leave soon."

[Asphalt]

"Indeed the bloom is of great value, though I do not know if you truly aware as to how great. There are those who would make a great pilgrimage to find the peace with which that simple plant has blessed our guide. If we are to leave immediately I would beg but a moments boon to say my goodbyes to young luke. I am sure he will come if I call, you would not grudge me that of course."

Vindsval raises his hand to his mouth and shouts the boy's name into the village. "Luke, we have returned, come say goodbye to your old friend before I must depart once more. Where are you lad?"

[Asphalt]

"Annienal, Warlen, Actaeon, When he arrives I would have you meet young luke. He is one who suffered our first voyage here, but I feel he has a long path before him. It is unclear which path he would take, but he has a full heart. It would not surprise me to see him walk through the doors of the Hall one day."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"For fiction, yes. Tweaking and fibbing historical events is a disservice to the actual events that took place." Annie crosses her arms, clearly disapproving of Warlen's opinion. "I'm certain people and events have been exagerated in the past, but I'd prefer if our own exploits managed to keep some relative thread of realism. I'd prefer not to be remembered for someone I wasn't."

"Oh, um... I didn't mean to offend you, Warlen. I'm... um, sorry if I did..."

"No problem, Annie. In fact, I'm inclined to agree with you, but my people only taught me how to exadgerate. Unfortunately, I'll have to leave accuracy to other, more... sensible beings than I."

"Both of you, all of you, are welcome back at anytime for the good deeds you have done for this town. I don't think there is anything for the town you have to do before returning to Eubric."

"Well then it seems that is what we must do. I've been thinking of commissioning a monument to be built to commemorate all those who have fallen in defense of Tridentia, and another to remember the Heroes who have helped us in our times of need."

"Shall we board the ship to Cathargo, or is there anything you all would like to do in Tridentia? We need to leave soon."

Warlen smiles and nods as the monument to those fallen is suggested.

Then, as a monument to the Heroes is suggested, Warlen's smile moves slightly. "Please, don't raise a monument for me. I can't speak for the others, but I don't want to have my praises sung across the land, for there to be monuments of me. A joker I may be, but the fact that I don't get killed is reward enough. Besides, we are already receiving payment. Please don't trouble yourself to honour us as well."

"Actually, could we go back to the stall? I have some unfinished business."

"Annienal, Warlen, Actaeon, When he arrives I would have you meet young luke. He is one who suffered our first voyage here, but I feel he has a long path before him. It is unclear which path he would take, but he has a full heart. It would not surprise me to see him walk through the doors of the Hall one day."

"It'll be a pleasure, I'm sure."

[Kintobor]

"No problem, Annie. In fact, I'm inclined to agree with you, but my people only taught me how to exadgerate. Unfortunately, I'll have to leave accuracy to other, more... sensible beings than I."

"Is it alright if I ask where you grew up? I don't think I recall you saying such a thing. Although, um, it's up to you."

"Well then it seems that is what we must do. I've been thinking of commissioning a monument to be built to commemorate all those who have fallen in defense of Tridentia, and another to remember the Heroes who have helped us in our times of need."

"Well, I, um, guess I wouldn't mind seeing myself on a monument... thank you, William." Annienal bows in appreciation. She never thought she'd see herself on anything, but being recognized so early on made her feel inspirational.

"Virgil, I hope your travels are safe. It was a pleasure working with you, and thank you for the compass. I'm certain it's story won't be forgotten."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"It's a... long... story, to say the least. Basically, evil darkness dragon comes to my home forest, my friend tries to stop it but nearly dies, I save him by absorbing the Darkness myself, and I leave my home in the Elven forest, leave my training to be an Archmage, all to find a cure. Nothing worked, so I decide that heroing might help my soul, and here I am!"

Edited March 12, 2015 by The Chosen Minifigure

[KotZ]

Vindsval raises his hand to his mouth and shouts the boy's name into the village. "Luke, we have returned, come say goodbye to your old friend before I must depart once more. Where are you lad?"

"Vindsval, you're back!" the little Luke shouts as he hears his name called and sees the half-giant. "Where were you?"

"Actually, could we go back to the stall? I have some unfinished business."

"Of course, just follow me."

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"Well, I, um, guess I wouldn't mind seeing myself on a monument... thank you, William." Annienal bows in appreciation. She never thought she'd see herself on anything, but being recognized so early on made her feel inspirational.

"Virgil, I hope your travels are safe. It was a pleasure working with you, and thank you for the compass. I'm certain it's story won't be forgotten."

"Hopefully the town approves it, I don't see why they won't."

"Thank you, Miss Annie, and safe travels to you as well." With that, Virgil the Bold tips his helmet and walks off to the docks to catch the next ship out.