Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Palathadric]

Oilan graybeard at your service, Oilan said bowing low.

"Nice to meet you! I see we've both signed up for the fields of glory, should be fun enough."

I approach the two bearded shorties.

"Greetings, dwarfs, I reckon, new to the Hall of Heroes?"

[JimBee]

Hybros is left to ponder Monk Pretzel's words as the Paladin finds other patrons of the Hall to talk to. The imp shook his head. He had heard the tales of various gods of various names in his travels. It seemed that there was no convincing someone who had chosen to believe in a certain one.

He continued to stare into the inky blackness of his tea, wondering when it would be time to leave the Hall on another adventure.

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Current Sign-Ups for Unlimited Quest: Fields of Glory

Bartholomew Docken, level 35.5 Warden (Brickdoctor)

Namyrra Uq, level 36.5 Necromancer (Quarryman)

Oilan Graybeard, level 1 Mage (vagnar graybeard)

Monk Pretzel, level 27.66 Paladin (Palathadric)

Jeaux Elmfyre, level 16.5 Evoker (joeshmoe554)

Em, level 15.5 Warden (emjajoas)

Johon, level 26.66 Raider (bricksandparts)

Grimwald Gjinko, level 12.5 Cleric (LordoftheNoobs)

~The next Fields of Glory party will depart in 1 week~

[vangar graybeard]

Grimwald saw what all the cool kids were doing and also decided to sign up for the Unlimited Quest. He then went back to Oilan.

"Nice to meet you! I see we've both signed up for the fields of glory, should be fun enough."

Yes I hope so Grimwald. Turing to the monk Oilan said Yes I am new to Heroica. I am Oilan, and you are?

Edited March 23, 2014 by vangar graybeard

[LordoftheNoobs]

Grimwald turns to the monk, thinking he might've seen him around before...

"Oh, hello there. I'm a gnome actually... well mostly, I think I'm one-quarter dwarf or something...

Also, I've been part of Heroica for a while now, I've just been away visiting family for a few months. Anyway, enough about me, what's your name?"

[Flipz]

OOC: Continued from here. Note that this post takes place in the Training Room, not the actual Hall.

"What were you thinking, Regulus? Don't answer that," he adds, silencing the Mystic Knight as he begins to open his mouth.

Arthur looks forward to try to see where they were going, and sees a familiar Training Room populated by two somewhat unfamiliar figures: the Falconer and the Sand Queen.

"Hello again, Mr. Regulus. Such a shame it has to be under these circumstances, though..."

"Did Byblos get our message?

"He will be delayed, but we can handle the situation until he arrives if it becomes necessary. It won't be necessary, however."

"I hope so. Better for everyone if we don't have to get him involved." He looks angrily to Arthur. "You want to tell us what that was about?"

"You mean the Arena? He attacked me after the fight was--"

"As unbecoming of Heroes as that was, no, that's not why you're here."

"I see. It's the...weapon, then. Awful fast for that kind of word to travel--I assume you foresaw it, Sand Queen?"

"You assume many things of prophets, young mage, some more wrong than you will ever realize. But yes, we've kept watch over you ever since you acquired that Plaything."

"Well aren't I special." The tone is petulant, ironic.

"Hey. This is serious. Your actions are meddling with magics that run deeper than you think, and it's putting everyone at risk. I'd hoped you'd be able to see that, but...Falconer?

"Of course." The Veteran produces a glowing, lustrous orb from her pocket--the Aurora Nôrnalis. The Copper Fox and Sand Queen gather around it, murmuring indistinct incantations under their breath--

Weakness. Vulnerability. A dragging weight, across his entire body. Arthur staggers, pitching towards the ground before using his levitation powers to steady himself. Even that simple action felt more difficult than it had been just a few minutes earlier.

"What...what have you done to me?"

"We've removed our protection from you. That stunt you pulled with that Plaything wreaked havoc with our protective spells--we almost couldn't hold them. The simplest solution was to take you out of the equation." The Copper Fox squints at the Hero. "And given what I saw in that Arena, I see no reason to even try to find a way to restore them to you." At a nod, the Veterans start to leave, but Fox turns back for one final comment. "Oh, and one other thing--you'll find that our combat training will no longer work for you. If you want to prove yourself worthy of our protection again, I suggest you find someone else to train you." Fox turns, and is gone.

Arthur struggles to stand, but his whole body feels unstable, the unfamiliar strain of trying to hold himself together too difficult for any other action. "You've ruined me!" he screams, in rage and impotence.

The Sand Queen returns to look through the door.

"No, child. You've ruined yourself." And with that, she leaves the young Chaomancer alone to his fate.

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge comes bursting through the side door to the Arena and pushes past Grimwald and Oilan to talk to Pretzel. Panting for a second, he stands up straight and says

"Right, listen Pretzel, sir. I may sound crazy but I aint. I were just in the arena. Fighting that Arthur lad, and I was winning as yer can guess. But he changed into some tentacled monster in his rage he did. Kid must have been fiddling around with dark magic. Aparently he betrayed the party that were going after that Wren witch. Anyway he's a demon mate and you know what needs to be done to demons. So get yer weapons together and let's hunt."

Edited March 23, 2014 by Pyrovisionary

[Flipz]

Flakes of snow fell lightly on the path--the first edge of the last storm of winter. It was a bit late in the year for such weather, but the thing was glad--liquid rain would be far worse for him in this form.

He traveled as a gout of ink, unnoticed, unseen as he flowed through the gutters. So far his luck had held--no one had seen him leave the Hall, and no one would recognize him like this even if they did.

That's a good point, actually, the thing thought. Finding a deserted alleyway, he draws his substance into one spot and stands in human form--with difficulty, but it was possible now. Every step he take, every move he makes, requires immense concentration. Becoming an embodiment of Chaos before tempering it with Order was not my best idea, he grumbled to himself.

Still. He could stand, and walk--and possibly talk. It would be enough.

On. Onward. Knowing the way to walk in this form didn't stop it from being unending, agonizing torture. He'd underestimated how much he relied on the Veterans' protection, and now he was paying the price. Hours passed. Days, maybe. No sense of time, no look to the sky, just one step after the other, the excruciating pain of every inch of his body being pulled apart by gravity and friction, the awareness of what was happening only making things worse. I could fly, he thought, but I've no clue how--or if--I'd be able to hold myself together. He persevered, but half a mile along Eubric Highway, he gave in. Death would be better than this.

Glancing to make sure no one in the immediate vicinity was watching, he lifted his arms and began to float. This, too, was painful--more painful than walking, thanks to the greater strain--but at least now he would make good time. With a mental effort, he flew down the road, the wind as knives to his new body. Night fell, but he paid no heed for it--he could rest when he was whole. Or dead. Preferably both. The darkness masked his ascent over Bric'lin, and at the edge of his vision he could just spot the watch-fires of Bric'bay. In another life, I might have enjoyed this, he considers mournfully, before returning his attention to the task at hand. Just that one moment of lapsed concentration had cost him considerable altitude, and he prudently chose to reduce it further, until he was hovering just a few feet above the path.

Still the road went on, and it was dawn and then morning before he finally arrived. Touching down just out of sight of the guards, he covered the last hundred yards on foot, a laborious struggle that took the better part of an hour. By the time he stood at the gates of the fortress, Lord Knyghton and several other Lion Knights were waiting for him.

Arthur falls to his knees at Knyghton's feet. "Lord Knyghton...I've made a terrible mistake." His form begins to slip, and it's all he can do to keep himself from collapsing entirely, even if he'd wanted to meet his friend's eyes. "Help me."

Knyghton glances at the other Knights, all of whom looked to him for guidance. "Get Luke."

OOC: To be concluded in the Training Room!

[vangar graybeard]

Oilan walks to the bar "Bartender may I have a rum?"

"So this is Heroica. I have not felt this safe in one place since the mine, but where is Bilan? He joined didn't he?

Oilan is interrupted from his thoughts by Scheherazade bringing him his rum. "Thank you it's free isn't it? Have you heard of a dwarf named Bilan by any chance? He joined Heroica a couple years ago.

Edited March 24, 2014 by vangar graybeard

[Palathadric]

"Monk Pretzel," I respond to the two short figures before being interrupted by Sarge.

"Arthur? A demon? Really, Sarge, are you sure you didn't just have a bit too much to drink? He seems a decent enough chap to me."

[Pyrovisionary]

"Monk Pretzel," I respond to the two short figures before being interrupted by Sarge.

"Arthur? A demon? Really, Sarge, are you sure you didn't just have a bit too much to drink? He seems a decent enough chap to me."

Sarge stabs the daggers onto the tables. They are covered in black ink and small pieces of tentacle still cling to the blades.

"Mate. If I were drunk, I'd be hiccuping and staggering. Do I look like a drunk to yer? Actually, don't answer that. Trust me on this one sir. I wouldn't lie to yer."

[Sandy]

~A new quest has been posted on the Quest Board (#98 by CallMePie)!~

[vangar graybeard]

I would like to sign up for quest 98

[Palathadric]

"Hmm, le Baron is in need of assistance once again. It will be good to return to Zylstra. Let us just hope that the situation will not be unremediable."

I Sign-Up for Quest #98.

"Mate. If I were drunk, I'd be hiccuping and staggering. Do I look like a drunk to yer? Actually, don't answer that. Trust me on this one sir. I wouldn't lie to yer."

I take a close look at Sarge.

"Well, perhaps you were drunk at the time? I do not know. I cannot see that youth dabbling in the dark arts, but he was a magic wielder and the dark side always has ways of influencing those who use the ethereal arts for destruction. I suppose the least I can do for him is see that he is alright. Besides, the best time to catch a demon is before it enters, as the saying goes...

"So where is he, still at the Training Room?"

Edited March 24, 2014 by Palathadric

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge quickly puts his name down for Quest #98

I take a close look at Sarge.

"Well, perhaps you were drunk at the time? I do not know. I cannot see that youth dabbling in the dark arts, but he was a magic wielder and the dark side always has ways of influencing those who use the ethereal arts for destruction. I suppose the least I can do for him is see that he is alright. Besides, the best time to catch a demon is before it enters, as the saying goes...

"So where is he, still at the Training Room?"

"Last I saw him he was at the Arena. But he could be anywhere. We can probably find people who've seen a massive freaking tentacle monster."

[Palathadric]

"Ah, that should certainly narrow down the search. If no one has seen him, then I suppose we can assume that it all occurred inside a drunken head? Where do we start asking? I doubt these fellows here would know?"

[JimBee]

Hybros signs up for Quest #98.

"Surface world... that is me..." he sighed. He looked optimistic about being able to visit the underground city again, however.

[LordoftheNoobs]

Grimwald also signs up for Quest #98, eager at the chance to meet more Gnomes. All the same, he was still looking forward to the possibility of visiting the Fields of Glory.

[Palathadric]

I put up a notice in the hall:

Selling: The Muckraker (WP:13, Earth, Water, Wood; causes Weakened; Greatsword) - State Offers.

[Bricksandparts]

Johon sees the notice, and approaches the monk as he posts it.

"600 gold sound good?" Johon says, pulling out his coin purse.

[Palathadric]

I glance up at the barbarian.

"600 gold is downright decent. It's a deal."

[Palathadric]

"Would you be interested in purchasing this Magnificent Microscope? I would sell it in exchange for your Magnifying Glass + 50 Gold."

[Bricksandparts]

Johon nods, takes the sword, sheathing it. Considering the new offer, Johon accepts the deal. "Nice doing business with you." Johon says, trading the items and gold.

[Siercon and Coral]

Siercon comes in from a long absence... meanders towards the board and signs up for Quest#98:Dark of the Moon

[CMP]

Current Sign-Ups for Quest #98: Dark of the Moon

Oilan Graybeard, Level 1 Mage (vangar graybeard)

Monk Pretzel, Level 27.66 Paladin (Palathadric)

'Sarge' Jon Mcency, Level 19 Black Knight (Pyrovisionary)

Hybros, Level 29.66 Assassin (JimButcher)

Grimwald Gjinko, Level 12.5 Cleric (LordoftheNoobs)

Siercon, Level 6 Mage (Siercon and Coral)

[joeshmoe554]

Jeaux approaches the board and signs his name on the list for quest #98