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As some heroes begin to depart, Grimwald moves from the quest board over to Arthur.

"So they're off the fight the witch, eh?" he asks solemnly. "Can't say I envy them..."

"I can. I, uh...didn't exactly know it at the time, but it was my cousin she'd kidnapped and used to regenerate herself. Stole his youth to regenerate her own. Bitch." Arthur spits. "But I'm no Hero anymore, and taking her down is a Hero's task. I can only hope that those five give her what she so richly deserves."

Annienal signs up for 139 before returning to her seat, closing her helmet's visor leaving nothing but an encasement of shadows where her eyes were.

Miirym jumps down to the table when Annienal moves, seemingly amused by the Mystic Knight's actions. Still, it is toward Arthur that her focus is directed. "<Arthur...>" she sighs concernedly, almost to herself.

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Faust's eyes dart between all of the heroes, bickering, whispering... His grip around his glass tightens and his jaw clenches.

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"I sincerely HOPE that the actions of your companion are of a temporary ailment, as what is he doing right now is not exactly acceptable. It is the equivalent of painting yourself green and parading around as an orc - disrespectful, to say the very least! I did not come here to recruit racists who would spit on my heritage on my kin as a sick joke. I came here for heroes - heroes who could slay a dragon. And I here whispering of payment in advance, before you even set eyes on the beast, let alone fell it?!"

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"And I here whispering of payment in advance, before you even set eyes on the beast, let alone fell it?!"

Annienal unleashes a quiet sigh, it's sound echoing from her helmet. She steps up from her table, leaving her helmet visor down, trying her best not to slip down the stairs as she approaches his grace in an attempt to alleviate the situation.

"Um... I'm sorry about this... particular individual. He's been gone for awhile, and something seems to have... changed.

My name is Annienal Anavar. It... it's a pleasure to be in your presence, sir." Annienal bows to the king. "You will have to excuse me, but what is your name, sir?"

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Vindsval moves from the quest board and inserts himself between Flin Pearspitter and the Royal Envoy. He knuckles his forehead and bows before the king. He just happens to hip check the masked Munchkin farther from the king.

I can assure you your majesty that this "man" is far from a representative of this Hall. There are those of us who take this path we have chosen far more seriously.

He brushes aside his cape revealing a brief glimpse of the gleaming dragon scale armor hidden beneath.

There are those of us who take both kinship and bloodlines the felling of great beasts VERY seriously. I am Vindsval, called the Half-Born, at your service.

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Annienal unleashes a quiet sigh, it's sound echoing from her helmet. She steps up from her table, leaving her helmet visor down, trying her best not to slip down the stairs as she approaches his grace in an attempt to alleviate the situation.

"Um... I'm sorry about this... particular individual. He's been gone for awhile, and something seems to have... changed.

My name is Annienal Anavar. It... it's a pleasure to be in your presence, sir." Annienal bows to the king. "You will have to excuse me, but what is your name, sir?"

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"I am King Faust, ruler of Moone." says the Elf, taking great pride in his status.

Vindsval moves from the quest board and inserts himself between Flin Pearspitter and the Royal Envoy. He knuckles his forehead and bows before the king. He just happens to hip check the masked Munchkin farther from the king.

I can assure you your majesty that this "man" is far from a representative of this Hall. There are those of us who take this path we have chosen far more seriously.

He brushes aside his cape revealing a brief glimpse of the gleaming dragon scale armor hidden beneath.

There are those of us who take both kinship and bloodlines the felling of great beasts VERY seriously. I am Vindsval, called the Half-Born, at your service.

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"I can only hope you're correct. No mere man, elf, orc - anybody, really - can dance a dance with dragons, especially one as old as Vorpalis. He was there once Mercution sunk, you know. Damnable coward he was, he fled, refusing to help the people he swore to protect... the fiend."

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Amidst all of the craziness, Sorrow scans the various quest pithces, before settling on Quest #137. He writes his name and sits back down, content to watch the events unfold.

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Current Sign Ups for Quest #137: Where the Dead Go to Live

-Warlen Melimane, Level 16.5 Half-Elf Mystic Knight (The Chosen Minifigure)

-Grimwald Gjinko, Level 19.5 Gnome Sage (LordoftheNoobs)

-Throlar Wineghilm, Level 15 Dwarf Knight (Lord Duvors)

-Vindsval Half-Born, Level 25 Half-Giant Witch (Asphalt)

-Flynn Flisperer Lind Whisperer, Level 17.5 Elf Human Assassin (Lind Whisperer)

-Sorrow, Level 30 Necromancer (Endgame)

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Faust's eyes dart between all of the heroes, bickering, whispering... His grip around his glass tightens and his jaw clenches.

3Nvylnk.png

"I sincerely HOPE that the actions of your companion are of a temporary ailment, as what is he doing right now is not exactly acceptable. It is the equivalent of painting yourself green and parading around as an orc - disrespectful, to say the very least! I did not come here to recruit racists who would spit on my heritage on my kin as a sick joke. I came here for heroes - heroes who could slay a dragon. And I here whispering of payment in advance, before you even set eyes on the beast, let alone fell it?!"

"Ah am ztarting zo zink zhat zhaving zhat glass - zor zhtree - zor vas zit zix - of zelebratory zpirits zele'brating ma' glorious return vas a vit of a vistake..." The...elf's head began to slowly roll around on his shoulders.

"Um... I'm sorry about this... particular individual. He's been gone for awhile, and something seems to have... changed.

"Oui...-...Ah am...more...magnificent..."

Vindsval moves from the quest board and inserts himself between Flin Pearspitter and the Royal Envoy. He knuckles his forehead and bows before the king. He just happens to hip check the masked Munchkin farther from the king.

I can assure you your majesty that this "man" is far from a representative of this Hall. There are those of us who take this path we have chosen far more seriously.

"Oui...Ze rest of you zpend your days arguing in-zessantly...I'm ze only zing you can ever agree on disliking..."

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"I am King Faust, ruler of Moone." says the Elf, taking great pride in his status.

"Good choice...trying to make deals...with heroes...instead of some zort of zemon..."

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"I can only hope you're correct. No mere man, elf, orc - anybody, really - can dance a dance with dragons, especially one as old as Vorpalis. He was there once Mercution sunk, you know. Damnable coward he was, he fled, refusing to help the people he swore to protect... the fiend."

"Ah am no mere man...ah am a Munz...khin..."

As the sensible heroes talked, Warlen muttered to Lind:

"Just... go do something else for now, Lind."

He then proceeded to turn to the royal and listen to his tale.

"Ah am...Good night."

The...elf's head thudded onto the tabletop.

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Allow me to remove this distraction, your Majesty.

Vindsval reaches out and picks the Whisperer by the scruff of the neck, and moves him to another table, far in the corner, the darkest most distant corner of the Hall. On his way to this dark corer he passes the door. He considers it for a moment, But in the end places the small man facing the corner. He then returns to the table with his friend Annienal.

Allow that to be my first service your Majesty. Whether I am chosen to aid your nation or not, I have completed at least a small favor.

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Warlen pulls out his sword and absentmindedly starts refining his cutting movements.

"You know, my liege, some here would be better suited for this job than others. I do not presume to place myself above my friends, but it is a Distinct possibility that I am the only person here who has assisted in the defeat of not one, not two, but a trio of dragons in my time? Along with the dragon from... my past. Still undefeated, I presume. My one true regret..." he trailed off, still slashing at the air.

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Warlen pulls out his sword and absentmindedly starts refining his cutting movements.

Watching Warlen carve an invisible giant turkey with his new blade Vindsval taps him gently on the shoulder.

Warlen, perhaps your should take your "practice" elsewhere. This is a place for food and conversation after all. Not a practice yard.

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Warlen looks at Vind for a moment, but simply sticks his sword point-first into the ground.

"Actually, Vind my friend, I've been meaning to thank you."

Vindsval looks down at the pale spell slinger.

"Indeed?"

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Seeing Warlen around, I ask him.

"Would you be interested in purchasing this Heavy Armour for 150 gold? It's perfectly fitting for Mystic Knights."

Noticing a lack of interest from Warlen, Annienal moves to Monk Pretzel and carefully counts 150 gold to make sure she has it.

"Um, sir, are you still selling your Heavy Armour?"

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Allow that to be my first service your Majesty. Whether I am chosen to aid your nation or not, I have completed at least a small favor.

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"Thank you."

"You know, my liege, some here would be better suited for this job than others. I do not presume to place myself above my friends, but it is a Distinct possibility that I am the only person here who has assisted in the defeat of not one, not two, but a trio of dragons in my time? Along with the dragon from... my past. Still undefeated, I presume. My one true regret..." he trailed off, still slashing at the air.

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"Though I doubt it is Vorpalis, I hope that, should you come to moone, you continue your streak of victories. I did not come to be dissapointed."

With that, King Faust leaves the hall.

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Noticing a lack of interest from Warlen, Annienal moves to Monk Pretzel and carefully counts 150 gold to make sure she has it.

"Um, sir, are you still selling your Heavy Armour?"

"Yes, indeed!" I say, looking at the knight, somewhat surprised. had I really failed to notice her? "Would you be interested in purchasing it? I would sell it back to Fabian, but it is always better to keep relics like this within the hall, or at least among its members...or so I think."

I place the Heavy Armour on the table in front of Karie.

"I've used this on many quests and it's never let me down."

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"Yes, indeed!" I say, looking at the knight, somewhat surprised. had I really failed to notice her? "Would you be interested in purchasing it? I would sell it back to Fabian, but it is always better to keep relics like this within the hall, or at least among its members...or so I think."

I place the Heavy Armour on the table in front of Karie.

"I've used this on many quests and it's never let me down."

Doth are speaking to Annienal. :poke:

"I would. Here... um, 150 gold." Annienal places the gold on the table.

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Doth are speaking to Annienal. :poke:

"I would. Here... um, 150 gold." Annienal places the gold on the table.

:facepalm:

The first time I wrote "Kintobor." :tongue:

"May it serve you well," I smile, handing Annie the Armour.

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Annienal takes the armour, leaving her with 80 gold.

"Thank you once again, um... sir."

With that, Annienal heads to the marketplace.

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"Mmmnm. Remember when you told me how I may not believe in the demons, but they believed in me?"

Certainly, a simple truth freely given to a fellow traveller.

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Arthur gazes at the sinking light streaming in through the windows and sighs. It was time to go. "Miirym," he calls, holding out an arm, and the golden dragon leaps to his shoulder. She whispers a few words in his ear, and he nods before passing by the Quest board, to which he pins a simple note.

"Ex-Hero offering equipment for fair prices. If interested, send Gold or counter-offer by Z-mail to Arthur Ziegfried."

Weatherfax Broom - 500 gold

Begone With The Winds - 500 gold

Staff of Ennon - 150 gold

Sandman's Parasol - 40 gold

Enchanted Bracelet - 20 gold

White Ninja Cowl - 30 gold

Ella's Pie - 50 gold

Will also accept equivalent price in consumables.

With that, Arthur once again leaves the Hall, heading back to his true home.

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