Fred Daniel Yam Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 William sits down, drinking some alcohol from the bar. Waiting for the man to come and pick them up. He wonders who this "Nyx" person was and what she could do. Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 (edited) I rush into the hall. It seems rather empty just as it was when I left it last time. This is not the greatest of hangout spots, I'll wager. Miserable place! I think. I rush towards the quest board and look at the available quests. I see only one. Ah, well, worth a shot. It's a short one anyway, so I may be back before a new one opens. I, Monk Pretzel, and My 99 Pieces, sign up for Quest #32: The Lost Children. I look around to see if anyone has noticed me, but they all seem fairly engrossed in what they're doing so I turn and take a stroll out of the hall. As I pass along on the streets of Eubric I can't help but wonder what had brought me to this wretched city. But then I stop by the market place and see gold be exchanged freely and I remember... I return to the hall and approach Benji. "Good man, how much do I owe you for the Phoenix Essence you used on me? Also, I would like to ask what do you think I should invest my money in at the market place. I will need a couple of tonics at least, but what would you advise me to purchase? I am fairly sure that I can trust your counsel." "I was thinking of purchasing a bedroll and I was wondering if that can be used to regain full ether and health after a battle. If so then I will definitely take it. I should probably still take tonic though. I was also thinking of purchasing either the Healing Staff or the Nimbus Broomstick. I will possibly take a scroll too, although all of this depends on the amount of gold I have. Possibly the Scroll of Confusion or something, although I understand that that particular one is not as reliable in its use as the other ones, or maybe instead of the scroll I will upgrade my shield, but what do you suggest? Edited April 21, 2012 by palathadric Quote
xxlrocka Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Drake looked at the quest board seeing he wasn't picked. "Darn it! I guess my hopes of ever seeing this dastan are gone. And my chances of earning gold to get me new things. I guess I will.....hey, is quest 32 still open for sign ups?" Drake said, ending with a grin. Drake signs up for quest 32:The lost children! Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Sorry lad, it the church does not accept such barbaric manners of combat. However, if you could help me solve a dilemma I face, I would thank you, and maybe wish you well in whatever combat you engage in. "What would you advise me to purchase a Healing Staff or a Nimbus Broomstick. Also, how useful have you found your bedroll in enabling you to regain health? Also, do you think I should purchase a Phoenix Essence? It is a fairly useful object." Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 A Phoenix Essecence would prove useful in quests. Pretzel, If you win our duel, I will admit you made us win the quest. Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 A Phoenix Essecence would prove useful in quests. Pretzel, If you win our duel, I will admit you made us win the quest. A confused look crossed my face, "What?!? But I said I would not duel with you. I cannot. It is against my religion. I only said I would wish you well if you helped me. You cannot tempt me to do this. Don't think my resolve will weaken by your attempt to flatter my vanity. I have none." Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 And helping us kill the Canute was against your religion. But you still done it. Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 And helping us kill the Canute was against your religion. But you still done it. I don't recall saying that killing Canute was against my religion. Besides, I didn't kill him, you did...or was it Benji? Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Beating me would make you one of the greatest heroes in the hall. Wouldn't your god approve of you helping a troubled soul like me? Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 "How, exactly, would I be helping you?" Suddenly, I notice Eric rushing into the hall. "What took you so long, Eric my lad, quick be off with you. To the market place. I wrote out a list of items for you to purchase for me. I do hope you can read, or do I have to teach you that as well?" I turn back to Leo, "You were saying?" Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 By beating me, you would be helping banish the darkness inside. What If I put up a 25 gold wager? Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 I would not pay 25 gold if I lose. However, if it's a one way wager, then I'll take it. If Monk Pretzel bashes Leo with his cross, Leo should "see the light". Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 25 gold if you win, 5 Gold if I win. Deal? Quote
Palathadric Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 "First, let me make sure Eric is doing my bidding at the market place. With these barbarians one can never be too sure." I rush off to the market place in pursuit of Eric. Quote
Chromeknight Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Nerwen was speaking quietly with an intriguing elvish aeromancer at the bar and in the long, companionable pauses that are part of elvish speech patterns, mentally tallying her requirements for the coming quest, as well as reflecting on the most recent chapter of her current trashy novella, involving a motley collection of characters living in a magic castle. Her meditations were interrupted by a grating voice speaking common with a village accent. "Hello, I am Leo Aragon, Mystic Knight. And you must be Nerwen, the elegant Elvish Cleric." Turning to see who would address her in such a way, she sees a young boy. After momentarily processing the sword, shield and gems that mark him as a swordmage her gaze travels to his armor. She stiffens in affront, her hand clasping around a table knife that was sitting on the bar nearby, now held at tense readiness at her side. She hisses her words in obvious tension. Brobric! Traitorous arrogant scum! And such a boy? You are the one who wrote? Thinking to lure me to my death? Bah. You could never have planned something like that, you are but a weanling. Surely you are but the tool of another. Perhaps even that snake Belril... Nerwen lapses into a stream of elvish, clearly by the tone, insulting. Arasmyth, nearby, although not understanding all the referents, catches enough to start in surprise at the language coming from the previously placid cleric. She pauses, sucking breath to curse further when a decrepit old man in brown rags catches the young elf's arm and begins babbling at him. The rebuffed supplicant turns away and heads to the arena. Clearly whatever suit he would persue or defense he would make to Nerwen's accusations was not nearly as important as playing with the capering fool who had drawn his attention. With his leaving, Nerwen's tension drains slowly. Returning to the conversation with Arasmyth, she apologizes for her rudeness. And orders a stiffer drink to numb her mind from the memories now cascading across it. Quote
Flare Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 (edited) "'ello chaps." I sign up for Quest #32, and then walk over to the marketplace to spend my newly earned gold Edited April 21, 2012 by Flare Quote
LEGOman273 Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 *I toss Leo 50 Gold in return for Draken's Fire, as he and Pretzel walk off to the arena* Quote
Chromeknight Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Nerwen was speaking quietly with an intriguing elvish aeromancer at the bar and in the long, companionable pauses that are part of elvish speech patterns, mentally tallying her requirements for the coming quest, as well as reflecting on the most recent chapter of her current trashy novella, involving a motley collection of characters living in a magic castle. Her meditations were interrupted by a grating voice speaking common with a village accent. "Hello, I am Leo Aragon, Mystic Knight. And you must be Nerwen, the elegant Elvish Cleric." Turning to see who would address her in such a way, she sees a young boy. After momentarily processing the sword, shield and gems that mark him as a swordmage her gaze travels to his armor. She stiffens in affront, her hand clasping around a table knife that was sitting on the bar nearby, now held at readiness by her side. She hisses her words in obvious tension. Brobric! Traitorous arrogant scum! And such a boy? You are the one who wrote? Thinking to lure me to my death? Bah. You could never have planned something like that, you are but a weanling. Surely you are but the tool of another. Perhaps even that snake Belril... Nerwen lapses into a stream of elvish, clearly by the tone, insulting. Arasmyth, nearby, although not understanding all the referents, catches enough to start in surprise at the language coming from the previously placid cleric. She pauses, sucking breath to curse further when a decrepit old man in brown rags catches the young elf's arm and begins babbling at him. The rebuffed supplicant turns away and heads to the arena. Clearly whatever suit he would persue or defense he would make to Nerwen's accusations was not nearly as important as playing with the capering fool who had drawn his attention. With his leaving, Nerwen's tension drains slowly. Returning to the conversation with Arasmyth, she apologizes for her rudeness. And orders a stiffer drink to numb her mind from the memories now cascading across it. Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 " Whats Wrong with you? Not all Brobric's are the same you know." Quote
Fred Daniel Yam Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 William notices a Mystic Knight and images of Saboteurs and the bomb in the North-West tower to the moment when the Elves nearly killed him flash through his mind and realizes that the Knight is a Brobic. In the moment of the mental flashback drives him into a state of fury. "AH! A Brobic Elf! Slay the hellspawn! Yarghhhh!" He aims both his crossbow and hand cannon into Leo's face. OOC: Quote
TheBoyWonder Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Leo Aragon hastily raises his shield blocking all the fire from the ranger. Quote
Chromeknight Posted April 21, 2012 Posted April 21, 2012 Suddenly the boy is back from the arena. Appearing as if by magic. Before Nerwen can speak, a ranger sitting at a nearby table yells incoherently and raises his weapons. Nerwen decides that the situation is no good for marshalling the ether required for her upcoming quest and, while the Brobric is distracted, slips quietly out of the hall. OOC:PM to speak more about your plans and expectations. Quote
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