Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

"Yeah, this bastard in the training room's giving me a nasty headache. I... I've been trying to make the headache go away with this cheap shit, but it'll be back ten times as strong in thu morning. Me?I come from Baltorak, don'tcha now. Nice place, there... lots of sand... a couple volcanoes too. Lot's of those little fellows, dwarves, I think, running about. What about chu?"

Guts grabbed two ready bottles of booze, one filled with wine, the other with a clear liquid, which teared your eyes when you smelled it, and handed the second to Knifk.

"Training room, eh? Interesting... the bastard is not letting me in. So why did you come to Heroica?"

[Masked Builder]

"I know, right! And that story is real, obviously. I even got a letter from an aura who was stalking me! She knew my name, Althior, and that I rode a unicycle! How cool is that?"

"Your storys get more and more unrealistic. And it's a bit weird if you ask me."

[Palathadric]

Seeing Alexis is busy in conversation with the strange...whatever it is, I turn back to my writing.

[Masked Builder]

Alexis turns away from Finnegan and back to the monk. "What's that you're writing there?"

[Palathadric]

Presently I am copying the sacred texts of the Holy Book. Although I have many projects. Here is one of my theses on the benedictions of Saint Kytger, I am sure you will find it fascinating. I lift the weighty volume from my cart and place in on the table, the table collapses under the weight, but thankfully I managed to rescue the book and my parchments, even if not the ink. Quickly I scoop the fallen ink back up to avoid waste.

[K-Nut]

"Your storys get more and more unrealistic. And it's a bit weird if you ask me."

"Unrealistic? So I never saved Christmas? I never learned how to ride a unicycle? Never learned that we're all living in an RPG? Unrealistic you say! Gah!"

[JimBee]

Hybros woke with a start. He was sill in the Hall, sitting at a table with a blanket wrapped around him. He didn't recall taking it, but then again he was in a state that only Boomingham would've been able to match. Or so he thought.

"No more mead," he said to himself. At least he was feeling somewhat better. It would be good to get some fresh air, so Hybros decided to leave the hall and take a visit to the marketplace. Still ignoring the questboard, he pushed open the doors to let the burning sun in...

[TheBoyWonder]

Lycan looks around to see new heroels coming in. He stares, but stays where he is sat.

[Bioniclover]

Guts grabbed two ready bottles of booze, one filled with wine, the other with a clear liquid, which teared your eyes when you smelled it, and handed the second to Knifk.

"Training room, eh? Interesting... the bastard is not letting me in. So why did you come to Heroica?"

“Eh, you know, the usual. Born on Tarok's holy day, destined to be the great hero who frees the orcs from enslavement, all that crap. Fancy talk for ‘We're running out of food because of the shadow beings raiding us and wiping out our trade partners, so we're banishing you so we have one less mouth to feed based solely on your birthday.’ Figured I might as well make an effort, you know? And it keeps my sword sharp and my belly full, so yeah.” The muscular orc downed the bottle in a single gulp, eyes opening and watering up slightly. “Where'd you get this? It's good.”

[Scubacarrot]

“Eh, you know, the usual. Born on Tarok's holy day, destined to be the great hero who frees the orcs from enslavement, all that crap. Fancy talk for ‘We're running out of food because of the shadow beings raiding us and wiping out our trade partners, so we're banishing you so we have one less mouth to feed based solely on your birthday.’ Figured I might as well make an effort, you know? And it keeps my sword sharp and my belly full, so yeah.” The muscular orc downed the bottle in a single gulp, eyes opening and watering up slightly. “Where'd you get this? It's good.”

"Hmm, sounds like you have come far. I'm not the one for compliments, but it's good to have a strong shield next to you, in battle. We make a good team. Ever thought about starting up for yourself? You know, no more weaklings to carry, no more being nice to folk like that quarry owner back then?"

Guts leaned back, and took a few big sips of his wine.

"And that? It was on the bar, Scherezade always seems to know just the drink for people. One of her many talents, I'm sure."

[Masked Builder]

Presently I am copying the sacred texts of the Holy Book. Although I have many projects. Here is one of my theses on the benedictions of Saint Kytger, I am sure you will find it fascinating. I lift the weighty volume from my cart and place in on the table, the table collapses under the weight, but thankfully I managed to rescue the book and my parchments, even if not the ink. Quickly I scoop the fallen ink back up to avoid waste.

"Oops, that wasn't good. Holy book? I have not heard of that."

"Unrealistic? So I never saved Christmas? I never learned how to ride a unicycle? Never learned that we're all living in an RPG? Unrealistic you say! Gah!"

"I'm just going to ignore you unless Althior comes back."

[Palathadric]

"Oops, that wasn't good. Holy book? I have not heard of that."

"It is most fascinating to be sure. The writings of God to those of us here. You should read it sometime, althouh, unfortunately copies are nearly impossible to find, and I would never let you touch my original. Only confirmed, unpolluted hands are allowed to touch the wonderful words and lettering contained herein.

[Masked Builder]

"It is most fascinating to be sure. The writings of God to those of us here. You should read it sometime, althouh, unfortunately copies are nearly impossible to find, and I would never let you touch my original. Only confirmed, unpolluted hands are allowed to touch the wonderful words and lettering contained herein.

"Confirmed?" She asks with a confused face.

[Palathadric]

"Yes, yes, pardon the punctuation if I got it wrong. It is only once a panel of elders confirm, in the eye of many witnesses, that your hands are unpolluted that you shall be permitted to lay your hands on this beautiful document."

[Masked Builder]

"Yes, yes, pardon the punctuation if I got it wrong. It is only once a panel of elders confirm, in the eye of many witnesses, that your hands are unpolluted that you shall be permitted to lay your hands on this beautiful document."

"Oh I see, well if I can't touch it, do you have any favorite passages?"

[Scubacarrot]

Guts' head turned, a few tables away was a man, apparantly talking about a god. Guts sighed, was this place touched by the misguided ideals of the temples now as well? Slowly, Guts got up and sat next to the elven Ranger, opposite of the monk.

"Why do you preach your god's ideals here. This is a place of recovery and organization, not prayer. If you want to convert people to following the ways of Ennoc, at least I think you are talking about Ennoc, I suggest you go in the streets, there are plenty of lost souls that would be more than happen to listen to you for half a loaf of bread."

[Palathadric]

"Would they give me half a loaf of bread in return for my speaking to them? If they do not, then I do not see it as being worth my time."

"Here is on of my personal favourites, although it is not from this particular Holy Book, but from a commentary on it.

A pretzel in time, is worth nine out of time.

"I have always told myself that by God, I will be that pretzel.

This came out of the blue.

[Scubacarrot]

"Would they give me half a loaf of bread in return for my speaking to them? If they do not, then I do not see it as being worth my time."

Guts looked confused, that awnser was not what he expected, even the logic of the paladins he had met had made more sense than this.

"What?"

Turning to his side, where the ranger was sitting, he asked her:

"Please tell me you are not from the same 'believes' as him."

[Masked Builder]

"Would they give me half a loaf of bread in return for my speaking to them? If they do not, then I do not see it as being worth my time."

"Here is on of my personal favourites, although it is not from this particular Holy Book, but from a commentary on it.

A pretzel in time, is worth nine out of time.

"I have always told myself that by God, I will be that pretzel.

"Most interesting. I would guess that's where you got your name correct?"

"Please tell me you are not from the same 'believes' as him."

"'Believes in him'?"

[Scubacarrot]

"I speak common, do I not? Are you with the monk?"

[Palathadric]

"Most interesting. I would guess that's where you got your name correct?"

"No, I adapted the quote to fit my name...or was it...you know, honestly I don't remember. It was such a long time ago."

[Darth Nihilus]

Dak sidles out of the shadows and towards Guts, whom appears to have returned. While walking, he admires (or rather, grimaces at) his reflection in a window. His eyes have large dark circles around them, and his once-dark brown irises are flecked with gold and red, sparkling maliciously in the light. He knows he's not an elf anymore, nor human, nor even Mopag. He's becoming something else....though he's not sure what. It almost feels as if another being is pulsing power through his veins, pushing him to do things he doesn't want to, evil things, like killing other heroes. He looks down at his hand, which is shaking, and clenches it into a fist, only then noticing that his veins are slowly but surely turning from red and blue to red and grey. He steps forward one final time, and clears his throat, a harsh, grating sound, then speaks. "Guts?" he asks, his voice an octave lower than the last time he had spoken. "I believe we have..unfinished business, in the Arena? " Malice creeps into Dak's words as he continues. "I hope you don't mind fighiting me now that you're so powerful."

[K-Nut]

"It is most fascinating to be sure. The writings of God to those of us here. You should read it sometime, althouh, unfortunately copies are nearly impossible to find, and I would never let you touch my original. Only confirmed, unpolluted hands are allowed to touch the wonderful words and lettering contained herein.

"Alright, so you're ignoring me, but listening to him? You really are a clueless broad..."

[The Legonater]

Finally fed up with my old nemesis, Finnegan, I begin looking for ways to throttle him.

[Scubacarrot]

Guts looks at Dak, who challenged him, the boy's voice was different, maybe drunk or something else.

"I haven't changed, kid. Judging from your voice, you might have. Lead the way, I accepted your challenge before I went to the quarry."