Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Costy]

Emerging from the arena, Erik stops by the bar and grabs two beers. Tossing one to Nagure, he says:

"See Nagure, we are about evenly matched in fighting skills, but I won that battle because I have a reason to fight. You can't fight as well if you just fight for yourself."

"Bah! If I hadn't been so reckless I would have won that! We shall have to have a rematch one day. Then I will beat you!"

Edited June 9, 2012 by Costy

[Dannylonglegs]

A cool wind blows into the Hall as its doors swung open again, allowing Sylph Solanum to sail in. Sylph approached a stall in the corner, and sat down for a spell until he'd enter the training room.

[Myrddyn]

"Bah! If I hadn't been so reckless I would have won that! We shall have to have a rematch one day. Then I will beat you!"

"Maybe, but only if you can find a reason to beat me. You don't get gold or xp from arena battles, after all. I will look forward to that day."

[Costy]

"Maybe, but only if you can find a reason to beat me.

Your mustache looks funny? That's the only reason I can think of why we should fight.

[Myrddyn]

Your mustache looks funny? That's the only reason I can think of why we should fight.

"So, why do you want to fight? Just to prove you can beat me? Do you enjoy it? Not that I don't want a good fight, but why do you want a rematch?"

[Costy]

Do you enjoy it? Not that I don't want a good fight, but why do you want a rematch?"

Yes, I do enjoy it. It is essential to quests and a lot of fun to kill squishy little life forms. I would only like a rematch after I have trained more and grown stronger so I can beat you.

[Myrddyn]

Yes, I do enjoy it. It is essential to quests and a lot of fun to kill squishy little life forms. I would only like a rematch after I have trained more and grown stronger so I can beat you.

"So, you fight for fun and to get money? No other reason?"

Edited June 9, 2012 by Myrddyn

[Costy]

"So, you fight for fun and to get money? No other reason?"

"There are... other reasons. I just don't want to talk about them."

[xxlrocka]

"Yes." Johon replies, pulling Drake by his arm outside.

"You've took it too far this time. You've driven me to the point of madness. Therefore, I am going to have to take this to the arena. You agree?"

"This'll be fun."

[JimBee]

Sitting alone in the hall for quite some time, Hybros half-listens to some heroes arguing. He was thinking about how he would go from here, now that he was an Assassin. He still did not possess the power to wield wood and earth, but he did have the ability to seek out those who might help him. He knew he had to seek out the Ji Pei. Only they had the technology to find his people. Or perhaps magic would do the job? But he could not rely on such arcane power... at least not yet. He needed much more experience.

It was time to confront Reno Bonaparte. Hybros had last seen him at the end of Quest #15, and he had let the pirate-in-disguise escape with the hopes of getting him to form a connection between the imp and the Ji Pei. He had no idea what Reno and the advanced people had in common, or what they were scheming, but that did not concern him. All that mattered was getting to his people, and finding answers.

With that, Hybros gathered his things and departed, using his new assassin skills to track down Reno. A long search would lead him to Triad Park...

[xxlrocka]

Drake, still outside, saw a hero covered in black clothes exit the hall. He said bye to the hero, only to receive no answer. Drake escaped back into the hall and he asked for a huge keg of super strong beer, so as to not hear any more arguments from Johon.

[Endgame]

Drake, still outside, saw a hero covered in black clothes exit the hall. He said bye to the hero, only to receive no answer. Drake escaped back into the hall and he asked for a huge keg of super strong beer, so as to not hear any more arguments from Johon.

"Is your life fueled by booze, you drunken moron?"

I grab drake by the cape to disorient him, then steal his mug and dump it.

"Already got drunk once today, Drake. No need to set a world record."

I look toward at Johon with a glance, and he nods. Good, we're on mutual terms. We grab him by the arms and lead him outside once again. Johon holds the struggling Knight down firmly while I go inside. Using Drake's now-empty mug, I poured some candle wax from a table's nearly burnt out candle into the mug. I head outside, tracing a large circle in the ground with my longsword around Johon and Drake. I pour the wax in, allowing it to fill the cavity I had drawn. Next, swiftly and quietly, I sneak around Drake and take his torch, and use it to light the wax. A small ring of fire forms around us 3, yards away from the hall door. At Drake's stupified glance, I throw him back the torch.

"Here's how this will work. This candle wax should burn about a minute thirty seconds. We fight until this ring of fire dies down."

I unsheathe my sword with a grim SHHHHTEEETH and take a theatrical bow.

"En garde, good sir I'll let you have the first attack."

[Palathadric]

Taking a bucket of sand, which I had dug earlier with my shovel, I toss the contents at the fire just outside the hall.

"Hey, you out there! Keep your fires away from the hall, demon! None of your demonic rituals here."

I shake my head. I didn't care at all for the Drake fellow, although he seemed friendly, but perhaps a bit childish. However, he was a theif or so I had been told.

On the other hand, once again, whoever the demon at the hall was against I could almost be considered for. Right now, I didn't want to participate anymore than I did.

What good is it to attempt to whack that demon with my cross anyway, it's not like he'll get converted.

[Endgame]

Taking a bucket of sand, which I had dug earlier with my shovel, I toss the contents at the fire just outside the hall.

"Hey, you out there! Keep your fires away from the hall, demon! None of your demonic rituals here."

I shake my head. I didn't care at all for the Drake fellow, although he seemed friendly, but perhaps a bit childish. However, he was a theif or so I had been told.

On the other hand, once again, whoever the demon at the hall was against I could almost be considered for. Right now, I didn't want to participate anymore than I did.

What good is it to attempt to whack that demon with my cross anyway, it's not like he'll get converted.

I use my back as a shield to prevent the sand from extinguishing my homemade arena.

"Is it a sin to try to teach a dragon snatcher discipline, monk? And, I reiterate, I am not a demon.

[Palathadric]

I use my back as a shield to prevent the sand from extinguishing my homemade arena.

"Is it a sin to try to teach a dragon snatcher discipline, monk? And, I reiterate, I am not a demon.

OOC: Just how big is this circle of fire and I thought you were fighting Drake, you wouldn't be expecting a bucket of sand thrown from behind you.

"You're not a demon? Very funny! Does "devil" suit you better? I can call you that instead if you like. Although I can't say I'm at your service. If you want to fight the man go and fight in the arena in an orderly fashion on stop bringing your sectic ways here to the hall!"

[Endgame]

OOC: Just how big is this circle of fire and I thought you were fighting Drake, you wouldn't be expecting a bucket of sand thrown from behind you.

"You're not a demon? Very funny! Does "devil" suit you better? I can call you that instead if you like. Although I can't say I'm at your service. If you want to fight the man go and fight in the arena in an orderly fashion on stop bringing your sectic ways here to the hall!"

I gave Drake first move, so the battle hasn't quite started yet. Sorry I was unclear - Syntax jumped in the way of the incoming sand to protect his arena when he saw it coming. And the arena only has a diameter of a few feet.

"Perhaps you're either blind, ignorant, arrogant, completely uneducated, or a combination of all 4. Undead aren't demons by default, though they can be. I assure you though, I have no [plans of casting a curse over the hall. The couches are quite comfy."

[Palathadric]

I gave Drake first move, so the battle hasn't quite started yet. Sorry I was unclear - Syntax jumped in the way of the incoming sand to protect his arena when he saw it coming. And the arena only has a diameter of a few feet.

"Perhaps you're either blind, ignorant, arrogant, completely uneducated, or a combination of all 4. Undead aren't demons by default, though they can be. I assure you though, I have no [plans of casting a curse over the hall. The couches are quite comfy."

OOC: Okay...

"Who has been brainwashing you into thinking not all undead are demons? You are the oddest devil I have ever met in truth. I am pleased that you will not be cursing the hall, but who can trust the word of someone such as yourself? No one, but yourself." With that I enter the hall not wishing to hold any more conversation with the ghastly creature.

[xxlrocka]

Drake simply stared at the argument for a long time, before digging his way out of the ring of fire using a shovel. Then Drake, of course, went back in the hall and had a humongous sip of beer.

[Costy]

Drake simply stared at the argument for a long time, before digging his way out of the ring of fire using a shovel. Then Drake, of course, went back in the hall and had a humongous sip of beer.

"You need to stop drinking!" I say as I pull the mug out of his hand and drink the rest of it in one gulp. "It's bad for your health, and it makes you look like a fool," I say as I grab another mug and start drinking it.

[Myrddyn]

Erik calls out a window to Sorrow/Syntax:

"It's that barbarian guys dragon. Maybe he should fight Drake. How's it concern you anyway, Sorrow? Unless you're Syntax at the moment, which, as he does seem to me to be a murderous lunatic (no offence to you, Sorrow), makes perfect sense."

Erik turns to Nagure: "Don't be a *hic* hypocrite, Nagure. You're telling off Drake for drinking, and then you're drinking yourself?"

Erik grabs the drink out of Nagre's hand, and finishes it off. He then goes and gets more alcohol for Drake, Nagure and himself.

[Costy]

Erik turns to Nagure: "Don't be a *hic* hypocrite, Nagure. You're telling off Drake for drinking, and then you're drinking yourself?"

Erik grabs the drink out of Nagre's hand, and finishes it off. He then goes and gets more alcohol for Drake, Nagure and himself.

"Us Yetis can handle our *hic* liquor. Although those five kegs I had before may have been too much. How much can you handle?"

[Myrddyn]

"I can drink quite a bit. I've forgotten how much I've all *hic* already had, though. It's all $#^$% Syntax's fault." Erik tries to take another drink, and succeeds on the third try.

[Costy]

It's all $#^$% Syntax's fault." Erik tries to take another drink, and succeeds on the third try.

"He is a bit of a prick. What did he do this time? What he needs is to drink more. Now where did my bloody drink go?" I said.

[Endgame]

"He is a bit of a prick. What did he do this time? What he needs is to drink more. Now where did my bloody drink go?" I said.

"Yes, it is Syntax. Greetings!

Sorrow was working on a house with Johon in exchange for some quarters. That idiotic bastard of a knight stole the dragon we were going to use to get back.

I say all this while dragging my sword around the cirlce, extinguishing the fire. The cowardly knighyt will pay eventually. I enter the hall again and approach the table of drunkards.

"Also, undead hearing is acute and you left the window open. Don't call the man who was going to give you 110 gold worth of loot prick, Nagure. And you, Eric? if you're going to blame your life's every problem on me, I can fix that by ending it. I'll be doing myself a favor too.

I come back with a wine glass of water.

"Now, you drunkards, any of you up for a game of cards?"

I pull out a weathered deck of waldurkian cards. They are 418 years old but still in relatively great condition, remarkably.

[Dannylonglegs]

Sylph Groaned at the reckless brawl drawing to a close in the bar. The noise of it and the fireworks had made his rest most uncomfortable. He pulled his head from a glass cup of green liquid with small flecks of leaves within--possibly a home-made tea--and turned his cloaked back to the table. He demounted his stool and made for the door.

Some of the residents watched him stand, but most were too focused on the entertaining argument to watch Sylph Solanum glide out the door into the foggy evening air of the cobbled streets of Eubric Freeport.

Edited June 12, 2012 by Dannylonglegs