Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Fred Daniel Yam]

"Do you really want to tell us how to really feel, Mr. Harkenshire?"

"That depends. I'm not telling her how to feel. Moreso just where to feel. Look here, just because you're afflicted doesn't make you entitled to disturbing the peace. People here are trying to eat food and drink refreshing beverages when its all disturbed by screaming."

[Kintobor]

Karie goes back to fidgeting with her dagger. Up with a backflip, back down, a twist of the wrist, and back into the air.

"If by excited, you mean ready to be stabbed, betrayed, and have our senses stolen, than yes!" She remarks sarcastically, smirking.

"And you? You feeling up to the task at hand?"

[Brickington]

"That depends. I'm not telling her how to feel. Moreso just where to feel. Look here, just because you're afflicted doesn't make you entitled to disturbing the peace. People here are trying to eat food and drink refreshing beverages when its all disturbed by screaming."

Brickington walks back up to the ranger.

"I understand where you are coming from, but she can't help it, I am sure if she could she wouldn't mean to annoy you."

"And you? You feeling up to the task at hand?"

Brickington walks back to Karie. "Sorry for that" Brickington was starting to feel a little rude. "But yeah, I'm ready, it will be a lot better than sitting here all day."

Edited February 6, 2013 by Brickington

[Kintobor]

Karie looks at the ranger, than back at Brickington. Something obviously was chewing at him.

"That ranger causing you any problems?" She asks with inquisitiveness.

Edited February 6, 2013 by Kintobor

[Endgame]

As night falls and most of the heroes are either retreating to their abodes, chatting quietly, or absolutely drunk out of their minds, a man clad in green enters the hall. Nobody takes notice of him - the fleetfooted figure simply strides in silently, takes a single glance at the Quest 56 sign up sheet, and posts a new one up. Walking out as quietly as he came in, the figure leaves the hall without a single soul ever seeing him. Come day, the heroes crowd around the quest board to see who had been picked...

Chosen Heroes Quest 56: The Stealer of Senses

-Sir Brickington (Brickington)

-Jeaux (joeshmoe554)

-Em (Emjajoas)

-Arnulf Bishop (Shoker86)

-Karie Adlerflask (Kintobar)

QM Note: The quest should be up in an hour or two! Make any necessary preparations in the marketplace and otherwise - your first quest is nigh, 56ers!

[Brickington]

"That ranger causing you any problems?"

"It's not about me, it's just that I feel sorry for that girl and this "rude" ranger has a stone heart. Looks like we have been chosen for the quest, it's going to be exiting. At least we kinda know each other, so that might make it easier."

[Kintobor]

"Yeah, I suppose so." Karie took a look at the quest board. The name "Arnulf Bishop" stood out.

"He's a rogue, isn't he. Ah well, nothing like a bit of friendly competition."

She grabs what few belongings and heads for the door, but turns when she realizes she's missing something.

"You coming?"

[Khorne]

After Eric had signed up for a new quest, he remained near the board. First he sat on the ground next to it, drinking a bottle of mead. His long legs were quite the nuisance for other heroes looking to sign up. The minute his bottle of mead ran dry, though, the Nord got back up and steered his long limbs towards the bar. Heroica Hall seemed to spin around the intoxicated Raider. Luckily for Eric, he had plenty of seafaring skill to navigate his body safely across the Hall. He landed his hand on the wooden bar, just in time to prevent him falling face down it with his full weight. He got on one of the chairs and gestured Scheherazade for another bottle of mead. He was already quite drunk, but stopping once you're on a roll is for the weak.

As the tall Nord waited for his drink, he steered his gaze across the Hall. His vision seemed cloudy, but he was still very aware of his surroundings. Suddenly, a shrieking noise pierced his mind. An agonizing pain ran through his head. Eric gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to make it go away. He tried to cover his ears, but the noise was already gone before he actually managed to bring his hands to his head. Apparently, one of the new heroes couldn't keep herself in check and lost it. Eric didn't quite understand what she had yelled, but he sure heard the damn noise. The Nord grunted. They didn't make the heroes like they used to. He rubbed his eyes and continued his check-up of the Hall. That mead sure took a long while to reach him.

Somewhere in a corner he noticed another new hero. Female, pale skin and fiery hair. He was dumbfounded. Was this... Astrid? No, it couldn't be her. She was still there, way up North. Hundreds of miles away. But the way she moved, the way she toyed with her knife, the cocky smile, all reminded him of her. He rubbed his eyes and squinted, desperately trying to validate his assumptions. "Why did I have to drink this much?", he muttered.

"You sure you still want this, northman?" the Orcish bartender asked.

Eric simply grunted a rude affirmative-sounding noise and grabbed the drink. With the bottle of mead in his hand and a dumb smile on his face, Eric murmured again, but Scheherazade couldn't understand. No one could. "Astrid, my Astrid. Min drake i norr"

[Brickington]

"You coming?"

"Of course I am." He said with a smile as he took his belongings and went out the door with his new fellow adventurer.

[Palathadric]

Monk Pretzel trundles into the hall with his cart rolling behind him. Sarge is already there in the hall, talking to a knight Pretzel can vaguely remember.

I have been away from the hall for far too long, Pretzel groans inwardly.

He spots Eric sitting drunkenly on his own, but decides to ignore him. He heads for the quest board instead.

Another mad quest, eh? When will these people come to their senses. Talk of turning men into animals indeed! Perhaps, God wants me to go on these kinds of quests to knock some sense into people.

I notice that it requires unknown heroes.

Well, who is less known than a hermit. I have been on three quests thus far, but none of them have been made very public and there has been few people who have really interacted with us, so I think I fit this category relatively well. Speaking of which, where is that Erik run off to? Strange lad. Never trust those Norse. He probably left the hall whilst I was on the quest. Ah, well, he wasn't that great a lackey anyway.

With all these thoughts buzzing through my head, I sign up for Quest #57: Green and Gone

I then notice the quest posted under it.

A Bonaparte quest, no less. Well, I don't know about this, but Erdy and Eric's signature are under there, and I will teach him that I'm not afraid to quest with that bloke again. Uh-uh! The gold is great too.

So thinking, I sign up for Quest # 58: Brothers-in-Arms

As if thinking something over, I turn and rush out of the hall towards the Marketplace.

[Zepher]

McEncy. You? I don't see many vet's about these halls. Mostly aspiring young'ns and heroic youths.

Boomingham looks the figure up and down, an eyebrow raised, but eventually he just shrugs and offers his hand. "Lord Lawrence Boomingham, King of the Lost Kingdom and the Desert, Champion of the Weak and Strong, Slayer of the Bluehood. How do you do? Pull up a chair, would you? This here is Guts the Raider, and that beautiful eld maiden is named Nerwen." Boomingham waits until Sarge sits before continuing. "That's going to be the way of it, I'm afraid, chap. Theres always young blood, but the old friendly faces are prone to disappear for long stretches of time or just all together. Heroing sometimes is a lonely life. What brought you to it?"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen watched a young elf scream, shout, collapse crying then run out of the hall. She shrugged.

What is it about rogues who hear voices?

Watching an old man approach Boomingham deferentially brought a faint smile to her lips. She nodded in greeting when introduced, amused again as Lawrence described her as beautiful.

Nice to meet you Essahgay.

Do you hear voices in your head too?

[Scubacarrot]

"Well, Nerwen has it right, though I think swords may be more effective than words when it comes to ruling in the beginning. Most Kings and Queens won't say it, but only reason they're in power is because at some point a long time ago, so long ago now that no one really remembers, they had more swords and more brawn and more brain than pretty much everyone else. If you want to be King of Eubric, however, you may have to cut through me first." Boomingham grins. "I'd like a second go. You know what they say, second times the charm."

"Hm. I've never heard anyone say that. And I did not say I want to be King of Eubric, I said that perhaps there should be a King of Eubric. Someone competent in ruling. During peace."

It was clear to Guts. The paladin was a fool. He was never a king of anything, and if he was, it was no wonder he failed.

[Zepher]

"Pipe dream. A King during peace won't change over. Change isn't going to happen in peace. Why would it?" Boomingham laughs merrily.

[Scubacarrot]

The raider nodded to the old man. Didn't he purposefully ran into Guts at one point, for whatever reason? Guts wondered how long it'd take before the old man would break his hip while on a quest, before taking a big sip of his wine. To Nerwen, the raider said:

"This hall seems to have an attraction for the mentally disturbed. I haven't met anyone as crazy as Dak Shadeaux yet though..."

"Pipe dream. A King during peace won't change over. Change isn't going to happen in peace. Why would it?" Boomingham laughs merrily.

"Because there are rulers out there that aren't complete fools, and can actually get stuff done."

[Zepher]

Boomingham laughs again. "And how would they come into power at a time of peace. You seem worldly enough, Raider. Optimism is nice, but it isn't always realistic. You think you'd win over the six houses without a sword in hand. No. You're not foolish." Boomingham swigs his wine. "It isn't a question of who would be good for the job. When does power go to who would be good? Power belongs to those that have earned it. We can only hope and pray that those who earn it are good at the job- or better yet, engineer it so that those who earn it are good at the job by helping those who would be good at the job earn it." The wine has made the Paladin's tongue begin to fly more freely. He is amused by his own poetic sentence structure and chuckles quietly at it to himself.

[Scubacarrot]

"You think like a warrior and a nobleman, Lord Boomingham. Perhaps that is the way you did it in your kingdom, but Eubric is more subtle than that. Instead of forcing things with a weapon in hand, you might get more success by applying different kinds of pressure at all the right points."

[Pyrovisionary]

Boomingham looks the figure up and down, an eyebrow raised, but eventually he just shrugs and offers his hand. "Lord Lawrence Boomingham, King of the Lost Kingdom and the Desert, Champion of the Weak and Strong, Slayer of the Bluehood. How do you do? Pull up a chair, would you? This here is Guts the Raider, and that beautiful eld maiden is named Nerwen." Boomingham waits until Sarge sits before continuing. "That's going to be the way of it, I'm afraid, chap. Theres always young blood, but the old friendly faces are prone to disappear for long stretches of time or just all together. Heroing sometimes is a lonely life. What brought you to it?"

Oh yes, I met guts Miss Nerwen Sarge nods at Nerwen, then turns back to boomingham. Lost kingdom you say? I would have thought of you as a vengeful orphan with multiple personality type of guy! Ha, I wouldn't quite call myself heroic, but I came so I could support myself further in my later years! But I'll probably end up spending it all in a day. That is the way with us rogues and pirates. Tell me, Where was this kingdom?

[Zepher]

"You think like a warrior and a nobleman, Lord Boomingham."

"Never've claimed to be anything else. It interests me to hear what taught you to apply pressure the way you do, Raider."

Boomingham finishes off another glass of wine before waving down the bar maid. He sees the look on Sarge's face when he introduces Guts and pats his fellow elder on the shoulder.

"Give Guts a fighting chance in your heart, he isn't that bad of a chap once you get over the fact that he's a little screwy in the head." Boomingham chortles. "I wish I made a bit of gold myself, but my wife tells me I won't make it to an old age, so I won't be needing to support myself. If my sword arm doesn't give out, my liver sure will. The kingdom was about mid-way between the tip of the high kingdoms and Ennon. It was burned down- not in the war, but later, by some traveling band of Orcs. Can't say I was too pleased to hear about it."

[Scubacarrot]

"I wasn't always a Hero. I once was a very succesful, and influential arms merchant." Guts decided to ignore the insult, the Paladin was drunk.

[Fred Daniel Yam]

"I wasn't always a Hero. I once was a very succesful, and influential arms merchant." Guts decided to ignore the insult, the Paladin was drunk.

"So why the career change?" William asks, bored out of his mind. "Lemme guess, did you sell weapons of mass destruction to potentially destructive and evil people?"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen sees William as he leans into the conversation at the table.

William! I have not seen you since the quest to find Shaun. How have you been? what have you been doing?

[Scubacarrot]

"So why the career change?" William asks, bored out of his mind. "Lemme guess, did you sell weapons of mass destruction to potentially destructive and evil people?"

"No, I did not. And it's none of your business." Guts didn't know what a weapons of mass destruction entailed, but nevertheless, he didn't appreciate strangers coming up to him and asking questions about his past.

Edited February 7, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Fred Daniel Yam]

Nerwen sees William as he leans into the conversation at the table.

William! I have not seen you since the quest to find Shaun. How have you been? what have you been doing?

"It has been swell so far! I went on a Quest to find a coat."

[Chromeknight]

A coat? That's an unusual item to go questing for? This coat must of been very special. Was it made out of gold or something?

Nerwen suppressed a smile as the ebullient ranger provoked a reaction from the normally tight lipped rogue.

Perhaps he means siege weapons. But I can not imagine how you would smuggle those. I assume you were smuggling the weapons you were selling, I do not see you as the tax paying type.

Edited February 7, 2013 by Chromeknight