Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

Guts that had been quietly drinking bottle after bottle, said after the Monk's latest monologue:

"You're delusional. You realize that, right?"

[Palathadric]

"No, my name is Monk Pretzel. I'm aligned with the forces of right, so no "de" negatives can be used to title me. And who are you?"

[Endgame]

"No, my name is Monk Pretzel. I'm aligned with the forces of right, so no "de" negatives can be used to title me. And who are you?"

"I hope you realize no faith disqualifies you from the laws of grammar nor does it prevent you from being a raving loon."

[Pyrovisionary]

"I hope you realize no faith disqualifies you from the laws of grammar nor does it prevent you from being a raving loon."

Grammar? we're speaking? Don't you mean pronunciation?

Player perspective remember!

Edited February 14, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Scubacarrot]

"You claim to be hundreds of years old. No man is. That makes you a lunatic. I could crush you with one hand tied behind my back, monk. You may think you serve some god, but this is not the place to spread such nonsense. Leave."

[Endgame]

Grammar? we're speaking? Don't you mean pronunciation?

Player perspective remember!

"No, grammar. He said the prefix "de" couldn't apply to him."

[Palathadric]

"Rogues!" I mutter.

I turn to Nerwen, "See what the hall become when this crowd start calling it their home?"

[Pyrovisionary]

"No, grammar. He said the prefix "de" couldn't apply to him."

Oh sorry. Being an old man you know! I misunderstood.

[Scubacarrot]

Guts stands up, knocking over several glasses on the table in the process, it's clear the wine had started to get to Guts, but he stood still, and his eyes were bright.

"This 'crowd' has more right to be here than anyone, and especially more than you. Fight me, heretic, and we'll see if your claim is real. Surely your god will grant you victory."

Edited February 14, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Palathadric]

"I do not fight for sport or for vain glory or pride. I fight when the need arises, to protect mankind from the likes of you and the brood you associate yourself with. I don't understand how fighting will prove which God is stronger anyway.

"But if you want to engage in competition then it's cowardly to choose the field of competition where your own talents lie. You are a man of war and live to kill and loot and rob. If you want to have a contest, why not see who's god will answer our prayers for a sick person's healing? Let's see who can heal the sick without the use of potions and the like. But no, you are not interested in doing such things. You only think of yourself and your own pride, vanity, and purse."

[Scubacarrot]

Guts' mouth turns to a thin smile, and sits back down:

"I thought you'd say something like that. I am not going to argue my intentions with a madman that doesn't realize he is mad. And potions? Far more reliable than the average Healer."

[Palathadric]

"I thought you'd say something like that.

"Oh, you are clever,"

[Endgame]

"What are these underground creatures you keep blabbering about, anyway? Monk, you are almost most certainly delusional. For all I know you could've murdered Daxus on that quest."

Edited February 14, 2013 by Endgame

[Palathadric]

"Mind your own business! What do you mean I keep rambling on about underground creatures. I haven't mentioned them since I was discussing with Nerwen. I find it odd that in all that I said to her, you latch on to that particularly. Do you perhaps, have some affiliation to them? Or worse yet, did you perhaps create them? Honestly, though, you hardly seem intelligent enough to do such a thing. And what do you know of Daxus? Did you quest with him? No you did not. Don't speak on matters you know nothing of!"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen reflexively steps back from Sorrow upon hearing the horror that was done to him.

I cannot imagine someone so... warped and deceived as to create such a scroll, but to use it in the manner you describe is beyond...

Nerwen's sentence trails off, finding no words to express her disquiet at Sorrow's circumstance.

Hearing the brown robed cleric respond with questions of his own, Nerwen smiled. Then he speaks of the original veterans and she is puzzled.

I am sorry, I though you were edan, were human. But if you speak truth, you must be something else. As I said before, men do not live all that long. Indeed, if Sorrow's father is alive as he hopes, he is no longer human.

Nerwen pauses to consider him and listen to his melody. Particularly as he digresses and argues with Guts.

Odd. You sound human. You certainly speak like a man, certainty, bravado and self-righteousness.

In any case, we were discussing the gods.

Your god has a name but you do not share it? Are you afraid that I have heard the name or that I have not? But, deferring my questions with questions, you have had some training in sophistry it seems.

As to the gods, I know of many definitions.

The elvish sage Vronil suggests that a god is any immortal with power to manipulate the world. Since this would include elves, the definition might need refining. Argus of the Menhiri conversely says that to be considered a god, a being must not only exist, be a personality and have power to contemplate and change the world, but also interact with those in the world like ourselves. Other thinkers add the requirements that gods must be 'good' or be able to create from nothing. These seem overly restrictive, for who can know what good is when seen from the encompassing perspective of the immortal?

The gods are what my teachers would call a 'primitive concept'. Not meaning one held only by primitive people, but that the concept is in some ways irreducible, cannot be broken down to a list of more basic ideas. Everyone you ask would be able to give at least an attempt at describing what a god is, even avowed a-theists who insist there are no gods.

At the very least, any hero here can name a least a few gods and express their boundaries of authority.

So, taking Argus' outline, how would you deny those gods who have revealed themselves to elves and mortals?

[Endgame]

"I'm just glad Animutilav was used to reassamble my soul, not tear it to pieces. Thankfully, a literal handful of copies of Animutilav exist..."

[Sandy]

A man in a blue-and-white uniform steps into the Hall, and tags something on the Quest Board. It seems the selections for Quest#58 have been done...

Quest #58: Brothers-in-Arms

Participants:

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Guts Holla

, Level 23 1/3 Raider (Scubacarrot)

~

Eric

, Level 21 1/3 Raider (Khorne)

~

Nerwen Calmcacil

, Level 17 Shaman (Chromeknight) *Party Leader*

The note says that the party is to arrive at Fort Bonaparte within 24 hours.

[Palathadric]

In any case, we were discussing the gods.

Your god has a name but you do not share it? Are you afraid that I have heard the name or that I have not? But, deferring my questions with questions, you have had some training in sophistry it seems.

As to the gods, I know of many definitions.

The elvish sage Vronil suggests that a god is any immortal with power to manipulate the world. Since this would include elves, the definition might need refining. Argus of the Menhiri conversely says that to be considered a god, a being must not only exist, be a personality and have power to contemplate and change the world, but also interact with those in the world like ourselves. Other thinkers add the requirements that gods must be 'good' or be able to create from nothing. These seem overly restrictive, for who can know what good is when seen from the encompassing perspective of the immortal?

The gods are what my teachers would call a 'primitive concept'. Not meaning one held only by primitive people, but that the concept is in some ways irreducible, cannot be broken down to a list of more basic ideas. Everyone you ask would be able to give at least an attempt at describing what a god is, even avowed a-theists who insist there are no gods.

At the very least, any hero here can name a least a few gods and express their boundaries of authority.

So, taking Argus' outline, how would you deny those gods who have revealed themselves to elves and mortals?

"Do you believe that gods can be created? I'm sorry. There are so many questions before I answer, because it is a very vast topic, so I want to make sure we're both on the same page as to what we're discussing before we begin the discussion. And it seems you've been called out on a quest too, with Eric no less. Who is this 'Guts' fellow. By the name, I would figure it's the undead himself."

Wish I could answer more, but I've got to run.

[Fred Daniel Yam]

"Do you believe that gods can be created? I'm sorry. There are so many questions before I answer, because it is a very vast topic, so I want to make sure we're both on the same page as to what we're discussing before we begin the discussion. And it seems you've been called out on a quest too, with Eric no less. Who is this 'Guts' fellow. By the name, I would figure it's the undead himself."

Wish I could answer more, but I've got to run.

"You have got to be the worst Monk in the world. Gods CAN be created. Just that they are false."

[Scubacarrot]

Guts grabs the half empty bottle of wine and leaves the table, without saying another word. He did not need to check the Questing Board to know that he was chosen. They'd be stupid not to.

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen sees that Guts has left and that she has indeed been chosen to quest with him again. And the nord as well.

The cleric with whom she had been having an enjoyable discussion on theology had rushed off somewhere also. He was evasive that one, seemingly incapable of a straight answer.

Nerwen patted Boomingham on the shoulder.

I would like to have quested with you and your guardian angel. But it seems your gods have other plans for you.

Barty, see that he uses that mulled wine when it would be helpful, rather than simply drinking it for no gain.

William, Sorrow, De'kra, I am sure we will talk more later.

Thank you for the cookie Mizuki, keep your knives sharp!

With that, Nerwen stepped out, intending to collect some belongings before reporting to the island fort.

[Flare]

Current Quest #57 Sign-ups:

1. Thalion Dwinlas - Level 13 Mage (-obelix-)

2. Sorrow - Level 15 Assassin (Endgame)

3. Nagure - Level 14 Barbarian (Costy)

4. Nessa Anárion - Level 8 Ranger (herJJ)

5. Stigveladi Kötturin - Level 7 Mage (PsyKater)

6. "Sarge" Jon Mcency - Level 10.5 Rogue (Skyrimguy)

7. Monk Pretzel - Level 15 Cleric (Palathadric)

[Zepher]

Boomingham smiles sleepily at the elf as she leaves, but then her words register and he haltingly- crashing into tables and chairs- bumbles over to the quest board. He sees that he was not chosen, but his friends Guts and Eric were. He spits on the sign-up sheet, though he is careful enough to make sure that he does not spit on any of the names of people he actually respects. No use being angry with them for proving themselves worthy when he did not.

Boomingham lifts a quill and with a heavy and splotchy hand-writing sketches his name onto the Quest 57 sign-ups. He grumbles and returns to his seat. "Might be heading out with the young lasses and boys. Guess I'll have to teach them a thing or two."

Edited February 15, 2013 by Zepher

[Palathadric]

"You have got to be the worst Monk in the world. Gods CAN be created. Just that they are false."

"Well spoke, ranger! Many people create gods out of nothing but imagination!"

Being called out for the quest, the elf maiden departs from the hall, leaving me standing at the table with the undead.

The bald raider gets up, clearly frustrated that he lost the argument.

The fat knight gets up and spits at the quest board dangerously close to where my name is.

Clearly, he has not been chosen!

"Ah well, all is well that ends well."

I take my seat at Eric's table again.

"You know you have been called out on the latest quest. I would advise you hurry now before they think of replacing you."

[Wedge09]

Returning in the Hall, Alexander sees the choosen heroes for Quest 58 and decides to sign-up for Quest 57: Green and Gone.