Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Cutcobra]

Heckz looks around the hall and there were a lot of people he didn't recognize. One was an automaton who was getting picked on by what seemed an old man who had way too many bottles of rum. He starting eveasedropping on the conversation and he thought the words the old man said had to be very hurtfull to the humanoid who seemed made by the Ji Pei. "Excuse me but I don't think you'd like an orc telling you you're just a big sack of bones who has no feelings! Which right now you're," he said to the old man.

[Kintobor]

Karie finds herself back where she started, Heroica Hall. She had gone around in a circle. The nights cold was not worth fighting, but she didn't know how her friends would react after her explosion with Arnulf. She reluctantly makes her way back up to the front doors, hands quivering against her arms, looking for an ounce of warmth. She reaches one hand out and opens the hall doors.

She's still cold after her time outside, paler than she usually looks. Snow melts in her hair as she walks in, unfruitful from her journey in town. She quietly makes her way back to the bar, then returns to her round table in the corner with a plate of food and a tall glass of wine. She quickly begins devouring the warm roast beef and potatoes, and slugs the wine out of the bottle. It didn't matter what others saw her as. She was abused unwillingly by a man who made the worst out of the hand he was dealt, and took it out on people who were trying to make the best out of their lives.

And that hurt her most.

[Brickington]

Sir Brickington came in the hall. He wasn't in a happy mood at all. He went staight to the bar and got a Cabernet. It was against his belief to get drunk and he never did before but he felt like it now. To get away from the bar Sir Brickington went over to Karie's table. He looked at her, "Mind if I join you?"

[Kintobor]

Three empty bottles of liquor sat on the table, Karie leaning tipsily in her chair, her mask skewed. She noticed Brickington and straightened herself and stopped leaning in her chair.

"Hey! Bricky! I knew I'd find you! I... I was wondering if you could get me that bottle of alcohol you owe me? Falana wine for me please! Get what ever you feel like, chum!"

She was, in Layman's terms: Drunk.

[Brickington]

"Uh , sure." He noticed Karie acting little drunk. Sir Brickington got the waiter. "May I have some chicken wings and a Falana wine for the lady." He then turned to Karie to see if she could hold a conversation with him. "What do you think of this new quest?"

[Kintobor]

"Quest? Oh yes! Not a single hopeless romantic in sight! No Brickington, not one!"

Her smile fades.

"What's the Quest about again?"

Edited March 6, 2013 by Kintobor

[Shoker86]

" Hello Sir, Karie, may i join in?" Arnulf approached to familiar faces " Good fight sir Brickington, you almost got me, waiter round for everyone"

[Brickington]

"Hello, Arnulf! I lost you won, no excuses on my be-hath. But, I think you will have to ask Karie to join in. After all it is her table." Sir Brickington then looked at Karie. "The new quest is a citizen being followed. The pay isn't really much, it isn't about that. Is it?"

[Shoker86]

" May I join your table Karie" said Arnulf. He felt that cool nigt air had positive effect on Rogue. That's why he didn't chase her, when she ran away.

[Kintobor]

"Yay, sure, hold on Arnie, I'm just gonna ask... where did she go? I was just talking to her?" Karie looks about lazily, certain that she had company. "Ah well, her fault! Come, you will drink, and we won't argue about a Stealer of Salesmen! Here, have some more!"

Karie pours alcohol into Arnulf's already full glass. She appears to be half functioning in terms of her sense of surroundings.

"Citizen being followed eh? Perhaps by a secret admirer! I had a secret admirer once! He claimed to be some far off merchant who frequented the club! And then I told him I won't be anchored... to no stupid merchant, and his stupid ship!"

Karie dies of laughter before falling out of her chair. The bottles were beginning to pile up.

[Brickington]

Sir Brickington picks up Karie from the ground. He puts her back in her chair. He said in a coming voice, "Now, now no need to fall out like that." He now knew that she was completely drunk.

[Kintobor]

"*snort* Hehehe! Bricky, I'm okay... I'm okay." She sits up straight, but couldn't help but snicker. A broad smile came through as she began laughing hysterically.

"Okay, I don't do this often, but do you wanna see me perform?" Without waiting for a reply Karie stumbles out of her chair and onto the table, and then begins to slur out less of a song and more of a drunken, madcap tune.

"First you wiggle your tail!

Then you wiggle your snout!

Then you wiggle your rump!

Then shout it out!"

She wobbles precariously on the table, somehow managing not to spill any beverage, or knock over any empty bottles or plates. She continues to shout out the songs lyrics, who must have been written by

OOC: You've been warned, don't hit the link if you hate ponies.

OOC: I mean it! Don't hit the link!

Edited March 6, 2013 by Kintobor

[Cutcobra]

Heckz entered the bar to buy some drinks and talk with Arnulf or Brickington but he found himself looking at a comedy show made by Karie. "What is Miss Alderflask doing?" He said to Brickington.

[herrJJ]

This was not the first time Jeaux had someone say he wasn't human. People had often used terms like cold or callous to describe him and more than once treated him as if he were not even a person, but this was different. While most people meant those terms as insults, this elf almost seemed to be complimenting him. "That's an odd way to phrase your question but. I suppose I would say that I once was a ranger of the forest, and am now a hero of Heroica. Does that answer your query or is there something more specific you would like to know?" Jeaux felt like the elf was reaching for some sort of specific information, but he was unsure what it might be.

"I'm sorry for being this demanding but: no, not quite. I mean, when we first met I looked into your face. Or at least I thought so. But what I saw was... distracting and calming all together. You are special, you are no normal human being... and I really need to know what exactly you are. If you don't want to tell it's ok, so nearly everyone here is hiding something back. I simply HAVE to know it." Nessa put a lot of emphasis on that last phrase and hoped to get an answer. It was more important than the stranger and even she by herself knew at this moment.

[Capt.JohnPaul]

QM Note: herrJJ, sorry, I can't believe I didn't see the reference to 'sir.' Anyways, sign-ups will close at about 6 o'clock East coast time in the USA.

[herrJJ]

QM Note: herrJJ, sorry, I can't believe I didn't see the reference to 'sir.' Anyways, sign-ups will close at about 6 o'clock East coast time in the USA.

OOC: Oh man, now you made me laugh hard

Thanks for clarification

[Brickington]

Brickington looked at Heckz. "I have no clue."

[joeshmoe554]

Jeaux's face was eclipsed by a dark shadow. The shadow spread over his entire form until every visible part of his wooden frame was no longer the eggshell white it had once been, but as dark as night. The automaton spoke again, with a slightly different tone to his voice, "Forget it deary, that pancake is one muffin short of a baker's dozen. Can you believe he still thinks he's made of squishy bits and smelly stuff. I've seen people try to tell him otherwise time and time again, but when you're as much in denial as him, you're basically stuck up river without a paddle. As to your question, this body is a toy, a trick used by me back in the day during my act. You see, I was the great Nilrem the magnificent"

As the automaton said this, he made a grand over-exaggerated gesture with his arms.

"and this puppet was part of my stage act. It was pretty cool, I'd saw him in half and then recarve his torso from some new wood, really quite impressive. I was all the rage at kid's birthdays. Bought him from a junk merchant for 2 gold and a chicken head, never thought I'd find myself stuck inside him, or the better part of myself in any case, but that's life ain't it. One minute you're a great stage magician and the next you're a doll. Now what's up with ya?"

[Shoker86]

"*snort* Hehehe! Bricky, I'm okay... I'm okay." She sits up straight, but couldn't help but snicker. A broad smile came through as she began laughing hysterically.

"Okay, I don't do this often, but do you wanna see me perform?" Without waiting for a reply Karie stumbles out of her chair and onto the table, and then begins to slur out less of a song and more of a drunken, madcap tune.

"First you wiggle your tail!

Then you wiggle your snout!

Then you wiggle your rump!

Then shout it out!"

She wobbles precariously on the table, somehow managing not to spill any beverage, or knock over any empty bottles or plates. She continues to shout out the songs lyrics, who must have been written by

OOC: You've been warned, don't hit the link if you hate ponies.

OOC: I mean it! Don't hit the link!

"Heroes await me

My enemies ride fast

Knowing not this ride's their last

Saddle my horse as I drink my last ale

Bow string and steel will prevail

High and mighty alone we are kings

Whirlwinds of fire we ride

Providence brought us the crown and the ring

Covered with blood and our pride" Arnulf started to sing one of his favorite tunes

[Kintobor]

"No, no, here's the one I always enjoyed!"

She straightens herself and begins to sing.

"Always look on the bright side of life!

Always look on the bright side of life!"

She continues to sing the rest of the song, encouraging others to join her, her voice reaching the farthest end of the hall.

[Shoker86]

Song was to catchy for Arnuf to pass it. He started whistling and joined Karie in full voice "Always look on bright side of life"

[Kintobor]

"If life seems jolly rotten,

there's something you've forgotten,

and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing!

When your feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps!

Just purse your lips and whistle- that's the thing!"

She begins to tipsily dance by herself on the table.

[herrJJ]

Jeaux's face was eclipsed by a dark shadow. The shadow spread over his entire form until every visible part of his wooden frame was no longer the eggshell white it had once been, but as dark as night. The automaton spoke again, with a slightly different tone to his voice, "Forget it deary, that pancake is one muffin short of a baker's dozen. Can you believe he still thinks he's made of squishy bits and smelly stuff. I've seen people try to tell him otherwise time and time again, but when you're as much in denial as him, you're basically stuck up river without a paddle. As to your question, this body is a toy, a trick used by me back in the day during my act. You see, I was the great Nilrem the magnificent"

As the automaton said this, he made a grand over-exaggerated gesture with his arms.

"and this puppet was part of my stage act. It was pretty cool, I'd saw him in half and then recarve his torso from some new wood, really quite impressive. I was all the rage at kid's birthdays. Bought him from a junk merchant for 2 gold and a chicken head, never thought I'd find myself stuck inside him, or the better part of myself in any case, but that's life ain't it. One minute you're a great stage magician and the next you're a doll. Now what's up with ya?"

Nessa was shocked by the tone of the words her counterpart had in his voice. She slightly understood what everything was about. She also had a notion of what was going on inside that strangers. Returning to a calmer state she said: "I'm not sure if I understand but it seems to me, that you also have a driven story. I feel more comfortable now that I know what I have to know. My name is Nessa Anárion, as you my profession is ranger."

"I don't know what I can do for you, I do not have any experience in these things. Perhaps if you talked about it with someone it may help?"

"You once offered me some help - I guess. Or at least an ear though you certainly had something different in mind."

"Is someone bothering you?"

"As to answer your question that staid in my mind: yes, there is someone bothering me... or at least something." And Nessa told a part of her story that seemed to told to the stranger.

Which can be read here: http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showuser=32797

@joeschmoe554: I will also add some more soon here

After that part of the story (which likely felt like a flash back) Nessa continued: "Now I had a goal to reach. I wanted to hunt down this foul thief at any price. I swore vengeance - and this became my fate.

I tried to remember everything I’ve seen. There was a small person with a quite strange hat holding a wand or anything like this in his hand. I followed him, but due to my lacking skills of pathfinding I lost my target in the woods. But I didn’t forget my pledge. So I travelled through the land, saw vast plains, great lakes and icy mountains. But there was no sign of that villain. At the southern end of the Waldurk Forrest, near the Mountains of Nathuz I heard some rumors about a small being travelling the area. So I finally had a hint."

"Quite a time after that all happened I arrived in Drandora when the sun set down. Though its size was not very impressive it was a crowded place. I never really had much contact to other livings though. I indeed learned the universal language but I haven’t used it in a while. I even haven’t spoken in a while, too. I decided to visit the local inn to get something to know about my target. I entered that old, run-down building and hid in a corner. Suddenly a new group of hiker entered the inn. They were loud and disgusting. They ordered some mugs of beer and as the night approached they got drunk, and louder… and even more disgusting. I overheard their conversation. They talked about a little guy they saw rushing off the beaten path. Now they got my attention! “Weh, an’ d’ you rememb’r dat li’l guy f’om yes’erday? Oooooh, ‘e wazz such a cutie. Wit’ his li’l hat and ‘is li’l stick an’ dat glow’n stone… Eeeeh, barsh’eper - mo’ beer here!” Did I hear it right? Were they talking about the thief? I became impatient. I took my belongings and got on my way. I had a trail and I was willing to get back what is mine.

That was a couple of days before I arrived here: and what should I say - I've found him, err, her. Indeed the dwarf I was hunting was female. We had a strong argue but there was something more. She in some way was very kind to me... like a mother..." By these last words Nessa's eyes filled with tears and she stopped talking knowing that not everything had been said. Also her facial expression was indicating this.

[Pyrovisionary]

An black exclamation point appeared on the smooth, featureless surface that composed Jeaux's face. "I beg your pardon! The fact that I have demonstrate tact in my interactions, something that obviously escapes yourself, does not make me wooden as you say."

"I meant with fire not the.. Wossaname... Personality. If i were to set fire to you, would I need whale oil?!" Sarge staggers for a bit. Waiting for the note of who was chosen for the next quest. Most like the past 3 quests he had signed up for, he expected to be declined. Discrimination of the lower classes that is. Stupid aristocats, stealing our quests!

Edited March 6, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[joeshmoe554]

"I meant with fire not the.. Wossaname... Personality. If i were to set fire to you, would I need whale oil?!"

"Naw I'm about as flammable as a wet piece of ice. I treated this dummy with an asbestos based stain years ago. Darn thing kept going up in flames every time I tried to do the ring of fire routine. Then the automation would screw up and he'd start setting the guests on fire, it was hell on my insurance and didn't help score many referrals either. I figured making him a bit more flame retardant was probably a good investment."

...

That was a couple of days before I arrived here: and what should I say - I've found him, err, her. Indeed the dwarf I was hunting was female. We had a strong argue but there was something more. She in some way was very kind to me... like a mother..." By these last words Nessa's eyes filled with tears and she stopped talking knowing that not everything had been said. Also her facial expression was indicating this.

"Wow, them's the breaks I guess. This is a bit outside my area of expertise so I'm gonna tag out and let Mr. Mopey pants handle this one."

Jeaux's appearance began to shift back to the off-white it had been before. He looked at the female elf and could see the pain in her eyes. He had once heard someone remark that it was better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all, but at the moment, that hardly seemed the case. Jeaux may not remember his past, or the people he had once been close to, but at least he did not have to feel the pain of their loss that so many others experienced.

"Losing your family must have been hard on you, and losing that last link to your mother doubly so, but you've found the gem and the one who stole it. Shouldn't that bring you some level of comfort?"

Edited March 6, 2013 by joeshmoe554