Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pyrovisionary]

"Not to mention," Arthur said, unable to completely ignore Atramor's remark,"that Wren sealed all of the other entrances herself to keep us from getting down there."

"You needn't worry. There's only one feasible way to get back to that temple now, and you're standing on it." Arthur taps the floor with the tip of his sword. "Back on Grogmas day, we busted through this to get to the Temple--the Hall sits directly on top of it, you know. It's tough to break through, but doable. In that sense, we really are Eubric's last defense."

Sarge Stares at arthur as he continues to ignore him, failing to answer sarge's question: "And who might you be"

And so instead, he asks: " Do You happen to be carrying a pick axe and a grimoire suitable of summoning zoot by any chance?"

[Scorpiox]

Alexis sighs. "Yes I do wonder where Jess has gotten off too. It's been some time as you said. I personally, would think it rather rude if it were me. I think she's a bit young too."

Haldor grasped a nearby flagon and tossed it in the direction of Sarge, before continuing with his conversation.

"What would you say that I do then? I can't sit around for the rest of my life waiting for her to return. She wasn't here when I needed her, just having returned from the temple. She didn't even care to show her face, through all we've been against together, she didn't think it pertinent to greet me home after nearly having my head kicked in trying to save the city. We nearly died, Alexis, and she still hasn't showed up, I...I can't live that life."

He sighed.

"Besides, who said it was a date? A girl has invited me to the... theatre - whatever that is, some kind of play house ain't it? -, what's wrong with that? If Jess turns up and objects on the day, well she can shove off, she's never thought of taking me out anywhere herself."

The nord surpressed a grin, and took another long drink for good measure.

[Flipz]

Atramor nearly rolled his eyes as Arthur joined the conversation. "Always out to ruin the fun, huh, mate?"

Arthur did his best to ignore the Witch. It wouldn't do to re-ignite old enmity, not now.

'Solid'? I'd almost think those things were made out of pure iron. I still want to know how they counterstrike.

"My guess? Whatever magic lets the Veterans protect us from death also protects our Hall. It's more than likely that our unconscious bodies would somehow Counterstrike those who attempt to administer a coup de gras."

Edited March 31, 2013 by Flipz

[Scubacarrot]

"Besides, who said it was a date? A girl has invited me to the... theatre - whatever that is, some kind of play house ain't it? -, what's wrong with that?"

"I couldn't help but overhear. Make no mistake, Haldor Skovgaard, you're being asked on a date." Guts said with a small grin.

[The Legonater]

" Do You happen to be carrying a pick axe and a grimoire suitable of summoning zoot by any chance?"

Is that a joke? Because it isn't funny. People a lot more honorable than anyone in this room have died because of thoughts like those.

[Flipz]

Sarge Stares at arthur as he continues to ignore him, failing to answer sarge's question: "And who might you be"

And so instead, he asks: " Do You happen to be carrying a pick axe and a grimoire suitable of summoning zoot by any chance?"

"I have neither, and if I did I would be consulting with other Heroes on ways to contain it. I'd rather destroy Zoot himself, but I'll settle for making sure some idiot can't summon him here. Also, you're disrespecting the tremendous sacrifices made to save all of you from that terrible fate. You'd best think through your words more carefully."

Edited March 31, 2013 by Flipz

[Waterbrick Down]

"Not yet, but she might be of help with that heroing. Thanks again, for your help. I would offer you a look on board, but I don't know if the walking plank will hold you, no offense. Just acquired her a few days ago, you see..."

Skrall chuckled. He had no intention of finding out how deep the Eurbic Harbor was, so he bid farewell to Guts at the end of the gangplank and continued on his way to wander the streets of Eubric.

"Probably wouldn't be so bad," he thought to himself, "life on a ship and all that..."

[Pyrovisionary]

Is that a joke? Because it isn't funny. People a lot more honorable than anyone in this room have died because of thoughts like those.

Sarge ignores the annoyed child's petty attempt at sarcasm, and pride in achievements creating a demanded for respect. (Don't deny it!) So he turns to Arthur, who actually seems to own a sense of humour, and understand, the complex theory of the pun.

"I have neither, and if I did I would be consulting with other Heroes on ways to contain it. I'd rather destroy Zoot himself, but I'll settle for making sure some idiot can't summon him here. Also, you're disrespecting the tremendous sacrifices made to save all of you from that terrible fate. You'd best think through your words more carefully."

Sarge shrugs. "Live a little. Or you'll end up doing the exact same ****ing thing over and over again, 'cept you'll believe it'll be different next time. Now that, that's insanity. Me gob aint no Trollditz (Pun on colditz) I'm a soldier, not a lawyer So tell me about this wren saga.?" Edited March 31, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Masked Builder]

Haldor grasped a nearby flagon and tossed it in the direction of Sarge, before continuing with his conversation.

"What would you say that I do then? I can't sit around for the rest of my life waiting for her to return. She wasn't here when I needed her, just having returned from the temple. She didn't even care to show her face, through all we've been against together, she didn't think it pertinent to greet me home after nearly having my head kicked in trying to save the city. We nearly died, Alexis, and she still hasn't showed up, I...I can't live that life."

He sighed.

"Besides, who said it was a date? A girl has invited me to the... theatre - whatever that is, some kind of play house ain't it? -, what's wrong with that? If Jess turns up and objects on the day, well she can shove off, she's never thought of taking me out anywhere herself."

The nord surpressed a grin, and took another long drink for good measure.

"Well if that's the way you feel, I would do it. What ever this," Alexis looks Guts over. "Man says it's your life."

[Scorpiox]

"I couldn't help but overhear. Make no mistake, Haldor Skovgaard, you're being asked on a date." Guts said with a small grin.

"Is that what passes for courtship down here? Back home, a play was something watched with a pint of ale in the mead hall with your shield-brothers after a hunt. Hmph, these customs never cease to surprise me, I thought I was being invited to share a beer and listen to tales of great battles by the firelight. Guess that mixes things up a little."

"Well if that's the way you feel, I would do it. What ever this," Alexis looks Guts over. "Man says it's your life."

"Thank you, miss. I might well give it a try. If what Guts says is true, I could use some companionship right now. It's not like I'll see Jess ever again in these parts, is it? Damn, she hasn't even been back to our room, judging by the fact that the mess is still how I ruined it months ago."

Haldor flung himself back into a seat and produced a bone comb from inside his belt.

[The Legonater]

Sarge ignores the annoyed child's petty attempt at sarcasm, and pride in achievements creating a demanded for respect. (Don't deny it!) So he turns to Arthur, who actually seems to own a sense of humour, and understand, the complex theory of the pun.

OOC: I rarely make solely OOC posts. but just for the record, that was neither sarcasm nor a demand for respect.

[Flipz]

Sarge ignores the annoyed child's petty attempt at sarcasm, and pride in achievements creating a demanded for respect. (Don't deny it!) So he turns to Arthur, who actually seems to own a sense of humour, and understand, the complex theory of the pun.

Sarge shrugs. "Live a little. Or you'll end up doing the exact same ****ing thing over and over again, 'cept you'll believe it'll be different next time. Now that, that's insanity. Me gob aint no Trollditz (Pun on colditz) I'm a soldier, not a lawyer So tell me about this wren saga.?"

Arthur stands so quickly his chair falls behind him with a loud clatter. "How dare you? Good men, men better than any of us here, have died fighting Wren, stopping Chaos from overrunning all. I buried one of the most noble beings ever to walk this earth because I was too delusional and short-sighted to see what Chaos would do to the world." Arthur yanks off his glove and pulls the bandage from his hand, revealing a jagged, pulsating scar running from his palm up the side of his wrist, terminating two-thirds of the way to his elbow. "Zoot is not something to be trifled with. This! This is the price for presuming one can outmatch his power! And I got off light compared to Hans, to Gnash, to Passion..." Arthur bends down and retrieves his glove, wrapping his scar once more before pulling the glove over it again. A deadly calmness befalls his tone as he began to speak: "A team of sixteen Heroes set out to stop Wren. We saved the world from utter destruction. I was one of them. I do not ask your respect. I do not deserve it. But I demand respect for our honored dead. They have earned that much."

[Pyrovisionary]

OOC: I rarely make solely OOC posts. but just for the record, that was neither sarcasm nor a demand for respect.

Ooc: Well then I misinterpreted that. Ah who cares, sarge is pretty stupid anyway.

[The Legonater]

"A team of sixteen Heroes set out to stop Wren. We saved the world from utter destruction. I was one of them. I do not ask your respect. I do not deserve it. But I demand respect for our honored dead. They have earned that much."

OOC: For Skyrimguy's reference, this is basically what Dyric was saying.

Dyric's hand grasps an arrow, infuriated at the old man's insolence.

Brother, if anything goes down, I'm right beside you.

[Scorpiox]

Haldor interupted his hair-combing to jump to his feet, attempting to stop anything from kicking-off.

"Oh for pity's sake! Put your bow down, Dyric, let's not have any pub brawls now, the last thing we need is a load of flipping tables. This man -" The nord gestured towards Sarge. "- is clearly a fool, an idiotic one at that, but that don't mean that you should shoot him. Remember, we're all heroes here, admittedly some less than others, and we don't fight each other. Save it for the arena, or lay off. Perhaps it would be a good idea for someone to put regulations in about the standard of membership, but it ain't your place to go rooting out the less worthy."

The shaman tossed a nearby chicken leg to his friend.

"Here, shoot this instead. Or, you know, eat it."

At this, Haldor began to resume his personal grooming, he would have to look perfect for the upcoming 'date'.

Edited March 31, 2013 by Scorpiox

[The Legonater]

I sigh, irritated with myself. I haven't been able to catch any sleep since the battle with Wren, and have become restless, disorganized. I needed to find something to do.

[UsernameMDM]

"As long as the Hall's around - and its floorboards stay solid - I wouldn't worry about it."

"So I guess you want me to stay out of the basement," Hoke says with a wink.

[CMP]

Atramor chuckled. "Aye. Nobody should be down there anymore. Quite the safety hazard."

[Scubacarrot]

Guts leaned back in his chair, this was the hall alright, an old man and a silly looking mage shouting at each other, snippy comments all around him, lovelife troubles... The sooner a quest would be posted, the better, for someone was about to get hurt, one way or the other. He sighed, and wondered where some of his earliest companions in Heroica where off to. Sarick, the snakeman, who disappeared after the mission under Eubric, Dak, the kid who he had taken a liking to, and hadn't seen in a long time, and Nerwen, who he had seen a week or so before, but was now nowhere to be seen as well. Then another thought occured, one that worried him far more than the fate of the others, why did he care?

"Well if that's the way you feel, I would do it. What ever this," Alexis looks Guts over. "Man says it's your life."

Guts chuckled at the girl's words and the look she gave him: "Not pleased by my appearance, girl? I would cover it with a scarf, but been there, done that."

The older man mumbled to Haldor: "Don't expect too much from the play, if it's anything like the ones in the South, it's going to be pompous garbage. "

Edited March 31, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Flipz]

Arthur still stood, his fingers itching for a gemstone, but carefully keeping his urges in check. "Do not test me again, old man," he tells the Rogue.

I sigh, irritated with myself. I haven't been able to catch any sleep since the battle with Wren, and have become restless, disorganized. I needed to find something to do.

"Care for a bout in the Arena? I have a few purchases to make, and then I will join you there."

Edited April 1, 2013 by Flipz

[Masked Builder]

Guts chuckled at the girl's words and the look she gave him: "Not pleased by my appearance, girl? I would cover it with a scarf, but been there, done that."

"No it's not that." Alexis pauses. "More like trying to decide what to make of you."

[The Legonater]

"Care for a bout in the Arena? I have a few purchases to make, and then I will join you there."

I normally dislike the arena, but if I don't do something I'm afraid I'll strangle someone in my sleep. Once I get some. Sure, I'll meet you there.

[LordoftheNoobs]

"Attention people, uh... Please. I would find it very corking if one of ye fine fellows and fellowettes could lend me a paltry 150 gold, so that I may purchase one of Elphaba's fine gems and imbue it into me weapon. I swear to pay ye back as soon as I complete me first quest (or I get enough money later, whatever); Gnome's honour!"

With that, Grimwald looked hopefully around the room at everybody there, grinning.

[CorneliusMurdock]

Cronk did not want to return to the hall. The temptation was too great. He'd been sober for a long time but he ached for an ale more now than he had when he'd lived in the gutter.

Nor did he feel like company. Cronk loved his friends but sometimes an Orc just had to be alone. Perhaps he should not have gone on the quest. The toll was heavy and Cronk did not know when or if he could recover from it.

There was only one thing Cronk could think to do. He walked back to the fresh graves of his friends. He sat on the ground and haltingly began to play the flute. He did not think of his brother, nor of the reason for his brother's death. He did not think of all the sadness of the recent quest. He poured all his attention into playing and thought of nothing for a long time.

[Scubacarrot]

"If anyone's got any spare gems, I'd be willing to buy them for lower than Elphaba's prices, one of each, and no aquamarines, opals or amethysts."