Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

The raider looked up from his book when he heard a mage giving the man gold. Guts opened his mouth to say something mocking the young man, but decided against it. If he was smart, he wouldn't have become a mage in the first place. There was no cure for stupidity, not yet, anyway.

[Waterbrick Down]

Sarge, bored with not killing anyone, looked round the hall. He suddenly sees Skrall and falls off of his chair. "O-o-o-ogre!" He stuttered "Y-y-ya friend or foe Big guy?"

Skrall glanced over at the man before retorting back, "Depends which one pays more!"

[Jebediahs]

Against his better judgement, Arthur passes the old man 70 Gold. "Use it well," he says simply.

"Thank ye, me boy. May whatever gods ye worship send ye blessings, ten fold!"

[Sandy]

~Scheherazade has some new rumours to share!~

[Shoker86]

Arnulf signs up for quest #64

[Pyrovisionary]

Skrall glanced over at the man before retorting back, "Depends which one pays more!"

Sarge sighs in relief. "Sorry, It's just, I've had alot of trouble with your... People. What brings an Ogre to heroica?"

[Waterbrick Down]

"Short-term employment that turned into a habit. I've dabbled in a good number of occupations in my time and heroing was about as low as I could sink. Mind if I sit?" The ogre motioned to a chair at the rogues table.

[Pyrovisionary]

"Short-term employment that turned into a habit. I've dabbled in a good number of occupations in my time and heroing was about as low as I could sink. Mind if I sit?" The ogre motioned to a chair at the rogues table.

Sarge laughs at skralls remark about heroing and pushes out second chair from under the table for skrall to sit on. " Good way to put it. I see it as a long term pension fund raiser, although I'm technically already retired. Last job was to find a stalker, and stop 'im. But 'e did dat 'imself, and put a knife to 'is own throat. Funny what these youngsters will do for love these days. When I was a boy you climbed the tower and stole the maiden. But I can't complain. If it were still that way I'd be out of a job. You ever been in love?"

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall took a sip of his ale, "Haven't all beings if they live long enough?"

Edited April 6, 2013 by Waterbrick Down

[Flipz]

Skrall took a sip of his ale, "Haven't all beings if they live long enough?"

"Any advice?" he asks, pulling up his own chair.

[Scorpiox]

"Any advice?" he asks, pulling up his own chair.

Haldor hung back against a post, drinking from a tankard. He remarked to himself:

"Gods, for all the supposed knowledge this runt holds, he sure is a dense one. Guess it'd be wishful thinking to hope he'd shut up, before he runs his mouth off and assures everyone of his inexperiance. What was that quote again? Oh, 'Better to stay quiet and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.' Think that's what old Abe used to say, anyhow."

[Waterbrick Down]

"Any advice?" he asks, pulling up his own chair.

"Make sure ya know the difference 'tween bein' in love with someone and lovin' that someone."

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke remained by the fire, strategically poking the embers and logs when the flames and heat seemed to die down too much. There were several conversations going in the Hall, but it seemed to all pertain to personal business. Hoke raised his hand to summon a server and ordered a meal and drink.

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen returned from the marketplace. She had not bought anything with the money from selling the sword, she was uncertain about what the future held.

Guts was back in his usual corner, except that rather than being surrounded by bottles, he had open books covering the table.

She took a drink from the bar and sat down in front of him.

'Quel re, Master Holla. Learning a new trade? Are you leaving Heroica?

Edited April 7, 2013 by Chromeknight

[Scubacarrot]

Guts slowly closed the book in front of him. "Nerwen, I thought you might have been avoiding me. Since we got that ship, I thought it would be best to use it as best we can. Don't know if these books are helping much though, I was never one for theory. What is it you want to do with the ship, it's yours for one third."

[Jebediahs]

Hoke remained by the fire, strategically poking the embers and logs when the flames and heat seemed to die down too much. There were several conversations going in the Hall, but it seemed to all pertain to personal business. Hoke raised his hand to summon a server and ordered a meal and drink.

"My my. Quite the strapping young man we 'ave 'ere. Yer sword arm looks mighty strong. Strong enough to stop t'ievin' orc mercenaries or to dispose of deranged witches, hmmm? Must 'ave picked up quite a bit of gold along yer adventures. Would ye mind sparin' a bit of yer coin with a wobbly ole timer?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Skrall took a sip of his ale, "Haven't all beings if they live long enough?"

Sarge facepalms, why did everyone have to be so flipping philosophical. It wasn't a bleeding competition.

As Arthur joins the conversation, Sarge gets up and walks over to Haldor, who he had been talking to earlier. As he hobbles over hehears the remark:

"Gods, for all the supposed knowledge this runt holds, he sure is a dense one. Guess it'd be wishful thinking to hope he'd shut up, before he runs his mouth off and assures everyone of his inexperiance. What was that quote again? Oh, 'Better to stay quiet and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.' Think that's what old Abe used to say, anyhow."

Sarge nods in agreement, and laughs a little. "Quite so. You ever met anyone like him before heroica?"

[Scorpiox]

Sarge nods in agreement, and laughs a little. "Quite so. You ever met anyone like him before heroica?"

"Every town has its pretentious bastards, but none of this degree." Haldor pointed with his ale. "I've known that particular one for a long time now, and he never once shut up about chaos and order, as if every damn thing in the world fell into those two catagories. There was no chance for him, everything was bloody fated to happen. It all came to a head last quest, when we were battlin' for the fate of the city underneath this very hall. Once we were nearing the close, the irremediable cad downright betrayed us for his supposed nutjob 'goddess'. A lot of good people died that day, and all because of him, if he hadn't been so pious and self-centred, better people than him would still be livin'." The nord looked Sarge in the eye, with an extremely serious face. "He's also bloody annoying, and has a stupid stubbly grinning face." At this point, Haldor burst out laughing and nearly choked on his beer.

"Ya' seem like a sensible chap, what's your name, besides your rank?"

[Chromeknight]

She replied gently to him

I have not been avoiding you. I had some religious observances that I needed to attend to. And then I...

Nerwen pauses, seemingly embarrassed.

...I got lost in the latest story circulating the markets, about a group of precocious children in a school, killing each other trying to find those who are possessed.

But I have laid that aside. As for the ship, I had given no thought as to what to use it for. I understand it is a valuable thing, but after the events at the fort, I cannot imagine Lord Neron would be pleased having us skip lightly across his domain.

Edited April 7, 2013 by Chromeknight

[Scubacarrot]

The raider lifts an eyebrow.

"That sounds... horrible. Exorcists are everywhere these days, and half of them actually do something. Demons must be purged, but such measures... Anyway, I can't imagine the Mistress and Lord of the sea would take offense at us, as long as we make the proper sacrifices. If everyone that killed a Bonaparte would be sucked to the ocean floor, there would be a lot less pirates out there."

Guts sits back: "I thought you were perhaps still angry over what happened under Eubric. Tell me something, do you believe that Prophet's predictions? Mine has not come true, and I can't imagine it will."

[Masked Builder]

A man walks in and posts a list on the quest board.

Chosen Heroes for Quest #63:

Guts Holla (Scubacarrot)

Ellaria Arbour (Sandy)

Atramor Gibbin (CallMePie)

Report to Victoria Vries at the Invision Guild House for your assignment.

[Pyrovisionary]

"Every town has its pretentious bastards, but none of this degree." Haldor pointed with his ale. "I've known that particular one for a long time now, and he never once shut up about chaos and order, as if every damn thing in the world fell into those two catagories. There was no chance for him, everything was bloody fated to happen. It all came to a head last quest, when we were battlin' for the fate of the city underneath this very hall. Once we were nearing the close, the irremediable cad downright betrayed us for his supposed nutjob 'goddess'. A lot of good people died that day, and all because of him, if he hadn't been so pious and self-centred, better people than him would still be livin'." The nord looked Sarge in the eye, with an extremely serious face. "He's also bloody annoying, and has a stupid stubbly grinning face." At this point, Haldor burst out laughing and nearly choked on his beer.

"Ya' seem like a sensible chap, what's your name, besides your rank?"

Sarge laughs with Haldor, he was right about Arthur sarge thought.

"I'm...." Sarge hesitated, he was so used to just saying sarge. "Jon Mcency. And you're not to bad either. Those bastards are usually called bards or Artists as they call themselves. Imagine him, A minstrel But town bards don't stab ye in the back. We'd tie ours up whenever we 'ad a banquet. Maybe ya' should do the same next time ya' go on a quest with him. Now it seems he's getting love advice from an ogre. No offence intended. " Sarge lifts a tankard of cold water, a remedy for a hangover it seemed, and raised it towards Haldor. " Here's to sanity nord!" Sarge downs his cup. "Funny story: I once told that one..." He indicates arthur "...the meaning of insanity, he went slightly madder. Must ha' been denial, that's a sign I think.... I didn't catch your name?"

Sarge liked the nord, he could take a joke and didn't have his head in the clouds.

Edited April 7, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[UsernameMDM]

"My my. Quite the strapping young man we 'ave 'ere. Yer sword arm looks mighty strong. Strong enough to stop t'ievin' orc mercenaries or to dispose of deranged witches, hmmm? Must 'ave picked up quite a bit of gold along yer adventures. Would ye mind sparin' a bit of yer coin with a wobbly ole timer?"

Hoke looks up as the crusty old man addresses him and then looks back to the fire.

"Arthur just gave you a good amount of gold, and you sold a mythril shard to a rogue recently. I'd say you're not in need of any gold. Sign up for a quest or other employment if you desire gold," Hoke said coolly but not unfriendly.

Edited April 7, 2013 by UsernameMDM

[Jebediahs]

"But,but...my disguise! And, and...I'm too old and useless for questing...Very well then. Sorry for disturbing you, good day." The rickety old man makes his way to Haldor and Sarge. He laughs along with them as if he was a part of their merriment.

"Ho ho, gentlemen. Spare a gold piece or two for a weathered traveler? It seems I have failed to figure out this game called 'Life' as well as you lads." He looks at Sarge's leg. "I can perform minor miraculous feats. Maybe reduce an ache or two in exchange for a pittance. I used to be able to sing for tips but me voice 'as gone raspy and me throat closes up when I try."

[Pyrovisionary]

"Ho ho, gentlemen. Spare a gold piece or two for a weathered traveler? It seems I have failed to figure out this game called 'Life' as well as you lads." He looks at Sarge's leg. "I can perform minor miraculous feats. Maybe reduce an ache or two in exchange for a pittance. I used to be able to sing for tips but me voice 'as gone raspy and me throat closes up when I try."

Sarge says "Wait a moment." to Haldor then turns to the false beggar, he looks him up and down, says "Bugger off fraud." and sits back down again. "So you were saying?" He says to haldor.

Edited April 7, 2013 by Skyrimguy