Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pandora]

Some time spent in quiet contemplation by the fire helped. She needed the warmth, and the gentle and unobtrusive company Hoke provided was a salve for her. His attention to the fire brought back some of the warmth inside too, and she finds herself smiling at him. She gets up, temporarily, to grab another bottle of brandy from the bar, ignoring Scheherezade's reproachful look, and returns by way of the quest board.

"Thank Hel I wasn't chosen after all." she thinks to herself, considering how it would have set her back in the development of the arts she wished to master. "No more signing up for stuff drunk" she thinks to herself with an emphatic (and mildly painful) nod "I thought I gave that up a long time ago."

She meanders her way back to her comfy chair by the fire near Hoke, taking gentle sips from her bottle. She sees Nerwen chatting with a bald man across the room, and although she's glad to see her, Nyx senses she probably shouldn't interrupt the pair.

[CMP]

Atramor glances up at the man who enters the hall, notes silently he's been chosen for his next Quest, and glances at his bottle, draining the last sip of rum without hesitation. He looked between Nyx and Haldor, briefly considering saying a goodbye, but ultimately, he decided against it, standing and exiting the hall, walking down a familiar path to the Invision Guildhouse.

[Scorpiox]

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.

Haldor raised his tankard along with the military veteran. "Yeah, here's to sanity. We have our sense and judgement, even if we're devoid of anything else. I know Skrall, he's wise about many aspects of the world, poor beggar's lived through a good lot of it. But one thing I don't understand; Arthur's been parading around with Lexie for a good while now, proclaimin' his undyin' love or whatever bollocks at every turn, yet apparently he needs advice on love from a haggared old ogre? Perhaps so, maybe he'd learn that stealing your former friend's girl isn't on in this little band. Althior, that was his name (a good friend of mine, don't know where he got to), it took most of my charm and wit to convince him to stay in the city after everyone's chum Arthur stepped in to get some of it after they'd had a row. Typical really, Alexis was so crushed by the ordeal she turned to anyone who would help, and the scumbag himself took advantage for a bit of lovin' that no-one else was mad enough to touch with a barge pole."

The nord sighed.

"You see, it's hard to find someone he hasn't done over in this organisation, if I were a Veteran, I'd have him out on the double. A real slimy bastard, if I ever knew one. Oh, and Haldor's the name. Haldor Skovgaard, but don't trouble yourself on the surname, pleasure to meet someone so... relatable."

"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."

The conversation was interupted by the arrival of a strange man. Although appearing strange and foreign on the outside, it didn't take the nord long to see through the facade.

"Nur! Wondered where you'd been hiding lately. What's this then? Begging for cash from your old friends? 'Weathered traveller', my big behind. I'd call you a liar and cheat, if I didn't know you so well. Looks like you've gone downhill since we last met."

[Jebediahs]

The conversation was interupted by the arrival of a strange man. Although appearing strange and foreign on the outside, it didn't take the nord long to see through the facade.

"Nur! Wondered where you'd been hiding lately. What's this then? Begging for cash from your old friends? 'Weathered traveller', my big behind. I'd call you a liar and cheat, if I didn't know you so well. Looks like you've gone downhill since we last met."

Nur pats his dust laden cloak and lets out a cough or two. "Tee hee! Aye, tis me. Thought I'd learned more about disguisin' from that Dozenhands fellow. Seems I could use a bit more practice." He coughed again and stroked his beard.

"I spent quite a bit of time in deep meditation. Communing with nature and increasing my ether pool. Learned a new trick." Nur removed the glove from his hand before retrieving the dagger Sangriste. He moved it to his stone arm and made a small cut on his gloveless palm. Sprinkling a bit of dirt from his cloak on the wound, Nur's hands glowed green as he healed himself.

"Gaia's an impressive lass she is. The power of her kisses make almost anything possible. Now, what's this about your woman bein' stolen? Struttin' about with another with no regard for your feelings. How could Jess do this to you?"

[Flipz]

Haldor raised his tankard along with the military veteran. "Yeah, here's to sanity. We have our sense and judgement, even if we're devoid of anything else. I know Skrall, he's wise about many aspects of the world, poor beggar's lived through a good lot of it. But one thing I don't understand; Arthur's been parading around with Lexie for a good while now, proclaimin' his undyin' love or whatever bollocks at every turn, yet apparently he needs advice on love from a haggared old ogre? Perhaps so, maybe he'd learn that stealing your former friend's girl isn't on in this little band. Althior, that was his name (a good friend of mine, don't know where he got to), it took most of my charm and wit to convince him to stay in the city after everyone's chum Arthur stepped in to get some of it after they'd had a row. Typical really, Alexis was so crushed by the ordeal she turned to anyone who would help, and the scumbag himself took advantage for a bit of lovin' that no-one else was mad enough to touch with a barge pole."

The nord sighed.

"You see, it's hard to find someone he hasn't done over in this organisation, if I were a Veteran, I'd have him out on the double. A real slimy bastard, if I ever knew one. Oh, and Haldor's the name. Haldor Skovgaard, but don't trouble yourself on the surname, pleasure to meet someone so... relatable."

Despite Arthur's best efforts to ignore him, the Nord continued railing on the Sorcerer. Even in conversation with others, the Nord seemed to deliberately raise his voice to make sure the Sorcerer heard him. Arthur had had enough. He climbs atop a table, his voice ringing through the entire Hall, too loud to ignore. "I guess you don't believe in learning from other people's wisdom, do you? And as if you've never asked for dating advice since you started seeing Jess? You hypocrite, every word you level against me is a condemnation against yourself. You have no right to judge anyone else--no one does. We've all made mistakes. Many of us, terrible ones. I know not what secrets lie in your past, but I know you are a moral, fallible man, just like any other--just like me. Maybe that's why you can't stand me--I remind you of you, don't I? Well I, at least, acknowledge my mistakes, and try to learn from them. I paid a terrible price for my sins with Wren, and I will continue to pay for it every day for the rest of my life. Do you honestly think I don't miss Hans and Felton and Gray and Bal as much as you do? That I am not torn in two by Triad's death every single night as I lie in bed, vainly seeking sleep? I am no Minstrel, the regret I felt and showed down in that temple, up on that hillside where our friends are buried, I could never fake. Seeing the price I've paid, watching me learn my lesson and fight at their side, most people would be willing to forgive my mistakes and accept my reticence. But for some reason, you do not. Hell, Atramor hates me just as much as you, maybe more than you, and I doubt Nyx or Cronk hold any regard for me. But they, at least, have the decency to keep their damn mouths shut and let me serve my penance, through the daily hell of living."

"Bottom line: you said if you were a Veteran, you'd kick me out. Fine. But until then, just shut up and leave me the hell alone. You have every right to hate me as much as you want, but you have no right to cast aspersions toward me or anyone else in this Hall. No one does."

[UsernameMDM]

Satisfied with the thermal dynamics of the fire, Hoke leaned the poker against the hearth and grabbed Vintul. He watched Nyx return with another bottle and hoped she wasn't overdoing it, but he remembered that strong drink is for those in pain. Her face was still full of pain, so he watched her sit to make sure she found her seat and turned back to Vintul. He unsheathed the blade and examined it in the fire light. The impressive blade survived the entire battle with Wren and her minions with narry a scratch. He had used the blade more to channel his etherial powers than to fight with it. He looked it over one more time and dug out a small oil flask and rag for his pouch. He wiped the blade down and returned it to its scabbard. Leaning back in his chair he pull the small leather pouch that was hanging around his neck and dumped its precious contents into his hand. He rolled the small silvery black sphere around his palm and let it settle in the center. He closed his eyes and let it speak to him...

Edited April 7, 2013 by UsernameMDM

[Waterbrick Down]

"Regulus, sit yerself down. Before I have a mind to sit ya down myself. Every man is free to his opinion, and sometime that opinion is gonna hurt when it's spoken out loud. That's all part of what comes from mistakes. I understand what you did, but that doesn't mean I approved of it and as much as ya'd like to change it, one man's mistake may rightfully be viewed as another's willingful intent to do harm. If you can't accept that part and the shame it brings with it, then don't go yellin' at others for callin' it what it was. Yer on the road to makin' things right, but don't think ya've made it to the end yet Arthur." Skrall picked up his tankard and moved over to the bar for another.

[Pyrovisionary]

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Ooc: this may seem a bit harsh but I accidentally deleted the last comment then saved it...

Sarge turns to the sorcerer. "A word of advice from my time in the army for ya' lad, keep yer head down, mouth shut, and do only as the party leader tells you. We've all made mistakes, some more so than others. So If you want to be a good little Hero wero, stop being so clingy! Move the hell on."

Edited April 7, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[The Legonater]

Dyric merely sighed, too exhausted from their constant arguing - and with the news from his brother - to intercede again.

[Scubacarrot]

The raider stands up. He smiles faintly, and says to Nerwen: "It seems duty calls... I'll speak to you when I get back, if you're here. Stay safe." He starts walking away, then turns back, and adds: "Oh, and I promised some copper to a kid to warn me if anything goes on with the ship." The faint smile still there, he walks on, nodding to Skrall, Dyric and Haldor as he walks past. When he comes to Arthur, who is blocking the path after his tyrade, his smile turns into a smirk, before going on, bumping into the sorcerer as he walked past, Guts mumbled: "You might be quick to forgive your own mistakes, but that doesn't mean that others will. Sleep light, kid."

With that, the Raider had left the Hall once more.

Edited April 7, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Scorpiox]

Despite Arthur's best efforts to ignore him, the Nord continued railing on the Sorcerer. Even in conversation with others, the Nord seemed to deliberately raise his voice to make sure the Sorcerer heard him. Arthur had had enough. He climbs atop a table, his voice ringing through the entire Hall, too loud to ignore. "I guess you don't believe in learning from other people's wisdom, do you? And as if you've never asked for dating advice since you started seeing Jess? You hypocrite, every word you level against me is a condemnation against yourself. You have no right to judge anyone else--no one does. We've all made mistakes. Many of us, terrible ones. I know not what secrets lie in your past, but I know you are a moral, fallible man, just like any other--just like me. Maybe that's why you can't stand me--I remind you of you, don't I? Well I, at least, acknowledge my mistakes, and try to learn from them. I paid a terrible price for my sins with Wren, and I will continue to pay for it every day for the rest of my life. Do you honestly think I don't miss Hans and Felton and Gray and Bal as much as you do? That I am not torn in two by Triad's death every single night as I lie in bed, vainly seeking sleep? I am no Minstrel, the regret I felt and showed down in that temple, up on that hillside where our friends are buried, I could never fake. Seeing the price I've paid, watching me learn my lesson and fight at their side, most people would be willing to forgive my mistakes and accept my reticence. But for some reason, you do not. Hell, Atramor hates me just as much as you, maybe more than you, and I doubt Nyx or Cronk hold any regard for me. But they, at least, have the decency to keep their damn mouths shut and let me serve my penance, through the daily hell of living."

"Bottom line: you said if you were a Veteran, you'd kick me out. Fine. But until then, just shut up and leave me the hell alone. You have every right to hate me as much as you want, but you have no right to cast aspersions toward me or anyone else in this Hall. No one does."

Haldor turned, more annoyed than anything else.

"You know, boy, you shouldn't eavesdrop, maybe you'll be less offended by things you don't have to hear. Get off the table, before you start pissing Scheherazade off. First off, let's not pretend that you know anything about real people's relationships, but supposing that it was any of your damn buisness, no, I've never asked anyone about dating advice whilst prancing around declaring your infatuation, not that this has any correllation with the situation. And to put second, you don't know what the hell you're preaching about. Hypocrisy, I wonder who is the one spouting that out in the room? You've just judged me, sunshine, so nice work on your self-righteous speech. I accept mistakes readily as they come, but I fail to see what I ever did in our long torturous battle against the witch. any blinding, unaccepted ones that I made. I will also make it clear that nothing you do now is a reflection of myself, I was never like you, nor am I now. You see, I think it too great a step to downright betray my friends in a dire situation such as that one, but you clearly are not burdened with the same moral code. Oh, and while we're at it, shall we discuss learning from our mistakes? You should have done so in the Valley of Ennoc, realised your stupidity, but yet you continued; too blind or too stupid to rectify your mistakes, despite the many chances you came accross. Shame that other, better people had to pay for it, eh? And as one final, bitter truth to finish this now; your last point is utter, utter bollocks."

The nord winked, and turned away towards the rest of the hall.

"Sorry about that, mates, some people just don't get real life."

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge starts counting profits from ticket sales for the argument.

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall ordered another tankard of ale from Scheherazade and a bowl of stew. "So was it pretty much like this when Heroica first started?"

[Flipz]

"Regulus, sit yerself down. Before I have a mind to sit ya down myself. Every man is free to his opinion, and sometime that opinion is gonna hurt when it's spoken out loud. That's all part of what comes from mistakes. I understand what you did, but that doesn't mean I approved of it and as much as ya'd like to change it, one man's mistake may rightfully be viewed as another's willingful intent to do harm. If you can't accept that part and the shame it brings with it, then don't go yellin' at others for callin' it what it was. Yer on the road to makin' things right, but don't think ya've made it to the end yet Arthur." Skrall picked up his tankard and moved over to the bar for another.

"Not rightfully. No man may judge another's motives. None are fit to judge someone else's path. All we have right to decide is what path we ourselves walk in the time we possess." Nevertheless, Arthur's tone was quieter, calmer, than it had been.

Sarge turns to the sorcerer. "A word of advice from my time in the army for ya' lad, keep yer head down, mouth shut, and do only as the party leader tells you. We've all made mistakes, some more so than others. So If you want to be a good little Hero wero, stop being so clingy! Move the hell on."

"That's a step short from slavery. I can't stand for that. Free will is too important to sacrifice."

When he comes to Arthur, who is blocking the path after his tyrade, his smile turns into a smirk, before going on, bumping into the sorcerer as he walked past, Guts mumbled: "You might be quick to forgive your own mistakes, but that doesn't mean that others will. Sleep light, kid."

With that, the Raider had left the Hall once more.

"Despite my forgiveness of theirs?" he says to thin air. "Then it's true. No good deed goes unpunished. Better I had died a monster instead of trying to live a Hero. Hard to tell which one's worse."

Arthur made to leave the Hall, but before he could reach the doors, Haldor interfered once more.

"You know, boy, you shouldn't eavesdrop, maybe you'll be less offended by things you don't have to hear. Get off the table, before you start pissing Scheherazade off. First off, let's not pretend that you know anything about real people's relationships, but supposing that it was any of your damn buisness, no, I've never asked anyone about dating advice whilst prancing around declaring your infatuation, not that this has any correllation with the situation. And to put second, you don't know what the hell you're preaching about. Hypocrisy, I wonder who is the one spouting that out in the room? You've just judged me, sunshine, so nice work on your self-righteous speech. I accept mistakes readily as they come, but I fail to see what I ever did in our long torturous battle against the witch. any blinding, unaccepted ones that I made. I will also make it clear that nothing you do now is a reflection of myself, I was never like you, nor am I now. You see, I think it too great a step to downright betray my friends in a dire situation such as that one, but you clearly are not burdened with the same moral code. Oh, and while we're at it, shall we discuss learning from our mistakes? You should have done so in the Valley of Ennoc, realised your stupidity, but yet you continued; too blind or too stupid to rectify your mistakes, despite the many chances you came accross. Shame that other, better people had to pay for it, eh? And as one final, bitter truth to finish this now; your last point is utter, utter bollocks."

"Hard not to overhear when you won't shut up about me, raising your voice, trying to provoke me. Restraint can only hold the temper in check so far."

Arthur stops, holds up his hands, closes his eyes, and takes a deep, calming breath. His tone was one of control. He would not be the one to break the Nord's restraint.

"There's no shame in seeking advice, ever. That's all the point I was trying to make. And as for my supposed hypocrisy: People earn their fate. By sharing your judgement of me, you earned repayment in kind. The point remains, you can't say you've never made mistakes, either, Nord, which leaves you no grounds to condemn anyone else for theirs."

"And let's get one thing straight: what I did down in that temple was no more betrayal than what you did for those vampires in that back alley. I've read the records. You're no better than me. By no means are you worse, but you aren't any better, either. No one is better than anyone else."

"Beneath this Hall, I honestly stood by my beliefs. Were they the wrong ones? Probably. But I stood by them. That makes me a misguided fool, not a traitor. Yes, I get it, I f*cking KNOW that the dead were better people than I am. I owe them a debt, a debt to learn, to become better. To make sure the sacrifice they made on my behalf was not in vain. I don't suppose that trying to do that counts for anything in your book?"

"You really don't understand me, do you? All right. Let me lay it out, plain and simple. All beings are equal. Every one of them. All beings have made mistakes, and therefore are in no position to judge any other beings. All beings have a right to their opinions, but they do not have the right to use those opinions to harm others without direct and due cause. Everyone must make their own choices, walk their own path. No one has the right to interfere in that unless and until that path directly counteracts their own goals or harms someone, or unless they are invited or challenged to interfere. No one. Does that mean people will walk the 'wrong' path sometimes? Yes. But until they threaten others, they must be left to discover this on their own."

Arthur took another step towards the Hall doors, half wondering if the Nord would have some grating reply or if he would just attack outright. Half wondering if he would momentarily find an arrow buried in his skull. Half wishing it would happen.

[The Legonater]

Weary of the argument - and in need of target practice - I turn and yell across the hall to Scheherazade.

Hey, would you mind setting up some bottles or glasses up on the bar table?

[Jebediahs]

Nur's eyes widened with delight at the heroes of the Hall. He pulled out a cob of corn and gave it a zap with a topaz charged finger. The corn made a sort of popping sound and Nur munched gleefully while he enjoyed the show. He had been away from the Hall too long.

[Chromeknight]

The raider stands up. He smiles faintly, and says to Nerwen: "It seems duty calls... I'll speak to you when I get back, if you're here. Stay safe." He starts walking away, then turns back, and adds: "Oh, and I promised some copper to a kid to warn me if anything goes on with the ship."

Stay safe also, raider.

Replied Nerwen, though she had little reason to be concerned. After al, had she not seen his ferocity in combat? And his recklessness and determination. No doubt he would go into unsafe situations. And no doubt he would walk out the other side, barely scratched.

As Guts left Nerwen looked around the hall. A boy wizard was on a table shouting, an ogre behind him placating him. Others were variously listening, arguing or ignoring him. She decided to do the same and pulled out parchment from her bag to begin writing a letter.

[Scorpiox]

"Not rightfully. No man may judge another's motives. None are fit to judge someone else's path. All we have right to decide is what path we ourselves walk in the time we possess." Nevertheless, Arthur's tone was quieter, calmer, than it had been.

"That's a step short from slavery. I can't stand for that. Free will is too important to sacrifice."

"Despite my forgiveness of theirs?" he says to thin air. "Then it's true. No good deed goes unpunished. Better I had died a monster instead of trying to live a Hero. Hard to tell which one's worse."

Arthur made to leave the Hall, but before he could reach the doors, Haldor interfered once more.

"Hard not to overhear when you won't shut up about me, raising your voice, trying to provoke me. Restraint can only hold the temper in check so far."

Arthur stops, holds up his hands, closes his eyes, and takes a deep, calming breath. His tone was one of control. He would not be the one to break the Nord's restraint.

"There's no shame in seeking advice, ever. That's all the point I was trying to make. And as for my supposed hypocrisy: People earn their fate. By sharing your judgement of me, you earned repayment in kind. The point remains, you can't say you've never made mistakes, either, Nord, which leaves you no grounds to condemn anyone else for theirs."

"And let's get one thing straight: what I did down in that temple was no more betrayal than what you did for those vampires in that back alley. I've read the records. You're no better than me. By no means are you worse, but you aren't any better, either. No one is better than anyone else."

"Beneath this Hall, I honestly stood by my beliefs. Were they the wrong ones? Probably. But I stood by them. That makes me a misguided fool, not a traitor. Yes, I get it, I f*cking KNOW that the dead were better people than I am. I owe them a debt, a debt to learn, to become better. To make sure the sacrifice they made on my behalf was not in vain. I don't suppose that trying to do that counts for anything in your book?"

"You really don't understand me, do you? All right. Let me lay it out, plain and simple. All beings are equal. Every one of them. All beings have made mistakes, and therefore are in no position to judge any other beings. All beings have a right to their opinions, but they do not have the right to use those opinions to harm others without direct and due cause. Everyone must make their own choices, walk their own path. No one has the right to interfere in that unless and until that path directly counteracts their own goals or harms someone, or unless they are invited or challenged to interfere. No one. Does that mean people will walk the 'wrong' path sometimes? Yes. But until they threaten others, they must be left to discover this on their own."

Arthur took another step towards the Hall doors, half wondering if the Nord would have some grating reply or if he would just attack outright. Half wondering if he would momentarily find an arrow buried in his skull. Half wishing it would happen.

Much of Haldor's irritance had abated, but he wasn't finished yet.

"No, this ain't a court or trial we find ourselves in, I am not here to ponder on the ideas of human decency and the fairness of life. What you did that quest was hateful, selfish and ruined my faith in you, that is set in stone. But I see how you turned quickly after, and I know first-hand of the witch's powers of persuasian...I do not place you wholely in blame, but that does not put me any closer to forgivin' you. I will not kill you for this, and that is your reward, but nothin' changes. I do not stand before you clean of sin, but such a thing I have never claimed neither. What happened with the vampires, as you so apparently read, is far removed from the events of Zoot's temple. The vampires are sacred to me, and were posin' no threat to anyone other than the quarry they hunted; they are noble creatures, and should not be killed, that is the truth as I fairly stated then. The contrast is obvious, you bretrayed us by refusin' to fight the creature that stood ready to destroy the city, such a thing I would never do."

The nord gradually became less hard as he progressed, and perhaps there was a glimmer of understanding in his eye.

"I know, I cannot take judgement in you, not with the guilt that I also hide. Perhaps I will share it with you, but you will truly have to prove your worth to me first. I could not find it in my self to forgive what you did, but there are other ways to come to terms with things."

[Flipz]

"In truth? I did not think she would do it. I did not think she would be able to go through with it, to truly destroy. I thought that both she and Chaos could be redeemed. And I arrogantly assumed I would be the one to do both."

"Perhaps it's fitting that you can't forgive me...perhaps a truth I refuse to realize. Perhaps I'm seeking the forgiveness of others...because I can't find it in me to forgive myself."

A glance at upturned hands, a quickly averted gaze, a fading rush of blue...and Arthur was no longer in the Hall.

Edited April 7, 2013 by Flipz

[Pyrovisionary]

"That's a step short from slavery. I can't stand for that. Free will is too important to sacrifice."

"It's not slavery, it's called being a soldier. Your free will must be to do as the party leader says. Else you're gonna screw up again. Your free will, killed the wrong people. Your free will, got you into this mess. Think hard on what I've said lad." Sarge turns back to Haldor, and says; "Are vampires really sacred to the nords?"

Edited April 8, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Scorpiox]

Haldor blinked as Arthur disappeared. Saying nothing, he instead waved for yet another drink and downed it as soon as it arrived.

"It's not slavery, it's called being a soldier. Your free will must be to do as the party leader says. Else you're gonna screw up again. Your free will, killed the wrong people. Your free will, got you into this mess. Think hard on what I've said lad." Sarge turns back to Haldor, and says; "Are vampires really sacred to the nords?"

"Aye, that they are. To us, they are known as the Valkir, brave warriors chosen by the gods to act as their agents on the mortal world. In the the times of old, they would arrive at the scenes of great battles and take the blood of fallen warriors, easin' their spirits' passin's onto the halls of Valhalla. They are noble creatures, and killing one is a sacrilege against Wartan himself. I admit, these southern vampires are a little rougher, and perhaps more lawless, but they are kin of the old Valkir and should be revered as such. That ain't too hard to understand."

[Sandy]

~Two new quests have been posted on the Quest Board (#65 by Waterbrick Down and #66 by Sandy)!~

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge signs up for quest 65 and 66.

Edited April 8, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[UsernameMDM]

The arguments and conversations of the Hall were distant specks of inaudible noise in Hoke's mind. He couldn't even feel the warmth of the flames anymore. The dark sphere spoke to him. The whispers were sometimes seductive, sometimes pleading, but always urgent. In a clear conscience moment, Hoke jerked his open palm upward into a closed fist. 'Not yet,' he thought to himself. The remaining whispers died away as he squeezed the orb and then he replaced it into the pouch tied around his neck. Tucking the pouch back into his shirt, Hoke looked up and saw a few new quests pinned to the Questboard

Hoke signs up for Quest #66.

[Scorpiox]

Haldor shook his head from side to side.

"I need some air, and some space. Perhaps a quest can help me clear my head; something nice and simple will do me good, how about this one?"

The nord signs his name on the notice for Quest #65 in a loose scrawl.

"Kicking some layabouts out of an inn? Seems clean enough, and with luck I'll be back in time for Najdelena- wait was that right?"

Edited April 8, 2013 by Scorpiox