Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Jebediahs]

"Greetings my friend. I did look for ye but you'd already traveled to your latest quest destitation. Fare well, I assume? My circumstances have been a bit unkind yet I still live. I spent some time communing with the stone in attempt to become a more enlightened member of society. Through my meditation I have decided against using physical violence to solve problems although I can't quite give up me spells. As a result it seems I've wasted away. With the loss of muscle, my balance is off so I'm not quite sure I'd fare well in a physical confrontation anyhow." Nur paused for a moment. "And my coinpurse has all but run dry."

[Zepher]

Boomingham laughs at or with his old traveling partner.

"Coin purse run dry? Certainly you can find someone to extort. I'll let you borrow a bit of gold if you give me that dagger at your side for collateral. Same deal you offered me back when we were dealing with the Bluehood." Boomingham chortles again.

[Jebediahs]

"Extortionist? Certainly not I. I shall decline yer deal and recover my losses through honest hard work. Also, due to my long meditation I've come to realize you're more of a scoundrel than I could ever be!" En Sabah Nur's bushy mustache raises indicating a smile.

[Zepher]

"Oh yes? I ran into your friendos, the Wolfgang on my last quest. Can't say that I was too taken with them last time, but this time around the chap seemed decent enough. They pulled the hood over my eyes last time, I'll give them that. We never did track down Natnail either..." Boomingham claps the mage on the back all of a sudden. A huge smile breaks over his face. "I'll tell you Nur, I thought you were going to go all Mr. Marvelo on me and I'd never see you again. Pleased to have you back, because, as you know I know, you can never trust a mage. What else has your medetation led you to? Are you ready to head out with us once more? Onwards and upwards?"

[Waterbrick Down]

Having finished his bowl of stew at the bar, Skrall turned around to survey the room. It seemed a few of the more senior heroes were returning to the hall and he noted Boomingham's presence across the hall engaged in conversation with a scruffy looking individual. Ordering three goblets and a flask of wine, the ogre made his way over to the pair. "Gentlemen, may I interest you in a drink?"

[Zepher]

Boomingham looks Skrall up and down cooly, but accepts the drink and raises it in a meager toast to his ally.

"You can nearly always interest me in a drink. How has the world been treating you, Ogre?"

[Waterbrick Down]

"With no more favor than it ever has, my lord. Got into a scrape with an ol' coot who thought she was goin' to be ascendin' to godhood or somethin' like that. Set her straight though, an' hopefully the world's a little less further from the edge of peril. And you?" Skrall poured the wine and handed each a goblet. "Say, is that my good friend Nur, hidin' under that shaggy exterior?"

Edited April 16, 2013 by Waterbrick Down

[Jebediahs]

"Oh yes? I ran into your friendos, the Wolfgang on my last quest. Can't say that I was too taken with them last time, but this time around the chap seemed decent enough. They pulled the hood over my eyes last time, I'll give them that. We never did track down Natnail either..." Boomingham claps the mage on the back all of a sudden. A huge smile breaks over his face. "I'll tell you Nur, I thought you were going to go all Mr. Marvelo on me and I'd never see you again. Pleased to have you back, because, as you know I know, you can never trust a mage. What else has your medetation led you to? Are you ready to head out with us once more? Onwards and upwards?"

"Ah, ya see! The Wolfgang are merely a misunderstood group of do-gooders whose acts of charity have been misconstrued to the public by the houses in power who wish to keep the weak and poor, weak and poor. I might find the time to venture off again. In fact-"

Skrall poured the wine and handed each a goblet. "Say, is that my good friend Nur, hidin' under that shaggy exterior?"

"Ho, tis I. Me gran' 'ad a bit of dwarf in 'er she did!" Nur grabs both ends of his beard and gives them a tug. "So ye have the title of 'God Killer' now? Nur whistles.

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall took a sip of the wine, "I guess you could say that. Now all I need is my flooring certification and I'll be good to go into business."

[Jebediahs]

Nur raises an eyebrow but chuckles and nods as if he understands. He sips the wine and grimaces so severely the wine spills into his beard. "Ye-uck. Never could tolerate this stuff."

[Waterbrick Down]

"It's an acquired taste, I suppose. So are either of ya fine gentlemen lookin' at signin' up fer one of the new quest postin's?"

[Scorpiox]

Nerwen gently moves the book from nearly under Haldor's feet on the table and slips it into Alexis' bag beside the table.

Stars shine on us, Master Haldor. I am Nerwen Calmcacil. A shaman, as you also appear to be. And from the north if your clothes are any indication. Do you know the for-edan Eric? I recently quested with him.

Do you know Mistress Nyx? indicating the other girl sitting at the table.

Speaking to Nyx she said You have been very quiet, was you last quest difficult?

"Aye, gods smile weakly and all that. Pleasure to meet you, miss. Yeah, I hail from the far north, a far less forgivin' place than we find ourselves in. Although I won't take a guess as to what 'for-edan' means, you could say that I know Eric, not too well, mind. Why, what's he done? That I do know Nyx also, she was one of the ones who went with us to stop that witch underneath the city, but I will say that it seems to have taken a worse toll on her than most. I believe she was rather close to some bloke involved."

Haldor looked around.

"So, whereabouts you from then?"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen smiled at Haldor's misinterpretation of her elvish greeting and casual disrespect for the gods. The swagger and mug of ale proclaimed his outlook as eloquently as his words. He was refreshingly straightforward after so many sneaking rogues. She answered warmly.

My apologies. For-edan is simply North-man in elvish. I sometimes lapse when speaking common. Eric has done nothing, I have not seen him since the end of our quest is all. We now own a ship together and I believe the other owner, the raider Guts, wanted to speak to him about it. But Guts has left on a quest now.

As to where I am from, I grew up at the White Towers in the low kingdoms. I stayed in an orcish refugee camp on the border of Ennon for a couple of decades then lived for a while in Harnram in Primovia, before it was sacked. I have travelled as far as Njago in the west and the Mistlands in the south. I have been north, but was not there very long and know little of the cold-dwellers.

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke returns to the Hall after a walk about the city. He sees Skrall and Boomingham sitting together having a drink and chat.

"Good day my friends!" Hoke says as he pats each of them on their backs.

[Masked Builder]

"Ah, okay then.

I was unare that you were interested in... indulign yourself in such manners. You never struck me as a seductress, Alexis."

I was, at the very least, questioning her choice... but it wasn't my place to assert my belief.

"I'm not sure I am either. It's just something I'm considering."

"That one is many a thing. Take care with her. Put one in me back once." Nur continues towards Boomingham. "Not only should you watch your back, but you should watch your backside as well! Who knows what she's liable to put in there!"

"Not really sure what you mean Nur. I can remember doing anything to you."

[Jebediahs]

"Not really sure what you mean Nur. I can remember doing anything to you."

"Curious. I thought all elves had long memories..."

"It's an acquired taste, I suppose. So are either of ya fine gentlemen lookin' at signin' up fer one of the new quest postin's?"

Nur shrugs before wringing his beard out on the table.

[Zepher]

Boomingham balks as Nur spits out the wine. He turns to the Ogre.

"Gods and goddesses. Bah. Just a bunch of crazy folks if you ask me. My last quest was tracking down a Frog. You know, the heroics sometimes seem rather meager around here. Looks like you at least did some good."

"I haven't given much thought to my next adventure. What are you considering, Ogre?"

Boomingham turns when Hoke arrives and greets him happily. He indicates a stool hoping the warrior would sit.

"Hoke! How are you? Has great big Olegia been treating you right?"

[Wedge09]

Alexander returns to the Hall after his tour in the Marketplace and sit at the bar with a drink.

[Pandora]

Speaking to Nyx she said You have been very quiet, was you last quest difficult?

Nyx turns, glassy eyed to Nerwen. She breathes a little before answering, as if trying to contain herself and almost manages to adopt a casual air.

"No, the quest itself wasn't difficult. Just a bunch of crazy people trying to destroy the world. Yet again. We killed them. Some very good people died, but people die in battle, and the fight was necessary."

That I do know Nyx also, she was one of the ones who went with us to stop that witch underneath the city, but I will say that it seems to have taken a worse toll on her than most. I believe she was rather close to some bloke involved."

Nyx shivers slightly as Haldor mentions 'some bloke', and she feels her heart swell in her chest, not with joy, but with pain.

"Yeah, some bloke" she mutters. She closes her eyes briefly and swallows, before smiling back at Nerwen.

"Nerwen, it is good to see you, I have missed your company greatly. You seem stronger, much stronger. It seems you, like I, have combined your magics with a greater force. Do I sense a hint of Barbarian about you now?"

[-obelix-]

Alexander returns to the Hall after his tour in the Marketplace and sit at the bar with a drink.

"Hello Alexander! I guess now would be a good time to offer you that drink I promised earlier..." Thalion get a small bottle of elvish wine out of his backpack and pours Alexander and himself a glass. "Have a sip and tell me what you think. It is from back home."

After a short pause he continued, "Can I ask you for a small loan of 50 gold?"

[Wedge09]

"Hello Thalion, a bottle of elvish wine? Great idea." smiled Alexander

When Thalion ask for a loan, Alexander darkens "50 gold, difficult thing." mumbles but immediatley he smiles and says: "I'm kidding, for a friend there is no problem." Then he give the 50 gold to Thalion.

[Endgame]

My eyes are downcast... memories from every age of my existence flood my mind, swirling around. Memories are either a blessing or a curse. They are the only trace left of good times, and the cruel harbinger of the bad.

"Alexis, look carefully at what lies down that path. I know you're somebody who gets invested in your relationships... But there is none of that in that profession. You are just a provider, someone who performs a service - some clients will even see you as not even that, just a tool. There is some pleasure, but there is also some sadness... they balance out. Your clients only will want your body. Not you. Trust me in this, I knew a Harlot..."

"Understatement of the CENTURY!"

"But it isn't my place to choose for you, nor to assert my beliefs. If what is down that path to you is desirable, by all means, pursue it."

[KotZ]

Kiray walks down the stairs, looking at the adventurerers hanging around, taking in all the sights. The trades, the secret dealings, the friendships being made and the enemies. She walks off to a table and sits down, her fingers gliding over the hilt of her sword.

[Waterbrick Down]

Boomingham balks as Nur spits out the wine. He turns to the Ogre.

"Gods and goddesses. Bah. Just a bunch of crazy folks if you ask me. My last quest was tracking down a Frog. You know, the heroics sometimes seem rather meager around here. Looks like you at least did some good."

"I haven't given much thought to my next adventure. What are you considering, Ogre?"

Boomingham turns when Hoke arrives and greets him happily. He indicates a stool hoping the warrior would sit.

"Hoke! How are you? Has great big Olegia been treating you right?"

"Considerin' helpin' out with the upcomin' festivities. Someone's goin' to have to watch over the bunch of healers. If not that one, might consider a bout in the fields. Plain busy work, that's what I need. A little less peril and more stability is what I'm thinkin'."

[Masked Builder]

"Curious. I thought all elves had long memories..."

"That we do, I had forgotten that as I was under some spell. Doesn't count in my book."

My eyes are downcast... memories from every age of my existence flood my mind, swirling around. Memories are either a blessing or a curse. They are the only trace left of good times, and the cruel harbinger of the bad.

"Alexis, look carefully at what lies down that path. I know you're somebody who gets invested in your relationships... But there is none of that in that profession. You are just a provider, someone who performs a service - some clients will even see you as not even that, just a tool. There is some pleasure, but there is also some sadness... they balance out. Your clients only will want your body. Not you. Trust me in this, I knew a Harlot..."

"Understatement of the CENTURY!"

"But it isn't my place to choose for you, nor to assert my beliefs. If what is down that path to you is desirable, by all means, pursue it."

"That's the thing though, both men have since walked out on me. I just don't know what I want. Maybe a quest will clear my mind."