Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Endgame]

"Don't be so quick to dismiss them. Mistakes will be made, misunderstandings will occur. Though I sometimes deny it, even a dead heart loves..."

[Scorpiox]

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.

"Not at all, I've managed to shake off most of the old nordic, but I can see why you'd rather not do the same. Languages are useful, some tongues just don't have the words you need to get your point accross. A ship, eh? Bet that'll come in handy. Never liked them much meself, don't trust walking on somethin' that can't stay still between your feet. Wouldn't have made much of a raider if I'd stayed up there, not that pillagin' was much to my tastes anyhow. A fair fight's a fair fight, but attacking people who can't fight back... that ain't much of a sport."

Haldor ran a hand through his hair.

"Refugee camp? Sounds pretty rough, and sacking, that's not nice either. I bet you've seen an aweful lot in your years, not that I'll guess how many you have. With me, I left home and came straight as south as I could, took me several years, but got here in the end. I wonder sometimes if I wouldn't have been better off straying away from the road, and settling down in a nice village somewhere, instead of this unending duty of ours to protect the weak and suchlike; things could have been so much easier. Even now, there's not much point going back, no-one's waiting for me, I left all that behind. Mother, she died when I was young, father was one of the lads, cared more for his axeblade than me. Friends, there weren't many, and I doubt that any would still remember. Gods know, the clan could be all but burnt to the ground in the nigh on seven years I've been gone. I knew a girl... Gerdur she was, things could have been so different if I'd stayed... damn, probably dead by now anyway. Wouldn't be proper for me to go on thinking about other women so near to that theater trip I've been invited on."

"What about you, got any family waiting?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge see's a familiar... Face "Aah, Sorrow... How have you been since charis?"

[Endgame]

"Dethroned a tyrant bent on world domination... then saved a frog. Heroica offers a variety of experiences."

Edited April 16, 2013 by Endgame

[Zepher]

Boomingham's eyes light up at Skrall's answer.

"Festivities?! You'll all have to excuse me!"

Boomingham plops off his stool waddles over to the Quest Board. He quickly peruses the quests. With a grin, he signs up for Quest 66.

"A party. Can't say no to a party. I used to throw the grandest balls when I was King," he mutters to himself. Barty zips in the door and dumps a huge number of scrolls into Boomingham's hand.

"What is this?"

"I changed the shopping list just a little bit. You'll thank me. These will be useful."

Boomingham growls at the little pest, but Barty waggles a finger and suddenly lowers his voice. "Lawrence, have you talked to Nyx yet?"

"Nyx is here?! Haven't seen her."

The little angel points over at Nyx, slouched sadly in a corner next to Nerwen and Haldor. With a swing in his step, Boomingham makes his way over.

"Howdy there, little lady. Mind if an old King buys you a drink? All I ask in return is a little kiss on the cheek."

[Waterbrick Down]

"What do ya say Nur? Up fer another romp with the ol' wolf gang?"

[Jebediahs]

Nur's left upper lip raised in a slight snarl of disgust. "I suppose...though I hope I don't have to taste any more wine. I will assign my name later. Now, I wish to eat."

[-obelix-]

"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.

Thalion smiled, "You are an evil, evil man... Thank you very much! You'll see, next time we fight I will provide a much different (and better!) support. Lets finish this wine, and then I'll introduce you to some new friends of mine".

After they finished the wine, Thalion went over to the bar, got 5 drinks and led Alexander to Arnulf and his companions to introduced them, "Hello again gentlemen! Allow me to introduce you to a friend of mine, Alexander. Alexander these are masters Arnulf, an old friend of mine, Sarge and Brickington."

[Waterbrick Down]

Nur's left upper lip raised in a slight snarl of disgust. "I suppose...though I hope I don't have to taste any more wine. I will assign my name later. Now, I wish to eat."

"Not unless we'll have to catch Steerpike by testin' the refreshments ourselves." Skrall left the the sage and made his way down the stairs and signed his name up for Quest 66. "Probably could use a good heavy like myself, 'sides I'm sure Patricia'd be glad to see my ugly mug again."

[Pandora]

As Nyx hears the familiar voice, her head spins round, wide-eyed and soulful. For a moment it looks like she's struggling to speak, but then seems to give up before standing up and flinging her arms around the very surprised old 'king'. She just holds him tightly, eyes screwed up, but small, silent tears still managing to escape.

She doesn't sob, she doesn't wail. She makes no noise, before seeming to realise her surroundings and letting go, running her fingers under her eyes as she moves back. She gathers herself, aware of the spectacle she's making, and forces a weak smile.

"Larry.." she almost breathes. A long pause.

"Yes. Yes, please. I'd love a drink, thank you. Choose anything." and her smile seems warmer as she leans in to lightly peck him him the cheek. "It's really good to have you back."

[Zepher]

Boomingham blushes - a rare sight.

"Two flaming gumballs!" he cries over to the bar. Little Barty hovers over Nyx's head reassuringly.

"Well now, Mlle. Nyx, if you'd greeted me that way first time around we may have hit it off back then instead of waiting until we had to schlep across the desert together." Boomingham nods with a huge grin at Nerwen and Haldor. "Seems like you've been through quite a bit. Who must I slay to make things right? Hopefully no one in the Hall. That could get bloody, though I'm sure the two of us could take them." Boomingham winks, but his smile slips a little as he sees the tears hovering at the edge of her lashes.

[Shoker86]

"My name is Arnulf Bishop, triple fast beer drinking champion, lord protector of wenches, nice to meet you you mister Alexander" Arnul bowed to the elf. "Tell me, how did you get in this noble land?"

[Pandora]

Nyx smiles the warmest smile since her return to the Hall. Nerwen on one side and Larry here too! And with little Barty as well! It was almost too much to stop the tears from just flowing, but this time with so much more hope in her heart. This was why she came to the Hall, the true friends. They had no idea how much they helped, how grateful she was. The dreadful cold feeling of abandonment was now overshadowed with warm friendship. The only way she could repay them was with friendship too.

The pain was still there, but so much better.

"No, no slaying required Larry. It's all... it's just a load of silliness, really. You know I've always been a slave to my emotions." she looks at him again, trying to keep the teardrops at bay, ashamed to explain. She turns to accept her drink, closing her eyes and drawing on the ridiculous straw. She looks up at him again, controlling herself.

"Where have you been? What great and noble deeds have you been accomplishing this time, old man?" she tries a laugh at the end, some of which is actually genuine.

[The Legonater]

I wander back into the Hall, as exhausted as I ever have been. Still, there's been no sleep since the events several weeks ago. It takes far too long to orient myself with the lighting and surroundings of the hall.

Eventually it becomes clear that my brother, Arthur, is gone. I consider asking Alexis about this, but she seems busy. I walk up to the group nonetheless - I desperately needed something to keep my concentration - and nod in greeting to Alexis and Haldor.

[Masked Builder]

"Hello Dyric, what have you been up to?"

[The Legonater]

Wandering mostly. Looking for odd jobs. Ways to help people. Nothing big has come up. Nothing I'm skilled in, anyways. Ha, used to be a royal guard, now I can't even find work. What kind of heroes are we? We may do the work, but either people don't notice or it just makes things worse. People die. People will always die. They have, so many have... Good people died...

I look around, and see a few odd stares. I sigh deeply.

I'm sorry about that. It's just... I haven't gotten any sleep since the Temple of Zoot. No matter what I do, I haven't gotten any sleep. I smile a little. I think I'm going nuts.

[Endgame]

I nod to the new assasin who enters the room. I take note of the two, both having more experience then me in heroics.

"Ah, hello there. Dyric, is it?"

[Masked Builder]

"That seems to be going around. I haven't slept much myself. Nor can I say any from our party really have."

[The Legonater]

"That seems to be going around. I haven't slept much myself. Nor can I say any from our party really have."

I think again of the seemingly-disappeared Arthur, and nod sadly.

I nod to the new assasin who enters the room. I take note of the two, both having more experience then me in heroics.

"Ah, hello there. Dyric, is it?"

I smile lightly. So, I guess people have heard of my after all. Yeah, I'm Dyric. Who are you?

[Endgame]

"The name is Sorrow. Though I fear my recent endeavors aren't exactly as... impressionable as yours. Went from overthrowing dictators in two lands to saving a frog..."

[The Legonater]

Saving a frog is more of an entitlement than you seem to think. I've known some good frogs - I was with Skrall and the group that rescued Sir. Poletad from his imprisonment.

[Shoker86]

"Thalion, how the shopping went, did you buy all you needed? What happened to that girl who followed you around caravan? "

[Endgame]

"Perhaps. To think there is a paladin order of the small fellows... This world gets stranger every day, but more twisted too, I fear."

[The Legonater]

I linger slightly on Sorrow's last few words. If only you knew.

[Endgame]

"Well, the hall ins't really at its perkiest right now... but who can you really blame? Day by day, this seems to be less of a hall of champions and more of a gathering of broken souls, trying to find their way in this world... All just broken souls. Such is life, I suppose. And you can definitely count me in the club... the stains of time have put more wear on my soul then I would ever like to admit to. Even Olegaia seems to be suffering the same fate. All of these conspiraces, plots, uprisings; when will Olegaia just collapse upon itself? Your quest is a prime example of it... Hell, there is even a genocide going down on Northern Uland, orchestrated by mollusks no less. It is getting out of hand."