Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pyrovisionary]

Alexandre graciously sits. "It's slow, we need more knights back in the Hall. That dwarf appears to want to join, but I guess Sir Sarge and I are going over the membership application. I guess we don't have a concrete plan yet. We just need quests where we can crush them. But some people," Alexandre glances around, "like Althior, just try and ruin it. No task is impossible."

"I'd say we add another rank. Recruit. They're a sort of member. But in training. "

[Scorpiox]

Alexandre graciously sits. "It's slow, we need more knights back in the Hall. That dwarf appears to want to join, but I guess Sir Sarge and I are going over the membership application. I guess we don't have a concrete plan yet. We just need quests where we can crush them. But some people," Alexandre glances around, "like Althior, just try and ruin it. No task is impossible."

"Aye, if it means that much to you, then you've got a good chance of succeeding if you put your mind to it. I'm not going to pick a team until I have to, 'cause they say there are two sides to every story. The only members of the wolfgang I've come across are the grunts - no better than common criminals really, it's obvious that very few of them actually know what they're fighting for - and a brief encounter with the one and only Donny Dozenhands. He told me and two others than the wolfgang was gonna change how things work in this city, and the attack on the recent ball seems to support this idea that a storm's coming to Eubric... we best be ready when it hits."

Tarn entered the Hall again. Being on the lush island of Nova Tertia and the culmination of a successful Quest had sparked the young raider's wanderlust and he had sailed around many of the surrounding islands for a while before coming back to the Hall. He spied several new Quests on the Questboard but was immediately drawn to one. Tarn signed his name against Quest#75: Falling Stars. The failure of his previous mission there and the fact that they had lost Jun had weighed heavily on him, and with a positive outing as a Raider in his last Quest he felt that he could take on this new challenge, and hopefully find the young Ji Pei safe and well.

He then sat down at a table, ordered a drink and looked around for any familiar faces.

Haldor looks over to see Tarn sitting alone at a table and calls over to him.

"Tarn! Come and join us at this table, unless you'd rather lie back there on your own."

[CMP]

Atramor returned to the hall, the icy cold Pheles Rod balanced on his shoulder as he held it in place. He took a long glance over the Quest board as he passed it, making a mental note to sign up for one later. He scooped up a bottle of his favorite rum off the bar and was halfway to his table before passing by a strange-looking man. The mask was pretty off, and for a raider, he wore an awful lot of armor. But that halberd...where'd he seen it before? Atramor frowned, walking over to the man before finally placing the face, hiding underneath the strange mask.

"Tarn?" questioned the witch, blinking.

Sorry for interrupting Scorpiox, but I have a message for him that's about three Quests overdue.

[Duvors]

Seeing several people pass into the hall Throlar watches them intently.

Turning back to Benji he said"Who's the guy with the facepaint?"

Edited July 1, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn was about to move to join his last party leader when Atramor came in. Tarn smiled as he saw his old friend. "Atramor, it heartens me to see you again. Many Quests have passed since our time in Dastan together. I hope all is well?"

[CMP]

"Heh, thought it might be ya' under the mask," chuckled Atramor, taking a seat across from the barbarian. "Aye, it's been a while. All's well enough. Went to Strivvi, finished Wren, hunted down a mad mage, broke a curse on a play...all sorts of stuff. Speakin' of Wren, Mallelio showed up to help fight her, and...lemme see...." He pulled his cloak open, digging around for what seemed like minutes before his hand came up with a letter. Stained with blood, rum, crumpled, worn, but ultimately still unopened. He pushed it across the table. "Dunno what you've been up to since Dastan, but it seems ya' haven't been forgotten there, mate."

[Rumble Strike]

"The mask is rather dashing, although I guess I should take it off when not out on a Quest. I'll end up getting food all over it! I have had some mixed luck on the Quests I have undertaken since, we failed to stop the 108 Stars of Destiny, a bandit troupe who had taken over a pagoda, and we compounded that failure by losing Jun Ji Pei. There is a Quest on the board asking for another party. I have signed up, perhaps you should too. It would be good to Quest together again."

Tarn was about to detail his latest exploits on the island of Nova Tertia, but curiousity got the better of him and he decided to open the letter. "This is from Dastan, you say?" he asked, a forced casualness in his voice which did not fool Atramor for a second.

[CMP]

"Been thinkin' about it. It'd be good to Quest with ya' again, hack up some ninjas. Aye, from Dastan...hundred gold says I can nail down from who, too," Atramor grinned.

[Rumble Strike]

"I cannot take that bet, I have just spent the last of my gold at the marketplace", murmured Tarn, hoping beyond hope that the letter was from Ella Septrine, whom he had fallen for in his Quest to her homeland of Dastan. He began to read...

[Duvors]

"I cannot take that bet, I have just spent the last of my gold at the marketplace", murmured Tarn, hoping beyond hope that the letter was from Ella Septrine, whom he had fallen for in his Quest to her homeland of Dastan. He began to read...

'Hmm' Thought Throlar. 'This conversation is getting interesting.'

(OCC,for the record,grey is Throlar thinking.)

[Capt.JohnPaul]

"I'd say we add another rank. Recruit. They're a sort of member. But in training. "

"How about we officially call it Squire?"

[CMP]

Atramor couldn't help but glance over Tarn's shoulder at the letter. He'd been carrying it for six months, he'd resisted the curiosity enough to deliver the thing sealed.

Edited July 2, 2013 by CallMePie

[Flare]

Seeing several people pass into the hall Throlar watches them intently.

Turning back to Benji he said"Who's the guy with the facepaint?"

"His name is Tarn, he's a good friend of mine - we just finished up with the same quest. Anyways, why don't we go get a drink? And lets try to control ourselves this time? "

On the way up Benji posted a note on the board:

WANTED: BOW OF ANY TYPE. AT LEAST WP 7. CONTACT BENJI. WILL PAY FULL VALUE.

Edited July 2, 2013 by Flare

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn did not mind Atramor craning his head to try to get a look at the letter. His friend had carried this safely and unopened for months, so he surrupticiously adjusted the angle of the paper so that Atramor could read it easier.

Dearest Tarn,

I will make no secret of it - my mind still drifts to you from time to time, and I yearn often to see the brave heroes of Heroica who saved my city, my people, and my life. I am writing to send my regards, as I have had a vision that Mallelio, Victor and Vipera will shortly be leaving to go to Eubric and attempt to defeat the Lady Wren. My visions of her remain dark, both in nature and in certainty. I cannot see her fate, but I hope and pray that they will return in one piece. In any case, I have given this letter to Mallelio to ensure that you receive it.

I miss your presence in Dastan. You have an even head, and while mine sometimes goes reeling, I find that focusing on you, among others such as my father, Victor, and Mallelio, helps to ground me in reality. I do not fully understand the power that you have that others do not, but it is something palpable. I believe that in your heart you are a good person, strong and fair and kind. It is apparent on all planes. The Spirit Pools, the Etherial Plane, and of course, the physical one.

I write with an invitation of return to my land. I know the Rito will seek heroes soon to cure a dragon filled with sickness. Perhaps you will travel with them. If not, I will send word home to Eubric with them.

Best wishes to all your comrades, Tarn. Nyx, William, Thothwick, and of course, Atramor. They are all welcome back at any time. I know too that Victor hopes to see Cronk again some time, and I too hope to see one of the heroes who saved my life.

Tarn, our paths will cross again. I have seen it in our fates, and if there were not the case, I would make it so in my actions.

Much love,

Princess Ella Septrine

P.S. - I have seen you losing something of great importance. It is retrievable. Never lose hope. Your optimism is what makes you great.

Tarn's eyes misted over as he read. He could almost hear Ella speak the words to him as he read them, a mixture of defiance and melancholy all wrapped up together. He knew she was a prophet - had himself seen her visions in Dastan come true, and had no doubt that what he had read from her would come to pass. He knew that being such a prophet was a heavy burden to bear, and yet the weight on her slender shoulders had not bowed her. He was glad that Atramor could read this letter at the same time, and that she also mentioned his companions that had fought so hard for each other in Dastan.

And the cryptic post-script must be about Jun! It was truly his destiny to help save him, and that cheered Tarn even more than knowing that Ella thought about him nearly as often as he thought about her.

He had this one task to do, and then perhaps he would return to Dastan to see again the woman he had such affection for.

[Duvors]

Tarn did not mind Atramor craning his head to try to get a look at the letter. His friend had carried this safely and unopened for months, so he surrupticiously adjusted the angle of the paper so that Atramor could read it easier.

Dearest Tarn,

I will make no secret of it - my mind still drifts to you from time to time, and I yearn often to see the brave heroes of Heroica who saved my city, my people, and my life. I am writing to send my regards, as I have had a vision that Mallelio, Victor and Vipera will shortly be leaving to go to Eubric and attempt to defeat the Lady Wren. My visions of her remain dark, both in nature and in certainty. I cannot see her fate, but I hope and pray that they will return in one piece. In any case, I have given this letter to Mallelio to ensure that you receive it.

I miss your presence in Dastan. You have an even head, and while mine sometimes goes reeling, I find that focusing on you, among others such as my father, Victor, and Mallelio, helps to ground me in reality. I do not fully understand the power that you have that others do not, but it is something palpable. I believe that in your heart you are a good person, strong and fair and kind. It is apparent on all planes. The Spirit Pools, the Etherial Plane, and of course, the physical one.

I write with an invitation of return to my land. I know the Rito will seek heroes soon to cure a dragon filled with sickness. Perhaps you will travel with them. If not, I will send word home to Eubric with them.

Best wishes to all your comrades, Tarn. Nyx, William, Thothwick, and of course, Atramor. They are all welcome back at any time. I know too that Victor hopes to see Cronk again some time, and I too hope to see one of the heroes who saved my life.

Tarn, our paths will cross again. I have seen it in our fates, and if there were not the case, I would make it so in my actions.

Much love,

Princess Ella Septrine

P.S. - I have seen you losing something of great importance. It is retrievable. Never lose hope. Your optimism is what makes you great.

Tarn's eyes misted over as he read. He could almost hear Ella speak the words to him as he read them, a mixture of defiance and melancholy all wrapped up together. He knew she was a prophet - had himself seen her visions in Dastan come true, and had no doubt that what he had read from her would come to pass. He knew that being such a prophet was a heavy burden to bear, and yet the weight on her slender shoulders had not bowed her. He was glad that Atramor could read this letter at the same time, and that she also mentioned his companions that had fought so hard for each other in Dastan.

And the cryptic post-script must be about Jun! It was truly his destiny to help save him, and that cheered Tarn even more than knowing that Ella thought about him nearly as often as he thought about her.

He had this one task to do, and then perhaps he would return to Dastan to see again the woman he had such affection for.

Although he couldn't see the letter,Throlar could see the man's face.

"Dreamy smile,vacant eyes,looking of into infinity,yep,all the signs are there for all to see."

"Scuse Me,Benji,I have to introduce myself to a guy, just get Me some ginger ale while I'm gone, will ya?"

[Flare]

Although he couldn't see the letter,Throlar could see the man's face.

"Dreamy smile,vacant eyes,looking of into infinity,yep,all the signs are there for all to see."

"Scuse Me,Benji,I have to introduce myself to a guy, just get Me some ginger ale while I'm gone, will ya?"

"Sure." Benji orders two beers for himself.

[CMP]

Atramor smirked and clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Sounds like ya' gotta go see your princess sometime, mate."

[Duvors]

Atramor smirked and clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Sounds like ya' gotta go see your princess sometime, mate."

"Ahem."

A short figure strides up.

"Mr Tarn, Mr Artramor, allow Me to introduce myself, I am ambassador Throlar Wineghilm of Titaan, and I believe Mr Tarn and Myself share a mutual acquaintance in Mr Benji Carvenhall."

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn smiled at his friend. "I would really like to see her again, Atramor. My heart yearns for it, but it is clear now that first my path must be focussed on finding Jun again. I greatly hope we can accomplish this together."

He paused, interrupted by a dwarf he had not seen before. "Greetings, ambassador. I hail from a small village in the Titaanian mountains, where the Valco monastery dwells, and my Heroica duties once took me back to the region, to the Silverpick Mines. Are you here on a diplomatic mission?"

[Duvors]

Tarn smiled at his friend. "I would really like to see her again, Atramor. My heart yearns for it, but it is clear now that first my path must be focussed on finding Jun again. I greatly hope we can accomplish this together."

He paused, interrupted by a dwarf he had not seen before. "Greetings, ambassador. I hail from a small village in the Titaanian mountains, where the Valco monastery dwells, and my Heroica duties once took me back to the region, to the Silverpick Mines. Are you here on a diplomatic mission?"

"The Monastery of Valco eh? Heard of it,nice place from what I hear."

"Mission? Well, I'm the first Wineghilm ambassador to Eubric so I'm here to establish relations."

Edited July 2, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn smiled, remembering his mentor. "I am sure that Rystael would be gratified for your kind words about the monastery. For me, it is the only home I have ever known.

How are you establishing relations with Heroica? Or are you perhaps using Heroica to gain influence with the Houses?"

Tarn was not sure just what Wineghilm wanted to establish diplomatic ties with.

[Duvors]

Tarn smiled, remembering his mentor. "I am sure that Rystael would be gratified for your kind words about the monastery. For me, it is the only home I have ever known.

How are you establishing relations with Heroica? Or are you perhaps using Heroica to gain influence with the Houses?"

Tarn was not sure just what Wineghilm wanted to establish diplomatic ties with.

Throlar smiled.

"Well the truth is that I mistook the Hall for the Embassy and just wandered in.

As for who I want to establish ties with,well,the houses,Guffington,anybody but the Wolfgang."

[Capt.JohnPaul]

Alexandre turns to Sarge. "Well, should we establish ranks? How about knights like Throlar start out as a page. Then squire. Then knight."

Level 1 (Page) > After 1st quest (Squire) > After Second Quest (Knight)

[Rumble Strike]

"Will you be Questing with Heroica during this time of establishing ties?" asked Tarn of the dwarf.

[Pyrovisionary]

Alexandre turns to Sarge. "Well, should we establish ranks? How about knights like Throlar start out as a page. Then squire. Then knight."

Level 1 (Page) > After 1st quest (Squire) > After Second Quest (Knight)

Sarge nods.