Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall let the dwarf aside as he lit his pipe and allowed him to muse in what seemed rather deep contemplation. The dwarf struck him as somewhat moody but Skrall figured that so was he after his long journey to the hall. He was rather put out by the dwarf's assumption that he was purely motivated by greed however, though Skrall consented that he had probably not heard about his entire past, nor had Skrall wished to delve very deep into the things he had seen growing up. He was almost twice as old as any orc that most were likely to meet due to their reckless lifestyle but Skrall's age had come at the price of many bitter memories.

He remembered the countless times his family had had to move because near by townsfolk had pillaged their small settlement with fire and pitchforks with shouts of "monster" and "animals", he remembered the time he had been exploring the woods with his cousins and how they had been taken away in chains to row on the massive ships that the sea merchants traveled to and from heroica within, he remembered the countless lumber camps he had skirted around in his early days where hundreds of the orc kind were employed as slave labor, He remembered each and everyone of the snob nosed elf or mage he had robbed of their riches, yet kept alive, that he might bring what little comfort he could to the down-trodden among his kind. Skrall knew his peoples heritage how they had invaded these lands in their pride and war mongering fashion, but now that the tables had turned he would not be bullied or shamed because he sought to make a decent living among those who considered him of the lesser race.

However Skrall decided he would let this pass, the time had come for the orc to take his place with the other races not against them. He knew that he and others of his kind were willing and ready, but would he find the other races so willing?

Edited August 25, 2011 by Waterbrick Down

[Sirius Black]

"Bob has always had magic, Cinna. Bob never was able to make much use of it until recently though, when Bob escaped from the captivity most house elves are held in. Bob is still learning, Bob always finds new things to learn.

A figure with a black cape walked up to the table, chuckling at a nearby dwarf.

"Yo"

The two mages turned to take a look at the newcomer. Cinna greeted him, asking about his history.

The name's Dyric Rone. I'm a rogue from a long line of rogues. Like I was just telling some of the guys over there, my family has a hint of royal blood in it. Didn't help me none, as I got exiled from the country my family lived in when the real royalty discovered our rogue-ish actions.

Bob was sorry to hear that. Exile was never fun. While the newcomer seemed quite polite, Bob wasn't quite sure if he should trust a rouge. Deciding to join in the conversation and get a better idea of who Dyric was, he spoke up.

Bob is sorry to hear that. But Bob is wondering to which rougish actions Dyric is referring to? Perhaps Dyric will have the chance to return to Dyric's country after a few quests that prove Dyrics honor?

[The Legonater]

Generally it was for the kingdom. You know, tracking down criminals, finding deception, that kind of thing. Not that the corupt king there cared. We may have saved lives, but he considered us crooks. So he exiled me as punishment. Not that it'lls top them- my family is very... resolute. There are days I fear for their lives.

[The_Customizer]

"Well, well, well" chuckles Erdathcath, "It's been a while since I have visited this hall. Brings back good memories. And it is good to see that there are quite a few new 'heroes-to-be'. I shan't have time to greet them all, however, perhaps I shall find Trotter and be able to share a cup of green-Lea tea with him again sometime soon"

[Flare]

Benji returned from Heroica Hall, with some new bruises.

He looks at the quest board.

"No new quests? Man, I really need a good adventure right now..."

Benji walks up to the bar, sits down, and orders a drink. He notices two mages and a rogue deep in conversation, and a dwarf that seems to be meditating. Oh well, maybe someone else more interesting will come along... then he notices an elf.

"Ah another ranger, maybe she would be interested in a chat."

He walks over to Erdathcath. "Hello, my name is Benji. I have not seen you before, but I have a feeling you have been here before, as I have."

[Aveal the black sheep]

When the dwarf woke up the sun was already high up from the window where he sat. He had dropped is pipe when he fell asleep but someone,probably Skrall,had picked it up and placed it in the table next to him. 'The ogre' Barur thought remenbering last nights conversation 'I should probably go apologize...'.

He found the Ogre on the other end of the Hall,speaking to a group of heroes that wasn´t there the night before.'The affluence to the Hall is stunning compared to lack of quests...'

'Excuse me master ogre,a word.'

'I must apologize for last night's words to you.I was weary from my travels and the subject was a sensitive one for me. I meant not to offend you or the ogre kin and for that I ask for forgiveness.'

'And now I´ll take my leave. I´ll go to town in search of supplies and return when there are quests to be accepted.May our paths cross again and be sure that I´ll fight along side you like a brother if the path is one of danger'

'Farewell,Skrall!

The dwarf turned to the door but before exiting he got a glimpse of the mage he had heard call Cinna,the Dark. He got again a strange feeling although this was different the shadowy mage of the previous. 'Maibe our paths will also cross' the dwarf wandered as he exited the door into the mid day sun.

Edited August 26, 2011 by Aveal the black sheep

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall had been listening in on the other conversations when the dwarf Barur approached him after Skrall thought was a much needed rest. Skrall braced himself for what would come next, if he knew dwarfs they were as stubborn in their opinions as a slab of granite. However the dwarf actually began to apologize, "I must apologize for last night's words to you.I was weary from my travels..." After he had finished Skrall realized that he also had misjudged the new travler.

"I thank ya for yar apology master dwarf, all is fogivn'. May ya find success in yar travels about the town today," Skrall replied.

As the dwarf left the hall Skrall pondered to himself, "Well now, that is one of the most courageous fellows I have met on my travels. Anyone can boast in the power of his arm, or the sharpness of his wit, but a hero willin' to humble himself before others shows a courage of a far deeper and more true nature..."

Skrall decided that he also could use a little fresh air and bid the conversing heroes a fairwell for the time, perhaps he could find an open field in which to practice his archery, there surely had to be some shooting ranges or training fields in a city this size. So with that Skrall packed away his pipe, shouldered his enormous bow and walked out the door of Heroica Hall. "Who knows," he thought "by the time I return, perhaps some new employers will have advertised the need for my services"

Edited August 26, 2011 by Waterbrick Down

[The_Customizer]

Benji returned from Heroica Hall, with some new bruises.

He looks at the quest board.

"No new quests? Man, I really need a good adventure right now..."

Benji walks up to the bar, sits down, and orders a drink. He notices two mages and a rogue deep in conversation, and a dwarf that seems to be meditating. Oh well, maybe someone else more interesting will come along... then he notices an elf.

"Ah another ranger, maybe she would be interested in a chat."

He walks over to Erdathcath. "Hello, my name is Benji. I have not seen you before, but I have a feeling you have been here before, as I have."

I do not believe I have either. I have been here since the beginning but was shortly called out on some business. And just recently arrived back here. Nice to meet you.

[Flare]

"Yes, nice to meet you. Do you happen to like to go adventuring, like I do?"

[Jedi master Brick]

Coming back from the library Elgar had a flask of pumpkin juice and set at a table in a quiet corner

[Professor Flitwick]

The entrance to the halls of Heroica opened once more, and in walked another hero. Although, he looked a tad different from most...

Thothwick, a level 1 Rouge

44 year old male Metasimian

Power: 4, Health: 7, Gold: 10

Inventory: Black Whip(WP:3), 1 Potion, 1 vial of Venom

"... Hello"

Edited August 28, 2011 by Professor Flitwick

[Peanuts]

Henry once again enters the Heroica Hall, only to see nothing has changed. No heroes have returned from their quests, no new quests are up. But there seems to be a new hero, another rogue, apparently. He looks a bit blurry, and a bit like an ape too. Henry identifies the creaure as Metasimian, and approaches him and grins teethfully:

"Hello, guy. Welcome to Heroica. Wanna talk about yourself?"

[Sandy]

Byblos hurries down from the library upon hearing his relative having joined Heroica.

"Thothwick! It is so nice to see you, cousin! How unfortunate you happened to have such a poor picture of yourself for the gallery, but as luck would have it, I have a better one of you. Here you go, you can keep it!"

"Why don't you come visit me some time at the library, so we could do some catching up? I apologize, but now I have got to hurry back before some rogue - not you, of course - steals a book."

With that, Byblos leaves.

[Professor Flitwick]

Henry once again enters the Heroica Hall, only to see nothing has changed. No heroes have returned from their quests, no new quests are up. But there seems to be a new hero, another rogue, apparently. He looks a bit blurry, and a bit like an ape too. Henry identifies the creaure as Metasimian, and approaches him and grins teethfully:

"Hello, guy. Welcome to Heroica. Wanna talk about yourself?"

Yes, we Metasimian are very quick and agile in the tree tops, but at the loss of having any artistic talents. Well, everyone except my cousin, Byblos...!

Byblos hurries down from the library upon hearing his relative having joined Heroica.

"Thothwick! It is so nice to see you, cousin! How unfortunate you happened to have such a poor picture of yourself for the gallery, but as luck would have it, I have a better one of you. Here you go, you can keep it!"

"Why don't you come visit me some time at the library, so we could do some catching up? I apologize, but now I have got to hurry back before some rogue - not you, of course - steals a book."

With that, Byblos leaves.

My dear cousin was always generous so generous!

[Flare]

Benji notices that a monkey, er, Metasimian walked in. With a whip. Perhaps he had desposed of his ringmaster. Oops, you didn't hear that. What I meant to say: Look, a new adventurer!

"Hello my fellow adventurer, what brings you here to Heroica Hall? If you'd like, we can go an order a couple banana splits at the bar - on me!"

OOC:

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke enters Heroics Hall. He checks the Questboard and does not notice any new quests. He greets his fellow adventurers-in-waiting and makes his way upstairs for some breakfast. Embarassed to show surprise, Hoke does a double take at the ape like creature who has recently joined Heroica Hall. The metasimian takes not of Hoke, and Hoke nods a greeting from across the way.

Edited August 29, 2011 by UsernameMDM

[Professor Flitwick]

Stunned silence and surprised looks. Again. They see all manner of races, day in, day out, and yet they are still surprised by someone different!

"Hello my fellow adventurer, what brings you here to Heroica Hall? If you'd like, we can go an order a couple banana splits at the bar - on me!"

"Howdy! Why am I here? The same reason as everyone else here, to become a hero, by helping to fix these troubled lands. All people need to pitch in, and that includes Metasimian acrobats!

On you? I've heard all about the free bar from my cousin, Byblos. Come, let us get a drink, though I myself can't stand the taste of Bananas."

As Thothwick walks with Benji, he nods back to the curious knight without armour.

[Bricksandparts]

sorry, I'll post it there.

Edited August 31, 2011 by Bricksandparts

[Professor Flitwick]

I posted this in the library and I guess I'll post it here:

I have made some LDD files!

Heroica Hall (with added parts(WIP))

http://www.brickshel..._hall_pt._2.lxf

Heroes Gallery

http://www.brickshel...oes_gallery.lxf

Library:

http://www.brickshel...l_library_2.lxf

It did take quite a while to make these replicas, but here is a pretty close one!

In-character talk only, please!

Whilst you're certainly an artist of futuristic arcane arts, I believe they belong here.

Edited August 31, 2011 by Professor Flitwick

[Titan]

Owen emerges from the shadows in the corner, having thoroughly been entertained by all the new heroes in the hall. He strolls to the front door and lets his falcon take flight into the air. He checks the questboard to see nothing available for this time and makes his way upstairs to order a meal.

[Scorpiox]

It was a cold and icy morning and a lone figure was making his way to the nearest shelter, he had traveled far from the frozen Norse lands in search of a greater meaning to his existance.

He was clad in thick furs and heavy chainmail, he carried a small satchel stuffed full of what little supplies he could carry. As the sun rose the townsfolk noticed his worn and battered face, his flowing hair and beard, the strange crystal he clutched tightly. And his eyes, those young eyes told a story of his life and his journey to the port of Eubric. It all started many years ago, in a wintery Norse village full of brave warriors and wise veterans...

Haldor was a child alone, crying in a corner. He was being kicked and laughed at, tortured and hurt. All his childhood Haldor was mocked and bullied. He was different, he was beaten and laughed at for it. He was not like them. Haldor had the strange power, the others thought him weak and bullied him. And he couldn't defend himself. But things were to change, soon Haldor would be above it all...

Since birth Haldor had been different from the other young men of the Norse clan, they always drempt of battle and hunting whereas Haldor was quiet, thinking of the world and why it was as it is. Haldor was bullied for not being as strong or as violent as the others, and laughed at for trying to understand great tomes and muttering to himself. Norsemen didn't think reading and writing were important skills next to hunting and survival tactics, but Haldor valued literacy. He thought it important to be able to understand and interpret the scrolls of the ancient heroes, as well as the simple signs of the world. Whenever Haldor told the great warriors of his ambition to be literate, they laughed at him, and said he be better off learning to swing a sword properly. The young Haldor ignored the jeers, and over the course of years he learnt basic how to read and write basic sentances from deciphering the Norse scripts. The bullies would have surely destroyed them, if it were not for their deep cultural significance. Haldor tried to be like the others, but he did not enjoy killing, and he wasn't exactly famed for his accuracy with the large two-handed swords, a fact that the others often reminded him of, that the Norsemen prided themselves in. No, Haldor much prefered to try and give life back to things that were dying, he realised how precious life is, and saw no point in removing the great gift unless it was entirely necerssary. Haldor asked for training in the art of medicine under the healers and wise men of the village, but they were constantly telling him to go and train as a proper Norsemen. After a while of pestering, the healers agreed to teach him rudimentry techniques, but Haldor strangely already knew the things they told him. As if he had been born with an advanced medical knowledge imbued in his brain. He even tried to teach the healers a thing or two, for example, how a flesh wound can be treated without the amputation of a limb.

For Haldor wasn't just well-versed in medicine, for he had always had this unusal touch. Beetles that were crushed had wriggled again, and cattle condemmed by disease had miraculously risen when Haldor had been told to feed them. This power was to change Haldor's life in the coming weeks.

As usual in the autumn months the men of the village rode out into the forest to stock up the supplies for winter. But one hunting trip was different, everything went as smooth as ever with plentiful deer and wolves to slay and eat. But lurking in the woods was something bad. A wolf was prowling the woods, but it was not natural, the beast had been twisted and warped by a dark presence. The monstrosity stalked the mounted Norsemen like wild rabbits, the hunters were becoming the hunted. The cheiftain, Throdric the Iron-hand, had spotted the creature, and decided that it would make a great prize. Throdric unhitched his spear and charged at the beast, attempting to skewer it with a single blow. It didn't end well to say the least.

Haldor had been reluctently trapping a hare when he heard the terrible screams. Out of instinct he rushed over to see the twisted wolf savaging the bleeding figure of the clan's chief. Haldor shouted for help, but stood there frozen with fear as the thing turned it's demonic gaze to him. But the rest of the hunting party arrived in the nick of time, and the beast was slain by a dozen axe and blade wounds. But the cheiftain was mortally wounded, as the monster's evil bite was draining his strength. The healers of the clan were called to do anything they could to save him, but Throdric was fading. One of the healers had seen the boy Haldor use his strange energy to revive a stricken hound, and so Haldor was ordered to do everything in his power to prevent Throdric from dying in pain. Haldor started by muttering words and incantations, but he soon lost control. Haldor appeared to be having a fit as blue light erupted from his eyes and he twitched and writhed. But eyes turned toward the chieftan, as his bloody cuts and ugly hacked flesh began fizzing and evaporating into a strange blue gas. Soon all trace of the attack had vanished, and the healers were astonished at the amazing happening before them. After what seemed like hours Haldor awoke to see what he had done.

Haldor was revered as a hero and honoured as a proper healer of the village. But after months of reviving headstrong young men and foolhardy warriors he grew bored. Haldor wanted to use his powers for a purpose, not to help stupid Norsemen recover from minor sparring injuries. He heard whispers of a free land where people from every race and all walks of life were welcome. Haldor hoped he could maybe even meet others who were blessed with a similar gift. Haldor gathered his meagre belongings and left in the night, bound for the fabled port of Eubric. The road was hard and perilous, and Haldor encountered many violent and cruel men. On the journey Haldor honed and improved his fighting skills, in case of an ecounter with danger. But after 3 years of hardship and toil Haldor finally found his way to the kingdom of Uland, and stumbled upon a ferry bound for the free port of Eubric.

He was hungry and tired after his quest and entered what he thought was a tavern, but turned out to be Heroica Hall! He had arrived at the legendary hall where heros were made. Haldor strode up to the quest board and signed up to the hero roster, and waited for new quests to be posted.

Haldor strode up to the bar and ordered a roast hare and some ale from the free bar. He said his thanks to the orc maid and sat down at a table. He notices a cloaked figure in the corner holding a falcon and strolls over to hear his story.

"Greetings! I hope we can become friends, why don't you come and sit at my table and we can learn more about each other"

Haldor glances and a strange ape-like creature deep in conversation with a ranger and decides to talk to them.

" I have not seen one of your kind before you and and your friend should join my table and we shall share our stories."

Edited August 19, 2012 by Scorpiox

[Jebediahs]

continued from post 822 or so...

En Sabah Nur exited the Hall. "Now where'd Grush get to. It shouldn't be too hard to spot an orc around here-"

"You there, rogue!" A young halfling ran towards Nur. Rogue?

"Please sir, you must come quickly. They're going to kill him!"

Nur's eyes narrowed as his brow furrowed. "Who?"

"My brother, Bari Brandybrick! HURRY!" The halfling scurried down an alley with En Sabah Nur close behind.

Nur saw two hulking humans standing over a small unmoving figure.

THUG 1: "Ho ho! Think he's had enough?"

THUG 2: "Yeah, he's done. Get the loot."

NUR: "Enough! Get away from the...boy." The halfling rose as the two thugs turned towards Nur and smiled.

BRANDYBRICK: "What took you so long, Bibbon Koot?"

KOOT: "Bleh. I found the first rogue I saw!" At least sixteen figures came out from behind the items in the alley and quickly blocked Nur's exit.

BRANDYBRICK: "You look confused, Rogue. Let me explain. My friends and I are in the b'ness of thieving. You Rogues always have something good on ya, especially you heroes completing fancy quests for high rewards. Men, relieve him of his possessions."

Nur's hands glowed and the ground began to shake. The color quickly left the thugs' faces as they realized their mistake.

En Sabah Nur grinned.

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke enters Heroica Hall to escape the drizzling rain falling outside. He orders a hearty bowl of stew and some bread from the kitchens and makes himself comfortable by the glowing hearth. He heard news that new quests may soon be available, so after his lunch, Hoke plans on preparing his gear in hopes of being selected.

[Darkdragon]

Cinna walks into the Hall and checks the quest board. Finding it void of quests, her shoulders slump and she heads up to the tavern for a glass of wine. After her order appears, she heads downstairs and sits on a soft chair by the fire. She looks over at the Hero sitting next to her and starts up a conversation.

"Sure will be nice when some more jobs are posted, eh?"

She continues talking, not waiting for an answer.

"I was so excited today when I headed down to the beach, I saw a little mound of sand and decided I would dig up whatever was underneath. I ran down to the mound and started digging."

"After digging through the sand and mud, I found something. It wasn't what I was hoping for though."

"What am I going to do with this beat-up sword!!?!?!?!"

Cinna slumps back in her chair with a bit of worn-out, if not defeated, look on her face.

[swils]

"What am I going to do with this beat-up sword!!?!?!?!"

Cinna slumps back in her chair with a bit of worn-out, if not defeated, look on her face.

Thormanil gasps, taking note of the sword Cinna is displaying

Thormanil: "M'lady... What you're holding... that be the infamous Excalibust! That sword, or, rather, as it is known amongst my people," Thormanil holds back a chuckle "*Toothpick of the Ages*, has maintained the highest bartering value for generations! Why, it was rumored that a piece of craftsmanship as fine as that would never splinter! And, as worse-for-wear as it may be, I can see no truly rough edges! One man's trash, if you will, m'lady... Might you part with it for the cost of your next round? It's got a hint of sentimentality... or some such, to it, y'know..."

Edited September 5, 2011 by swils