Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Brickdoctor]

William signs up for Quest 77. Again and proceeds to brood.

OOC: William did sign up for Quest 77

QM Note:

Did you read the Discussion thread? You're in Quest 76; Danny hasn't kicked you out. Yet. (And if you do get kicked out and can sign up for Quest 77, that's not exactly a point for you when I consider who I want in my quest...)

[Dannylonglegs]

I'm blind

I've noticed, Party Leader.

The Hooded Hinckwell returned to the hall.

"It would appear that our crew is a member short. Anyone interested in helping out the Hinckwells clear a trade road from wolves? It'll pay well and you'll get on the family's good side too! I'll be here for a while (24 hours), so anyone who wants to come is welcome. Our 3rd member never showed, but if he wants to come, he should sign back up."

Second Sign-ups for Trade Routes.

[Sandy]

"Ah, Ellaria dear, how are you?" he asks somberly. "I apologize for my-" he gulps at air, steadying himself- "appearance. I've had a rough couple of days. Simply getting myself back on my feet. How has Olegia been treating my favorite druid?"

"I can tell... How about if I ask Scheherazade to bring us a couple of nice herbal infusions? I know it's not your kind of a drink, but trust me - you'll feel much better after it."

After making the order, Ellaria comes to sit back down.

"As for me, I just had the most peculiar visit to a theater ever. It's not that I've ever been to a real theater before - if you don't count the travelling roadshows we got in Tumpkin Village occasionally, but I don't believe ancient curses and skeletal spirits belong to a normal play. We managed to solve the situation eventually, but we were put through a grinder, I tell you! I had to stab Tesni, and then Althior poisoned me. That's some dedicated acting there, isn't it?"

Ellaria lets out a little giggle, and glances sideways to Boomingham to see if there's even a hint of smile on the old man's face.

[xxlrocka]

Drake fell asleep quickly after another round of beer. Then he dreamed about donuts.

[Bricksandparts]

"It's ok," Johon says "If you consider a trade anytime, just tell me."

[Kintobor]

Karie looked over at the Hinckwell assistant, slightly peeved.

"Dill's trying to get more people for some crusade into troubled markets. Fine, if you have no one else, I'll sign up, but my preference is for someone else to go. I'd rather not head out after only just coming back."

Karie signs up for 76, but her preference is for someone else to go if possible.

[Dannylonglegs]

Karie looked over at the Hinckwell assistant, slightly peeved.

"Dill's trying to get more people for some crusade into troubled markets. Fine, if you have no one else, I'll sign up, but my preference is for someone else to go. I'd rather not head out after only just coming back."

Karie signs up for 76, but her preference is for someone else to go if possible.

"Well, we're providing a public service. Dill's relative, Henry Hinckwell, dropped by and straightened us out. In order to improve our public image (and, of course, facilitate trade) we're hiring some heroes to clear-up a disused Trade road for us. No crusading, no troubled markets, just good old fashioned wolf hunting." The man finished, being sincere.

Second Sign-ups for Trade Routes.

Karie (Kintobor) *fallback*

[Flipz]

Arthur walked into the Hall, an air of sadness hovering over him. He saw Boomingham talking to a friend of Alexis'...Ellaria, was it? And Johon and (sigh) Haldor talking to...was that Karie?

She reminds me of...her...

The thought dragged him to the past...the day he'd discovered his father's infidelity to his mother. It was funny--back then it had defined him, defined his attitude towards...well, a lot of things, actually. Now, bigger things defined him. Or did they? If I were asked to define 'Arthur Justus Regulus VII'...what would I say? Sorcerer? Scroll mage? Private of the Watch? He pauses, glancing at his portrait on the wall, at the small plaque beneath it with its inscription. "A Hero Who Is Actually Worth Something." Why does none of that seem to matter?

Something sparked, deep within his memory. Another name he'd bore...one that he'd despised, one that he'd resisted...one that fit him now.

The Scarecrow of Sorrow...

But it would not do to dwell in the past...not when he had work to do, and promises to keep. Setting his papers and quill at a back table near the bar, he sets to work, transcribing what details he found relevant and organizing the information into a more coherent narrative. It was long, difficult work, but he didn't mind. As it had been from the first day his mother had taught him of the written word, the books--whether reading or writing--served as an escape, from times of sadness and times of trial...a way not to think of his problems, but to escape them, if only for a few short moments. As he worked, he softly began to sing a traditional melody from his homeland, his voice nonetheless reaching clearly (if quietly) through the Hall to anyone who cared to listen thanks to the building's resonant acoustics.

"Mama who bore me, Mama who gave me

No way to handle things, who made me so sad...

Mama, the weeping, Mama, the angels,

No sleep in heaven, or Bet'tau'rem...

Some pray that one day their gods will come a callin'

They light a candle, and hope that it glows...

And some just lie there cryin' for them to come and find them,

But when it comes, they don't know how to go...

Mama who bore me, Mama who gave me

No way to handle things, who made me so bad...

Mama, the weeping, Mama, the angels,

No sleep in heaven, or Bet'tau'rem..."

As he reaches the end, he spots an elven Druid, who seems to be walking toward the Quest board with Haldor and Karie's group. He follows the green-clad man down the stairs, seeing him stop at a list of gear posted on the board along with the two Quest notices and scratch out a few items. Guessing that this was the man offering the items for sale, he extends a hand to the Druid. "Hello," he says, "You must be Elgar Gligin, correct? My name is Arthur. Just...Arthur, for today, anyway. That badge...it appeals to me. I feel that 60 Gold is too low, however, for such a lovely item...would you accept 70? It's still a bargain for me, but it doesn't feel so much like I'm robbing you blind." Of course, that is what everyone expects Rogues to do...guess I'm a pretty crappy Rogue, then, too. I'll add it to the list of things I suck at.

Edited July 12, 2013 by Flipz

[Zepher]

Boomingham sips at the herbal remedy. His mouth puckers and his eyes dilate at the horror of it, but he gulps it down to please the little lady next to him.

"I'm a fan of the Theatre," he admitted quietly. "Though I've never heard of such a hands on experience. You're a braver child than I. Stabbing Tesni... I'll have to assume she did not stab back, as you appear to still have all your limbs and your head." He chuckles merrily and sits up a little straighter in his seat. "I'm glad to find you in high spirits, madam. It's always good to see a friendly face, and when it's a happy one, all the better."

Barty zips around merrily. "Hi there, Ellaria," he says cordially. Ellaria can't help but remember the Angel's previous clear distaste for her. It seems to have tapered at least a little. "How is your goddess faring?"

[Duvors]

Wall of text.

Throlar claps.

"Wonderful sir,I just love sad music." He said with a hint of sarcasm and touch of feeling carried in the same inflection.

(OCC. Johon is at a different table dreaming of donuts,I'm the guy talking to Karie and Haldor.)

Edited July 12, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[Kintobor]

(OCC. Johon is at a different table dreaming of donuts,I'm the guy talking to Karie and Haldor.)

OOC: Johon is talking to me. Drake is the one dreaming of donuts.

Karie hears the strangest thing: singing. She looks about, trying to find the cause of the singing, only to find Arthur mournfully trudging through the hall. She questions whether or not she should speak since the previous nights events, but something was bothering Arthur.

"You have a decent singing voice, Arthur."

[Duvors]

OOC: Johon is talking to me. Drake is the one dreaming of donuts.

Karie hears the strangest thing: singing. She looks about, trying to find the cause of the singing, only to find Arthur mournfully trudging through the hall. She questions whether or not she should speak since the previous nights events, but something was bothering Arthur.

"You have a decent singing voice, Arthur."

(OCC ok,I get them confused sometimes.)

[Sandy]

Boomingham sips at the herbal remedy. His mouth puckers and his eyes dilate at the horror of it, but he gulps it down to please the little lady next to him.

"I'm a fan of the Theatre," he admitted quietly. "Though I've never heard of such a hands on experience. You're a braver child than I. Stabbing Tesni... I'll have to assume she did not stab back, as you appear to still have all your limbs and your head." He chuckles merrily and sits up a little straighter in his seat. "I'm glad to find you in high spirits, madam. It's always good to see a friendly face, and when it's a happy one, all the better."

Barty zips around merrily. "Hi there, Ellaria," he says cordially. Ellaria can't help but remember the Angel's previous clear distaste for her. It seems to have tapered at least a little. "How is your goddess faring?"

"Well, happy is an awfully strong word... Let's just say I'm trying to get over things. Elpis will forever be in my heart, and I don't think I will ever cease to look for her. She will be in every little girl on the streets that I pass, in every cry of a baby I hear, always there in the back of my mind. But such is life, and if this is Sylvania's wish - or a deed of another higher being - who am I to struggle against it?" Ellaria takes a long sip from her herbal tea.

Then the little angel comes to hover in front of her face. "Hello to you too, Barty. I imagine my goddess is faring well. It is summer, after all, the season when the forests are full of life and butterflies swarm in the meadows. Just the other day, a great big swallowtail butterfly kissed my cheek. I think Sylvania tried to say that I should not worry, that I was still under her protection. That's the feeling I got, at least, but as you well know, gods can be capricious at times."

Ellaria then turns back to Boomingham. "So, we might be going on a quest together again, it seems. I saw you sign into the elves' mission, like I did. But are you sure you are up to it? You look miserable... Any particular reason for it?"

[Flipz]

Karie hears the strangest thing: singing. She looks about, trying to find the cause of the singing, only to find Arthur mournfully trudging through the hall. She questions whether or not she should speak since the previous nights events, but something was bothering Arthur.

"You have a decent singing voice, Arthur."

"Thanks," he says quietly. He wasn't too sure himself if he wanted to talk about it...whatever 'it' really was. "Some days you just feel the need to sing it out, I guess."

[Scorpiox]

Haldor tried covering his ears when Arthur started singing, but instead resigned himself to concentrate of polishing his axe until the sorceror stopped. Singing about his problems in a public place - what's that about? Haldor thought.

[Shoker86]

Arnulf signs up for quest 76. Then he aproached Lord Boominhgam and woman he was talking to "Lord Boomingham, we haven't drank that drink yet, I'll be around." Arnulf turned to the lady he never saw before "Arnulf Bishop, at your service milady. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something important."

[xxlrocka]

Drake signs up to be in Quest #76. Clearing a trade route did sound relaxing and easy. No complicated things like guardians of things or mad arsonists bent on killing the guy who hired you only to end up in an interesting plot twist. Nice and easy.

Drake carefully relaxed in a chair, and sipped some old-fashioned ale that was fresh from some farm.

[Sandy]

Arnulf signs up for quest 76. Then he aproached Lord Boominhgam and woman he was talking to "Lord Boomingham, we haven't drank that drink yet, I'll be around." Arnulf turned to the lady he never saw before "Arnulf Bishop, at your service milady. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something important."

"Oh, I'm no lady, just a simple healer from a small village following the path set out to her. Ellaria Arbour, nice to meet you! And what comes to the discussion between Lawrence and I, you have to ask him if it's anything important you're interrupting." Ellaria then whispers to the man: "Poor Lawrence doesn't seem to be all here..."

[Shoker86]

"Nice to meet you Ellaria" Then he whispered back "We had a rough quest. He dissapeared after it, and i can't see he's in no better condition than I am." Then he turned to Lord Boomigham, he saw the pain. He could feel it there was something else there, something deeper affecting him

"I'm sorry boss if I was interrupting, I wanted to check you out. I'll be drinking in the corner, drop by when you finish"

[Jedi master Brick]

Elgar hands over the badge to Arthur

"How generous, pleasure doing business with you."

[Zepher]

"Well, happy is an awfully strong word... Any particular reason for it?"

"Moving forward is the only thing to do, though I'm glad you've not forgotten. I wanted to ask of the child, but I didn't want to broach any subjects that you didn't feel needed discussing. I have faith your Elpis alive. When you find him, you come to me. I will help you retrieve him."

"The Gods smile kindly on all those that smile kindly back!" intones the happy little angel.

"Don't blame the Gods for your Elpis' disappearance. Blame whoever the Hel took him." Boomingham grumbles quietly, but Barty only smiles patiently. "This herbal stuff is working wonders. Get me another, would you?" he calls to the barmaid. "As for my interest in the elves, well, other than Nerwen I've always found them to be a little bit haughty. This band, however, seems to want to make good on past wrongs. Nothing but good can come of that. Besides, I've got to get out of this Hall again. The temptation of the booze is too great."

Boomingham turns to Arnulf.

"Sit, my friend! Intruding on something, ha! Ellaria and I are just trading war stories, and as you very well know the more the merrier. I believe I owe you drinks two times over: one for the Foundation Ball, and one for our dealings with the Stealer. It is too bad Nyx isn't here to share with you the wonders of the Flaming Gumball, but I suppose I'll have to introduce you to it myself."

Edited July 13, 2013 by Zepher

[Kintobor]

"Thanks," he says quietly. He wasn't too sure himself if he wanted to talk about it...whatever 'it' really was. "Some days you just feel the need to sing it out, I guess."

"I suppose one does. Then again considering my previous profession, it happened to me more often than not. Singing out for no apparent reason besides a character having to explain his or her emotions."

Karie looks at Arthur worryingly. She had a gut feeling he was going to do something stupid.

"You have feelings towards me, don't you?"

[Shoker86]

Boomingham turns to Arnulf.

"Sit, my friend! Intruding on something, ha! Ellaria and I are just trading war stories, and as you very well know the more the merrier. I believe I owe you drinks two times over: one for the Foundation Ball, and one for our dealings with the Stealer. It is too bad Nyx isn't here to share with you the wonders of the Flaming Gumball, but I suppose I'll have to introduce you to it myself."

"Thanks boss. Ah war stories, man couldn't get enough of them. Especially if they come wit good wenches and a good ale. Now it's time to taste that drink of yours " Arnulf prepared his glass for the drink

[Kintobor]

Karie, not sure she wants to know the answer to the question, turns about and heads to the door.

"If you wanna talk Arthur I'll be at my place, I have some errands to run."

Karie opens the door, only for it to fall from it's hinges and nearly crush her.

"Someone really ought to fix that door."

Karie reupholsters the door, deciding to grab some screws and new hinges while she was out. Karie leaves the hall, cape billowing behind her.

Edited July 13, 2013 by Kintobor

[Duvors]

"Valiar valiar eiraf ei ai onin,

Geldrian keldiarn valiar."

"That" said Throlar to Haldor "is one verse from the longest lay on Olegaia. A long lay,but not particularly sad like the short thing you just heard."

"Come,good watchman"called Throlar addressing Arthur"and let us speak of anything but music."

Edited July 13, 2013 by Lord Duvors