Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[CorneliusMurdock]

Um... Hello.

The common language spoken here is fine by Cronk. Cronk would hate for any being to feel left out.

[Duvors]

"Yes, thats right, but the diplomatic service teaches us to speak in the language of whom we address."

"Not that I've paid much attention to that sort of thing." with a grin Throlar proffers his hand "Throlar Wineghilm, ambassador of the Wineghilm clan of Titaan."

Edited July 16, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[CorneliusMurdock]

Cronk has never had luck with formal things. Cronk's name is Cronk. Cronk was born in Goblonia.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra shock himself and looked around. "Karzahni," he muttered, "Sorry, that mean. I have been blacking out a lot since Quest 44. I not know why, but I feel weird later. Different. I...no, I meant to go on Quest 75. Have they already left?"

He shock his head further, "Oh, are you Dyric Rone? Arthur told I about you. It is great to meet you. Sorry I mind not all there, I worry this is why I forgot my identity in first place."

OOC: I like to think my absences are roleplaying. It's not, but I like to think that.

OOC: update, I have begun a new Bionicle story, and I might post it. Mata-Nui I have grown as a person and a writer.

[Duvors]

Cronk has never had luck with formal things. Cronk's name is Cronk. Cronk was born in Goblonia.

"Well the only orcs I met before were in Baltarok."

[Flipz]

IC: De'kra shock himself and looked around. "Karzahni," he muttered, "Sorry, that mean. I have been blacking out a lot since Quest 44. I not know why, but I feel weird later. Different. I...no, I meant to go on Quest 75. Have they already left?"

He shock his head further, "Oh, are you Dyric Rone? Arthur told I about you. It is great to meet you. Sorry I mind not all there, I worry this is why I forgot my identity in first place."

"I don't blame you. Chaos...can do things to people. Even the slightest contact can change you--and they're the sort of changes that cannot be undone. After all--I would know." He shakes his head--his time dabbling in those arts would never leave him, no matter how hard he tried. Better to focus on the future instead.

Indeed. You disappeared right after the Wren battle. I have so many questions. For one, what inspired this new career? What does Alexis think of it? What happened at the theater? Did you, perhaps, see a man-bat there by the name of Crube?

As for my own quest, it was... interesting. I quested with Nerwen, who provided a lot of wisdom. A fascinating woman, she is. Also I... met someone.

I've seen the type before. Had they fought against Wren or the Proggs, we'd all be about 6 feet lower.

Arthur nods in agreement with Dyrics statement about the rookie Hero. "So you've found someone special? I'm glad. It seems to be the season for my friends to find companionship--on my last Quest one of my fellow Heroes met her own match." He doesn't mention Alexis, instead changing the subject abruptly. "I met no Crube at the Theatre, I'm sorry. The night was...one of victories and losses. On the one hand, we--as in, I and the two Heroes I led--killed two of the Wolfgang generals, Donny Dozenhands and Violetta the Cat Burglar, that night, and Nyx and Thothwick helped Lord Boomingham kill another, Steerpike the Poisoner. On the other, though..."

Arthur leans in and pulls both of his companions closer, speaking in a much more subdued tone. "Some of this De'kra already knows, but we did not get enough time to speak in between my Quests, and some I did not learn until recently. Dyric...one of the Veterans is a member of the Wolfgang. I know, I was as shocked as you. But it makes sense. Why else would the Wolfgang offer almost all the Heroes they encounter a chance to defect? How would they know their new allies wouldn't be caught and expelled? Simple--they know that the Veteran in their pocket will keep them protected. But that's not even the worst of it."

"De'kra, I don't think I ever told you this part. There was a Witch at the party. No, not Atramor--but I still do not trust him, either. She called herself Barbariccia Dellamore, better known as Baba the Bog Witch, kidnapper of Bluto Zeigfried. She did...something...to the leaders of the Houses. The other Heroes reported something of an enchanting song...all I know is, this started reacting like crazy when she started doing it." Arthur reaches into his pocket and extracts his Zoot's Plaything, which, in contrast to its behavior that night, did nothing but ripple gently in response to the movement. "Whatever she did, the Heads of the Houses--which were close to coming to peace, hell, one of the Hinckwell children was betrothed to a daughter of the Shadeaux--were provoked to greater discord than ever. Not even my best reason and diplomacy were enough to convince them to abandon the realms of madness for reason. In fact, they seemed insulted at the very suggestion. It seems that one's Diplomacy isn't good enough unless one lugs around a shield, and most of the people who do that seem more interested in bloodshed than redemption." Arthur shoots a nervous glance at Boomingham, even though he knew the Paladin was much too far away to hear. "And that's not all..."

"Violetta the Cat Burglar--a.k.a. Kayla Raltyn--was a Hero's long-lost sister. As in, biologically related. And as if that weren't complicated enough, their distant, undead ancestor is one of the Heroes who helped kill her. The situation is all sorts of messed up--and that's just the first Quest I was on since Dyric and I last met." He shakes his head. "The past week has been...less than restful," he says sadly.

[CorneliusMurdock]

"Well the only orcs I met before were in Baltarok."

It always nice when a being can expand horizon and make new friends. Cronk has met many new friends questing. Cronk finds making friends almost as rewarding as bashing evil. Ha!

Cronk finds that world is very big place. Plenty of new friends to meet and evil to bash. Cronk is very careful to remember which is which, though.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra rubbed his head, "I not think I was out for that long. I still wonder who the Veteran might be. Copper Fox does offer to teach heroes their class, but that is little obvious. Still, he is most well known Veteran, he would have chance to met all heroes, and know if they could be swayed. But this witch, is she connected to the Wolfgang? Because if Wolfgang used her to promote civil war, then their argument for wanting to help people of Eubric falls apart. Even if houses destroy each other and things get better, so many innocents will be lost in fighting. Houses won't care about who gets in crossfire, villages could get wiped out. Still, knowledge of Baba alone is troubling. I have faced mental plagues before, they are very dangerous. Even if corruption is removed, there can be side-effects. Peace may never get as close as it was."

De'kra continued, "I...not really an expert on your people's families. Back home we emerged from world, and that was it. No fathers, no daughters, just brothers and sisters. And our word for sister more closely translates to 'blue brother.' Which says lot about culture barrier. I mean I know about eggs, squids lay them. But I not familiar with families exactly. It sound like betrayal kind of, but I not sure who is betraying who. I do worry, what has living sister done and this knowledge, if she knows?"

OOC: Ce-Matoran, Ga-Matoran, and Vo-Matoran; all have blue in their color scheme and are female. And since Av-Matoran can turn blue, I think it is a thing.

[The Legonater]

"De'kra, I don't think I ever told you this part. There was a Witch at the party. No, not Atramor--but I still do not trust him, either. She called herself Barbariccia Dellamore, better known as Baba the Bog Witch, kidnapper of Bluto Zeigfried. She did...something...to the leaders of the Houses. The other Heroes reported something of an enchanting song...all I know is, this started reacting like crazy when she started doing it." Arthur reaches into his pocket and extracts his Zoot's Plaything, which, in contrast to its behavior that night, did nothing but ripple gently in response to the movement. "Whatever she did, the Heads of the Houses--which were close to coming to peace, hell, one of the Hinckwell children was betrothed to a daughter of the Shadeaux--were provoked to greater discord than ever. Not even my best reason and diplomacy were enough to convince them to abandon the realms of madness for reason. In fact, they seemed insulted at the very suggestion. It seems that one's Diplomacy isn't good enough unless one lugs around a shield, and most of the people who do that seem more interested in bloodshed than redemption."

At most of the recap, Dyric had stayed largely silent. After hearing this, however, a deadly fire came to Dyric's eyes.

Peace!? They were finally at peace? A hard fought peace we have struggled to achieve for the past year? And now, this... this witch, yet another Dark Lady steps in a thwarts all of it? Dyric throws up his hands in frustration, and paces for a few moments. I dedicated my life for this, Brother, I dedicated my life for the protection of Eubric. The elimination of chaos. The security of the houses. Now that's been thrown away - all of it - by this... this 'Baba'.

Dyric heard Arthur continue talking, but could barely concentrate on the words in his fury.

We have to defeat her, Brother. We have to defeat Baba. This isn't even like Wren, that was business. She was chaos, she needed to be stopped. This!? Whether Baba knows or not, she has made this personal. She must be stopped. For me, for Heroica, for Eubric, the houses - for gorram everything.

So much for a perfectly good day.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra nodded, "Agreed. I had clung to hope about the Hinckwell and Shadeaux children, that their generation might be more peaceful. And since humans live so short their time would have come so much sooner. But this? This set us far back. Baba needs to be stopped. I just...what if war breaks out between houses? Is that even possible?"

[The Legonater]

I point to the Heroica crest on the floor. If war breaks out, we will be here to stop it. This, this is what Heroica was founded for. To fight the battles others couldn't face. We're here as a promise to Eubric. If and when war breaks out, it'll be up to us.

There's a long sigh. If only there's some way we could mobilize. If there were some sort of neutral party that could stand if the houses fall apart...

[Kintobor]

"Well, I already hurt one of my few descendants. I hope to make amends with the other."

"My name is Sorrow - undead human for as long as I have lived."

"A little contradictory, don't you think?"

Karie gave a sarcastic grin. It vanished quickly though as she remembers what happened.

"I intended to go to my place, maybe get hammered, tipsy, drunk, something along those lines. I got a few bottles of hard lemonade I was saving for a rainy day. It's just up this street."

[Endgame]

I chuckle.

"Heh. Life is for living, even if you aren't neccasarily living yourself."

I chuckle a bit more, my next question without malice:

"That your idea of a good time, huh?"

[Flipz]

IC: De'kra rubbed his head, "I not think I was out for that long. I still wonder who the Veteran might be. Copper Fox does offer to teach heroes their class, but that is little obvious. Still, he is most well known Veteran, he would have chance to met all heroes, and know if they could be swayed. But this witch, is she connected to the Wolfgang? Because if Wolfgang used her to promote civil war, then their argument for wanting to help people of Eubric falls apart. Even if houses destroy each other and things get better, so many innocents will be lost in fighting. Houses won't care about who gets in crossfire, villages could get wiped out. Still, knowledge of Baba alone is troubling. I have faced mental plagues before, they are very dangerous. Even if corruption is removed, there can be side-effects. Peace may never get as close as it was."

De'kra continued, "I...not really an expert on your people's families. Back home we emerged from world, and that was it. No fathers, no daughters, just brothers and sisters. And our word for sister more closely translates to 'blue brother.' Which says lot about culture barrier. I mean I know about eggs, squids lay them. But I not familiar with families exactly. It sound like betrayal kind of, but I not sure who is betraying who. I do worry, what has living sister done and this knowledge, if she knows?"

OOC: Ce-Matoran, Ga-Matoran, and Vo-Matoran; all have blue in their color scheme and are female. And since Av-Matoran can turn blue, I think it is a thing.

"I...don't know. At this point, I have to trust I got through to her. Her Destiny is her own, I've done all I can to help her find it. That has to be enough."

At most of the recap, Dyric had stayed largely silent. After hearing this, however, a deadly fire came to Dyric's eyes.

Peace!? They were finally at peace? A hard fought peace we have struggled to achieve for the past year? And now, this... this witch, yet another Dark Lady steps in a thwarts all of it? Dyric throws up his hands in frustration, and paces for a few moments. I dedicated my life for this, Brother, I dedicated my life for the protection of Eubric. The elimination of chaos. The security of the houses. Now that's been thrown away - all of it - by this... this 'Baba'.

Dyric heard Arthur continue talking, but could barely concentrate on the words in his fury.

We have to defeat her, Brother. We have to defeat Baba. This isn't even like Wren, that was business. She was chaos, she needed to be stopped. This!? Whether Baba knows or not, she has made this personal. She must be stopped. For me, for Heroica, for Eubric, the houses - for gorram everything.

So much for a perfectly good day.

"I know, Brother, I know. I joined the Watch as penance for my crimes--but now I have been handed a new opportunity to protect this city. A second chance, to do to the Wolfgang what I failed to do with Wren. And make no mistake--I intend to stop Baba personally. Even if it's not technically 'personal'...I've seen what she can do to her foes. I can't let anyone else die for me--not again. Not ever again."

IC: De'kra nodded, "Agreed. I had clung to hope about the Hinckwell and Shadeaux children, that their generation might be more peaceful. And since humans live so short their time would have come so much sooner. But this? This set us far back. Baba needs to be stopped. I just...what if war breaks out between houses? Is that even possible?"

I point to the Heroica crest on the floor. If war breaks out, we will be here to stop it. This, this is what Heroica was founded for. To fight the battles others couldn't face. We're here as a promise to Eubric. If and when war breaks out, it'll be up to us.

There's a long sigh. If only there's some way we could mobilize. If there were some sort of neutral party that could stand if the houses fall apart...

"The problem is, that IS the Wolfgang's plan. They feed the poor and destitute in the Hovels, ensnaring the hearts of the people while the Houses stand there, useless, too self-concerned by the devices of their own plots and riches to aid anyone but themselves. In many ways, the Wolfgang would be righteous...if it weren't all a lie devised by a power-hungry madman. But...there is a hope."

"The Watch can provide support and order...but, as much as I hate to admit it, we lack heart. On my last Quest, we met the Syndicate, an organization of...well, they started out as criminals. Their leader, formerly known as the Stealer of Senses, had a device called 'The Harvester' that allowed him to steal senses...including people's common sense, leaving them lucid, but susceptible to his suggestions. He wanted to use it on the Wolfgang, and later the population of Eubric at large, to create a quiet, peaceful world. He was a good person, who simply chose horrible, horrible means to try to achieve a noble goal--ours, in fact. We eventually convinced him to destroy the device, and to use words rather than manipulating others' minds. He and the Syndicate are now working with the Town Watch--serving a valuable role in countering the Wolfgang's propaganda by proving they aren't the only ones with care for those without wealth. It's not the only solution--but it's a step. If either of you find yourself in a position, leave food and supplies at The Albatross Inn--someone there will ensure it gets to the right place."

OOC: I just realized that the Harvester is basically a Vahki Zadakh's staff power in a more compact package.

Edited July 17, 2013 by Flipz

[Zepher]

Boomingham glances around the room and notes a few faces. He huddles carefully over his tea and sniffs at the sweet comforting smells.

Speaking to Barty she said

You seem cheerful little spirit! Does your charge prosper? Does his path bend ever closer to the will of your master?

And to Boomingham,

I am glad my gift was enjoyed! Yes, that quest for the zeigfrieds which involved time travel. That was a strange experience.

"He is doing as he does," says Barty loosely and with a sigh. "His path bends, that's certain, though it's this way and that." The little angel pauses for a moment. "He has a good heart," he whispers. "Just wish he'd show it more often."

"What was that?" Boomingham growls.

"Nothing. Angel mumbo jumbo," Barty assures him. Boomingham smiles lazily.

"Strange indeed. How has strange Olegia been treating you, my dearest?"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen leans forward and speaks in a low urgent voice.

We freed a dragon from a witch's curse.

That's the second dragon I've seen in my many summers and both have been here in Eubric. There is something about this place which draws lost things to it.

Nerwen shakes her head as if to clear gloomy thoughts.

The world is changing.

I mean, of course it changes every day, but I sense a point approaching where everything in the city shifts suddenly. Like an earthquake, but in peoples' heads rather than in the earth. Nothing will be the same after.

She looks expectantly at Barty, wondering if he is attuned to the same foreboding.

Edited July 17, 2013 by Chromeknight

[Zepher]

"I think we've felt the first tremors," says Boomingham sadly. "The heads of many are already being warped."

"There is a witch walking the streets," says Barty ominously, hovering close to Boomingham's head, either seeking to protect his charge or seeking protection from his charge.

"She's allied herself with the Wolfgang. And she's in the head of many of the leaders of this city already." Boomingham's eyes now land on Karie. "I'm afraid that some things once done can't be undone. I don't know how much damage she did to our leaders, but it may be permanent. Wasn't your friend Guts talking of a change in power? It may be that there aren't that many other options, is the seeds of discord remain sown. I told him it would only come in a time of discord, but it looks as if it's upon us." Boomingham sips at his tea. "Am I allowed another Flaming Gumball, Ellaria? I may need it with all this talk."

"She has influence over even me," the angel whimpers to Nerwen.

[Kintobor]

I chuckle.

"Heh. Life is for living, even if you aren't neccasarily living yourself."

I chuckle a bit more, my next question without malice:

"That your idea of a good time, huh?"

"No, not really. I just... it's nothing."

Karie stops in front of a three story building.

"Here it is. I rent the top floor. The owner said it used to be an artist's studio, but it's now got full appliances and what not. The entrance's is actually up that set of stairs in the alley."

Karie still feels unnerved being with her great times seventeen relative, but tries to at least keep the peace and allows him to follow her. As she makes it to the top of the staircase and begins to search her person for her key.

"I know I have it on me somewhere... So we're you always undead, or were you at one point alive, or what?

[Endgame]

I nod.

"Seems like you're doing welll for yourself."

I try to keep my voice normal, but a hint of glumness manages to slip in despite my best efforts.

"6 months is all I had. Burned alive as a kid - was revived by a necromancer who I now consider my father."

[The Legonater]

"The problem is, that IS the Wolfgang's plan. They feed the poor and destitute in the Hovels, ensnaring the hearts of the people while the Houses stand there, useless, too self-concerned by the devices of their own plots and riches to aid anyone but themselves. In many ways, the Wolfgang would be righteous...if it weren't all a lie devised by a power-hungry madman. But...there is a hope."

"The Watch can provide support and order...but, as much as I hate to admit it, we lack heart. On my last Quest, we met the Syndicate, an organization of...well, they started out as criminals. Their leader, formerly known as the Stealer of Senses, had a device called 'The Harvester' that allowed him to steal senses...including people's common sense, leaving them lucid, but susceptible to his suggestions. He wanted to use it on the Wolfgang, and later the population of Eubric at large, to create a quiet, peaceful world. He was a good person, who simply chose horrible, horrible means to try to achieve a noble goal--ours, in fact. We eventually convinced him to destroy the device, and to use words rather than manipulating others' minds. He and the Syndicate are now working with the Town Watch--serving a valuable role in countering the Wolfgang's propaganda by proving they aren't the only ones with care for those without wealth. It's not the only solution--but it's a step. If either of you find yourself in a position, leave food and supplies at The Albatross Inn--someone there will ensure it gets to the right place."

Look, Broth-Arthur. I'm not talking about the Wolfgang, or even the Watch. They have their own needs and wants and motives. I'm talking about... I don't know, some sort of second group entirely.

I apologize. First time we've met since Wren and we're talking politics. How've you been, Arthur? You still haven't answered my question about Alexis.

[Kintobor]

Karie continues to rummage through her pockets, sounding a little surprised.

"Um... well that's... different."

She finally manages to find the key and opens the door.

"There's not a lot here, but make yourself comfy."

Karie walks into the room and takes her cape off, resting it on the back of a chair, accompanying a small table next to a counter to the right, piled with dirty dishes. A squat stove sits in the left corner closest to the entry door. On the left wall rests a large walk in wardrobe. A section of the room is walled off, leading into a bathroom. Karie goes and lays on a single bed in the back of the room face first, a chest sits at the end of it.

"Drinks are in the ice box under the sink by the counter. Washroom's over there. I only got the two chairs by the table but I intend to get a couch or something for guest to sleep on. Feel free to look about. I'm going to just lay here for a minute. I feel exhausted.

OOC: If there's anything in the studio you want to look, feel free to do so.

[Endgame]

Well, this was getting increasingly awkward, but atleast the apartment itself was cozy. I realize that, despite the fact I had enough gold to afford a penthouse, I slept on a hammock outside the hall, with a dagger literally under my pillow. It hits me that i was pretty much a hobo in comparison, and an undead decaying one at that. Scary thought.

"Nice place, Karie.", I remark, looking around the apartment. And it was true. I drift over to the the window, looking out at the sea for a few moments. The sound of the ocean was as soothing as ever.

I look around the room, going for a drink when I spot a fresh boquet of roses. I smile - gave a few of those to my Sarah, once upon a time.

"Helvetia almighty, i'm beginning to sound old..." I think.

"Have an admirer?" I ask.

[Kintobor]

"Yeah, he was here last night. I suppose he left the bouquet after I fell asleep."

Karie stretches on her bed and lazily kicks her shoes off. She didn't know what kind of elderly old man Sorrow was like. She sighed, a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"We didn't do anything sexual if that's the answer you're looking for."

[Duvors]

It always nice when a being can expand horizon and make new friends. Cronk has met many new friends questing. Cronk finds making friends almost as rewarding as bashing evil. Ha!

Cronk finds that world is very big place. Plenty of new friends to meet and evil to bash. Cronk is very careful to remember which is which, though.

"Yes,the world is big,for Me it seems that It's to big for Me to go where I want."

"Then again,thats probably a good thing."

[Endgame]

I give a slight smile.

"Just here to talk a bit, not to manage your life. What you do is what you do. I'm just happy that he treats you well, Karie. He's not a vigilante crimelord, is he?" I joke, heading over to the cooler. I pull out two bottles.

"Hard lemonade, right?"

Edited July 17, 2013 by Endgame