Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pyrovisionary]

"What I take from that is that you think you can achieve the most power by working alone. On your own terms, answering to no one. Let me... propose something to you. I am Guts Holla. The Raider. The Captain. Guts Holla is not my true name, nor do I need to use that, or another of the dozens of names I have. What you need to know is I am the strongest person on the island right now. If you are looking for a fight, you will not find an opponent that can outshine me. Thirty five years ago I had less than any idiot in the hovels could begin to imagine. Ten years after, I owned an empire. After that, it took the power of a temple and the strongest magicks you have witnessed to stop my heart, but I rose again and am here, able to take on any hero in this hall and walk out unscratched. I am offering you an opportunity. Join me, and I will make you stronger than you can imagine, and give you all the power you long for."

[CMP]

"S'long as that doesn't change. We're humans. I don't believe in fate and don't follow the gods, but it's obvious enough we ain't meant to stick around."

The witch accepted the Level-Up Mushroom from the strange druid, looking over it briefly before taking a few bites out of it. The flavor was invigorating. Very much so. When he looked up again, the hall seemed to have changed. The colors swam and became more vibrant. The table expanded and grew though the heroes grouped around it didn't seem to notice. Atramor blinked a few times. The flame in Nyx's drink grew into a multicolored inferno even as the mage sipped casually from it. The blood wiped from Guts' nose seemed to float across the room. The strange druid had turned into a giant tree right in the middle of the hall while a raptor skittered around it repeatedly. McCafferey bawked loudly again - when he looked at the chicken, its beady black eyes showed a depth far beyond what had been there before. Entire countries he saw within...other planes of existence, even. All behind the guise of poultry.

The rogue found himself being carried downward by the hall's stairs, which had convenient started moving for him. Such nice stairs. They deserved better than being stepped on all the time by ungrateful heroes...he passed the Quest board, each notice and paper peeling off of it and whizzing aimlessly around him. He pulled the Pheles Rod off his back to clear them out of the way, but found only an angry-looking, spiked snake wrapped around his arm, venomous blue eyes staring at him as its matching tongue slithered in and out of its mouth with each cruel hiss. It lurched forward, sinking its fangs into his arm. Atramor felt no pain and saw no blood, yet could feel his strength being sapped away rapidly. He stumbled onto his knees, but the hall's floor still seemed to move as if he walked along them. He looked up to see a large, confused looking fox, its fur a brilliant copper in the torchlight, even as a dozen faceless dummies danced around it in a circle, each carrying a different weapon.

"Neat...," observed the witch, enthralled, before crumpling to the floor.

[Scubacarrot]

"Sodding lightweight." The raider mumbled...

[Brickdoctor]

I watch with my one eye cocked as Atramor consumes his XP 'Shroom.

"Huh, that never happens when I eat them...I just eat them and then my XP goes up...must be something unrelated to stat boosts, like this 'drunk' thing heroes talk about when they drink Mead."

[Pyrovisionary]

"Let me get this straight mister Holla. Yer starting a sort of army.... A military ? Can I offer my services ? Or am I to inexperienced. "

[Peppermint_M]

Tesni tried to keep back the snorts of laughter that bubbled inside, she wasn't in the mood to pick a fight in the hall, even if some of her blades were itching to be used again. She decided to take a walk, and left the table behind.

[Scubacarrot]

"Hmm. Sarge, wasn't it? Last time we met, you wanted to use my ship for pillaging and piracy, if my memory serves. Let me get this straight. I am not starting an army, I am starting a revolution. I don't know you. Perhaps we'll revisit this subject when we've seen each other in action."

[CMP]

"Your ship?" questioned the newly-clothed Atramor as he retook his seat, throwing back the last of the rum he'd left sitting there shortly before his visit to the training room. "Didn't know ya' have a ship."

[Scubacarrot]

"I do. What of it?"

[CMP]

The regulator half-shrugged. "Didn't figure ya' much of a sailor."

[Pyrovisionary]

"Hmm. Sarge, wasn't it? Last time we met, you wanted to use my ship for pillaging and piracy, if my memory serves. Let me get this straight. I am not starting an army, I am starting a revolution. I don't know you. Perhaps we'll revisit this subject when we've seen each other in action."

"I'm not gonna say thet I was young and stupid cos I wasn't, piracy is revolutionary-ish work. I see what you mean. Though every revolution has it's militia, you wouldn't be trying to start one if you didn't know that. May We meet in battle. Hopefully on the same side."

Edited September 17, 2013 by Pyrovisionary

[CMP]

"That depends on the pirate," remarked Atramor to the peg-legged old man's words. "Not as many as ya' might think do it just to spite authority."

[Pyrovisionary]

"That depends on the pirate," remarked Atramor to the peg-legged old man's words. "Not as many as ya' might think do it just to spite authority."

"Oh, revolutionaries are a minority all right in pirating. Hell, in the Bonapartes we used to run off with their cargo! "

Edited September 17, 2013 by Pyrovisionary

[Rumble Strike]

"Atramor, you look... Different," said Tarn, who had seen his friend seem to go off the rails, leave the Hall, and come back a changed person.

[CMP]

One of Atramor's eyelids twitched.

"That's just the kind of attitude that drives them to do so, actually. And ya' call us pirates."

He instead turned to Tarn.

"Aye. Got some more trainin' from the Copper Fox, figured I may as well get some better clothes. Those ninja bastards sure can bleed, cloak was nearly as red as Hybros'. Gotta admit, though. I missed the hat."

[Pyrovisionary]

One of Atramor's eyelids twitched.

"That's just the kind of attitude that drives them to do so, actually. And ya' call us pirates."

Ooc: Sorry, forgot to put a sarcasm emote in there.

"I was being sarcastic"

[Brickdoctor]

"Hmm. Sarge, wasn't it?"

"Master Holla, if you'll forgive me for overhearing and interrupting, I believe that when last we were in the Hall, Sergeant McEncy was attempting to help form an order of knights — he may not be fully committed to Team Guts."

[JimBee]

Hybros sat back in his chair, listening to the conversations. It seemed Tarn and Sarge had drifted elsewhere, but he listened closely to the exchanges between Guts, Nyx and Atramor.

"I'm... good. Just trying to convince these young fools it'd be in their best interest to follow me."

"I'm loyal to myself. Always have been." she states simply "Loyal to my beliefs." she looks away, the small smile appearing, a dreamy expression. She seems to catch herself. "Surely I can aid Heroica better if I am more powerful?"

"I'll take it. You should fight by my side more. You might just change your mind about me."

The raider let out an emotionless chuckle. He had Dyric, Docken, probably Hybros, Nyx and probably others that folllowed him and the previously mentioned. He could go far with that group.

"What do you say Atramor, care to join the winning side, like you do?"

"Let me get this straight. I am not starting an army, I am starting a revolution."

"Heheh... heheheheh. Heh." Hybros apparently found the exchange particularly amusing. "Guts, all this talking about kingdoms and leading... we all serve Heroica, for now. It is in all of our best interests to do so, or else we would not be here. Tell me, what would following you, or any other organization, accomplish that Heroica does not? It is a werehound-eat-werehound world, only a single person can determine their... fate." He shuddered at his use of the word. And although he didn't mind having powerful friends to back him up, the goal ultimately did not concern them. How long would it be until he didn't need them anymore?

"I am human, Atramor. No matter what I can do, I will die, sometimes sooner than I'd like, sometimes it can't be soon enough for me."

Hybros frowned, and interjected. "Do you mean, you look forward to death? We all draw near by the day, but it is... important to do what we must with the time we have, heheh. I, too, feel closer. I am not sure how long my people live, but... it is my goal to find out, I suppose. Heh." He coughed a little, and waited for a response if there was to be one. This was the first time he had verbally shared his goals with someone else, and as soon as he did, he wished he hadn't. He stared at the floor, again.

[Scubacarrot]

"Team Guts? You make it all seem ridiculous, Docken. I don't care what Sergeant McEncy does. Although if he is a knight... Does that make me an archmage?"

[Flare]

Benji grunts at the ridiculous heroes. Guts? Team Guts? What is this nonsense...?

[Scubacarrot]

"I have never used the word kingdoms, Hybros. But I see what you're getting at. We don't do anything unless we get paid. We don't do any good. Be it up to me, we change that. I thought you understood that much. And you misunderstand, I will not die before some things have definitely changed." The raider smirked, and rolled his eyes at Atramor. "That was a declaration of action, not a plan to achieve immortality."

The raider saw Benji standing in the corner. Great. He hated that guy.

Edited September 17, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Brickdoctor]

"Team Guts? You make it all seem ridiculous, Docken. I don't care what Sergeant McEncy does. Although if he is a knight... Does that make me an archmage?"

"I'm told that that's what 'Brickdoctor' and other people he speaks with call it; whoever they are. I had assumed that it was the conventional term. I fail to see how you can be an archmage when there exists no such class."

[Scubacarrot]

"Docken, the day I understand you... Well... I doubt that day will come. Where did you say you came from, again?"

[Brickdoctor]

"Docken, the day I understand you... Well... I doubt that day will come. Where did you say you came from, again?"

"I don't know. I never bothered to find out. It's an irrelevant background detail that at the moment doesn't affect my stats or their progression."

[Scubacarrot]

"...Right. So who were your parents? Who named you? How did you get the eyepatch? Why the get-up you're wearing?"