Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Duvors]

"Ah yissss, mister... Sorrow? How do you do? My name is Throlar, and I expect you to elicit no joy from meeting me. And yissss... that quest was indeed an ordeal, a penance."

[Khorne]

The doors of Heroica Hall opened and in stepped Eric once more. It had been a while since he had a free drink here. A drink is always nice, but it's the free ones that are the best.

Eric closed the door behind him, slamming it a bit more than is supposed to. Some folks look up, the desired effect the Nord had wished to achieve. He always liked it when his entrance was noticed, even though the others perhaps didn't really care and they only looked up out of pure reflex. It didn't matter, Eric had his moment of attention.

He peered around as he strode towards the bar. He noticed some faces he hadn't seen before. None were female, which was kind of sad, really. Eric then saw Sarge and Althior sitting together. Sadly, Throlar was there, too. The Nord figured there could be worse company than Sarge and Althior and so decided to head for there table.

He smiled mischievously as he gently nodded towards those at the table. "Old man, dead man, small man. Mind if this gentle man joins you at your table? How are my compatriots?"

Eyeing Sarge's new armor, he added himself, "Fine, I suppose from the looks of it."

[Pyrovisionary]

Althior leaned in and lowered his voice. "Now you tell me. It was you and the Nord that signed on for this without a blink of the eye. Sure, we did some good. Got Dain a good job, returned a kid to his parents, put an old lady out of her misery. We did an awful lot of bad too." He paused, "We could bicker about this all night. It all depends on where your loyalties lie. Your friends at the Guild may not have a problem with these rebels. Just improves their business, right? Talk to someone worshiping the Hinckwells or the Bonapartes and you may get a different story," He lowers his voice, "I said it in the sewers and I'll say it again. A war for Eubric will come, and on that day you're going to have to decide where your loyalties lie. Hopefully I can get pulled out of here before that happens."

Sarge whispers to althior under his breath "I'd love to speak but we got company."

As the others arrive he returns to his normal voice

"What is this, a reunion? Good to see you Eric" In response to everyone's complemants about his armour, he shrugs, dispalcing his pauldrons slightly. "Well I didn't want the same helm as this little bugger" He bangs on the side of throlar's helmet with the back of his skeletal hand. He breathes out some smoke and coughs for asecond before relaxing

"Gentle man my big behind"

Edited September 30, 2014 by Pyrovisionary

[K-Nut]

He smiled mischievously as he gently nodded towards those at the table. "Old man, dead man, small man. Mind if this gentle man joins you at your table? How are my compatriots?"

"Do I still look dead to you, Nord? You want a real dead man just turn your head," He gestured to Sorrow, "Where'd you leave your lady-friend, then? Leaving a young girl alone in the city isn't a great thing to do. Guess it's no worse than Vega..."

[Endgame]

"Sorrow, you're no longer wearing that moody hood, I had never expected you to have white hair, or hair anyway. " sarge pauses, puffs on his Cigar then continues " How've you been since Charis?"

"Better in some ways, worse in others. Typical for most, really."

Althior chortled. "Not sure if you could call it an adventure. More like an ordeal," It was nice seeing a familiar face, even if he wasn't sure Sorrow technically had said "familiar face". He looked up to the assassin. "Could say the same for yourself. You were off doing some hall monitor service a while back, if I remember correctly. What was that, 9 months ago? Damn, must have been one hell of a job."

"Hell of a job it was. Felt like we spent a day in there, but no, an archdemon's magic instead made it 6 months. It was quite the ordeal... 13 hordes of demons, we faced, the archdemon's vessel among them. Nasty things.

So, how was your ordeal? You fard better than I did, I hope."

"Ah yissss, mister... Sorrow? How do you do? My name is Throlar, and I expect you to elicit no joy from meeting me. And yissss... that quest was indeed an ordeal, a penance."

"Hmmm. I'm doing well enough.

A penance? For what, may I ask?"

He smiled mischievously as he gently nodded towards those at the table. "Old man, dead man, small man. Mind if this gentle man joins you at your table? How are my compatriots?"

"I am both old and dead, but si down if you'd like. My name is Sorrow. And you are...?"

"Do I still look dead to you, Nord? You want a real dead man just turn your head," He gestured to Sorrow, "Where'd you leave your lady-friend, then? Leaving a young girl alone in the city isn't a great thing to do. Guess it's no worse than Vega..."

"It's good to see you've, ah, recovered, at least. If the Oculoids still have you shaken, Althior, I've heard that there is currently an expedition to stop them in their own territory... Poetic justice, I call it."

I turn to the Nord.

"Found a diamond in the rough on your last quest, huh?"

[Duvors]

A penance? For what, may I ask?"

"Anger and pride, for me anyway."

"Found a diamond in the rough on your last quest, huh?"

"If it is who I think it is then she's no damn diamond, more like a peridot, pff."

[K-Nut]

"Hell of a job it was. Felt like we spent a day in there, but no, an archdemon's magic instead made it 6 months. It was quite the ordeal... 13 hordes of demons, we faced, the archdemon's vessel among them. Nasty things.

So, how was your ordeal? You fard better than I did, I hope."

He chuckled, "I've had my troubles with demons in my day. Real pain.

If by faring well you mean taking down a 500 foot tower and betraying our employers trust along with destroying the memories of generations, then sure." He pauses "Makes the days of Missing Matriarchs and Guarding Parties seem like a long, long time ago, right?"

"It's good to see you've, ah, recovered, at least. If the Oculoids still have you shaken, Althior, I've heard that there is currently an expedition to stop them in their own territory... Poetic justice, I call it."

"And they didn't invite me," He sips his drink, "Damn things said I was the same as that god-forsaken beast they worship. Would've been nice to end him myself. As long as he gets what's coming to him, perhaps I could lease up the opportunity to rip him to shreds."

[Khorne]

"Do I still look dead to you, Nord? You want a real dead man just turn your head," He gestured to Sorrow, "Where'd you leave your lady-friend, then? Leaving a young girl alone in the city isn't a great thing to do. Guess it's no worse than Vega..."

Eric chuckled. "Hehe, Althior. I strongly believe in a woman's right to independence and self-determination, so I left her be for the time being. I'll see her again when I want to or you know, just later. Not now."

The Nord turned to Sorrow. He had probably seen the hero around in the Hall, but this was the first time he actually said a word to him and saw him up close.

"I am both old and dead, but si down if you'd like. My name is Sorrow. And you are...?"

I turn to the Nord.

"Found a diamond in the rough on your last quest, huh?"

Eric grinned and cocked up an eyebrow, enjoying the attention once more. "My name is Eric. I hail from the North. The more important question to be posed here however, is what are you? You're old and dead, yet you do not look like a Vampire to me. Believe me, I'm quite familiar with their kind. But you don't quite strike me as a brainless zombie, either.."

Taking a large sip from his mead, Eric replied: "Like I said to Althior, Periwinkle's more of a rough diamond than a diamond in the rough. She can handle her own, mostly... she might have been somewhat in the rough. You know how it goes, my heart was too big to leave the poor girl behind in Vega."

He chuckled mischievously and grinned broader, quickly taking another sip.

If by faring well you mean taking down a 500 foot tower and betraying our employers trust along with destroying the memories of generations, then sure." He pauses "Makes the days of Missing Matriarchs and Guarding Parties seem like a long, long time ago, right?"

"You forgot the part where we made a 1000 gold doing that", Eric added.

[Duvors]

Taking a large sip from his mead, Eric replied: "Like I said to Althior, Periwinkle's more of a rough diamond than a diamond in the rough. She can handle her own, mostly... she might have been somewhat in the rough. You know how it goes, my heart was too big to leave the poor girl behind in Vega."

He chuckled mischievously and grinned broader, quickly taking another sip.

Yeah right, your heart. Throlar didn't actually say that out loud but it was rather obvious what he was thinking.

"You forgot the part where we made a 1,000 gold doing that", Eric added.

"A thousand? Ha! Sorry to tell you mate but you've been ripped off! A thousand gold is approximately the amount you'd get out of what, five quests? That may make you rich compared to your average inhabitant of the hovels but it won't carry much weight anywhere else, you ought to have upped the price for your treachery, five thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million! One measly little thousand! you have that spent in a week and then where are you, hmm?"

[Pyrovisionary]

"A thousand? Ha! Sorry to tell you mate but you've been ripped off! A thousand gold is approximately the amount you'd get out of what, five quests? That may make you rich compared to your average inhabitant of the hovels but it won't carry much weight anywhere else, you ought to have upped the price for your treachery, five thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million! One measly little thousand! you have that spent in a week and then where are you, hmm?"

Sarge Gets up and leaves the hall.

[K-Nut]

"A thousand? Ha! Sorry to tell you mate but you've been ripped off! A thousand gold is approximately the amount you'd get out of what, five quests? That may make you rich compared to your average inhabitant of the hovels but it won't carry much weight anywhere else, you ought to have upped the price for your treachery, five thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million! One measly little thousand! you have that spent in a week and then where are you, hmm?"

"Farther ahead than you," he spits the words at the dwarf from across the table.

[Duvors]

"Farther ahead than you," he spits the words at the dwarf from across the table.

"Really? Well I've never thought that money was really that important, I admit that it is the basis of the system of exchange upon which civilization is founded, but I don't see anything in then other than that. The value in it is in spending it, if you just have it it's worthless. But it's rather obvious that you see some importance in useless, supposedly, hoarding of large amounts, otherwise you wouldn't react quite so vehemently to my words, d'you mind telling me what it is?" Edited October 1, 2014 by Lord Duvors

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen, sensing that his conversation with Germ was over, walked back over to the bar.

"One orange juice please, on the rocks."

[Duvors]

"One orange juice please, on the rocks."

"I... have... never heard that in my life, nor did I ever expect to."

"Sorry, Althor, what... were we talking about? Money?"

Edited October 1, 2014 by Lord Duvors

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen grinned.

After taking a sip of his drink, he remarked: "Yep, that's me. I'm always saying stuff you've never heard before or since."

Meanwhile, Quarion ordered a meal.

"I'll take a... Steak and chips. Warlen?"

"Hmmmm... I'll have the Zygonoodian soup, with a side of chips."

[Flare]

Benji walks into the hall, stomping up the stairs to the bar. He calls out in a rather loud voice.

"Hey, anyone have any mythril for sale? If so, you've got a buyer."

Noticing the few odd looks he's receiving, he shakes his head and walks towards Schnazzy. Grabbing a half dozen glasses of ale from the counter with his large clawed hands, he slams them down on the table of Althior, Sorrow, and others, making a motion as if to make clear that he brought the drinks for them. He picks one up and chugs it down. Grinning he speaks up.

"Ay mates, nice to see you lot."

Edited October 2, 2014 by Flare

[Asphalt]

The Hall doors swing open with a bang and Vindsval ducks through. He walks towards the center of the room, his footsteps rattling glasses and knocking dust from the rafters. He scans left and right, looking for someone.

CARVENHALL, where are you my friend?

He looks up and sees Carvenhall sitting alone at a massive table full of tiny drinks. He makes his way to the stairs and goes up gingerly. He walks to the table and drops a Tricorn Hat on the table.

You left that on the ship, as grateful as I would be to have it I am sure you want it back.

[Duvors]

"Ay mates, nice to see you lot."

"Benji! Nice to see you mate, how are you doing? I'm sorry, I don't have any mythril, wish I did!"

He looks up and sees Carvenhall sitting alone at a massive table full of tiny drinks. He makes his way to the stairs and goes up gingerly. He walks to the table and drops a Tricorn Hat on the table.

You left that on the ship, as grateful as I would be to have it I am sure you want it back.

Throlar looked up in the direction of the voice to see who was speaking, and instantly forgot everything else.

"How... no... Who are... help... what, are you?"

[Pyrovisionary]

"Alright benji."

Sarge idly fiddles with two golden coins. Seeing the Large creature he smiles, before turning to the dwarf.

"It's Orokai, ghost come to kill you little dwarf. But it can't get you if you sit on a different bloody table!" Sarge raises his voice for the last part.

[Khorne]

"A thousand? Ha! Sorry to tell you mate but you've been ripped off! A thousand gold is approximately the amount you'd get out of what, five quests? That may make you rich compared to your average inhabitant of the hovels but it won't carry much weight anywhere else, you ought to have upped the price for your treachery, five thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million! One measly little thousand! you have that spent in a week and then where are you, hmm?"

"Now I'm at a point where I have 1000 gold and you don't. When I spent that 1000 gold, I'll be at a point where my net worth will still include a 1000 gold and yours still wouldn't. So yeah, we're actually ahead of you, dwarf."

"Anyway, all that aside. Did you enjoy the Babelethian sceneries and locales while you had the time to explore on your own?"

Noticing the few odd looks he's receiving, he shakes his head and walks towards Schnazzy. Grabbing a half dozen glasses of ale from the counter with his large clawed hands, he slams them down on the table of Althior, Sorrow, and others, making a motion as if to make clear that he brought the drinks for them. He picks one up and chugs it down. Grinning he speaks up.

"Ay mates, nice to see you lot."

Eric takes one of the drinks and raises it in salutation to Benji. "Nice to see someone bringing around drinks."

[Asphalt]

Throlar looked up in the direction of the voice to see who was speaking, and instantly forgot everything else.

"How... no... Who are... help... what, are you?"

The Half Giant Chuckles deep in his chest, apparently used to the dwarves reaction.

Well met Child of the Mountain. The who is easily enough answered. I am Vindsval, called the Half-Born. Warrior Priest of the Wanderer.

He holds a massive hand out to the startled dwarf.

Who might I be addressing? To meet a friend of Carvenhall is a boon indeed.

Edited October 2, 2014 by Asphalt

[Endgame]

He chuckled, "I've had my troubles with demons in my day. Real pain.

If by faring well you mean taking down a 500 foot tower and betraying our employers trust along with destroying the memories of generations, then sure." He pauses "Makes the days of Missing Matriarchs and Guarding Parties seem like a long, long time ago, right?"

"And they didn't invite me," He sips his drink, "Damn things said I was the same as that god-forsaken beast they worship. Would've been nice to end him myself. As long as he gets what's coming to him, perhaps I could lease up the opportunity to rip him to shreds."

"You... Did that? Why in the world... Agh, never mind. You must've had your reasons... Right?

Yes, I think you know a few of the heroes that are going. Johon, Karie, Boomingham, Karie's spouse... It's a good team. They'll win."

The Nord turned to Sorrow. He had probably seen the hero around in the Hall, but this was the first time he actually said a word to him and saw him up close.

"My name is Eric. I hail from the North. The more important question to be posed here however, is what are you? You're old and dead, yet you do not look like a Vampire to me. Believe me, I'm quite familiar with their kind. But you don't quite strike me as a brainless zombie, either.."

Taking a large sip from his mead, Eric replied: "Like I said to Althior, Periwinkle's more of a rough diamond than a diamond in the rough. She can handle her own, mostly... she might have been somewhat in the rough. You know how it goes, my heart was too big to leave the poor girl behind in Vega."

"You forgot the part where we made a 1000 gold doing that", Eric added.

"I am... Quite undead. I died at a very young age, but a necromancer tethered my soul back to my body. Good as new... For a little bit, anyay.

Well, good on you for helping the girl out."

My good mood evaporates when they mention the money.

"Who has five thousand gold to shell out in a day? Not even the houses would do that."

Edited October 2, 2014 by Endgame

[Duvors]

My good mood evaporates when they mention the money.

"Who has five thousand gold to shell out in a day? Not even the houses would do that."

"One thousand... not five... Wolfgang." Throlar had, despite being distracted by utter terror, been able to hear that much.

[Endgame]

"One thousand... not five... Wolfgang." Throlar had, despite being distracted by utter terror, been able to hear that much.

"A thousand a piece - five thousand between all of you.

...Wolfgang? You cooperated with the Wolfgang."

My last word was practically dripping venom, I lean back in my chair uneasily.

[Pyrovisionary]

"A thousand a piece - five thousand between all of you.

...Wolfgang? You cooperated with the Wolfgang."

My last word was practically dripping venom, I lean back in my chair uneasily.

"No, we meant the composer. We blew up a giant tower for a bleeding composer and were payed 1000 gold."