Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Waterbrick Down]

Chosen Heroes for Quest #116: The Tale of Two Faces

Benji Carvenhall, Level 45.8 Beast Warrior (Flare)

Althior Emorith, Level 42.5 Necromancer (K-Nut)

Hoke Ablesword, Level 34 Mystic Knight (UsernameMDM)

QM Note: The quest will begin probably on the 16th for continuity purposes with the rest of the anthology, please make appropriate preparations.

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke watched Torc as she watched the blue dragon across the way. She seemed intent, but, at the same time, aloof. Hoke let out a chuckle and ran his finger under her chin and down her neck, her reptilian underside felt like silken leather.

He looked up and saw a list of names on the questboard and saw one was his upon inspection.

"I guess we should check out supplies before we leave," Hoke said as he plopped into the large chair by the hearth and rummaged through his pack, pouch and bag.

[Endgame]

Heroes Currently Signed Up For Quest #115: The Tale of One Bleach Too Many

>Vindsval (Asphalt)

>Zunde Xravia (Da Smash Bro)

24 Hours Remain...

QM Note: The quest is not battle centric in the slightest, so if a higher level player would like to sign up, it'd be fine!

[Flipz]

Hybros looked up at the arrival of Arthur, along with a few of who he assumed were his recent questmates. Among them, a tough-looking armored knight with a small dragon hatchling on his shoulder. The imp looked on wearily; he had several experiences with dragons and even fought one, and knew they were quick to anger. Even the little ones. "Ehehm, no I did not find this woman that you spoke of... I think you will be wanting this back, yes? Eheh..." he reluctantly pulled a pouch of 150 gold from his pocket and returned it to the Skirmisher.

"Shame. Still, I owe you my thanks for trying...and for remembering to return my coin." As Arthur goes to add the Gold to his purse, a scrap of parchment falls out of his pack...a scrap of parchment that had once been his most prized possession. "Here," he says, handing the Scroll of Luck to the Chi Monk, "perhaps you'd like to borrow this for a while? I've little use for it these days, and few of my current companions make use of Ether. I'd rather see it used than not, and truth be told I'm not sure if I'm up to the task of Questing right now."

Hoke reads the letter over the skirmisher's shoulder.

"Interesting, to say the least. If I am not selected for this upcoming quest, I may accompany you, if that is not a bother."

"Oh! This here is Torc," Hoke says as his fingers twirl the brown hatchling's writhing tail "I paid a visit to the Copper Fox, and he trained me in the Dragoon fighting style. However, Torc and I need to form a bond, get to know each other, before we are effective in battle, so she will be my companion and not my fighting help, at least not for now."

Hoke pulled out another small piece of meat and held it fast between his thumb and forefinger, making the amber brown hatchling fight and struggle to earn it's prize. Hoke could feel its purring hiss and a slight glowing heat upon his neck.

"In the meantime, I will continue practicing as a Mystic Knight."

"Hello, Torc. Pleased to meet you." The Skirmisher inclines his head respectfully to the Dragon, the burnet beast barely smaller than his old ally Vipera. "It is a formidable responsibility, taking on the care of a Dragon. I wish you luck in your endeavor."

Arthur pats the pocket where the Shadeaux invitation is stored. "I'd appreciate the company, Hoke, especially if you're not--"

Hoke watched Torc as she watched the blue dragon across the way. She seemed intent, but, at the same time, aloof. Hoke let out a chuckle and ran his finger under her chin and down her neck, her reptilian underside felt like silken leather.

He looked up and saw a list of names on the questboard and saw one was his upon inspection.

"I guess we should check out supplies before we leave," Hoke said as he plopped into the large chair by the hearth and rummaged through his pack, pouch and bag.

"How did--? Never mind. Well, it appears you have been chosen. If you're still here in three days' time, I'd be glad to have you and Torc at my side." Just then, he sees Althior rise from his chair. "Althior, wait up! Excuse me," he says to his companions, following the Necromancer to the Marketplace.

[JimBee]

"Shame. Still, I owe you my thanks for trying...and for remembering to return my coin." As Arthur goes to add the Gold to his purse, a scrap of parchment falls out of his pack...a scrap of parchment that had once been his most prized possession. "Here," he says, handing the Scroll of Luck to the Chi Monk, "perhaps you'd like to borrow this for a while? I've little use for it these days, and few of my current companions make use of Ether. I'd rather see it used than not, and truth be told I'm not sure if I'm up to the task of Questing right now."

Hybros took the scroll in his hands, trying to read the incantations written on it. "Ehem, yes, perhaps I could make use of this... but how does it--" Arthur was gone. Perhaps Daneeka would have some clue on how to read and use the scroll. Hybros looked around. He was alone again. He looked around the Hall, and spotted Guts leaning back in a chair. Leaving his empty cup at the bar the imp went to greet his old acquaintance. "Hello Guts, it has been some time, eheh... how have you fared?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge signs up for quest #117

[UsernameMDM]

"How did--? Never mind. Well, it appears you have been chosen. If you're still here in three days' time, I'd be glad to have you and Torc at my side." Just then, he sees Althior rise from his chair. "Althior, wait up! Excuse me," he says to his companions, following the Necromancer to the Marketplace.

"Well, it looks as if I will be departing 2 days hence. I wish you luck."

[samurai-turtle]

Notice a quite "Elf Girl". And then takes a seat next to her but, just orders a "drink". And then sits there quietly drinking his drink.

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke nodded to Arthur as he walked away and out of the large Hall doors. He returned to organizing his things, making sure nothing was needed for the upcoming job. His consumables seemed to be in good shape, his gear was top notch, and his selection of weapons was trustworthy.

"If only I would have concentrated on this shield more," Hoke thought to himself.

As he sat there, Torc's serpentine body clutched around his neck and shoulder, but was otherwise still as a stone. He stowed his gear, and leaned back into the deep cushioned chair, and closed his eyes to rest a bit.

He soon drifted to sleep with a small whispering voice nibbling at the edges of his consciousness.

Torc listened to it as well, amber color fiery eyes blazing in complete stillness.

[Scubacarrot]

Hybros took the scroll in his hands, trying to read the incantations written on it. "Ehem, yes, perhaps I could make use of this... but how does it--" Arthur was gone. Perhaps Daneeka would have some clue on how to read and use the scroll. Hybros looked around. He was alone again. He looked around the Hall, and spotted Guts leaning back in a chair. Leaving his empty cup at the bar the imp went to greet his old acquaintance. "Hello Guts, it has been some time, eheh... how have you fared?"

"Hybros... Has it been that long? I don't know, I've just come back from a job, which was more involved than I was prepared for. But you know me, we did it."

Guts stares blankly in front of him for a while, then asks the imp:

"What about you?"

Edited October 15, 2014 by Scubacarrot

[JimBee]

"Hybros... Has it been that long? I don't know, I've just come back from a job, which was more involved than I was prepared for. But you know me, we did it."

Guts stares blankly in front of him for a while, then asks the imp:

"What about you?"

"Hm, I see you have missed me, heheheh!" Hybros' sarcasm was partially hidden by the bandages wrapped around his face. They may have also hidden his expression as he became more serious. "Much has happened. I am... still pondering it all. I have returned from two quests below the surface, where I have found many answers, and many more questions with them. About myself, about the world... I have made and lost some allies..." He thought about the Crimson Crown, the Moon Elves, Wally, the Baron, Posco, Daneeka, Heweryt and his cohorts, Nyx, Ellaria, Skrall, even Monk Pretzel... "But still I am left with the same purpose as before," he concluded simply. He looked down at the table. "It is strange, how much can happen and still how little things change."

[Kintobor]

Notice a quite "Elf Girl". And then takes a seat next to her but, just orders a "drink". And then sits there quietly drinking his drink.

Annienal notices the odd looking individual sit beside her and quickly dives her head back into "Love Amongst the Dragon", hoping not to draw too much attention to herself.

[Khorne]

The doors of the Hall were slowly being pushed open once more. A cold breeze swept in, accompanied by a man equally cold of heart. Eric the Northman re-entered the heart, with a usual haughty grin decorating his smug face.

The Nord had a change of attire, following his last venture into the Babeleth Darklands. His "new" armor looked ragged and worn and the only shiny parts about it were the huge opal sitting in the maw of a fell brass creature. What the creature represented, was up for debate. Some might see it as a wicked sabertooth, a fierce predator of the northern lands, while others could interpret it in a more malignant way: to them it was the head of a wolf, the symbol of the Wolfgang. No doubt it was Eric's intention to openly flaunt his newfound loyalty to Ulric the Wolfman and more important of all, the money and power that came with it.

Eric paraded straight to the Questboard, only to be slightly disappointed that he had not been chosen for a quest yet. Nothing the sweet taste of free beer could wash away, though, and he went straight to the bar, mostly ignoring the other heroes. It was only once he had arrived at the bar that Eric noticed the small Imp, Hybros. They could talk later, first, the Raider's throat needed something cool.

[Zepher]

Vindsval steps up to the bar next to Bobby and holds out his cask for a refil.

I suppose if one is old enough to die for the guild one is old enough to drink with the guild. Have you signed your name to any new quests since you have returned my small friend? It would appear that there is a haunted mansion in need of cleaning.

"Yeah, I signed up for one or two, dude! I got some high hopes! What about you, big man? You trying to get chosen for something?"

OoC: I'd sign up for Endgame's quest, but I think it'd be a little much to do two quests with him at the same time. He's a great QM though, someone else should sign up!!

[CMP]

Miderun looked sideways at the human that took up a seat a stool or two away, and snorted under her breath as she sipped her drink. She could practically smell the fact that he was a nord. It was one she remembered well from her departure from Baltarok.

But then this was Heroica. If it were anywhere else, she'd be far more suspicious. Of him and some of the other denizens of the hall - small, dark, and clearly not of this land. Or realm. But this was hardly the place to judge such people on appearances alone.

She instead looked over to her other side, at Vindsval and Bobby.

"Yeah, I signed up for one or two, dude! I got some high hopes! What about you, big man? You trying to get chosen for something?"

"I don't know, you guys. Doesn't it seem a little odd that this heroics thing works like any old mercenary group? With the jobs and such? It's not exactly what I expected."

[Asphalt]

"Yeah, I signed up for one or two, dude! I got some high hopes! What about you, big man? You trying to get chosen for something?"

OoC: I'd sign up for Endgame's quest, but I think it'd be a little much to do two quests with him at the same time. He's a great QM though, someone else should sign up!!

I have placed my name on several scrolls. I have been passed by for one, but Carvenhall will be leaving on it shortly. That haunted mansion peaked my interest, as well as the fields. We shall see what the Wanderer wills, and where he will send me.

Miderun looked sideways at the human that took up a seat a stool or two away, and snorted under her breath as she sipped her drink. She could practically smell the fact that he was a nord. It was one she remembered well from her departure from Baltarok.

But then this was Heroica. If it were anywhere else, she'd be far more suspicious. Of him and some of the other denizens of the hall - small, dark, and clearly not of this land. Or realm. But this was hardly the place to judge such people on appearances alone.

She instead looked over to her other side, at Vindsval and Bobby.

"I don't know, you guys. Doesn't it seem a little odd that this heroics thing works like any old mercenary group? With the jobs and such? It's not exactly what I expected."

Indeed, though I would hope that we are being hired to better the world. And we do have the choice of which missions we wish to attempt. One should be cautious about to whom one pledges their loyalty and their might.

[Zepher]

"Oh, yo, what's up! How's it hanging? Yo, if I'm being real with you, I'm just here to see the world and help some dudes out. I think you gotta be the hero, you know? You do you, that sort of shiz. It doesn't matter what other people are doing as long as you do you, know what I'm saying?"

[Asphalt]

Vindsval rubs his brow with a massive hand.

No Bobby, I don't believe that we do. But to belong where a beast such as I and a youngling such as you can share a meal as friends, and have no fear of one of us being hunted for sport, is a worthy goal.

[CMP]

Indeed, though I would hope that we are being hired to better the world. And we do have the choice of which missions we wish to attempt. One should be cautious about to whom one pledges their loyalty and their might.

"True. Can't trust everybody to view 'better the world' the same way. Just look at what they say about Tarok around here." Miderun shrugged.

"Oh, what's up my gal pal! How's it hanging? Yo, if I'm being real with you, I'm just here to see the world and help some dudes out. I think you gotta be the hero, you know? You do you, that sort of shiz. It doesn't matter what other people are doing as long as you do you, know what I'm saying?"

"Believe it or not, I think I know what you're saying, yes. I guess I was expecting a few more heroes in a placed called Heroica. Looking around, maybe not everyone thinks the same way."

But to belong where a beast such as I and a youngling such as you can share a meal as friends, and have no fear of one of us being hunted for sport, is a worthy goal.

"Yeah. That's a fair point. This place couldn't exist a few hundred years ago."

[Kintobor]

Somewhat put off by the individuals sitting at the bar, Annienal looks around the saloon, looking for somewhere to sit with her book, her cider, and her plate of spinach dip and toasted bread. She spots the hooded orc, the even bigger looking orc hybrid, and the spiky haired human, thinking they'd hopefully make decent company. She moves over to the group, book under her arm and plate of food in her hand as she makes her way to the table, standing in front of an open chair, and introducing herself by raising her hand in a friendly gesture and quietly saying,

"Um.... hello... um.... do you mind if I take a seat? I mean, I can find somewhere else to sit, if you don't want me here...."

[CMP]

"Um.... hello... um.... do you mind if I take a seat? I mean, I can find somewhere else to sit, if you don't want me here...."

"Yreg, myvrahkstyr. Fine by me. My name is Miderun. This is Vindsval and Bobby."

[Zepher]

"Yo! What's good in the hood?"

[Lind Whisperer]

Leaning back in his seat, the rogue noticed the small group of mixed heroes clustered around a table. The Munchkins teach many rules on many levels, and one of the first rules to be taught to a young Munchkin, is that they should never pass up a chance of engaging in conversation with new individuals, and broadening their personal knowledge through this.

Keeping this truth in mind, after gently smoothing out a few wrinkled hairs in his new fur cape, he quietly got up and stepped across the room to the table.

"Is this a private group, or might I pull up a stool?"

[Kintobor]

"Yreg, myvrahkstyr. Fine by me. My name is Miderun. This is Vindsval and Bobby."

"Oh, um, thank you." Annienal sits down and places her book and a food in front of her. "I suppose I should introduce myself. My name's... my name's Annienal." She says softly, looking a little sheepish.

"Yo! What's good in the hood?"

"Um... I don't own a hood, although I probably should, incase it gets cold, or it rains." Annienal replies, slightly confused.

"Is this a private group, or might I pull up a stool?"

"I, um, don't see why not, but it's really not my place to say." Annienal replies, looking the rogue over shyly.

[Asphalt]

Somewhat put off by the individuals sitting at the bar, Annienal looks around the saloon, looking for somewhere to sit with her book, her cider, and her plate of spinach dip and toasted bread. She spots the hooded orc, the even bigger looking orc hybrid, and the spiky haired human, thinking they'd hopefully make decent company. She moves over to the group, book under her arm and plate of food in her hand as she makes her way to the table, standing in front of an open chair, and introducing herself by raising her hand in a friendly gesture and quietly saying,

"Um.... hello... um.... do you mind if I take a seat? I mean, I can find somewhere else to sit, if you don't want me here...."

Vindsval backs up slightly to allow room for the petite woman. He softens his voice in order to not startle her.

By all means my dear lady, if you would share my table, i would welcome you gladly. As my companion here has said, my name is Vindsval, called the Half-born. May the wanderer bless and guide your path.

"Is this a private group, or might I pull up a stool?"

You may indeed sir. Come forward and be welcome.

Miderun my friend, you are indeed correct that this gathering could not have taken place one hundred years ago. Though from my travels I can tell you that there are places that this could not take place 100 leagues ago.