Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Myrddyn]

"Not a problem at all. Glad to be of assistance."

Returning to the hall with Erik's orders met, I hand him back his weapons.

"Going the route of the Battle mage, are you? Be careful that the magic of it doesn't corrupt your heart. You're still young and if you delve too deep into the arcane arts, it can do funny things to you, you know. ... Just be careful."

"Thank you, Pretzel."

Erik accepts the items.

"Yes, I intend to be vigilant in that regard. Thank you for your advice."

Erik also puts up his own sign under Pretzel's.

Interested in selling any or all of the following: Voltedge (WP: 13, greatsword/longsword), Sharkskin Armour (SP +1, bodywear), Shamanic Plate (Max. Health +2, Max. Ether +2; Blood Ritual does double damage to the target; suitable for shamans; bodywear), Lighter Armor (SP: 4, immune to Fragile, suitable for barbarians, knights, dragoons, skirmishers and regulators; bodywear).

Edited December 11, 2014 by Myrddyn

[Emjajoas]

Current Sign-ups for Quest 121: Want Your Mummy?

Dyric Rone, Level 28.33 Assassin (The Legonator)

Matthias, Level 16 Druid (StickFig)

Alexandre le Chevalier, Level 30 Skirmisher(Capt.JohnPaul)

Leofwein Twynam, Level 4 Barbarian (Capt.JohnPaul)

Guts Holla, Level 33 Alchemist (Scubacarrot)

Kiray Nastayo, Level 11.5 Knight (KingoftheZempk)

Purpearl Berthadhiell, Level 17 Mystic Knight(Purpearljellyblob)

Nerwen Calmcacil, Level 32 Minstrel (Chromeknight)

Monk Pretzel, Level 31.5 Artisan (Palathadric)

The Demon Germ, Level 5 Rogue (samuraiturtle)

Namyrra Uq, Level 49.4 Archmage(Quarryman)

Actaeon Artus, Level 10 Ranger (Actaeon)

Erik Tyrvarr, Level 23.66 Battle Mage (Myrddyn)

Edited December 14, 2014 by Emjajoas

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen shrugs.

I'm an elf. she said simply, as if that explained it all.

Seeing Guts still looking, waiting for a more comprehensible answer she elaborates.

Elves were created by Galadrya and Celebryon, you edan worship them as Amadea and Melodion, rulers of art, love and music. All elves are drawn to these things, it is written into our very being, we are naturally great musicians, natrurally great artists, naturally great... Nerwen stops, a cheeky grin lighting her face.

[Scubacarrot]

"Great lovers, huh? I don't know, I may need more evidence, before I can believe..."

Edited December 14, 2014 by Scubacarrot

[Chromeknight]

More evidence? Nerwen replies breezily. How much evidence do you currently have?

[Scubacarrot]

"Less than I'd like. How would you make your case?"

[Chromeknight]

I would make the case by statement of facts. How else could one make a case?

[Flare]

Benji heads back towards Heroica Hall. His heart was heavy with the loss of the life of an innocent girl, and strife raged within him. He ran back to the hall, avoiding the glances of people on the street. Before opening the doors of the hall, he throws his crocodile skull hat into the gutters.

As he enters the Hall, he looks around solemnly. He takes a drink from the orc-matron, and sits at an empty table. He pulls out the modified remedy made by Omri Blitze, and plays with it in his hands. He contemplates his life, something he had been avoiding for many nights.

[KotZ]

Kiray barely heard the conversations and sipped on her mug. Her mind drifted towards Diana. Where was the assassin? She made a mental note to inquire about her next time she met a Wolfgang.

[Flare]

Benji walks over to the board and posts a "FOR SALE" note in chunky, sloppily written letters.

FOR SALE:

Marksman Monocle (Misses are rerolled, Headwear) - 250 gold

Hydra Fang (WP: 10, Dagger) - 60 gold

Crocodile Handbag (Max Ether +2, accessory) - 50 gold

Crocodile Belt (Max Health +2, accessory) - 30 gold

Contact Benji Carvenhall, the depressed looking beast warrior upstairs. All prices negotiable.

And he returned to his seat, grabbing a fresh drink.

Edited December 17, 2014 by Flare

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke enters the Hall and goes directly upstairs, Torc in tow.

But first, he walks by the questboard and quickly writes down his name.

Hoke signs up for quest 121.

Edited December 15, 2014 by UsernameMDM

[Scubacarrot]

I would make the case by statement of facts. How else could one make a case?

"A demonstration, of course."

[Masked Builder]

Alexis comes down from the bar to investigate the quest board; seeing nothing of interest, she moves back upstairs, gets a drink, then sits int he corner watching all of the goings on.

[K-Nut]

Althior makes his way up towards the bar after signing his name onto Quest #121. Getting a bowl of warm, bitter soup, he makes his way to an empty table, attempting to heat up from the cold. He feared that not even a drink would help him with his issues today. He sits quietly, hoping not be noticed so that he may be quick on his way home. Most of his 'friends' were out on missions of their own anyways.

"You know, you're usually itching to get out of here as soon as possible after a job is done. Maybe being grounded for a little while won't be terrible. Especially after what happened with Blitze-" Althior throws his hand up, gesturing for the aura to stop.

"Not today..." He mutters, simply.

[Masked Builder]

Alexis, slowly makes her way over to the man who just sat down in the hall. "Hey there buddy, you look like you could use some cheering up." As she says the she runs her hand across his face.

[Chromeknight]

Why master Holla, I didn't know you liked to watch. But if it's your taste, I'm sure something can be arranged.

[K-Nut]

Althior catches the hand before it can make its way to his person. "Piss off, Alexis. And put on some damn clothes while you're at it," The Necromancer rolls his eyes as Finnegan begins to chuckle. "Besides, shouldn't you be slobbering all over Regulus' feet? Or did he finally come to his senses too?..." He turns away from the Harlot furiously. "Go make some other idiot miserable for once. Not like that hasn't happened plenty of times,"

"Just like old times, isn't it? I hope it's not exactly like old times if you know what I'm saying..." The Aura snickers.

[Scubacarrot]

Why master Holla, I didn't know you liked to watch. But if it's your taste, I'm sure something can be arranged.

"Miss Nerwen, you know I like to be up in the thick of things, I'm not sure if watching would cut it..."

[Chromeknight]

Ah, breathed Nerwen softly. The thick of things you say. But are you trained in such a pursuit? One would hardly play a duet with a musician who couldn't hold a tune? Nor sit for a blind painter. And no one listens to Rockling poetry without being forced to.

So. Are you up to it edan?

Impress me. Entice me. Nerwen leans closer, her eyes narrowed, a smile quirking the the corner of her mouth. Woo me.

[Scubacarrot]

Guts smile turned wider as he whispered: "Arwenamin, In my younger years I learned I played lute, a few of the Strivvian fresco's are mine, and I write a mean haiku." Suddenly becoming aware of the many faces and eyes of the hall, he said: "Perhaps the wooing should take place elsewhere... The WInd Thief? Detholalle."

[Chromeknight]

Perhaps there is diamond in your rough. You have at least learnt something useful with your tongue.

Nerwen tosses her longer blonde hair, stepping away from Guts and saying back over her shoulder.

Your suggestion is acceptable. Though I do wish to hear a haiku as we go.

[Scubacarrot]

"I'm sure we'll find good use for my tongue. Let's go." Guts opens the door to the hall, and offers his arm before leaving.

[StickFig]

Matthias watches with amusement as Holla and Calmcacil bandy words, but feels alarmed and a little nauseous when he wonders whether they might... well... whether it might become more than banter. As the minstrel leans close, Matthias blushes and turns back to his drink, which is empty again. "Oh, bother," he says to no one in particular.

[Masked Builder]

Althior catches the hand before it can make its way to his person. "Piss off, Alexis. And put on some damn clothes while you're at it," The Necromancer rolls his eyes as Finnegan begins to chuckle. "Besides, shouldn't you be slobbering all over Regulus' feet? Or did he finally come to his senses too?..." He turns away from the Harlot furiously. "Go make some other idiot miserable for once. Not like that hasn't happened plenty of times,"

"Just like old times, isn't it? I hope it's not exactly like old times if you know what I'm saying..." The Aura snickers.

Alexis glares at the Aura before turning to Althior with a smile. "Oh come on, you know you want some." She sits next to him and places her hand on his thigh. "You have the lonely look on your face."

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke was rested, but it didn't feel like it. He passed by the bar on the way down and ordered some food and drink for himself and Torc, feeling like he hadn't eaten in a week. He found his cushioned high-backed chair in its spot by the hearth and sat down with a plop. He had left his gear, arms and armor in his room, except for the small pouch tied around his neck and the orb contained within. He grabbed a log and threw it on the fire and poked about it for a bit. Torc curl up beside him in the chair, her serpentine tail wrapping around the nearest part of him. Her amber eyes seemed to soak in the fire's flames as they danced in the hearth. Hoke watched the flames too as he waited on his food, one hand absently stroking Torc, the other clenched around the pouch on his neck.