Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Zepher]

Boomingham listens to the dealings of the Bonapartes. He tried to recall if he knew anything of the family. He remembered once fighting a commander of some sorts down at the docks, but he could hardly recall why. Something about a lost piece of clothing? And of course he'd met the leaders at the Foundation Ball, but he recalled there too they had left a dour taste in his mouth.

"Nerwen's not a bad egg. We got on well enough. She's got a big ol' brain in that head of her's. But by the boy mage I meant Arthur. You know him, I'm sure. Everyone knows him. Pointy hat, talks a lot, makes radical decisions and then brags about how right he was about them? Everyone in the Hall wants to give him a good punch in the nose? Made only marginally more bearable when compared to the dwarf. He's also, and I'll have Nyx burn you if you tell him this, got a good head on his shoulders when it comes to roughing people up in the field in an effective manner."

"Heart of gold. Good advice, chappo. I thought I had it in spades, but guess I don't hold a candle to you. I'll just have to find folks who are looking for a more refined and regal type, as opposed to you rough and tumbling youngsters." He takes a sip and chortles at himself. Some of the mead bubbles out of his nose and he removes his handkerchief to whip it away.

"I've fared alright. Can't even recall the last time I saw you. But, you know, I've been doing the normal errand running while slaying insane crabs in my spare time." Boomingham shrugs. "Settled my score with an old adversary. Now there's only a few who are left to answer to me. J. Smith. Baba." Boomingham squints at the table. "Could swear there were a few more."

[JimBee]

"It wasn't a mistake. If it had been solely for me, he wouldn't have died. Like I said though, I was part of the group that killed him, but his blood isn't on my hands. I stood up for the man, his ideas... His death came at the hands of that old, bald guy, Guts, if I recall correctly. Could've been the Elf woman, too: Nerwen, I believe?."

"Reno had taken the position of his brother, them being identical twins and all. Not even Nemo's wife had any clue of the scheme. We freed Nemo and confronted him with Reno. It turned bloody."

"Now, Reno's dead and Nemo's fully at the helm of the Bonaparte family again. The ideas Reno had still live on, but I doubt they'll amount to more than just dreams now, with him gone. No one there to step up in his place."

"Hm. I know both... it surprises me that Guts, or Nerwen for that matter, would bring such a judgement on someone like Reno... but I suppose no one knows anyone, not that well. Eheh."

Hybros pondered the consequences of Reno's death while he fidgeted with the rim of his mug. "Well, not much has changed. The Bonapartes still have control of these seas, and now with Lady Ji Pei gone... Perhaps their hold on the city will go uncontested... Hm..."

"Heart of gold. Good advice, chappo. I thought I had it in spades, but guess I don't hold a candle to you. I'll just have to find folks who are looking for a more refined and regal type, as opposed to you rough and tumbling youngsters." He takes a sip and chortles at himself. Some of the mead bubbles out of his nose and he removes his handkerchief to whip it away.

"Heheheheheh, I have not seen many queens around here, Boomingham." He slid the Tome of Affluence down the bar back to its owner. "But queen or not, will you ever return to your land? Have your people not missed a king?"

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen saunters into the hall, pausing only to burn his name onto the quest sign ups for #129, #130, and #131,and post up a notice:

Ladies and Gentlemen! Rayre and unusuale items from acrouss the globe! Come one, come all to Warlens Wounderous Wares!

For Sale-

Many rare scrolls from across the ocean.

Scroll of wood/fire/ice/water warding. 1/2 chance to give protection from the respective element. A mere 35 gold each!

Finaly, he saunters over to the blond guy drinking by the bar. "Hey," he said to Hekz. "How ya doing?"

[Kintobor]

Annienal meanders back into the hall, noticing Warlen setting up shop. She walks over and takes a look at his stuff, looking puzzled.

"A bunch of scrolls? Didn't I give these to you back in that alleyway? If you don't want them, I'll buy all of them off you for 100 gold."

Edited March 17, 2015 by Kintobor

[Zepher]

"Heheheheheh, I have not seen many queens around here, Boomingham." He slid the Tome of Affluence down the bar back to its owner. "But queen or not, will you ever return to your land? Have your people not missed a king?"

Boomingham roars with laughter. "Oh, Hels, no offense to you chaps - didn't know you at the time, but I did stop at my kingdom first, and most likely if it'd been around I would have never moseyed on down to this Hall. It ain't much of anything now, though. A broken down castle, some burnt out houses... never did find out for sure what the Hel happened. I hope it wasn't the Orcs... doesn't seem like it. The history books don't say the Kingdom went down in that war, at least, but who knows if it would have been recorded. Regardless, there isn't a Kingdom to be king of anymore. That's why they" with a broad gesture to everyone in the Hall and the rest of the world too, "call me the King of the Lost Kingdom."

[Cutcobra]

Finaly, he saunters over to the blond guy drinking by the bar. "Hey," he said to Hekz. "How ya doing?"

Heckz stops criticizing Sheherazade when a stranger addresses him.

"What do you w-"

Oh Hel, look! Finally someone with some sense of fashion, some sense of style, some sense of humanity! Still doesn't outmatch me, though.

"Hello. Would you like to join me in criticizing this woman with a brutish sense of style?"

"You aren't actually drinking water that's just my spit."

Heckz makes a fake laugh and turns to Warlen again.

"Oh, the old hag, can you believe her jokes?"

[CMP]

Miderun pushed open the doors to the Hall after yet another voyage across the sea, looking on the whole disappointed at the lack of excitement over the weeks spent trawling the ocean. Nevertheless, she collected a plate of food, consisting mostly of foreign-looking meats she'd never seen before. On her way back to her table, however, she overheard Warlen and Heckz's conversation,and gave the latter a rather threatening glare even as he insulted Scheherazade.

"Don't insult orcs, sarkuun. You wouldn't last long."

[Bricksandparts]

Johon, returning from the marketplace, notices Sheherazade being harassed as he make his way up the staircase. He glares at Heckz as he passes, wondering if he would continue.

[JimBee]

Boomingham roars with laughter. "Oh, Hels, no offense to you chaps - didn't know you at the time, but I did stop at my kingdom first, and most likely if it'd been around I would have never moseyed on down to this Hall. It ain't much of anything now, though. A broken down castle, some burnt out houses... never did find out for sure what the Hel happened. I hope it wasn't the Orcs... doesn't seem like it. The history books don't say the Kingdom went down in that war, at least, but who knows if it would have been recorded. Regardless, there isn't a Kingdom to be king of anymore. That's why they" with a broad gesture to everyone in the Hall and the rest of the world too, "call me the King of the Lost Kingdom."

"Well the Lost King does not have too bad of a sound to it, among your other titles, eheh. It seems like you, like me, have had little information on our people and our pasts... I had to dig very deep to fin anything on my people. Your, erm, kingdom is not as old, so it is strange that it should have disappeared without a word..."

[Zepher]

"What would I do with it? Your people... well, you know, you could find them and what not. But mine just dispersed, probably. Best I can tell. It happens to kingless kingdoms. War breaks through and they all flee, and why should they return? Or they're all killed. I found out what happened to my family, and it isn't pretty. So why keep digging. The past is the past. Onwards and upwards, my friend. Onwards and upwards." Boomingham tries to flag down the barmaid as some younger heroes bother her. "Another mead for your old goat please, my dear!"

[Asphalt]

Vindsval places one massive hand on the door to the hall, and listens as raucus cheers, laughter, and banter meet his ears. It has been a long time since he had last been here. The seas are not he friend to those of his stature. But, there is something to be said about the silence found in a still sea night. He pushes the door slowly open and enters the hall once more. He goes first the Sheherezad and obtains a large flagon, or perhaps it is more accurate to call it a small cask of a light blue tinged wine. Then seeing Miderun alone at her table he moves to join her.

"Yreg Val Staal might this one share a table with you?"

Vindsval addresses Miderun almost sheepishly as he attempts to form the foreign words. Though if he must be honest with himself, they fit more tightly between his fangs than do the words of men and elves.

[Brickdoctor]

Seeing Vindsval enter the Hall, I approach the giant.

"Good day, Master Vindsval. I believe you have an item I've traded for."

I hold out 350 Gold and a Grating Stone.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Annienal meanders back into the hall, noticing Warlen setting up shop. She walks over and takes a look at his stuff, looking puzzled.

"A bunch of scrolls? Didn't I give these to you back in that alleyway? If you don't want them, I'll buy all of them off you for 100 gold."

"And I appreciate that, I really do, but I've got this now." He waves his Antimagic scroll. "Hmmmmn. Seeing as you're one of my... closest friends," he said mock-sincerely, "I'll give you all 4 for 115."

Turning to Hekz he raises an eyebrow but joins in. "The sweater isn't bad, but in that colour its a bit much. Blue would go well, or yellow." As Hekz laughed, Warlen extended his hand. "Warlen Melimane, half elf. Good to meet you," he said. But as he shook Hekz's hand, a couple of items clattered out. Picking them up he saw a shield and a wand. "I'll give you 110 for these," he said.

Finaly he turned to Vindsval, shouting his name, and tossed the helm to him. "Bring my gold when you're done."

[Kintobor]

Annienal looked at the scroll, not really getting a good look at it.

"Well, um... sure, I guess 115 will do." Annienal hands over her 115 gold and takes the scrolls.

[Asphalt]

Seeing Vindsval enter the Hall, I approach the giant.

"Good day, Master Vindsval. I believe you have an item I've traded for."

I hold out 350 Gold and a Grating Stone.

Vindsval looks up at the stranger who addresses him. He seems to fit the description he was given.

"You must be The Esteemed Master Docken. Indeed I do have a package for you from our mutual friend Carvenhall."

He hands Docken the package containing the Cloak of Extravagence.(SP: 5, +10 WP, Wearer is Permanently Nimble, Backwear, suitable for Mimes))

Finaly he turned to Vindsval, shouting his name, and tossed the helm to him. "Bring my gold when you're done."

Vindsval catches the battered helm. (Explorer’s Dented Helm (SP: 2, immune to wood and earth damage; headwear; suitable for Rangers, evokers, wardens, and marauders) "After I next speak with Master Anwyl it shall be done."

[Brickdoctor]

Vindsval looks up at the stranger who addresses him. He seems to fit the description he was given.

"You must be The Esteemed Master Docken. Indeed I do have a package for you from our mutual friend Carvenhall."

He hands Docken the package containing the Cloak of Extravagence.(SP: 5, +10 WP, Wearer is Permanently Nimble, Backwear, suitable for Mimes))

"Thank you; pleasure doing business."

[CMP]

"Yreg Val Staal might this one share a table with you?"

Vindsval addresses Miderun almost sheepishly as he attempts to form the foreign words. Though if he must be honest with himself, they fit more tightly between his fangs than do the words of men and elves.

"Finally decided to learn to speak our tongue, huh?" Miderun chuckled under her hood before pulling it down just enough to sneak some food into her mouth. "It's about time. Next you'll have to see Baltarok someday."

[Cutcobra]

"Don't insult orcs, sarkuun. You wouldn't last long."

"How about you don't interfere with other people's conversations, sarkboo."

Turning to Hekz he raises an eyebrow but joins in. "The sweater isn't bad, but in that colour its a bit much. Blue would go well, or yellow." As Hekz laughed, Warlen extended his hand. "Warlen Melimane, half elf. Good to meet you," he said. But as he shook Hekz's hand, a couple of items clattered out. Picking them up he saw a shield and a wand. "I'll give you 110 for these," he said.

"I'm thinking they should instruct their employees to dress like normal people, or normal orcs for that matter, before hiring them. That hot pink simply burns my eyes."

He shook Warlen's hand.

"Heckz Brutenhal, Ghostbuster, Super Sleuth, School Inspector and basically better than everyone in this hall."

As he picks up the things that fell on the floor, he grabs his Lovelorn Wand and Wyrd Shield.

"Oh, these old things? I was thinking of using the shield in case this hooded orcish man tried to ruin my beauty, but that deal sounds perfect for me!"

Heckz gives Warlen the Lovelorn Wand and the Wyrd Shield in exchange for 110 gold.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"How about you don't interfere with other people's conversations, sarkboo."

"I'm thinking they should instruct their employees to dress like normal people, or normal orcs for that matter, before hiring them. That hot pink simply burns my eyes."

He shook Warlen's hand.

"Heckz Brutenhal, Ghostbuster, Super Sleuth, School Inspector and basically better than everyone in this hall."

As he picks up the things that fell on the floor, he grabs his Lovelorn Wand and Wyrd Shield.

"Oh, these old things? I was thinking of using the shield in case this hooded orcish man tried to ruin my beauty, but that deal sounds perfect for me!"

Heckz gives Warlen the Lovelorn Wand and the Wyrd Shield in exchange for 110 gold.

Warlen passes over two bags of 50 gold and counts out 10 coins from another.

"So, i see you're a sorcerer? How's that working out for you?"

[Cutcobra]

Warlen passes over two bags of 50 gold and counts out 10 coins from another.

"So, i see you're a sorcerer? How's that working out for you?"

"How can you see that..."

"Sorcery is complicated, but not a challenge for people such as I. Magically stealing people's money is a real treat. I have also go this little trinket that pretty much makes enemies fail at everything. It's very funny."

[JimBee]

"What would I do with it? Your people... well, you know, you could find them and what not. But mine just dispersed, probably. Best I can tell. It happens to kingless kingdoms. War breaks through and they all flee, and why should they return? Or they're all killed. I found out what happened to my family, and it isn't pretty. So why keep digging. The past is the past. Onwards and upwards, my friend. Onwards and upwards." Boomingham tries to flag down the barmaid as some younger heroes bother her. "Another mead for your old goat please, my dear!"

"Hm, maybe you are right. But there is also a saying: who controls the past controls the future. I believe it, because I have run into people like those of the Order Imperial whose goal it is to control all of the history and information... Imagine if they were successful, they could shape this world to their liking all on their own.. Luckily they were not too skilled in combat, heheh. Maybe your people are out there yet. You will never know unless you look."

[Zepher]

Boomingham tries to chug his glass of mead before remembering that he's finished it. "I think we might have slightly different circumstances, you and me, Hybros. Your people actually needed your help." He punctuates with a shrug. "What would my scattered people do with me? I don't exactly have a kingdom for them to return to, and Hels, anyone who even knew me as a King must be long dead. I'd like to know what happened, but..." with a deep stare into his empty mead he trails off to mumbling: "I already know the important parts. Their King failed them, they left. End of story. Onwards and upwards."

[JimBee]

Hybros finally caught on that it was a sensitive subject to Boomingham, so he gingerly patted the man's forearm and continued. "Ehehm, right. Onwards and upwards, like you say. Perhaps some secrets are best left kept anyway, eheh... Speaking of kingdoms, Guts told me not long ago that he wanted to be king, king of Eubric. Heh! Maybe you could give him some advice. Erm, I mean, tell him that it is no easy task, eheh..." Realizing he might have said the wrong thing again, Hybros moved around in his seat uncomfortably. His wings spread out unexpectedly, one knocking Boomingham's empty glass to the ground and shattering it. "Erm, I am sorry!" He quickly swept it up. "Another drink?" He grinned awkwardly.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"How can you see that..."

"Sorcery is complicated, but not a challenge for people such as I. Magically stealing people's money is a real treat. I have also go this little trinket that pretty much makes enemies fail at everything. It's very funny."

"Black clothes but magicians gloves.

Intresting... I personally only have this staff, and a wand now I guess. Lots of gems, however. And some decent scrolls."

[Zepher]

Hybros finally caught on that it was a sensitive subject to Boomingham, so he gingerly patted the man's forearm and continued. "Ehehm, right. Onwards and upwards, like you say. Perhaps some secrets are best left kept anyway, eheh... Speaking of kingdoms, Guts told me not long ago that he wanted to be king, king of Eubric. Heh! Maybe you could give him some advice. Erm, I mean, tell him that it is no easy task, eheh..." Realizing he might have said the wrong thing again, Hybros moved around in his seat uncomfortably. His wings spread out unexpectedly, one knocking Boomingham's empty glass to the ground and shattering it. "Erm, I am sorry!" He quickly swept it up. "Another drink?" He grinned awkwardly.

"Guts?" Boomingham's murky eyes fish around in his memory. "Isn't he that angry chap with the shaved head. Feel like we got into a debate over something or other and then had a good laugh over a glass of wine. My sort of man. But I can't remember what it could have been about..." He nods. "Another drink sounds just dandy. Should we waltz on over to the bar and see why the kids are giving our lovely bar keep trouble?" He gestures to Heckz and his crew.