Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[JimBee]

"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.

"Mm, I think he just likes to argue sometimes. But I admire him as well. I just think he is brash..." He looks around. "Ehehm, you mean over there?" He points down to the other end of the bar. Boomingham must have been too many drinks deep to realize that they were already at the bar with Eric, where he had been the whole time. "Erm, yes." He looked to Eric to see if he would follow, for he had mentioned knowing a young wizard who seemed to fit the description of the one insulting Scheherazade.

He walked with a stumbling Boomingham down the bar, asserting himself next to Heckz by stretching his wings wide in an intimidating manner. He addressed Scheherazade who seemed insulted by the young sorcerer's comments. "Ehehm, three meads please."

[Zepher]

OoC: Oops, thought we were at a table for some reason.

"Hey, you, boy-o," Boomingham pokes Heckz on the back incessantly. "You bothering our lovely green bar tender?"

[Lind Whisperer]

*Signups for Quest 131 have been extended until March 25th*

Current Sign-ups for Quest 131: The Kind of Law They'd Understand:

Dyric Rone, Level 29.33 Assassin (The Legonater)

Warlen Melimane, Level 12.5 Mage (The Chosen Minifigure)

[Asphalt]

"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."

"It would seem that there are those who expect all green of skin or red of eye to speak the tongue of your homeland. I confess that my father's clan left Baltarok several generations before my birth, I was born in the North, the land of my giantess mother."

Vindsval looks over his shoulder and notices heros clamoring around the quest board.

"My pardon, I must see what news there is of the world since we last left."

He lays his tankard down upon the table and walks as softly as he can to the quest board. Upon reading the descriptions of the new quests, astonished,, he speaks to himself.

"Vindicator, could this truly be the answer? Would the wanderer grant me the power to be his avenging hand, to leave the heads of his enemies at the feet of the week who they would oppress? I must know. If it be his will I will be chosen."

His hand begins to glow with a holy light as his SIGNS HIS NAME TO QUEST 130.

As the glow fades he reads the other notices, and the names signed thereto.

"Perhaps I have not yet reached a level of power where the wanderer will grant me such a boon. Perhaps I must lay more villains at his feet for judgement. This assignment of vanquishing bandits would do nicely to send evil souls to his court"

He then signs his name to QUEST 131 as well.

"A large cargo vessel might be what is needed to gain a footing for the sea. If it is viking they fear perhaps then I shall be able to bestow some vengeance upon those seabearing fields for the persecution of my denizens of the North Lands."

He signs up for Quest 129

"Three quests, One of faith, one of justice, and one of retribution" Will the wanderer choose any of them for me to travel?"

Edited March 19, 2015 by Asphalt

[Khorne]

"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."

Eric splurted out some of his ale when Hybros mentioned Guts wanted to be king. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head in disbelief. "The angry bald guy? King of Eubric? Right, over my dead bod, that is."

The Nord emptied the rest of his cup and continued. "No way I'll ever bow to that guy."

"Mm, I think he just likes to argue sometimes. But I admire him as well. I just think he is brash..."

"Perhaps I got a wrong picture of the man", Eric shrugged, but inside he knew he was right. "He seemed like the type of guy that always needs to be right when I quested with him. Even when he was dead wrong. No value for anyone else's opinion."

Eric then followed both Hybros and Boomingham to the bar, where Heckz already was. "What's the problem, Sorceror? Still mad about that shirt the Dwarf ruined?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge returns to the hall, dragging himself to the bar, where he rests with his head in his hands. He hears the sharp voice of the nord and looks up. "Werent expecting to see you here lad. Killed anything since Babeleth?"

Edited March 19, 2015 by Pyrovisionary

[Asphalt]

After signing up for quests 129, 130, and 131, Vindsval returns to his table and tankard, and his friend Miderun.

"A wide variety of ways to see the world. If the wanderer wills it could be quite enlightening to see onto which path I am to travel."

[CMP]

"A wide variety of ways to see the world. If the wanderer wills it could be quite enlightening to see onto which path I am to travel."

"True enough. I need a break from this travel, but being a Vindicator could be fun. It'd be quite a change to see people give Tarok the respect he should have...but I doubt none but the orocund would care of him." Miderun sips from her own mug. "So who is the 'Wanderer' you're always going about?"

[Cutcobra]

Heckz sees some strangers and Eric approaching him. He addresses Warlen.

"If anything should happen, just use all your defensive scrolls on me and cover me while I run."

He walked with a stumbling Boomingham down the bar, asserting himself next to Heckz by stretching his wings wide in an intimidating manner. He addressed Scheherazade who seemed insulted by the young sorcerer's comments. "Ehehm, three meads please."

Heckz changed his chair to the one on the other side of Warlen, hoping he might not catch any diseases from those wings.

"Hey, you, boy-o," Boomingham pokes Heckz on the back incessantly. "You bothering our lovely green bar tender?"

"Hey, old-o. Stop touching my back before you ruin it's preciousness. And no, I'm just looking at her, judging her."

Eric then followed both Hybros and Boomingham to the bar, where Heckz already was. "What's the problem, Sorceror? Still mad about that shirt the Dwarf ruined?"

Heckz looked at Eric, glad that the nord didn't have his greatsword out.

"Very. That silk was worth more than hi- it's family."

[Asphalt]

"True enough. I need a break from this travel, but being a Vindicator could be fun. It'd be quite a change to see people give Tarok the respect he should have...but I doubt none but the orocund would care of him." Miderun sips from her own mug. "So who is the 'Wanderer' you're always going about?"

"I have heard the Wanderer compared to your Tarok, they seem alike in many Aspects. The Wanderer is the aspect of the Chief Power Wartan of my mother's people in the Far North to whom those of no holdfast proscribe their allegiance. It is HE who sets the path before a valiant warrior, it is HE who shows the persecuted the road to safety, it is HE who sets the feet of the bold to glory and the sandels of the meek to shame. He is of the Twin Bats and the Bleeding Sword. It is for HE that we cleave the heads from our foes and offer to him their souls for judgement. He is the Wanderer, The Warrior, The Poet, The Sorcerer, and the Chief among ALL of the GODS!!!!"

Vindsval's eyes glow with zeal and fervor as he describes his god to Miderun, his enormous fist striking the wall beside him with ever mention of the deity, beating an almost prescribed tattoo on the halls stone. At the end of this recitation he grabs his Cask, slams it to the table and then downs it in a single drought. He raises the empty vessel to the sky and growls in a voice like boulders falling in a storm.

"TO THE WANDERER, May he set you all upon a path to glory and valiant deeds!"

Edited March 19, 2015 by Asphalt

[Palathadric]

Silly me. Wrong topic!

Edited March 19, 2015 by Palathadric

[Duvors]

"Very. That silk was worth more than hi- it's family."

"That is highly unlikely. Good day, Bloomingham, Eric, Sarge, Heckz, Warlen, nice to see you, not that I believe any of you feel the same way about me, and nice to meet you Mr... you know, not only do I not know your name, but I don't even know what you are. An Imp I'd guess, but I've never seen one before so I could be wrong."

"I have heard the Wanderer compared to your Tarok, they seem alike in many Aspects. The Wanderer is the aspect of the Chief Power Wartan of my mother's people in the Far North to whom those of no holdfast proscribe their allegiance. It is HE who sets the path before a valiant warrior, it is HE who shows the persecuted the road to safety, it is HE who sets the feet of the bold to glory and the sandels of the meek to shame. He is of the Twin Bats and the Bleeding Sword. It is for HE that we cleave the heads from our foes and offer to him their souls for judgement. He is the Wanderer, The Warrior, The Poet, The Sorcerer, and the Chief among ALL of the GODS!!!!"

Vindsval's eyes glow with zeal and fervor as he describes his god to Miderun, his enormous fist striking the wall beside him with ever mention of the deity, beating an almost prescribed tattoo on the halls stone. At the end of this recitation he grabs his Cask, slams it to the table and then downs it in a single drought. He raises the empty vessel to the sky and growls in a voice like boulders falling in a storm.

"TO THE WANDERER, May he set you all upon a path to glory and valiant deeds!"

Unfortunately (or not, it depends on your point of view) our patronizing not-hero was interrupted by, well, that. His response to this was to cover his ears and go into a state of shock, you'd probably do the same.

[JimBee]

Eric splurted out some of his ale when Hybros mentioned Guts wanted to be king. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head in disbelief. "The angry bald guy? King of Eubric? Right, over my dead bod, that is."

The Nord emptied the rest of his cup and continued. "No way I'll ever bow to that guy."

"Perhaps I got a wrong picture of the man", Eric shrugged, but inside he knew he was right. "He seemed like the type of guy that always needs to be right when I quested with him. Even when he was dead wrong. No value for anyone else's opinion."

"Heh, maybe you could talk some sense into him. It is none of my business if he wants to be king.... So long as he can fight for it."

"That is highly unlikely. Good day, Bloomingham, Eric, Sarge, Heckz, Warlen, nice to see you, not that I believe any of you feel the same way about me, and nice to meet you Mr... you know, not only do I not know your name, but I don't even know what you are. An Imp I'd guess, but I've never seen one before so I could be wrong."

Hybros sized the dwarf up through slit crimson eyes. He wondered if it was the one Boomingham and Eric spoke ill of. "If you do not know what I am, how would you know what to call me? I am Hybros. Who are you?"

[Duvors]

Hybros sized the dwarf up through slit crimson eyes. He wondered if it was the one Boomingham and Eric spoke ill of. "If you do not know what I am, how would you know what to call me? I am Hybros. Who are you?"

"Call it an educated guess."

[JimBee]

"Call it an educated guess."

"Call you an educated guess? Where does that race come from?"

[CMP]

"I have heard the Wanderer compared to your Tarok, they seem alike in many Aspects. The Wanderer is the aspect of the Chief Power Wartan of my mother's people in the Far North to whom those of no holdfast proscribe their allegiance. It is HE who sets the path before a valiant warrior, it is HE who shows the persecuted the road to safety, it is HE who sets the feet of the bold to glory and the sandels of the meek to shame. He is of the Twin Bats and the Bleeding Sword. It is for HE that we cleave the heads from our foes and offer to him their souls for judgement. He is the Wanderer, The Warrior, The Poet, The Sorcerer, and the Chief among ALL of the GODS!!!!"

Vindsval's eyes glow with zeal and fervor as he describes his god to Miderun, his enormous fist striking the wall beside him with ever mention of the deity, beating an almost prescribed tattoo on the halls stone. At the end of this recitation he grabs his Cask, slams it to the table and then downs it in a single drought. He raises the empty vessel to the sky and growls in a voice like boulders falling in a storm.

"TO THE WANDERER, May he set you all upon a path to glory and valiant deeds!"

Miderun blinks in admiration as Vindsval speaks with such fervor about his 'Wanderer'. "Sounds impressive! Much like Tarok, then. I don't know why humans and elves need so many gods. One seems enough to me. One very powerful one. Though I've heard a lot of this Ennoc. It seems the kingdom Ennon was named after him, though, and Ennon fell. If he had more followers maybe they would've been a force to be reckoned with."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

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Heckz sees some strangers and Eric approaching him. He addresses Warlen.

"If anything should happen, just use all your defensive scrolls on me and cover me while I run."

Heckz changed his chair to the one on the other side of Warlen, hoping he might not catch any diseases from those wings.

"Hey, old-o. Stop touching my back before you ruin it's preciousness. And no, I'm just looking at her, judging her."

Heckz looked at Eric, glad that the nord didn't have his greatsword out.

"Very. That silk was worth more than hi- it's family."

Warlen grins bemusedly, tounge-tied for once, and quietly pulls out his scroll of Antimagic, casting it on Hekz. He then (still bemused) does the same to himself, and orders a glass of wine from the Orc he gave fashion tips to, settling in to watch the show.

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Miderun blinks in admiration as Vindsval speaks with such fervor about his 'Wanderer'. "Sounds impressive! Much like Tarok, then. I don't know why humans and elves need so many gods. One seems enough to me. One very powerful one. Though I've heard a lot of this Ennoc. It seems the kingdom Ennon was named after him, though, and Ennon fell. If he had more followers maybe they would've been a force to be reckoned with."

"Speak for yourself, Miderun. I'm 100% God-free!"

Edited March 20, 2015 by The Chosen Minifigure

[CMP]

"Speak for yourself, Miderun. I'm 100% God-free!"

"You say that like it's a good thing," replied Miderun somewhat stoically.

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"I'm open to conversion, but so far I'm a godless bastard, in every sense of the word."

He opens his mouth to add another snide remark, but decides not to.

[Jebediahs]

Sarge returns to the hall, dragging himself to the bar, where he rests with his head in his hands. He hears the sharp voice of the nord and looks up. "Werent expecting to see you here lad. Killed anything since Babeleth?"

A figure spun on the next stool to face the beleaguered warrior. The familiar cheshire grin revealed the man to be Nur. "Greetings Aged Knight. Might I be able to part you from one of your garnets for a modest fee of 90 gold?"

[Duvors]

"Call you an educated guess? Where does that race come from?"

"I'm sorry, I was responding to the first question, as to your second, well I am Throlar Wineghilm, at the closest thing to your service I can manage."

[JimBee]

"I'm sorry, I was responding to the first question, as to your second, well I am Throlar Wineghilm, at the closest thing to your service I can manage."

"Oh, heheh. Where is it that you are from, Throlar?"

[Mencot]

Keliim notices that he had put his name down for the wrong quest, so he quickly changes By drawing his name off from Quest 130 and puts it on Quest 131instead.

[Kintobor]

Annienal watches as Warlen meanders off. Noticing the notices on the board, she signs up for quest 131.

[Asphalt]

Miderun blinks in admiration as Vindsval speaks with such fervor about his 'Wanderer'. "Sounds impressive! Much like Tarok, then. I don't know why humans and elves need so many gods. One seems enough to me. One very powerful one. Though I've heard a lot of this Ennoc. It seems the kingdom Ennon was named after him, though, and Ennon fell. If he had more followers maybe they would've been a force to be reckoned with."

"It is as you say, legends of this Ennoc do pervade the realm. I have heard tales of him sung in many areas from my travels. I know not how much of it is based in fact. Who can say when the people in the legends do not even have descendants to mourn them."

"I'm open to conversion, but so far I'm a godless bastard, in every sense of the word."

He opens his mouth to add another snide remark, but decides not to.

He turns his head to Warlen.

"There is a saying among my father's people, one which he was fond of quoting to those who professed themselves unbelievers. "Fear not yea of little faith, simply because you do not believe in the demons of the night, this does not mean that the demons of the night do not believe in you."