Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pyrovisionary]

"That would've been impossible. And will you stop pawing me? It's weird."

Smirking, Sarge mutters "Lets see the aura reconnect your head then, if youre so confident." Sarge ignores the little man and turns to Eric.

Eric grinned as he saw the old man. A friend who shared Eric's love for the finer things in life: coin, women and themselves. "Were else would you expect me to be? This is the only place that serves free ale," the Nord chuckled. He then nodded affirmatively on Sarge's question. "Killing is what I do."

Sarge shrugs, grinning under the visor. He splutters, managing to get out a sentance "Can usually get free ale if you stab hard enough."

Edited March 21, 2015 by Pyrovisionary

[Asphalt]

Vindsval looks around the now strangely silent hall. "Perhaps my outburst has made the godless uneasy."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Vindsval looks around the now strangely silent hall. "Perhaps my outburst has made the godless uneasy."

Turning back to the Greenskins, Warlen grinned. "Hey Vindy, you sold the old head mold yet?"

As he was speaking, a piece of paper flew over to the board, before a thin piece of wood shot through the top and held it in place on the Questboard.

Gems wanted by entrepreneurial young mage, specifically Diamond and Topaz. Willing to pay 90 gold (price negotiable), or perhaps a trade could be arranged. Speak to the Half-Elf that talks too much.

[Asphalt]

"Have we not been over this before? My given name is Vindsval." He looks askance at his empty cask. "but to answer your question, indeed I have. It fetched a mere 30 pieces, but here is your half as we agreed."

He hands Warlen 15 Gold pieces from his purse.

"You seemed taken aback by my mentioning of Demons in the night. Do tales told by those who wish power over children still trouble you? Or perhaps, beneath your glibness you foster enough wisdom to know that all such tales are not simply fables."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

"Nothing so deep. It's just a reminder of the... fragility of my current sanity, considering events."

[Scubacarrot]

Guts opens the doors to the hall, and immediately heads for the questing board. After a moment's thought, he signs up for Quest 129.

[Asphalt]

Vindsval moves to the questboard and takes another look.

"Undermountain folk, it may be tight, but It could prove gratifying to meet with such master craftsmen."

He signs up for Quest 132

As Guts moves past him he hears the clanking of hundreds of potions and vials.

"Pardon my bluntness, but how is it you came to poses so many concoctions? Your bags literally overflow with potent mixtures."

[Kintobor]

Annienal also signs her name under quest #132.

"I'd think the Bonapartes' would consider me, especially after what I've done for them... at least, I think they would..."

Edited March 22, 2015 by Kintobor

[Zepher]

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

Boomingham scowls at the young fellow as names as posted on the quest board. He wanders down and squints at them. "Guess we're heading out," he says to some blank air that Barty might occupy. He steps out of the Hall and wanders around, hoping to find the groups meeting place. "Farewell, Hybros. Stay alive."

[Scubacarrot]

As Guts moves past him he hears the clanking of hundreds of potions and vials.

"Pardon my bluntness, but how is it you came to poses so many concoctions? Your bags literally overflow with potent mixtures."

Guts smiles as he sits down and motions for the big man to do the same. "That's alright. Vind, wasn't it? Yeah, I make some of them myself, and buy the rest from Portia at the marketplace. I feel like you can never have too many of the things. It does however, get heavy to carry all that around. I heard someone was working on a bag with a teleportation rift inside it, seems dangerous, but might be worth looking into... Sorry, I ramble on it seems. I feel like a drink, want anything?"

[Asphalt]

Vindsval Joins the Alchemist at his table.

"Vindsval is indeed my name. It honors me that there are those who know it. I have not heard anyone address you however, what is it I should call you friend?

You fashion them yourself. Such power to one who can utilize it. So Many many paths..." he trails off slightly then returns to the moment. "Indeed I finished my last drink some time ago. A fervor left me in a thirst. I would take something strong and he looks at his giant hand and back to Guts "In a large solid vessel."

Edited March 22, 2015 by Asphalt

[Scubacarrot]

Guts frowns. "I'm fairly sure we've spoken before. We talked about your arm, or lack thereof." Guts shrugs. "I suppose with all the 'heroes' around, it's hard to keep track of such things. Call me Guts." The alchemist motions and says something to a conveniently nearby waitress who comes back with a bottle of wine for him and a earthen jug of a black-colored spirit for Vindsval.

"There are indeed many things you can train as here. One of my colleagues on the last outing used cards from a game as his weapon of choice, if you can believe that. What do you plan on becoming?"

[Asphalt]

"My apologies, after the incident with the doctor I was left in something of a haze. Between leaving his home and leaving for Tridentia there is much that was a blur. I am certain there are a number of those who I met that I would be hard pressed to name. As far as to which path I wish to take I am at a crossroads. I came to this hallowed hall with hopes of becoming a Paladin. Tales of their heroics and their defense of the defenseless abound within the lands I have traveled. For one such as I, an outcast with now holding, to hold a place among them was a dream worth striving for. But now, I have my doubts that I would be accepted into their number." He glances at his shoulder and the obvious lack of a shield arm, a prerequisite for a "shield of justice." "over my last two journeys I have been introduced to the power of the natural world. Their are creatures that with but a whif of their breath or a prick of a stinger can take a life without recourse to defend against it. If such powers exist, would it not be prudent to master these techniques. To weild these powers, to hold such death within my hand and to be able to turn it aside. I can see much good able to come of such a Path. Is there such a discipline as this?"

[Scubacarrot]

"Hm. Now, I'm not an expert. But I know there is a particular profession besides the obvious candidate of Shaman the Copper Fox trains people in that would fit the mark..." Guts hesitates. "It's not good magic. And I'm not sure what a champion of Tarok would think about it, but the training room has been known to train in the path of the Witch. A healer, but also a poisoner, and a curser."

[CMP]

Guts hesitates. "It's not good magic."

Atramor can't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he enters the Hall, alone for once, taking up his usual seat and ordering, also as usual, a bottle of rum. It felt like he'd spent months out killing monsters, and it was nice to relax for at least a while before the next quest inevitably swept him up.

[Asphalt]

"My father was a Shaman, that road held great power, but I do not feel the affinity to plants and animals that it required. The Whitchery Way, yes I can see how those who follow the lord of the Greenskin pantheon could frown upon the use of curse magic. But the Wanderer, who you southlanders might call Wartan, he sees that all paths can lead to a single destination, yet not all who trod the same path travel the same course. One who is a master of poisons could indeed become a feared striker in the dark, a force for darkness for infamy, But could not one who masters poisons, and even yet curses, turn this mastery to protection. One who masters a dark art need not become an artist of darkness. The Path of which may indeed hold the answers I seek. When the time comes I may seek out this Copper Fox and ask him to teach me the Witchery Way. Tell me, what tools would I need to begin this journey? He pats his bag where he is keeping the fangs, stingers, and bards of the venomous creatures he has vanquished. "I have begun my research, but there must be other items that would benefit me in my training."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Atramor can't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he enters the Hall, alone for once, taking up his usual seat and ordering, also as usual, a bottle of rum. It felt like he'd spent months out killing monsters, and it was nice to relax for at least a while before the next quest inevitably swept him up.

Warlen turns to the man with the awesome hat. "Hi. How's it going?"

[Scubacarrot]

"Interesting, I always thought that Wartan and Tarok were names for the same god." A glint appears in Guts' eye as he spots a sharpening stone in Vind's bag. "I believe the witch I saw in action used an amulet to enhance his power, the half-elf in the marketplace stocks similair items. You will also need a weapon to deliver the poison. Hold on." Guts rummages through his things, and finally presents the Twin Sai. "Something like this, perhaps." The alchemist silently wondered how useful the dual weapons would actually be for a man with one arm.

[CMP]

Warlen turns to the man with the awesome hat. "Hi. How's it going?"

Atramor tilts his hat to the half-elf. "It's goin', mate. Atramor Gibbin."

Edited March 22, 2015 by CallMePie

[The Chosen Minifigure]

1426987492[/url]' post='2172147']

Atramor tilts his hat to the half-elf. "It's goin', mate. Atramor Gibbin."

"Warlen Melimane. Nice hat, bro. I once had a hat, but a friend named Lake Music shot it off my head. Pity, too, Fedoras are cool."

Edited March 22, 2015 by The Chosen Minifigure

[CMP]

"Warlen Melimane. Nice hat, bro. I once had a hat, but a friend named Lake Music shot it off my head. Pity, too, Fedoras are cool."

"Aye. Had an even better one once, but it don't quite fit with this suit."

[Duvors]

Smirking, Sarge mutters "Lets see the aura reconnect your head then, if youre so confident." Sarge ignores the little man and turns to Eric.

"Oh shut up you twit, you couldn't kill me if I asked you to."

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke enters the Hall, ready for a bit of a rest. He opens the doors wide, and Torc saunters in beside him. He lays his gear down by the hearth, his unofficial spot.

He heads to the bar, orders a bit of food and drink. He returns to find Torc wrapped around his chair, much like she was once wrapped around his neck and shoulder. He sits down and sinks into the high backed cusioned chair. Torc lays her head in his lap as he absently strokes her scales, spines and horns, which seemed to have mostly appeared while he battled his way through the Fields. His hand unconciously raises and takes hold of the pouch tied around his neck. Torc's tail slithers around his leg as well as the chair's leg with a sweet constrictor's embrace. Their eyes both stared intently at nothing in the fire's flames.

Hoke listens yet again to the whispers.

Edited March 22, 2015 by UsernameMDM

[Brickdoctor]

I sign up for Quest#132: The Clans Under the Mountain.

[Asphalt]

"Interesting, I always thought that Wartan and Tarok were names for the same god." A glint appears in Guts' eye as he spots a sharpening stone in Vind's bag. "I believe the witch I saw in action used an amulet to enhance his power, the half-elf in the marketplace stocks similair items. You will also need a weapon to deliver the poison. Hold on." Guts rummages through his things, and finally presents the Twin Sai. "Something like this, perhaps." The alchemist silently wondered how useful the dual weapons would actually be for a man with one arm.

"That does seem to be a common belief in these parts. I do admit they seem to reside in very similar spheres, and may have even been worshiped as one in the distant past, but I assure you Tarok and Wartan are not one and the same." Vindsval thinks over the mentioning of an amulet of power, the idea has promise, but all thoughts of jewelry are knocked from his mind when Guts sets the two long three pronged blades on the table. Though he is curious why they are two separate blades when Guts called the item "The Twin Sai.""I am familiar with this weapon. I met a man once who made his living traveling from town to town fighting the youth in each. He was small in stature and older than most elders. He would offer to fight anyone in town, and for double the bet he would do it with one arm tied behind his back. May I?"

Vindsval examins the blades more closely and looks up.

"I spoke with him after one such bout. He claimed to have been raised by the Nihn-Jah-Goh clan in this manner of fighting and the Twin Sai was a weapon of their design."

He gestures for guts to press and twist several small marking on the base of each dagger hilt. Small fingerlike protrusions open on both and a small rod projects from the center of one.

"Now push them together"

When Guts does so the two separate blades lock together into a single double ended weapon.

"A bit long for one of normal stature, but a perfect fit for a hand such as mine. Would you be willing to part with it Master Guts? I do not have anything exotic to offer you, but perhaps..." Vindsval thinks a moment "you would be willing to accept this."

He rumages through his pack and removes a Grating STone.

I am told that once weapons become quite powerful they are very helpful. Is that an acceptable trade my friend?