Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Asphalt]

"Ella's Pie? Curious. Would it be worth it I wonder?"

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Certainly, a simple truth freely given to a fellow traveller.

"Mmm. Well, until then I'd never given much thought to religion, or even the gods, to be honest. I think that you opened up my mind just that bit more, allowed me to see them fur what they were. Thank you for that."

[Asphalt]

Quite honestly flabbergasted that a living being could live life without contemplating the gods, let alone without believing in their power and influence, Vindsval smiles at the small man.

An opened mind can better see the Path. I am pleased that I could bring you to it Warlen. Walk it wisely.

[Flipz]

While Vindsval contemplates pies and the meaning of life, Arthur continues his journey home to Number 14 Heron Street. Miirym, having taken to the skies once more, swoops down alongside him.

"<Arthur...>" she asks uncertainly, "<Why did you stop being a Hero?>"

Arthur pauses, then sighs. "Because if I had remained a Hero, I would not be able to take care of you...or Noel, or my cousins, for that matter. A Hero has to put aside personal matters, or at least keep them close to the Hall, and put their energy and focus into changing the world around them. Sometimes they stay in Eubric, but more often than not a Hero's concerns will take them all around the world, moving from one source of danger to the next. That's no place to raise--" Arthur stops himself suddenly. "Er--let me rephrase that. Do you remember how upset you were with me after we returned from Xu? When I took the mission to Ziegfried Manor?"

"<Of course. A Dragon forgives, but does not forget.>"

Arthur chuckles. That sounds like something Mom would say. "Answer me honestly, then. Did you feel like I was giving you enough attention? Or was I just going off and gallivanting around with my old war buddies while just leaving you to your own devices?"

Miirym lands, her posture uncomfortable. "<I...was being selfish,>" she says, seeming sincere but conflicted over her words.

Arthur nods. "Perhaps. But so was I. I selfishly put my own wants and adventures--and, admittedly, the needs of the rest of the world--ahead of my dedication to what's most important: my family. You are the most important person in my life, Miirym. I'm not going to make the mistake of neglecting you again."

The female dragon appears lost in thought as she walks forward. She looks up, spotting two figures headed toward them and the Hall on the streets ahead. "<I recognize them,>" she says simply.

Arthur smiles. "I do, too," he says, increasing his pace to meet them. "Althior! Lady Purpearl! I was just heading home. Back from another successful Quest, I suppose?" the Dragoon asks, looking at each of them in turn.

[K-Nut]

As Althior makes his way from the marketplace, he's tracked down by Regulus in the streets. He nods his head to the Dragoon, "Your dragon came back I see," he chuckles as Finnegan shifts uncomfortably behind him.

"It's the chicken all over again..."

"Pay him no mind. We just returned from the fields. Figured there wasn't enough going on in the hall to stick around so we passed the time. What about you? I haven't seen you since the manor. Still messing with the weather?" he smirks.

[Zepher]

Current Sign-Ups for Quest 139

Vindsval Half-Born, Level 25 Witch

Annie Anavar, Level 15 Mystic Knight

Grimwald Gjinko, Level 22 Sage

Warlen Melimane, Level 16.3 Mystic Knight

[Purpearljellyblob]

"Althior! Lady Purpearl! I was just heading home. Back from another successful Quest, I suppose?" the Dragoon asks, looking at each of them in turn.

As Purpearl makes her way back to the Hall with Aithior, her keen eyes singled a familiar figure amongst the crowd, "Could he be?" Purpearl wonders to herself. "As Purpearl strides closer, it becomes more apparent when she notices the dragon beside. "Arthur!" Purpearl exclaimed, "It is good to see you again outside the Halls, how is life now I've heard you've left?"

"Pay him no mind. We just returned from the fields. Figured there wasn't enough going on in the hall to stick around so we passed the time. What about you? I haven't seen you since the manor. Still messing with the weather?" he smirks.

“Althor said it right” Purpearl dips in, holding up Arthur's Blue Hand Shield. “I hope you remember this toy of yours and the Arm Shield, Arthur." Pulling a grin, "This has been tried in the most arduous conditions in the Fields and I can guarantee its quality, even though it is not as strong as we would like to be. If you would inspect its quality, you will probably notice that I have certainly come far in putting my overflowing magical powers to good use, but still, I’d love to see how it would fare against the wandering monster. Such a pity." Purpearl shakes her head, "Anyway, lift it off my hands as and when you desire, for I cannot predict the next time we’d meet under such circumstances, even as an elf.” Purpearl grabs her gold pouch and counts out 200 gold, “And here’s some for the Crescent Shield.”

[Flipz]

As Althior makes his way from the marketplace, he's tracked down by Regulus in the streets. He nods his head to the Dragoon, "Your dragon came back I see," he chuckles as Finnegan shifts uncomfortably behind him.

"It's the chicken all over again..."

"Pay him no mind. We just returned from the fields. Figured there wasn't enough going on in the hall to stick around so we passed the time. What about you? I haven't seen you since the manor. Still messing with the weather?" he smirks.

"<Chicken? I am no common farm fowl. I am a Dragon, creature of scale and sky! You will refer to me with respect or not at all.>"

"Miirym," Arthur chides gently. "He's a moron. Don't expect much out of him." Arthur addresses Althior next. "Actually, as of that evening, I'm retired. Left the weather-working to my Aunt Merryweather so I could focus on taking care of Miirym. I actually just came from the Hall, selling off a bunch of equipment I don't need anymore."

As Purpearl makes her way back to the Hall with Aithior, her keen eyes singled a familiar figure amongst the crowd, "Could he be?" Purpearl wonders to herself. "As Purpearl strides closer, it becomes more apparent when she notices the dragon beside. "Arthur!" Purpearl exclaimed, "It is good to see you again outside the Halls, how is life now I've heard you've left?"

“Althor said it right” Purpearl dips in, holding up Arthur's Blue Hand Shield. “I hope you remember this toy of yours and the Arm Shield, Arthur." Pulling a grin, "This has been tried in the most arduous conditions in the Fields and I can guarantee its quality, even though it is not as strong as we would like to be. If you would inspect its quality, you will probably notice that I have certainly come far in putting my overflowing magical powers to good use, but still, I’d love to see how it would fare against the wandering monster. Such a pity." Purpearl shakes her head, "Anyway, lift it off my hands as and when you desire, for I cannot predict the next time we’d meet under such circumstances, even as an elf.” Purpearl grabs her gold pouch and counts out 200 gold, “And here’s some for the Crescent Shield.”

"Life has treated me about as well as I could have expected. Mostly it's been helping my mother out around the house, or else keeping an eye on my cousins, what with Nanny Mag Phee still recovering from getting trapped in Lilly's imagination." Arthur graciously accepts the shield. "I do remember this shield, and our deal. You've certainly earned my old one," he says, swapping Purpearl his Arm Shield in trade for his Blue Hand counterpart. "And you know, since you'd make better use of the Crescent Shield than me anyway, I'm more than happy to sell it to you," he confirms, accepting the Gold as well.

Miirym doesn't speak to Purpearl, but nods respectfully, about the best reaction that could be expected given her recently-soured mood. "<Is that the shield we gained from the battle in Xu?>" she asks of Arthur.

The Dragoon nods. "It is indeed."

"<Good. I am pleased to see you bearing a suitable symbol of our conquests.>"

Arthur chuckles. "It's not like that Arm Shield wasn't a similar symbol. I may have bought it at the Marketplace, but I had my friends among the Lion Knights emblazon it with their crest when I became a Skirmisher. I don't know if I ever told you the full story? Maybe when we get home, I don't want to worry Mom and Noel."

"<That seems prudent, yes. If you approve, I shall fly ahead to tell them you shall soon arrive.>"

Arthur nods. "Go." At his word, Miirym unfurls her wings and flies forth into the darkening sky. "It was wonderful to see both of you again. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again, particularly should you find yourselves in the Ziegfrieds' employ." Arthur shakes first Purpearl's and then Althior's hands in turn, slipping a note into the latter's hand as he does. "My current address," he murmurs near-silently into the Necromancer's ear. "You've been a good friend to me and my family, I don't think Mother would mind you having our address." Arthur takes a step back and prepares to move on. "Farewell, Heroes," he says. "I wish you good luck in all your future endeavors. Be well."

[Purpearljellyblob]

Purpearl raises her staff with due respect, as the elf continues her way back to the Hall.

---

Entering the Hall once again, Purpearl glances at the Quest Board and is pleased at what lays before her eyes. She signs herself up for Quest #138 and #139.

[K-Nut]

"<Chicken? I am no common farm fowl. I am a Dragon, creature of scale and sky! You will refer to me with respect or not at all.>"

"Please, the chicken said some of that same crap,"

"Miirym," Arthur chides gently. "He's a moron. Don't expect much out of him." Arthur addresses Althior next. "Actually, as of that evening, I'm retired. Left the weather-working to my Aunt Merryweather so I could focus on taking care of Miirym. I actually just came from the Hall, selling off a bunch of equipment I don't need anymore."

"Gee, thanks," The Aura groans.

"Couldn't have said it better myself kid," Finnegan scowls, "I figured as much. Won't be needing that book then, will you?" he eyes Begone With The Winds. "I've been meaning to read it, but I've never gotten the time too," He throws eight Nostrums and 520 gold to the kid. "I'll throw in 300 for that Scroll of Luck you have too, even if it's not on your person. Sound good?"

Arthur nods. "Go." At his word, Miirym unfurls her wings and flies forth into the darkening sky. "It was wonderful to see both of you again. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again, particularly should you find yourselves in the Ziegfrieds' employ." Arthur shakes first Purpearl's and then Althior's hands in turn, slipping a note into the latter's hand as he does. "My current address," he murmurs near-silently into the Necromancer's ear. "You've been a good friend to me and my family, I don't think Mother would mind you having our address." Arthur takes a step back and prepares to move on. "Farewell, Heroes," he says. "I wish you good luck in all your future endeavors. Be well."

He sticks out his gloved hand to the Dragoon. "It's been a sincere pleasure, my apprentice," He winks before turning and making his way to the hall. A few minutes later, he smirks. When was the last time he was referred to as a Friend?

[Flipz]

"Couldn't have said it better myself kid," Finnegan scowls, "I figured as much. Won't be needing that book then, will you?" he eyes Begone With The Winds. "I've been meaning to read it, but I've never gotten the time too," He throws eight Nostrums and 520 gold to the kid. "I'll throw in 300 for that Scroll of Luck you have too, even if it's not on your person. Sound good?"

"The Scroll of...? Oh that's right, I'd completely forgotten it. I think Hybros sent me a Z-mail a while back saying he'd left it for me in the Hall. If you can find it, it's yours." Arthur smiles at Althior. "Thank you again, for everything, Master Emorith." With that, the Dragoon turns and heads home.

[Kintobor]

It'd been two weeks since Karie had been seen around the hall. Before departing, she ensures Masson is okay by himself before hugging him and telling him she'll be okay. She looks back at her house taking it all in before hearing a familiar whine.

'Mreooo-eeew. <Take me with you. I'm bored, and the human you court isn't as snuggly as you are.>"

"Hershey, stay there and look after the house, okay? Good kitty." Karie scratches Hershey beneath the ears before making her way to the hall.

---

Returning once again, Karie notices a rather empty hall. It had seemed quiet on all fronts. She also lost her round stomach, and it was clear there were rims under her eyes.

"Anyone seen Arthur? I've got his stuff." She yells to no one in particular. "That and Darksten. I got business with him."

While waiting for a response, Karie signs up for Quest 138, adding her status as a "True Hero".

Edited June 28, 2015 by Kintobor

[StickFig]

Matthias creeps into the hall, bumping chairs and tables with his big cannon despite his best efforts not to draw any attention. Making his way to the quest board, he signs up for Quests 137, 138, and 139, wondering vaugely what it would be like to sail around the world....

[Endgame]

Returning once again, Karie notices a rather empty hall. It had seemed quiet on all fronts. She also lost her round stomach, and it was clear there were rims under her eyes.

"Anyone seen Arthur? I've got his stuff." She yells to no one in particular. "That and Darksten. I got business with him."

While waiting for a response, Karie signs up for Quest 138, adding her status as a "True Hero".

I stand up at the sight of a familiar redhead, and walk up to her.

"Still recognize your grandfather?" I chuckle, embracing Karie in a quick hug. "I think Arthur has more or less retired from the heroing business - you might have a tough time tracking him down.

But I'm sure he's in Eubric somewhere, it's a small place. What have you been up to lately?"

[K-Nut]

Althior makes his way up the stairs to the bar before first signing up for Quest #137 and Quest #138, marking his status as undead on the former and his status as Dragonslayer on the latter.

"Anyone seen Arthur? I've got his stuff." She yells to no one in particular. "That and Darksten. I got business with him."

"I can get it to him," He says blatantly. "I don't know if he's ever coming back to this hall, but I know where to find him." He winks before taking a seat at the table. "Good to see you again, Sorrow. You look-" he pauses "Well. For someone without a face, you still manage to look better than Finnegan." He chuckles.

"As if..."

Althior smirks. "I meant to ask you, Karie, how much hel did you give the Oculoids for me? Sorrow told me a while back you were out there taking down their master,"

[Duvors]

Returning once again, Karie notices a rather empty hall. It had seemed quiet on all fronts. She also lost her round stomach, and it was clear there were rims under her eyes.

"Anyone seen Arthur? I've got his stuff." She yells to no one in particular. "That and Darksten. I got business with him."

"Yes, he left just before you got here."

[Kintobor]

I stand up at the sight of a familiar redhead, and walk up to her.

"Still recognize your grandfather?" I chuckle, embracing Karie in a quick hug. "I think Arthur has more or less retired from the heroing business - you might have a tough time tracking him down.

But I'm sure he's in Eubric somewhere, it's a small place. What have you been up to lately?"

Karie reciprocates the hug, smiling sincerely. "It's good to see you, Sorrow." Karie frowns after hearing about Arthur. "So I've heard. I've got his Bright Polish and his Unlucky Horeshoe, and I'd prefer to get it back to him."

"I can get it to him," He says blatantly. "I don't know if he's ever coming back to this hall, but I know where to find him." He winks before taking a seat at the table.

Althior smirks. "I meant to ask you, Karie, how much hel did you give the Oculoids for me? Sorrow told me a while back you were out there taking down their master,"

"Well, I'd prefer if it got to him, but I'd like to speak to him myself... oh well. I guess that isn't happening." She hands over the Unlucky Horseshoe and the Bright Polish to Althior.

"I gave them enough of a personal hell." Karie replies to the Oculoid comment, although it's clear from her scowl and posture she'd prefer to leave it at that.

[Endgame]

"I can get it to him," He says blatantly. "I don't know if he's ever coming back to this hall, but I know where to find him." He winks before taking a seat at the table. "Good to see you again, Sorrow. You look-" he pauses "Well. For someone without a face, you still manage to look better than Finnegan." He chuckles.

"That's not a very hard bar to surpass - no offense meant, Finnegan. But yes, it feels good to be back in action, and with some new garbs. I'm a Necromancer now. You thinking about Fellcreste?"

Karie reciprocates the hug, smiling sincerely. "It's good to see you, Sorrow."

"Yeah. Been... Ten months now or so, right? Nine? I spent most of it in bedrest, admittedly. Going to doctors, mustering my strength.... That type of thing. Finally gathered up the nerve to delve into necromancy."

[K-Nut]

"Well, I'd prefer if it got to him, but I'd like to speak to him myself... oh well. I guess that isn't happening." She hands over the Unlucky Horseshoe and the Bright Polish to Althior.

"I gave them enough of a personal hell." Karie replies to the Oculoid comment, although it's clear from her scowl and posture she'd prefer to leave it at that.

Althior accepts the items. "Say no more. I understand how they are,"

"That's not a very hard bar to surpass - no offense meant, Finnegan. But yes, it feels good to be back in action, and with some new garbs. I'm a Necromancer now. You thinking about Fellcreste?"

Finnegan swears under his breath repeatedly as Althior turns his head to Sorrow. "Please, I was an undead necromancer before it was cool. Indeed I am hoping to head to Fellcrest. I'd like to revisit Babeleth after the tower. I have some unfinished business to attend to,"

[Endgame]

"Heh, wasn't aware it was a contest.

I just want to see how an undead city would hold up. Part of me hopes we walk in and its just like any other city, but something tells met they're going to have their own, ah, culture."

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall wanders back into the hall, signs up for Quests 138 and 139, placing a note concerning his experience with Dastan and Xu in the comments.

The hunter makes his way to the bar and orders his usual tankard of ale.

Boris having quietly slipped back into the hall earlier find himself next to the ogre, but pays him little mind and orders a goblet of wine, before making his way downstairs to sign up for Quest 137.

Edited June 28, 2015 by Waterbrick Down

[K-Nut]

"Heh, wasn't aware it was a contest.

I just want to see how an undead city would hold up. Part of me hopes we walk in and its just like any other city, but something tells met they're going to have their own, ah, culture."

"Most things are with me," he says, non-chalantly. "I'm guessing they do. This Amber Makepeace is bad news too. Last time I saw her she was trying to turn Eubric into a thriving Necropolis. Her, Lady Wren; these ex-heroes are turning out to be quite a handful. Worried what's going to happen to Arthur." he chuckles.

[Endgame]

"So you're familiar with Makepeace. I wonder if she realized you need dead people to fill a Necropolis? Did she really intend to kill everyone? Ugh... And, as for Arthur... I wouldn't worry too much. Unless that dragon on his shoulder gets some nasty ideas and some nasty powers, I don't think we'll have anything to worry about."

[K-Nut]

"That Dragon seemed pretty bad when I saw her,"

"You were afraid of a chicken. A chicken." He looks to Sorrow. "That seemed to be her plan. Have a city united by one factor: their death. Gives Necromancers like us a bad name,"

[Endgame]

"That Dragon seemed pretty bad when I saw her,"

"You were afraid of a chicken. A chicken." He looks to Sorrow. "That seemed to be her plan. Have a city united by one factor: their death. Gives Necromancers like us a bad name,"

"That's not necromancy - that's just being a serial killer.

Kaire... I knowyou're aWitch right now. Ever contemplated Necromancy?"