Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Asphalt]

"Well, you're going to be only one once I'm finished. Hopefully if I get on this dragon quest, I'll be closing this part of my life and Minstrelling it up in this hall! Music all the time, every time!" Karie's body and soul are clearly ready for rock and roll.

Vindsval is Somewhat taken aback, he is used to walking alone, but to be the only one.

"Is there something about this path that I do not yet know? Why is it such an unpopular one. The power it holds at its end seems substantial. Why is it there are no other who walk it?"

He is also rather confused by all the discussions going on around him since his return. It is obvious there are many factions within this city. But where to place his alliance?

[K-Nut]

"Maybe we should just have that Vorpal dragon fellow come over here and conquer us, maybe we'd have a leader then." I quip.

"These are pretty dismal times, you got that right..."

Althior smirks. "You're not wrong," He leans back in his chair, sipping his drink. "You're not wrong..." he repeats.

[Kintobor]

Vindsval is Somewhat taken aback, he is used to walking alone, but to be the only one.

"Is there something about this path that I do not yet know? Why is it such an unpopular one. The power it holds at its end seems substantial. Why is it there are no other who walk it?"

He is also rather confused by all the discussions going on around him since his return. It is obvious there are many factions within this city. But where to place his alliance?

Karie sighs. "Some people view witchcraft as a taboo, and see it as old crones who sit around their cauldrons and mutter incantations to hex people and cause unborn children to be born with three eyes, or six fingers on each hand. Really, I never did any of that. I wanted to heal others and be helpful in that department, but it's not what I really wanted in the first place. I wanted to perform, and so after I get in good graces with the Hinckwells I'm jumping ship.

Also, most of our rogue-ey types become arrogant raiders or assassins, and the clerics tend to go druid or paladin." Karie shrugs her shoulders. "Trust me, there ain't no shame in being unique. I can tell you that from experience!"

[Asphalt]

Karie sighs. "Some people view witchcraft as a taboo, and see it as old crones who sit around their cauldrons and mutter incantations to hex people and cause unborn children to be born with three eyes, or six fingers on each hand. Really, I never did any of that. I wanted to heal others and be helpful in that department, but it's not what I really wanted in the first place. I wanted to perform, and so after I get in good graces with the Hinckwells I'm jumping ship.

Also, most of our rogue-ey types become arrogant raiders or assassins, and the clerics tend to go druid or paladin." Karie shrugs her shoulders. "Trust me, there ain't no shame in being unique. I can tell you that from experience!"

"Unique I am by default, how many other have you seen with this face? But it saddens me that such superstitions rule the people of Eubric. I seek only to master that which kills, and to turn it upon those who would use it to oppress the weak. Tell me Karie, I am new to the politics of the city. Am I truly naive to believe that this hall is a force for good within the city and the world? I have heard many speak of the corruption of the leaders of this place, and of the weakness of spirit of those within these walls. How am I to know with whom I should place my allegiance and trust?"

[Endgame]

A rather tall, rather quiet man toting a rather lethal looking handcannon walks into the Hall, completely unassuming.

He goes over to the questboard, and checks the names...

Current Sign-Ups For Quest #138: Fade To Black

-Throlar Wineghilm (Lord Duvors)

-Grimwald Gjinko (Lordofthenoobs)

-Flynn Flisperer (Lind Whisperer)

-Karie Alderflask-Cour (Kintobor)

-Althior Emorith (K-Nut)

-Skrall (Waterbrickdown)

-Vindsval (Asphalt)

-Matthias (Stickfig)

-Purperal Bethadiell (PurpearlJellyBlob)

"Hmm."

With his completely neutral response uttered, he chooses to sit down for a drink.

"You have moonshine and Flaming Gumballs." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, and?"

"Mix them."

He recieves his drink - a beverage with enough alcohol to give a horse a hangover - and drinks it through a small slit in his mask, his demanor not even remotely changed by the practical poison he was drinking. Ater a mere minute, he orders yet another...

[Kintobor]

"Unique I am by default, how many other have you seen with this face? But it saddens me that such superstitions rule the people of Eubric. I seek only to master that which kills, and to turn it upon those who would use it to oppress the weak. Tell me Karie, I am new to the politics of the city. Am I truly naive to believe that this hall is a force for good within the city and the world? I have heard many speak of the corruption of the leaders of this place, and of the weakness of spirit of those within these walls. How am I to know with whom I should place my allegiance and trust?"

"Then I don't think I need to tell you what it is you need to do." Karie replies. "If you're using your powers to defend those who can't, you're worth hanging around."

Karie ponders on Vindsval's question. "This hall's ideals stand for protecting those who can't normally protect themselves. Of course, we're mercenaries through and through, but I would hope that there is an air of decency here. Not everyone here is a nice person, and not everyone here is trustworthy, nor even friendly. I wouldn't be worried about the leaders, so much as the other heroes in this hall. I can't tell you who to trust, but I'd be careful of anyone who tries to rally people blindly. Know anybody like that?" Karie inquires.

[Endgame]

"Then I don't think I need to tell you what it is you need to do." Karie replies. "If you're using your powers to defend those who can't, you're worth hanging around."

Karie ponders on Vindsval's question. "This hall's ideals stand for protecting those who can't normally protect themselves. Of course, we're mercenaries through and through, but I would hope that there is an air of decency here. Not everyone here is a nice person, and not everyone here is trustworthy, nor even friendly. I wouldn't be worried about the leaders, so much as the other heroes in this hall. I can't tell you who to trust, but I'd be careful of anyone who tries to rally people blindly. Know anybody like that?" Karie inquires.

I groan, recalling a previous incident.

"Please, Vindsval, spare her of what happened yesterday..."

[Kintobor]

Karie grins mischievously.

"You brought it up! I have to know what happened!"

[Endgame]

"It involved more alchohol than a munchkin could handle, a pointy hat, fake elf ears, a disgraced king, and a horribly butchered Charisan accent. I'll leave your imagination to fill in the blanks...

Speaking of alcohol, is that man in the mask drinking as much as I think he is?"

[Asphalt]

"Then I don't think I need to tell you what it is you need to do." Karie replies. "If you're using your powers to defend those who can't, you're worth hanging around."

Karie ponders on Vindsval's question. "This hall's ideals stand for protecting those who can't normally protect themselves. Of course, we're mercenaries through and through, but I would hope that there is an air of decency here. Not everyone here is a nice person, and not everyone here is trustworthy, nor even friendly. I wouldn't be worried about the leaders, so much as the other heroes in this hall. I can't tell you who to trust, but I'd be careful of anyone who tries to rally people blindly. Know anybody like that?" Karie inquires.

The Half-Giant lets loose with a deep chested laugh. "Indeed there was one recently who thought to ring the call of the mob bell. As the Veiled one implies, I hope that it is a thing best put in the past. But if the drunkard continues his rabble rousing upon waking, I may send him further than a corner. It is well to know that there are those who may be deemed true of heart. Though I hope to be known as more than a mercenary when my tale is told. But that path has yet to be walked."

[K-Nut]

"Please, Vindsval, spare her of what happened yesterday..."

"You brought it up! I have to know what happened!"

Althior lets out a hard laugh. It wasn't often something one of those got through his hardened exterior. Even in the utter hel that envelloped his life, people still managed to have, well, fun. Perhaps not all was lost.

"It involved more alchohol than a munchkin could handle, a pointy hat, fake elf ears, a disgraced king, and a horribly butchered Charisan accent. I'll leave your imagination to fill in the blanks...

The Half-Giant lets loose with a deep chested laugh. "Indeed there was one recently who thought to ring the call of the mob bell. As the Veiled one implies, I hope that it is a thing best put in the past. But if the drunkard continues his rabble rousing upon waking, I may send him further than a corner. It is well to know that there are those who may be deemed true of heart. Though I hope to be known as more than a mercenary when my tale is told. But that path has yet to be walked."

"You're talking about, what was his name? Whisperer? And you put him in a corner?" Althior lets out another laugh. "For that, my good sir, you may have my gratitude. Althior." He puts out his hand, bringing it back hastily so as not too have it crushed by the giant. "And you would be?"

[Purpearljellyblob]

Overhearing the conversation that took place across the Hall, Purpearl smirks at the topic of interest as she heads up to the saloon and orders some light refreshment. Nothing new in my books, she thought to herself.

[Asphalt]

Althior lets out a hard laugh. It wasn't often something one of those got through his hardened exterior. Even in the utter hel that envelloped his life, people still managed to have, well, fun. Perhaps not all was lost.

"You're talking about, what was his name? Whisperer? And you put him in a corner?" Althior lets out another laugh. "For that, my good sir, you may have my gratitude. Althior." He puts out his hand, bringing it back hastily so as not too have it crushed by the giant. "And you would be?"

Vindsval gently takes the offered hand. It shames him that even hardened worries are intimidated by his nature, but there is little to be done for that which the Wander saw to forge him into.

"Well Met Althior, I am Vindsval, Called the Half-Born, Desciple of the Wanderer, Walker of the Witchery Way.

Yes, the Whisperer, the Gray fixer, the Pear Spitter, he seems to have many titles. indeed I put him in a corner. I had thought I was able to speak sense into him, but not all men are created to hold drink, and further measures were needed. There are times when being larger than your average bull has its uses."

Vindsval warms to the attention, he is not often sought out as the foremost player in a comedy. Usually there is more screaming and shouts of "monster call the guard." He is beginning to like it in this Hall.

Edited June 29, 2015 by Asphalt

[K-Nut]

"Well Met Althior, I am Vindsval, Called the Half-Born, Desciple of the Wanderer, Walker of the Witchery Way.

Yes, the Whisperer, the Gray fixer, the Pear Spitter, he seems to have many titles. indeed I put him in a corner. I had thought I was able to speak sense into him, but not all men are created to hold drink, and further measures were needed. There are times when being larger than your average bull has its uses."

"Wiser words have never been spoken. Half-Born you say? You look like an Ogroblin I once knew; Orokai was his name. Out in the Babeleth Darklands. Where exactly do you hail from, Master Vindsval? I see you are also indeed interested in heading to Fellcrest like me and Sorrow,"

[Asphalt]

"Wiser words have never been spoken. Half-Born you say? You look like an Ogroblin I once knew; Orokai was his name. Out in the Babeleth Darklands. Where exactly do you hail from, Master Vindsval? I see you are also indeed interested in heading to Fellcrest like me and Sorrow,"

"Indeed I am quite interested in seeing not only there but the home of my father. A companion of mine has often commented that I know far too little of my heritage. My father was an Ogre, a druid of some renown among his tribe. But he left to travel to the far north. The land of Ice, wyrms, and Giants. Where he met my mother. I know not her fate, only that my father was forced to leave shortly after my birth. Though the ice of the north flows in my veins I have not returned to the frozen planes since my childhood. I have been on the road most of my life, searching for the path that would lead me to my true destiny. But I bore you with my tale. If it is the Wanderer's will I would indeed see Fellcrest, Baltrok, and the many lands between."

[K-Nut]

"Indeed I am quite interested in seeing not only there but the home of my father. A companion of mine has often commented that I know far too little of my heritage. My father was an Ogre, a druid of some renown among his tribe. But he left to travel to the far north. The land of Ice, wyrms, and Giants. Where he met my mother. I know not her fate, only that my father was forced to leave shortly after my birth. Though the ice of the north flows in my veins I have not returned to the frozen planes since my childhood. I have been on the road most of my life, searching for the path that would lead me to my true destiny. But I bore you with my tale. If it is the Wanderer's will I would indeed see Fellcrest, Baltrok, and the many lands between."

"Please, I make a point not to spend my time bored. Heroica attracts mostly Wanderer's anyways. I never knew my father and lost the rest of my family, but I was lucky enough to still be enveloped in the culture of my parents far in the west. I wouldn't get your hopes up about Babeleth. It's a very dark, desolate place full of corruption and hate. It makes Eubric look like it's subject to the generosity of the gods,"

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen gets up from his seat only to sign up for quest #138.

[Duvors]

Throlar removes his name from the signups to quest 138.

[K-Nut]

Althior catches Warlen by the arm. "I think we still have some unfinished business, kid,"

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen nods, handing him 65 gold.

"Don't spend it all on sweets. Unless you like sweets. I like sweets."

[K-Nut]

Warlen nods, handing him 65 gold.

"Don't spend it all on sweets. Unless you like sweets. I like sweets."

Althior takes the gold. "I wouldn't put it past him," he gestures to Finnegan.

[StickFig]

...rather lethal looking handcannon...

Matthias stares at the strange figure downing moonshine gumballs at the bar, or - more accurately - stares at his handcannon. What a piece of gear that is! the gnome thinks to himself. It's almost enough to break him out of his melancholy mood, but even with his mouth beginning to water he just can't bring himself to get up.

[Endgame]

Matthias stares at the strange figure downing moonshine gumballs at the bar, or - more accurately - stares at his handcannon. What a piece of gear that is! the gnome thinks to himself. It's almost enough to break him out of his melancholy mood, but even with his mouth beginning to water he just can't bring himself to get up.

As if on cue, the man hoists the handcannon up (having finished 3 of his drinks already) and begins polishing it with a rag, noting how filthy it got after dragging it long the hall floor.

[Asphalt]

Vindsval looks at the commotion at the Bar.

By the Gods, that is one impressive Cannon. Though I wish he would be more careful. Between the number of drinks he has consumed and the fervor with which he is polishing his barrel, I fear it may go off in his face.

He looks to the side where the large hatted Gnome stand with his mouth agape.

Be careful my friend, if he sees you staring at his hardware he may take offense.

[Endgame]

"I have many weaknesses, but intoxication is not among them." He says, with perfect clarity, before downing another drink.

Edited June 30, 2015 by Endgame