Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Kintobor]

Sandman stands up.

"Tell me, before I leave. Did my associate misinform me about that Masson incident?"

"How should I know? As I said, I thought you looked familiar." Karie replied nonchalantly. She was bluffing, but she hoped it would keep this Sandman off her husband's tail.

[Endgame]

"How should I know? As I said, I thought you looked familiar." Karie replied nonchalantly. She was bluffing, but she hoped it would keep this Sandman off her husband's tail.

"...It will be very odd if we are to quest together."

With that, Sandman picks up his helmet, pays his hefty tab and leaves the hall.

Edited July 2, 2015 by Endgame

[Asphalt]

Vindsval watches the the "sandman" leave.

What was all that about him having another man's face?

[Kintobor]

Karie watches the man walk out, glaring at him when his back is turned.

Vindsval watches the the "sandman" leave.

What was all that about him having another man's face?

"Hmm? Oh, nothing to concern yourself with. Don't worry too much." Karie replies, worried herself. Something screwy was going on, and she wanted to get to the bottom of this.

[Asphalt]

He seemed VERY interested in and certain that the two of you would be battling the dragon together.

Edited July 2, 2015 by Asphalt

[Kintobor]

He seemed VERY interested in and certain that the two of you would be battling the dragon together.

"Why wouldn't they hire me? I was one of the nine people who defeated the Regret." Karie replied, but there was no hint of pride or boastfulness in her voice.

[Asphalt]

Pardon my ignorance, but what is The Regret?

[JimBee]

Jinnipher casts a sideways glance towards the goblin-giant hybrid and redheaded woman with a mask who were sitting down the bar from her.

"Who was that supposed to be? I don't know many people who can drink like that."

She takes a long sip from her own drink while peering at the two 'heroes' over the rim of the mug. A cursory glance at the elf's dark brown eyes would suggest she was bored, but if one was caught in her gaze it would appear as though she was judging her target, analyzing every move with a hint of either slight amusement or reserved caution; it was impossible to tell.

[Endgame]

"Hmm? Oh, nothing to concern yourself with. Don't worry too much." Karie replies, worried herself. Something screwy was going on, and she wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Maybe just a coincedence, Karie?"

I turn to the Moon Elf.

"Don't think I've introduced myself... I'm Sorrow."

I offer my hand for a handshake.

[JimBee]

Jinnipher crinkled her nose. The hooded man had a strange smell about him. She acknowledged his outstretched hand with a nod. "Sorrow... I don't suppose you're life has been filled with joy." The sides of her mouth played their way into a smirk. "Happy people don't hide their faces under a hood."

[Endgame]

Jinnipher crinkled her nose. The hooded man had a strange smell about him. She acknowledged his outstretched hand with a nod. "Sorrow... I don't suppose you're life has been filled with joy." The sides of her mouth played their way into a smirk. "Happy people don't hide their faces under a hood."

I reluctantly retract my hand.

"I used it when I had a town I need to run from. That was... a long time ago.

And you are mostly right. I happen to have a less than pleasant face. Comes with the territory of being undead."

Edited July 2, 2015 by Endgame

[JimBee]

The elf raised an eyebrow. So that what the smell was. "I'm sure you're just gorgeous."

She finished off her mead and set the mug back down on the bar. "Jinnipher. So tell me Sorrow, what has been happening with Heroica lately? Any imminent threats that I should be aware of? You people do still go out and you know, hero, right?" Her tone was somewhere between sarcastic and concerned.

[Kintobor]

Pardon my ignorance, but what is The Regret?

Karie looks around before continuing.

"The Regret was one of Olegaia's greatest terrors. His life was filled with causing death and misery in others. His Oculoid spawn were some of the most detestable creatures on the planet, and wherever he went, suffering and tragedy followed. He's not the kind of person you talk about lightly.

In the end, he powered himself up and ripped whatever shred of humanity apart in a two way bid to either take over the planet, or finally end his miserable existence. Needless to say, he's dead and gone, and I was there to see it done. That whole debacle had to be seen through... but it changed me. It changed everyone who went on it." Karie looked down, taking a drink. She looked exhausted just talking about the ordeal. She notices the new girl observing her and Vind.

"What's her problem? You know her?"

"Maybe just a coincedence, Karie?"

"I find it hard to believe in coincidences nowadays in this line of work." Karie responds, sounding concerned.

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[Flipz]

Althior chuckles as he inches past Noel. "I thought living with your family was supposed to be relieving, kid." he tosses a Bright Polish and Unlucky Horseshoe to Arthur. "Karie gave me these to give to you. There's a slew of new jobs at the hall starting soon, so I figured I'd stop here while I have the time," he also passes his Medal of Glory to Arthur. "This is for Hybros. I'll send him over here to pick it up, and I'll collect his payment when I get back."

He leans up against the counter. "Now that business is out of the way, how's the family life treating you? It seems a bit, well," h​e looks around, "hectic to me. I've done so much wandering, I don't now what it's like to settle down,"

"You sure you want to wait for payment? I can probably afford to pay you now and just accept Hybros' Gold myself."

"As far as the family life...you get used to it. Honestly, what you saw today was maybe a four at most."

"<It is uninteresting.>" Miirym informs Althior from atop the chandelier, despite the latter not being able to understand her speech.

"Miirym," Arthur chuckles, "it's not boring. You're just haven't experienced enough of life to recognize how unusual ours is. Sentient silverware isn't exactly a common commodity for most of the world."

"<Isn't it?>"

Arthur tries to reply, but can't seem to find the words. "You really need to get out and see more of the world, don't you Miirym? One day soon, I promise." He shakes his head. Behind him, Miirym smirks softly, the seeds sown.

"<Perhaps. In any case, I claimed it to be 'uninteresting', not boring. There is a difference.>"

"Oh? And what is the difference between boring and uninteresting?" Arthur asks bemusedly, his wordiness mostly for Althior's sake.

"<To be bored is to suffer in stagnation. To be uninterested is merely to not have cause to utilize your full attention or interest.>"

Arthur blinks, then laughs loudly. He clears his throat in response to Miirym's obvious disapproval. "Sorry. You have a valid point, of course, it's just--you're not even a year old, and already you're saying things like 'To be bored is to suffer in stagnation. To be uninterested is merely to not have cause to utilize your full attention or interest.' It's weird to hear that kind of thing from someone who's practically a baby in human terms."

"<I am a Dragon. I may be both young and naive, but none can truthfully claim me to lack either intelligence or insight.>"

A few months ago, Arthur would not have known what to say. Now, however, he knew the most productive way to humor her. "I'm sure Mom's lessons didn't hurt, either," he says, his pointed tone belying the affection behind his remark.

"<I will give credit where is is due, yes.>"

The sound of footsteps on the stairs temporarily halts the discussion.

"Oh! I didn't realize you had company over, Arthur. Who's your friend?"

"Mom, this is Althior Emorith. He's a Necromancer, he's done a lot of good work for our family."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Emorith. I recognize the name. Truth be told, we've probably met once or twice, if you're a Hero." She looks to Arthur. "Where's Noel?"

"Out. A dish ran away with a spoon. He's tracking them down."

Valentine smirks. "Well, I'm happy to see him practising at least. I won't disturb you and your visitor, I'm going to go visit your Aunt Merryweather today, see if there's a rainstorm scheduled this week. Leave a note for Noel to Z-Mail me if you go out before he gets back."

"I will, Mom." Arthur waits for Valentine to make her way through to the kitchen before he resumes speaking to Althior. "So how's life at the Hall this morning? I heard you mention Karie, how's she been holding up since the whole Regret thing?"

Edited July 2, 2015 by Flipz

[K-Nut]

"You sure you want to wait for payment? I can probably afford to pay you now and just accept Hybros' Gold myself."

"If you would be so kind, Hybros said he would give me 120 gold for it,"

"As far as the family life...you get used to it. Honestly, what you saw today was maybe a four at most."

"On what scale? One through three?" he chuckles.

"Mom, this is Althior Emorith. He's a Necromancer, he's done a lot of good work for our family."

"Ex-Necromancer. Prophet of Ethereth actually," he states. "Some things came to light recently for me; set me on a new path. It's always a pleasure, Ms. Ziegfried,"

"I will, Mom." Arthur waits for Valentine to make her way through to the kitchen before he resumes speaking to Althior. "So how's life at the Hall this morning? I heard you mention Karie, how's she been holding up since the whole Regret thing?"

"The hall is the same as it's ever been. Heroes coming and going, newbie heroes bragging about how many dragons they've killed or sticking fake elf ears to their head, the usual," he smirks. Since when was that usual? "It seems the trip to the Regret's island took its toll on her, but otherwise she seems fine. Just had a kid, actually! We were in the fields together too. She's probably going to be making her way out against that dragon over Moone in a few days. She could probably benefit by seeing you. Should I send her over?"

[Flipz]

"If you would be so kind, Hybros said he would give me 120 gold for it,"

"On what scale? One through three?" he chuckles.

"Ex-Necromancer. Prophet of Ethereth actually," he states. "Some things came to light recently for me; set me on a new path. It's always a pleasure, Ms. Ziegfried,"

"The hall is the same as it's ever been. Heroes coming and going, newbie heroes bragging about how many dragons they've killed or sticking fake elf ears to their head, the usual," he smirks. Since when was that usual? "It seems the trip to the Regret's island took its toll on her, but otherwise she seems fine. Just had a kid, actually! We were in the fields together too. She's probably going to be making her way out against that dragon over Moone in a few days. She could probably benefit by seeing you. Should I send her over?"

Arthur fumbles through his pockets for the gold before Miirym sighs and grabs his coin pouch from his backwards-facing belt. Blushing, Arthur turns around to properly fasten his garments, and once done he counts out and passes over 120 Gold to the Prophet.

"Prophet, eh? I thought I'd become a Prophet back in the day. 'Course, that was when I thought it'd be a good idea to be a prophet of Wren. Looking back, that...probably wouldn't have ended so well, even if she had won." Miirym cocks her head at him, but Arthur waves her away. "Another time." He looks back to Althior. "Glad to hear the baby was born just fine. If you could send Karie over, that'd be great--Hel, send Sorrow over too while you're at it, he's more than proved himself to the Ziegfried family, just like you have. Noel'd probably be thrilled to see them again--just don't tell him I said that, he likes to think he's above that sort of thing. Kids." Arthur rolls his eyes slightly, not noticing Miirym roll her eyes at him behind his back. The little dragon nonetheless takes wing and settles on Arthur's shoulder, nibbling her guardian's ear affectionately.

"She will be fighting a Dragon?" she broadcasts telepathically, the effort clearly more difficult than one would expect.

Arthur frowns in concern, but says nothing directly. "Not all Dragons are good, Miirym. We've discussed this before."

"It still interests me," the Dragon 'says', conserving her words as much as possible.

Edited July 2, 2015 by Flipz

[K-Nut]

Arthur fumbles through his pockets for the gold before Miirym sighs and grabs his coin pouch from his backwards-facing belt. Blushing, Arthur turns around to properly fasten his garments, and once done he counts out and passes over 120 Gold to the Prophet.

"Much obliged. I don't know how you managed to get by without little Miirym there,"

"Prophet, eh? I thought I'd become a Prophet back in the day. 'Course, that was when I thought it'd be a good idea to be a prophet of Wren. Looking back, that...probably wouldn't have ended so well, even if she had won." Miirym cocks her head at him, but Arthur waves her away. "Another time." He looks back to Althior. "Glad to hear the baby was born just fine. If you could send Karie over, that'd be great--Hel, send Sorrow over too while you're at it, he's more than proved himself to the Ziegfried family, just like you have. Noel'd probably be thrilled to see them again--just don't tell him I said that, he likes to think he's above that sort of thing. Kids." Arthur rolls his eyes slightly, not noticing Miirym roll her eyes at him behind his back. The little dragon nonetheless takes wing and settles on Arthur's shoulder, nibbling her guardian's ear affectionately.

"Damn, I forgot how infatuated you were with Wren. Glad to see you turned out alright though." he hesitates. "Relatively speaking of course. You're just as buggered up as the rest of us," he chuckles. "I'll send them both over when I get back to the hall,"

"She will be fighting a Dragon?" she broadcasts telepathically, the effort clearly more difficult than one would expect.

Arthur frowns in concern, but says nothing directly. "Not all Dragons are good, Miirym. We've discussed this before."

"It still interests me," the Dragon 'says', conserving her words as much as possible.

Hearing Arthurs comment to his dragon, the Prophet leans in towards Miirym. "They don't call me the dragonslayer for nothing, little one. Like Regulus said, they're not all good." he says so the dragon can understand him. He then clears his throat. "Sorry, first time trying out this whole Glossolalia thing." he blushes.

Edited July 2, 2015 by K-Nut

[Flipz]

Hearing Arthurs comment to his dragon, the Prophet leans in towards Miirym. "They don't call me the dragonslayer for nothing, little one. Like Regulus said, they're not all good." he says so the dragon can understand him. He then clears his throat. "Sorry, first time trying out this whole Glossolalia thing." he blushes.

Arthur raises his eyebrows. "So you've been letting me play Rosetta Goodall all this time for no reason, huh?" He chuckles. "I'd forgotten about that part of Prophet-hood, heh. Certainly wasn't that useful to Princess Ella when she tried to use it, that's for sure."

Miirym, meanwhile, seems frustrated as she returns to her Draconic tongue. "<It is a waste. I had wished to practice my technique on one who could not otherwise understand. I desire to judge its merit compared relying on another's translation.>"

Arthur appears to be proud, if conflicted. "If it makes you feel better, your skill at maintaining a courteous volume has vastly improved. I still worry about the toll it takes on you, though."

"<Thank you. But as Mistress Valentine says, courtesy is the cornerstone of civilization. If I am to use my gifts, I shall use them well, not poorly.>" Miirym seems touched by the concern, but ultimately turns back to Althior. "What is your opinion on the matter?"

[K-Nut]

Althior smirks. "I'm still getting accustomed to some parts of my training. It's not as though I know every language, just that I, well, get more accustomed to them as the conversation goes on. It's a neat little trick,"

He turns to the dragon. "On which matter? The dragon? I have no qualms with it. I'm sure that Vorpalis is just engaging in his usual nature, but it has become a matter of survival to Moone. I lay my concerns to the east, however,"

[Flipz]

Althior smirks. "I'm still getting accustomed to some parts of my training. It's not as though I know every language, just that I, well, get more accustomed to them as the conversation goes on. It's a neat little trick,"

He turns to the dragon. "On which matter? The dragon? I have no qualms with it. I'm sure that Vorpalis is just engaging in his usual nature, but it has become a matter of survival to Moone. I lay my concerns to the east, however,"

"To the east? You mean to Xu?"

"More likely Dastan. As far as I know, we were the only party of Heroes ever to visit the Aoi homeland, and as...beneficially as that turned out, I don't imagine there's a lot of demand for Heroes out there. Most likely the residents of Xu will want to focus their efforts on reconstruction before they open up to foreigners again."

"Gerald Guffington will be disappointed. He's asked for Heroes to help him on a trip around the world."

"Has he, now?" Arthur strokes his chin. "I once met a friend of his, a Doctor Daneeka. He's very well connected, I hear, I'm surprised our family hasn't been invited to any of his social gatherings--or at least, not that I've heard mentioned. You know anything about him, Althior?"

[Scubacarrot]

"The Regret was one of Olegaia's greatest terrors. His life was filled with causing death and misery in others. His Oculoid spawn were some of the most detestable creatures on the planet, and wherever he went, suffering and tragedy followed. He's not the kind of person you talk about lightly. In the end, he powered himself up and ripped whatever shred of humanity apart in a two way bid to either take over the planet, or finally end his miserable existence.

"Now that sounds exciting." Calamity interjects. "Who do you reckon summoned this creature to this world?"

[Purpearljellyblob]

With her staff on one hand, Purpearl walks towards the great double doors of Heroica and pulls them to a close. As she places her free hand on the door, she notices the great locks and wonders if anyone ever locks them, “Just in case it rains.” says Purpearl as she turns around and heads upstairs.

[Endgame]

The elf raised an eyebrow. So that what the smell was. "I'm sure you're just gorgeous."

She finished off her mead and set the mug back down on the bar. "Jinnipher. So tell me Sorrow, what has been happening with Heroica lately? Any imminent threats that I should be aware of? You people do still go out and you know, hero, right?" Her tone was somewhere between sarcastic and concerned.

"Yes, I wear the hood so not everyone is stunned by my undying beauty." I quip.

"As for current matters... The questboard currently has three quests up, I believe. One to rout out a necromancer from a necropolis - that's my personal pick, but I'm going to go on a limb and say it's not your style. The other one to travel around the world with an aristocrat - culturally stimulating, but ship travel is a chore for me. And finally, one regarding a dragon that needs killing in Moone. From what I heard, the bastard already razed half of the country. Exiled the king of Moone from his own country, too."

[K-Nut]

"To the east? You mean to Xu?"

"More like Babeleth, I'm afraid I don't have the connections to tour the world. Trouble is stirring in the undead city of Fellcrest with an old foe of mine, so I think it's about time for a return trip,"

"Has he, now?" Arthur strokes his chin. "I once met a friend of his, a Doctor Daneeka. He's very well connected, I hear, I'm surprised our family hasn't been invited to any of his social gatherings--or at least, not that I've heard mentioned. You know anything about him, Althior?"

"Guffington? Everyone has heard of Guffington. But alas, all I have done is heard of him. His trek is going to Xu, Dastan, Baltarok, and Duplovia; none of which I have been to. If you were still heroing, Regulus, I'd say this is the perfect job for you,"

[Waterbrick Down]

"Yes, I wear the hood so not everyone is stunned by my undying beauty." I quip.

"As for current matters... The questboard currently has three quests up, I believe. One to rout out a necromancer from a necropolis - that's my personal pick, but I'm going to go on a limb and say it's not your style. The other one to travel around the world with an aristocrat - culturally stimulating, but ship travel is a chore for me. And finally, one regarding a dragon that needs killing in Moone. From what I heard, the bastard already razed half of the country. Exiled the king of Moone from his own country, too."

"Exiled being a more respectable term than 'fleeing in terror'." Skrall chuckled while taking a drink from his tankard.

Edited July 2, 2015 by Waterbrick Down