Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Palathadric]

"It's like... I'm supposed to get more brave the stronger the beastie I fight, right? That I'm supposed to see these giants topple and go "Well, that was easy, who's next?" But, I don't get how y'all do it... I just get more terrified! It's like every win is a fluke, and every quest I sign up for, I just put my neck on the choppin' block one more time, noble death or not."

"Don't think about the difficulty of the fight but the glory that comes with the slaying of great foes."

[swils]

I approach Thormanil slowly.

"How goes the war effort, Dragoon? I hope you can find it in yourself to...forgive me."

With a gruff tone, Thormanil acknowledges Pretzel: "That witch is to blame, not you. One day, I'll finally have my chance to right what she's done."

[Endgame]

"Don't think about the difficulty of the fight but the glory that comes with the slaying of great foes."

"BUt I don't really ant glory, just a warm meal and a warm bed..."

[Palathadric]

"BUt I don't really ant glory, just a warm meal and a warm bed..."

I look up wide-eyed.

"You're like those people I rescue.

[Endgame]

I look up wide-eyed.

"You're like those people I rescue.

"More or less, yeah. I'm just some farmboy wh figured out he could magic-up stuff in a freak accident, and apparently I'm supposed to kill godmonsters and ancient lizards with it?"

[Palathadric]

"More or less, yeah. I'm just some farmboy wh figured out he could magic-up stuff in a freak accident, and apparently I'm supposed to kill godmonsters and ancient lizards with it?"

"As they say, no accident happens by accident."

[Endgame]

"Who said that?" Terry cocks his head in confusion.

[Palathadric]

I just look at Terry confused.

"Oh, is that not said around these parts?"

Edited January 10, 2016 by Palathadric

[Endgame]

I just look at Terry confused.

"Oh, is that not said around these parts?"

"I ain't never heard it."

[Siercon and Coral]

Siercon signs up for Quest 147, and then proceeds to refill his hollow weapons in a dark corner.

[JimBee]

Jinnipher strides into the Hall, making her presence well-known as was her custom. She flipped her hair back as she sat haughtily at the bar, wasting no time in knocking back a mead.

[Endgame]

Jinnipher strides into the Hall, making her presence well-known as was her custom. She flipped her hair back as she sat haughtily at the bar, wasting no time in knocking back a mead.

Terry looks up from the letter he was writing.

"Welcome back. You up to anything interesting?"

Edited January 15, 2016 by Endgame

[JimBee]

Terry looks up from the letter he was writing.

"Welcome back. You up to anything interesting?"

Jinnipher displayed her mug before taking a swig. "You?"

[MysticModulus]

Jinnipher strides into the Hall, making her presence well-known as was her custom. She flipped her hair back as she sat haughtily at the bar, wasting no time in knocking back a mead.

Ezeran raises his mug of ale and nods silently to greet her.

[Endgame]

Jinnipher displayed her mug before taking a swig. "You?"

"Writing a letter home.

...Out of curiosity... How long were you gone? For me it felt like you just went to get a loaf of brwad and a jug of milk, but I know time is all screwy here."

[JimBee]

Ezeran raises his mug of ale and nods silently to greet her.

She raised her glass back, and motioned for the mage to come over. "Come, why don't you tell us about your latest adventure, Ezeran? This place could use a good story."

"Writing a letter home.

...Out of curiosity... How long were you gone? For me it felt like you just went to get a loaf of brwad and a jug of milk, but I know time is all screwy here."

Jinnipher shrugged. "A few days, maybe. You don't expect me to sit in this dingy hall all day? Even if the booze is free, you can only drink to entertain yourself so much." She looked Terry up and down. "You look like you could use a drink yourself. Here kid, put some hair on your chest." Jinnipher produced a dark bottle of clear liquid from her bag and slid it down to him. Upon closer inspection, the liquid inside seemed to glow faintly.

[MysticModulus]

She raised her glass back, and motioned for the mage to come over. "Come, why don't you tell us about your latest adventure, Ezeran? This place could use a good story."

Ezeran stands up careful not to wake the heavily snoring barbarian at his table and heads over to Jinniphers table. He sits down in a vacant arm chair that looks comfortable. The symbiont seems idle enough, somewhat dazed after a long journey. "We were contacted by this nervous-looking arbomancer gardener who claimed to have been attacked by a ferocious plant. It proved out to be highly accurate, a beautiful speciment with petals, leaves and stems that would delight every botanical artisan in all of Eubric. The problem however was that it's beauty was surpassed by its craving for raw magic. We did not know this but after having followed it through half the city we surmised that it was not pure chance that it had swallowed every wizard in sight and used their powers against us. This was humours at first, it swallowed a necromancer and raised a three course dinner against us. I've never fought a sausage-monster before but it was easy not to laugh since we had to save the poor wizard. The hunt continued and we were soon confronted with a similary swallowed weather mage that turned a group of hanged pirates against us. By this time both the Bonapartes and the Ziegfrieds had joined the hunt and after catching up with the Triffid in Triad park we learned from some children working for the guild of Invision that it had escaped from the guilds premises. They seemed to be able to control it so we decided to escort them and the Triffid back to the guild. The Ziegfrieds were of course not happy with this, If they would have gotten their way the Triffid would have been slaughtered like a mad dog at the spot. Crude reasoning if you ask me." Ezeran sighs "It was dangerous but to destroy it would have been a mistake."

[Endgame]

Jinnipher shrugged. "A few days, maybe. You don't expect me to sit in this dingy hall all day? Even if the booze is free, you can only drink to entertain yourself so much." She looked Terry up and down. "You look like you could use a drink yourself. Here kid, put some hair on your chest." Jinnipher produced a dark bottle of clear liquid from her bag and slid it down to him. Upon closer inspection, the liquid inside seemed to glow faintly.

"A few days? What is up with time in here?"

Terry reluctantly drinks the drink offered to him, and shivers.

"Agh. What is this stuff?

To be honest, just like you probably only imagine me cowering in a corner or such, I can only imagine you drinkin' ale, slayin' beasties, or both."

Ezeran stands up careful not to wake the heavily snoring barbarian at his table and heads over to Jinniphers table. He sits down in a vacant arm chair that looks comfortable. The symbiont seems idle enough, somewhat dazed after a long journey. "We were contacted by this nervous-looking arbomancer gardener who claimed to have been attacked by a ferocious plant. It proved out to be highly accurate, a beautiful speciment with petals, leaves and stems that would delight every botanical artisan in all of Eubric. The problem however was that it's beauty was surpassed by its craving for raw magic. We did not know this but after having followed it through half the city we surmised that it was not pure chance that it had swallowed every wizard in sight and used their powers against us. This was humours at first, it swallowed a necromancer and raised a three course dinner against us. I've never fought a sausage-monster before but it was easy not to laugh since we had to save the poor wizard. The hunt continued and we were soon confronted with a similary swallowed weather mage that turned a group of hanged pirates against us. By this time both the Bonapartes and the Ziegfrieds had joined the hunt and after catching up with the Triffid in Triad park we learned from some children working for the guild of Invision that it had escaped from the guilds premises. They seemed to be able to control it so we decided to escort them and the Triffid back to the guild. The Ziegfrieds were of course not happy with this, If they would have gotten their way the Triffid would have been slaughtered like a mad dog at the spot. Crude reasoning if you ask me." Ezeran sighs "It was dangerous but to destroy it would have been a mistake."

"A plant resurecting sausage monsters? Why on Olegaia would anyone grow a weed like that..."

[MysticModulus]

"A plant resurecting sausage monsters? Why on Olegaia would anyone grow a weed like that..."

Ezeran shrugs. "Beats me, I guess the guild of invision is running a conservatory or something." The symbiont sneezes into the table. Ezeran brings out a handkerchief and starts to wipe the snot and saliva away before it starts to eat theough the table.

[Endgame]

Ezeran shrugs. "Beats me, I guess the guild of invision is running a conservatory or something." The symbiont sneezes into the table. Ezeran brings out a handkerchief and starts to wipe the snot and saliva away before it starts to eat theough the table.

Terry winces as the saliva nearly sizzles through the table.

"I woulda put it down, personally, but I trust your judgment."

[Palathadric]

"The man at the Guild of Invision wasn't very nice. He didn't want to buy presents for the mages."

[MysticModulus]

"The man at the Guild of Invision wasn't very nice. He didn't want to buy presents for the mages."

"There's a lot of that going around..."

[Pyrovisionary]

The boat back from Salmanda was uneventful. Save a few games of cards and dice, all he had really done was reflect upon Peri and Orphaniel. He was not a moral man, but from now on he would give the angel's blessing to those who needed it. Hmm, gimme two weeks I'll start sounding like a ploughing priest

After he got onto the shore again in Eubric he exchanged a grand Vizier's cloak with Pretzel for 450 gold

Sarge slid 2565 gold to Eric and 438 to Boomingham after some clever "accounting" on the way back from Salmanda, the pub table was smooth and the leather pouches, though heavy, reached their owners with a satisfying jingle. The old man creaked as much as the chair he was leaning back on as he put his hands behind his head and smirked with a cheeky grin. After a moment of silence he began "We should really sort this place out"

[Khorne]

After spending what seemed like ages in the sun-blasted Salmanda Eric was glad to finally be out at sea once more. Soon enough, he found himself back in the now very familiar city Eubric. A free city, but mostly in name only. He longed for some good mead to wash down the sand in his throat, but since this was the familiar city of Eubric the Nord already knew he'd have to settle with some flimsy second-grade ale instead.

Instead of making his way directly towards the Hall, Eric walked through Eubric to an unspecified inn where he was supposed to meet with Jon and Lawrence. The tall Raider stuck peeked his head through the doorframe of the pub and quickly spotted the old sailor. Eric joined him, but not before having ordered some mead, which was as predicted second-grade. Licking his lips nevertheless, Eric sat down with Sarge.

When Jon slid over Eric's cut of their latest endeavour, the Nord's eyes lightened up and his trademark grin grew ever wider. It was like a child who had received the Grogmas gift he'd always dreamed of. "Spent AAAALL the money", was the first thought that crossed Eric's mind. He quickly put that to rest, there were other matters to attend to first.

Eric downed the rest of his pint, but nearly spat it back out when Sarge started to speak. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Eric said: "This place as in 'Eubric'? There's no cleaning up a rotting house. You can tear it down and build a new one, though, but I doubt the powers-that-be are very much down with that idea."

[Endgame]

"There's a lot of that going around..."

"Lack of generosity? You can say that again."

Terry takes another gulp of the drink.

"This stuff is... real good, Jinnipher. Real... good..."