Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Duvors]

Throlar silently entered the hall, moving over to the bar as unobtrusively as possible.

[Asphalt]

As the small barbarian leaves the hall Vindsval glances over the Hall Notice Board. One posting in particular catches his eye.

Monk Pretzel Selling

Soothing Slippers (Meditation restores 5 ether; Footwear)

Willing to Listen to Offers On:

Armour of Dark Arts (SP: 10; Takes up: Bodywear, Handwear, Footwear slots; counts as one artifact; Suitable to Knights, Dragoons, and Skirmishers)

Mythril Shield (SP: 20)

Send me a Z-mail (PM) if not in the hall at present.

It would seem that is the final piece. Now where is he? I have met this man before.

Vindsval stands to his full height, as much as the hall will allow anyway, and scans the room for Monk Pretzel. He spies the man sitting on the far side of the room. He crosses to him and kneels beside the table since his re-enforced barrel is over by the bar.

Greetings Monk Pretzal, I read your notice on the board. I would like to purchase the Mythril Shield.

[Palathadric]

"Your parents must have great confidence in you then. It's not often I meet one that quests for goodness itself, least of all one such young."

"Yes, well, I developed quite a name for myself, you see. When I was 2 years old I slew the King of the evil Ogres who were attacking the realm. I also slew one great dragon, but after that life became rather quite in our country..."

Overhearing their conversation Ezeran politely interrupts. "Your parents can be proud of you, your actions already are acts of valour!"

Petaldan beamed with delight.

A young boy quickly darts into the hall. Giving the quest board a quick look over, he scratches down check marks next to a sign-up sheet and leaves a short note at the bottom of the form.

Chosen Heroes for Quest 149: Cleaning Out the Pipes

Ezeran Yavarr, Level 11 Mage (MysticModulus)

Torald Waruelf, Level 9 Barbarian (Alfadas)

Woflwind, Level 1 Mage (Kappy)

Hunkan Silvertoss, Level 2 Rogue (BountyBeast)

Petaldan Parfenius, Level 7 Knight (Palathadric)

Kid Reddson, Level 1 Ranger (dum)

~ Please report to the Guild Hall within 24 hours, ask for Dr. A. Cula. ~

"Oh, dear, Mr Vampire, you have not been chosen, I would so much have liked to quest with you, but perhaps another day. Wow! We're almost the exact same party that headed to the Fields. Let's hope more of us can stay on our feet this time around."

Greetings Monk Pretzal, I read your notice on the board. I would like to purchase the Mythril Shield.

Lost in thought, I am awakened from my reverie by the imposing presence before me.

Panic is the first thing to set it.

"Oh, um, of course...er...take it, please. It's yours."

[dum]

Kid stumbles into a green clad dwarf as he exits the bar. He walks straight into the questboard with a loud THUD. Picking himself up from the ground, he notices he was chosen for quest 149. He wanders to the guild hall while calling out to Mr. Dracula? er- Dr. Alfonze?

[Alfadas]

Torald follows Ezeran while mumbling about how smart Ezeran is, figuring it out.

[BountyBeast]

A young boy quickly darts into the hall. Giving the quest board a quick look over, he scratches down check marks next to a sign-up sheet and leaves a short note at the bottom of the form.

Chosen Heroes for Quest 149: Cleaning Out the Pipes

Ezeran Yavarr, Level 11 Mage (MysticModulus)

Torald Waruelf, Level 9 Barbarian (Alfadas)

Woflwind, Level 1 Mage (Kappy)

Hunkan Silvertoss, Level 2 Rogue (BountyBeast)

Petaldan Parfenius, Level 7 Knight (Palathadric)

Kid Reddson, Level 1 Ranger (dum)

~ Please report to the Guild Hall within 24 hours, ask for Dr. A. Cula. ~

"That's my cue." Hunkan gets up and follows Torald and Ezeran to the guild hall.

[Asphalt]

Lost in thought, I am awakened from my reverie by the imposing presence before me.

Panic is the first thing to set it.

"Oh, um, of course...er...take it, please. It's yours."

Vindsval looks abashed at the fear he instilled in the old priest.

Um. . Many Thanks Friend. I meant not to cause you unease. I will take it and be on my way. Please, I hope this is enough for your distress.

Vindsval Takes the Mythril Shield and Leaves 500 Gold.

As he walks away he frowns.

Yet again I am made the monster. Will the small folk of this world ever truly accept me?

He stows the shield with his other recent acquisitions and goes to sip his drink in a dark corner.

Vindsval sits in the corner of the hall, the weariness of the road and of his recent battles draws his chin to his chest and his eyes close. Moments later he opens them again to find himself surrounded by the mists and standing before a now familiar figure.

He falls to his knees, his new iron fist digging into the soft loam at the Path's edge.

Greetings great one. I thank you for this boon. What need have you of me?

Arise Vindsval, I am here as always, to lead you upon the Path. You have done well in your mastery of this Witchery Way, but I fear you have no more that the animals of the wild can teach you. I allowed you to walk this path, but it is time you set your foot upon another. You are now whole once more, it is time you took up the shield and sword of your ancestors.

But I have trained as a priest of your order. How then could I weird the sword.

I am well aware of your desires to defend the weak and pressed of this land. You have sent many souls to be for judgement in this cause, and because of this word of me has spread far into these souther lands. I would have this continue. You have acquired the last item you will need to take up arms as a Paladin of this land. With this action your deeds may bring to you honor, and to me power. Seek out the banners of the Fox, that you may fight beneath the sign of your past.

Vindsval awakens to find himself once again in the Hall.

The banners of the Fox. It appears I have an appointment in the training hall.

Edited March 31, 2016 by Asphalt

[Asphalt]

After days of training Vindsval returns to the hall, no longer a follow of the Witchery way, but as The Scorpion Knight, Paladin of the Wanderer, first of his kind.

[Sandy]

~A new quest has been posted on the Quest Board (#150 by CallMePie)!~

[Waterbrick Down]

Boris raises a glass as the next set of heroes exit upon their adventure and settles back into his seat. The vampire pulls out a map of Olegia that he had copied down from the library and begins to examine it.

Edited April 1, 2016 by Waterbrick Down

[Asphalt]

Vindsval stretches a bit, getting used to his new armor. He makes his way to the bar.

Sheharezad, what have you for me this evening? Perhaps something with the heat of a Northern Hearthstone?

A short time later a steaming half cask of something orange and bubbling is placed in front of the giant and he picks up up with a nod. He takes a draft and a small wisp of steam can be seen drifting up from his ear.

​Spicy indeed.

​Movement at one of the larger tables catches his eye and he watches a small pale man spread a large map out before himself. He walks over and looks down at the drawing.

Looking for somewhere in particular friend?

[Waterbrick Down]

Boris glances up at the hulking half-giant pausing a moment to take in the warriors intimidating presence. "Aren't you a tall drink of water... Heartland and Baltarok if you're interested. Never quested outside the city before and wanted to get an idea of the lay of the lands." The vampire moves over to provide more room at the table for Vindsval. Spying the half-giant's drink, Boris orders the same and takes a long sip, a smile growing on the cleric's lips. "Ah, at last something with a hint of flavor!"

[Asphalt]

"A tall drink of . . . Southerners and their expressions. I fear I cannot add much to your knowledge of those places. Though I am much travelled I have never been blessed to have my Path set to the homeland of my Father."

He watches the pale man order whatever it is he is drinking. She never does seem to tell him what it is he is getting.

Yes Flavorful indeed. I tell the madam what it is I would like to be reminded of, and she concocts something in kind. It is nearly a game at this point to see what exactly I will receive.

He sets down his Cask and extends a long nailed hand.

I am Vindsval, called the Half Born, Follower of the Path of the Wanderer. I do not believe we have spoken before. Are you new to these halls?

[Waterbrick Down]

Boris takes the hand that dwarfs his own and shakes it. "Boris Bruhalv, former cleric of Ennoc." The vampire takes another drink. "Tis uncommon for me to find food or drink these days that can even awaken my palate."

"I have been here for a time, though I have found few opportunities to serve the people of this city, quests being so few. With so many heroes in this hall it can be difficult to keep them all straight, though I can't imagine it would be difficult to remember one as towering and well armed as yourself. Been here long?"

[Rider Raider]

Timothy storms in, orders a mead, grumbles about how the only quests are out of his league, but Timothy signs up for Quest 150, A Moment of Silence nevertheless. He then sits down and drinks his mead. "Some Heroica." He says in an Irish accent. "Tis be seeming oddly quiet."

Edited April 2, 2016 by Rider Raider

[Asphalt]

Boris takes the hand that dwarfs his own and shakes it. "Boris Bruhalv, former cleric of Ennoc." The vampire takes another drink. "Tis uncommon for me to find food or drink these days that can even awaken my palate."

"I have been here for a time, though I have found few opportunities to serve the people of this city, quests being so few. With so many heroes in this hall it can be difficult to keep them all straight, though I can't imagine it would be difficult to remember one as towering and well armed as yourself. Been here long?"

Former you say. Did you stray from your path, or did your lowlands god feel fit to close its way to you?

​

The passage of time is strange upon the road, some days seem to take months, while some turnings of the seasons take but a moment. I would say I have been a member of the hall for well over a year, but it is hard to keep track of such things. I can tell you that I have actually spent precious little of that time here within its walls. The Wanderer sees fit to place many paths before me.

Timothy storms in, orders a mead, grumbles about how the only quests are out of his league, but Timothy signs up for 150 nevertheless. He then sits down and drinks his mead. "Some Heroica." He says in an Irish accent. "Tis be seeming oddly quiet."

Vindsval notices a new lad writing his name all over a notice about a chicken pot pie recipe contest.

Perhaps youngling you should be More Specific about where one pits his sign.

[Palathadric]

"Humph! Orcs are signing up heroes to protect on the dark that commemorates our defeating those orcs. What is the world coming to?"

[Asphalt]

Vindsal listens to the old monks outburst, not quite sure what to make of it. He has long been associated with the green skins and their home, despite the fact he has never set foot there. He can't help but wonder what exactly has gone on between the Orcish nation and this city. Tales of slavery, rebellion, murder, abound in the lands, but what is truth and what is legend?

[Waterbrick Down]

Former you say. Did you stray from your path, or did your lowlands god feel fit to close its way to you?

"Not so much Ennoc himself so much as his ordained ministers. Something to do with the whole undead thing." The vampire smiles. "Though I will confess the Mighty One has seemed further and further away as of late, even though my healing has yet to be hampered."​

The passage of time is strange upon the road, some days seem to take months, while some turnings of the seasons take but a moment. I would say I have been a member of the hall for well over a year, but it is hard to keep track of such things. I can tell you that I have actually spent precious little of that time here within its walls. The Wanderer sees fit to place many paths before me.

"Ah 'One lays out his plans for his way, but it is Ennoc who oversees his path.' Sayings of Monsolo stanza 16 line 9 I believe. Time does seem to pass differently within these walls. This Wanderer that you serve, is he from the North, or does he go by another name around here?"

Edited April 2, 2016 by Waterbrick Down

[Asphalt]

Your Mighty one seems to require much memorization from his followers. The Ennoc, I have heard him spoken of much in these lands. He is the supreme lord of this region, yes? If your current state separates you from him, perhaps you should place your faith in another. I have just returned from an assigment in the Necropolis. The city is filled with those who have chosen the Path of unlife. They freely worship Helvetia. Perhaps you could seek out one Monk Carlos. He helped us, he would surely be willing to speak with you.

The High Lord of my mother's people is known by Many aspects. One such aspect is the Wanderer. I believe I have heard him called Wartan by the people of Eubric.

[Waterbrick Down]

Your Mighty one seems to require much memorization from his followers. The Ennoc, I have heard him spoken of much in these lands. He is the supreme lord of this region, yes? If your current state separates you from him, perhaps you should place your faith in another. I have just returned from an assigment in the Necropolis. The city is filled with those who have chosen the Path of unlife. They freely worship Helvetia. Perhaps you could seek out one Monk Carlos. He helped us, he would surely be willing to speak with you.

The High Lord of my mother's people is known by Many aspects. One such aspect is the Wanderer. I believe I have heard him called Wartan by the people of Eubric.

"I had not heard of this Necropolis, where does it lay? Yes, Ennoc is the true light, he is the one who lead the great kingdoms in the west to their former glory. If I am so easily swayed to leave him only due to a period of testing, how would I ever consider myself worthy of his salvation? My lord has been faithful in the past, seeing me through many trials, I cannot abandon him now." The vampire's voice trembles slightly. Boris takes another drink, calming himself. "What of your own change in identity? Did you abandon this Wanderer at your time of testing, or have you always born that burden?" The cleric motions to the mechanical arm.

[Asphalt]

Vindsval lifts his new hand and watches as the torch light glints off of the crystals at its heart and chines off of its metallic carapace He flexes and moves his fingers, listens to the tiny mechanical noises it makes and smiles.

This is the payment extracted from me when I saved this city from a creature known as the Rosalia. I came to this city much as you are now, a traveling priest. I had been long on the road and sought a place where a beast such as myself could find acceptance within a community. Something I had up until then lacked. He fades off slightly at the last.Soon after joining the ranks of this Hall, I was charged with finding the cause of mishaps in a Doctor's laboratory. Deep beneath the city my companion and I found the source. A creature calling itself the Rosalia. It was a creature of pure disease that sought to kill all those in the city above. In defeating it I contracted the disease though wounds in my left arm. Upon seeing the marks the "good" doctor surprised me by striking it from my body. It was partially due to my weakness in the face of that disease that I chose to mastery what my mother's people called the Witchery Way. I set myself to not only bend the poisons and curses of this land to my will but to use them to send to Judgment those who would opress or harm the innocents of this land. I spent some time less than what I once was, but grew in power. Upon obtaining full mastery of the Witchery Way, my lord saw fit to return my arm to me in the form of this "Grogmas Gift." This allowed me to set foot upon another path. One that I had thought out of reach, for how can one bear sword and shield with but one arm? By His grace I have taken up the Mantle of the Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of the Wanderer. You called it a Testing, perhaps it was. What Lord would want the weak to be his Heralds?

[Waterbrick Down]

"'My strength will be shown in thy weakness.' Second book of Corin stanza 12 line 10. I know not his reasons for bringing this upon me, but it must be for my ultimate perfection. I have lived all my years in this city and devoted my self to the service of Ennoc and his church, he will not fail me though he seems far away." Boris paused for a moment in contemplation upon Vindsval's story. "You speak of your Mother's people, from where is it you come?"

[Rider Raider]

"I wonder what I can do to get 65 gold around here..." Timothy thinks aloud.

[CMP]

Miderun stepped into Heroica Hall after a lengthy absence. Her adventure in Spesiala had left a sour taste in her mouth - at least in terms of being able to change things in the ruinous kingdoms of men and elves. How anyone could possibly be so selfish and reckless was beyond her. Any attempt to try and assist the Orcish Liberation Movement was also met with resistance, and only one clear solution seemed helpful: she would have to join the Wolfgang to make any headway in this mess of a city.

Entering the Hall to catch up with some allies, and potentially some extra training, seemed like a reasonable thing to do. But somehow her mood actually worsened, courtesy of what was posted up on the quest board. So it was she found herself considering a rare mug of alcohol when she noticed Vindsval speaking with some pale man reminding her of the Fenarians. The orc gave a short wave to the newly trained paladin, then turned her attention back to the weapon she was polishing, dissatisfied with its effectiveness.