Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Yzalirk]

Kiray turns to automaton; it had been some time since she had interacted with one. The last one she had met was actually somewhat cute. This one was just... a goliath. Maybe the other one was cute because it was around her height. Still, she hoped it would respond to her how the last one did. She starts, trying to replicate the robotic tone, "GREETINGS. SOME MAGES HAVE BEEN HELPFUL. IN MY OWN TRAVELS."

Goliath appears confused. Being programmed to smash things into a messy pulp, he does not understand the useful of mages yet he has never met one.

"GOLIATH. NO. UNDERSTAND."

He also notices the dwarf who approached the questboard. He is filled with a contained happiness and sense of security. He roars to him,

"NOT. MASTER. LOOK. LIKE. MASTER."

[Palathadric]

"Did you just get back from a quest recently? Or have you been taking it slower? Is Nerwen in Eubric right now, I don't see her in the Hall or marketplace."

"I've been around the hall for a while now. Not much going on. I signed up for a quest, but it has been continually delayed."

I point to the questboard.

"As for Nerwen, she is not around. She left for her current quest the day I returned from mine, I believe."

[KotZ]

"I've been around the hall for a while now. Not much going on. I signed up for a quest, but it has been continually delayed."

I point to the questboard.

"As for Nerwen, she is not around. She left for her current quest the day I returned from mine, I believe."

"Would you want to gather up a few of us to go to the Fields? I'm itching to to practice against some beasts. While we wait for your next quest of course."

She directs her attention out to the rest of the Hall. "Would anyone be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

[CMP]

"Right, they were all want'n t'be barbarians instead. What about bein' barbaric is't so appeain'?"

"The smell?"

Miderun couldn't help but snicker a little bit.

"Would you want to gather up a few of us to go to the Fields? I'm itching to to practice against some beasts. While we wait for your next quest of course."

She directs her attention out to the rest of the Hall. "Would anyone be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

"I would be glad to join you again. I think some simple violence may be just what I need now. Strange only heroes can visit these hunting grounds, but ir dyruulo azh zor mez dizarko. Now, I hear there is some training I can do here. I want to see this Copper Fox for myself...I understand he has even trained the heroes of Baltarok themselves." Miderun finished off her drink and left for the training room.

Edited April 5, 2016 by CallMePie

[JimBee]

Hybros entered the Hall for the first time in a very long while. Or so it felt. The journey he had returned from seemed long on its own, but his time on Etheria and in the Font may have distorted it even further.

After a cursory look at the questboard the imp absentmindedly penned his name under Quest #148. He wasn't sure how soon he would be ready to see the world again, but he supposed he had better keep busy.

He collapsed into chair, waving for a warm and sweet tea. After a while he took out some gear and placed it on the table. It was time to pare down on the things he carried everywhere with them. Among the objects were a Mythril Shard, a greatsword and armor that looked to be of Dastanian make, an Opal and a Medal of Glory, the latter two of which belonged to other people. But the others appeared to be for sale.

[KotZ]

Kiray, notcing the items, moves over to the Imp. She points to the Mythril. "How much is that?"

[JimBee]

Hybros sipped his tea as he eyed the woman knight. "It depends on how much you would offer, heheheh."

[Enceladus]

Na'im saunters into the hall, visibly a lot more relaxed than he had been when he left for Spelesia all those months ago. He notices a package addressed to him which he picks up and inspects with gentle hands, and pockets his portion of loot. He had left Spelesia with mixed feelings about the dwarf, and he still felt as if he would never understand the little man's actions whilst they were there, but even so he would be sad to see the dwarf go-he would never say it to Mihnaks face, but he was still one of the best shots he had witnessed with a handcannon

Na'im glances at the questboard, but struggles to muster any interest. A town in need of saving and the orcs getting into a tussle over diplomacy again. Maybe later, his ravenous hunger for gold would drive him to commit to one of these causes. It seemed nothing had changed in Olegia since he left, much like it had not in this hall, save for a few new faces. He heads over to the bar and flags a glass of Charisian red from Scheherazade and looks around the hall for any familiar faces.

"My friends!" Na'im grins and heads over to the table where he spots several of his comrades from previous quests sitting "So good to see you in good health, lady Kiray after our arduous expedition to Speleisa-master Burehalv, it is good to see you are well too-master giant I don't believe we have met. I am Naim Suladec Se Thamir at your service." Naim extends a hand in Vindisvals direction-he does not seem at all fazed by the presence of an enormous giant across the table from him "And a Paladin none the less..." he muses "Let me guess: another one of Ennocs lackeys? For I have yet to meet a cleric in this hall who does not serve the lord of light-no offence master Burehalv." he adds

Edited April 6, 2016 by Enceladus

[Asphalt]

"My friends!" Na'im grins and heads over to the table where he spots several of his comrades from previous quests sitting "So good to see you in good health, lady Kiray after our arduous expedition to Speleisa-master Burehalv, it is good to see you are well too-master giant I don't believe we have met. I am Naim Suladec Se Thamir at your service." Naim extends a hand in Vindisvals direction-he does not seem at all fazed by the presence of an enormous giant across the table from him "And a Paladin none the less..." he muses "Let me guess: another one of Ennocs lackeys? For I have yet to meet a cleric in this hall who does not serve the lord of light-no offence master Burehalv." he adds

Vindval's eyes flare as the Fenerian Speaks. His fangs bare in a tight smile as he turns to address the bandaged man. He takes the Offered hand in a vice like grip, covering the smaller beings hand and forearm past his elbow.

He speaks in a low sharp voice.

The might of this Lord of Light must wax indeed for one to speak thus within such proximity of his place of power. It is fortunate indeed for you that you do not speak so of The Wanderer, whom I serve faithfully. For had you done so I am afraid your life would be forfeit, your head struck from your shoulders, and your soul offered to the Gray one for judgement. I serve no wilting southern lord friend Naim Suladec Se Thamir. I am Vindsval called the Half Born, Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of Cold Lord of the barren north, the Gray One, The Wanderer, and I would broach no disrespect. I shall assume you are merely weary from your travels and it was merely a misunderstanding. You certainly could have meant no such disrespect, for are we not both members here of this Noblest of Halls.

He holds the other priests gaze for a few tense moments longer, his grin widens, and he releases his black sleeved arm. He lists his steaming cask.

Shall we then, as friends, drink to one another's health?

Edited April 6, 2016 by Asphalt

[Yzalirk]

She directs her attention out to the rest of the Hall. "Would anyone be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

Goliath seems curious to what she meant but is confident that the fields are a great place to smash things.

"GOLIATH. HELP. GOLIATH. NOT. PREPARED."

[1crabguy]

Stump enters the hall

"Talk of the Fields of Glory, huh. Wouldn't mind bashing some skulls for for a bit of gold."

[KotZ]

Hybros sipped his tea as he eyed the woman knight. "It depends on how much you would offer, heheheh."

"150 gold worth your while?"

[JimBee]

"150 gold worth your while?"

Hybros held the shard up to the light. The blue metal glinted at different angles as he turned it in his hand. "Hm, I think it is worth more than that. I would take 300 for it."

[KotZ]

Hybros held the shard up to the light. The blue metal glinted at different angles as he turned it in his hand. "Hm, I think it is worth more than that. I would take 300 for it."

"200," she replies.

[Waterbrick Down]

"My friends!" Na'im grins and heads over to the table where he spots several of his comrades from previous quests sitting "So good to see you in good health, lady Kiray after our arduous expedition to Speleisa-master Burehalv, it is good to see you are well too-master giant I don't believe we have met. I am Naim Suladec Se Thamir at your service." Naim extends a hand in Vindisvals direction-he does not seem at all fazed by the presence of an enormous giant across the table from him "And a Paladin none the less..." he muses "Let me guess: another one of Ennocs lackeys? For I have yet to meet a cleric in this hall who does not serve the lord of light-no offence master Burehalv." he adds

"None taken Na'im. Though I'd best warn you that..."

The might of this Lord of Light must wax indeed for one to speak thus within such proximity of his place of power. It is fortunate indeed for you that you do not speak so of The Wanderer, whom I serve faithfully. For had you done so I am afraid your life would be forfeit, your head struck from your shoulders, and your soul offered to the Gray one for judgement. I serve no wilting southern lord friend Naim Suladec Se Thamir. I am Vindsval called the Half Born, Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of Cold Lord of the barren north, the Gray One, The Wanderer, and I would broach no disrespect. I shall assume you are merely weary from your travels and it was merely a misunderstanding. You certainly could have meant no such disrespect, for are we not both members here of this Noblest of Halls.

"Now now my new friend, let's not go saying things we'll regret later." Boris grins his fangs showing. "I'm sure your Wanderer, Ennoc, and whomever Na'im here serves can get along just fine and if not then at least we can in their stead and we'll leave such enactments of vengeance and demonstrations of power up to them," the cleric waves his hand circularly in the air.

He holds the other priests gaze for a few tense moments longer, his grin widens, and he releases his black sleeved arm. He lists his steaming cask.

Shall we then, as friends, drink to one another's health?

"As long as we're not striking heads from shoulders." The vampire lifts his glass.

[JimBee]

"200," she replies.

"I have seen these go for 500, 300 is a bargain, Miss...?"

[Zepher]

After a long absence, the newly minted Vindicator saunters into his old stomping grounds. He signs his name under the sign ups for Quest #150 with a mischievous grin and spots an old friend sitting at a table. He taps the imp on the back. "Once you're done bargaining with pretty little thing over pretty little thing, care to let an old friend buy you a drink?"

[JimBee]

After a long absence, the newly minted Vindicator saunters into his old stomping grounds. He signs his name under the sign ups for Quest #148 with a mischievous grin and spots an old friend sitting at a table. He taps the imp on the back. "Once you're done bargaining with pretty little thing over pretty little thing, care to let an old friend buy you a drink?"

Hybros grinned widely. "Boomingham! You must have forgotten that the drinks are free here. Heheh. Yes, we should share some stories over a few drinks. I do not think you would believe all of the places I have gone to recently."

[CMP]

"Now now my new friend, let's not go saying things we'll regret later." Boris grins his fangs showing. "I'm sure your Wanderer, Ennoc, and whomever Na'im here serves can get along just fine and if not then at least we can in their stead and we'll leave such enactments of vengeance and demonstrations of power up to them," the cleric waves his hand circularly in the air.

"I have seen many orcish priests debate before, yet their intensity was nothing compared to this," remarked Miderun, who had returned from the training hall and now pulled up a seat beside Vindsval. "Both you and Na'im are some of the deadliest healers I know of, Vindsval. I would almost wish to see a duel between the two of you but I feel as though people here would raise a storm over it." She turned and nodded to the pale, fanged cleric. She reminded him vividly of that creature she and her allies destroyed in that desert canyon. "Believe me, I have seen both in battle, and there is no undead that could stand before either. Zard caz ev arauz, kanvy-taro caz ev girahk. I am Miderun. Orocand," she elaborated, unsure just how intelligent it was. The last one was out of its mind. "What are you?"

Edited April 6, 2016 by CallMePie

[Palathadric]

"Would you want to gather up a few of us to go to the Fields? I'm itching to to practice against some beasts. While we wait for your next quest of course."

"I must decline the offer, Kiray. I am still waiting for this quest to head on out, as I should not want to miss it. But I wish you the best of God's help for your trip there."

The might of this Lord of Light must wax indeed for one to speak thus within such proximity of his place of power. It is fortunate indeed for you that you do not speak so of The Wanderer, whom I serve faithfully. For had you done so I am afraid your life would be forfeit, your head struck from your shoulders, and your soul offered to the Gray one for judgement. I serve no wilting southern lord friend Naim Suladec Se Thamir. I am Vindsval called the Half Born, Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of Cold Lord of the barren north, the Gray One, The Wanderer, and I would broach no disrespect. I shall assume you are merely weary from your travels and it was merely a misunderstanding. You certainly could have meant no such disrespect, for are we not both members here of this Noblest of Halls.

"I should like to duel with you both and see who is insulting the Lord of Light as freely as you do once we're through. Then you'll wish you hadn't spoken about his weakness. Fortunately for you both, dueling in this hall has long been an unproductive activity, so I will not bother challenging you. Besides, challenging with swords is a pitifully primitive way of settling a dispute regarding the gods. As for the Fenarian's words, the Lord of Light is not my Chief God but He is far more worthy of respect than some."

Edited April 6, 2016 by Palathadric

[samurai-turtle]

She directs her attention out to the rest of the Hall. "Would anyone be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

If you are desperate, I might go with your party, maybe...

"Now now my new friend, let's not go saying things we'll regret later." Boris grins his fangs showing. "I'm sure your Wanderer, Ennoc, and whomever Na'im here serves can get along just fine and if not then at least we can in their stead and we'll leave such enactments of vengeance and demonstrations of power up to them," the cleric waves his hand circularly in the air.

I think it is some "red angel".

[Waterbrick Down]

"I have seen many orcish priests debate before, yet their intensity was nothing compared to this," remarked Miderun, who had returned from the training hall and now pulled up a seat beside Vindsval. "Both you and Na'im are some of the deadliest healers I know of, Vindsval. I would almost wish to see a duel between the two of you but I feel as though people here would raise a storm over it." She turned and nodded to the pale, fanged cleric. She reminded him vividly of that creature she and her allies destroyed in that desert canyon. "Believe me, I have seen both in battle, and there is no undead that could stand before either. Zard caz ev arauz, kanvy-taro caz ev girahk. I am Miderun. Orocand," she elaborated, unsure just how intelligent it was. The last one was out of its mind. "What are you?"

Boris tilted his head quizzically. "But a poor wretch who was in the wrong alley at the wrong time. Those from the north I believe refer to me as a 'Draugr' or the more common term around here a 'vampire'." Edited April 6, 2016 by Waterbrick Down

[KotZ]

"I have seen these go for 500, 300 is a bargain, Miss...?"

"I'll have to say no deal. 300 is by no means a bargain for this."

"I must decline the offer, Kiray. I am still waiting for this quest to head on out, as I should not want to miss it. But I wish you the best of God's help for your trip there."

Kiray gives a small frown. "I understand. Well, hopefully we quest again soon."

If you are desperate, I might go with your party, maybe...

"We'll need a good healer. So there's us two, maybe get two or three more?"

[Rider Raider]

Timothy frowns. Where on earth would those heroes find a healer? Where?

Oh wait. Oh well, I'm not experienced enough.

"That Fenarian be lookin' like a cleric." He says.

Edited April 6, 2016 by Rider Raider

[KotZ]

"I have seen these go for 500, 300 is a bargain, Miss...?"

After mulling it over, Kiray returns to Hybros. "Alright 300. That fair?"