Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Asphalt]

Vindsval stands quietly as the divine tension in the room begins to dissipate. He notices Kiray purchasing a Mythril Shard from another member of the hall.

Mistriss, Kiray wasn't it? I am also in possession of a Myrthil shard. I believe you need to combine a number of them to create a whole, if you would be interested in continuing to finish your set.

[Duvors]

"I am."

"Good, I notice you have a set of Armor of the Dark Arts for sale, I was wondering what might be an acceptable price, would 60 gold be too low a price?"

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."

There were few things in this world that could faze Throlar. Unfortunately, being shouted at by a massive automaton was one of them, he reacted accordingly.

"Aaaahhhhhhaaaaaaggghhhhh! What in Orrick's name are you!"

[KotZ]

Vindsval stands quietly as the divine tension in the room begins to dissipate. He notices Kiray purchasing a Mythril Shard from another member of the hall.

Mistriss, Kiray wasn't it? I am also in possession of a Myrthil shard. I believe you need to combine a number of them to create a whole, if you would be interested in continuing to finish your set.

"Vindsval, if I'm correct?" she verifies. "How many do I need to make a whole? On an unrelated note, I see you're a paladin. Germ and I may make a run at the Fields and we need a strong, epxerience healer. Any interest?"

[Asphalt]

I am indeed, One must obtain 4 shards to create a complete Mythril whole.

[KotZ]

I am indeed, One must obtain 4 shards to create a complete Mythril whole.

"Oof, nevermind then. I could still find a whole one cheaper than trying to get a collection of four."

[JimBee]

"Oof, nevermind then. I could still find a whole one cheaper than trying to get a collection of four."

Hybros held out the shard. "So do you want it or not?"

[KotZ]

"Keep it. Sorry for this mess."

[JimBee]

"Suit yourself, heheh. You would find it difficult to buy a whole ore just anywhere... Kiray?" He heard the name from the giant standing behind him, a presence that he was uncomfortably aware of. His wings twitched.

[KotZ]

"Suit yourself, heheh. You would find it difficult to buy a whole ore just anywhere... Kiray?" He heard the name from the giant standing behind him, a presence that he was uncomfortably aware of. His wings twitched.

"I know a few places. Say, would you be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

[JimBee]

"I know a few places. Say, would you be interested in making a trip to the Fields?"

Hybros eyed the woman suspiciously. "A few places, hm? You have not even introduced yourself or asked my name. How do you know that someone as small as myself would do you any good in battle? Heheh. I am awaiting the sign-ups to close for this quest to Goetia."

[KotZ]

Hybros eyed the woman suspiciously. "A few places, hm? You have not even introduced yourself or asked my name. How do you know that someone as small as myself would do you any good in battle? Heheh. I am awaiting the sign-ups to close for this quest to Goetia."

"I've heard your name thrown around the Hall and on quests before looking through the archives."

[Yzalirk]

There were few things in this world that could faze Throlar. Unfortunately, being shouted at by a massive automaton was one of them, he reacted accordingly.

"Aaaahhhhhhaaaaaaggghhhhh! What in Orrick's name are you!"

Goliath slowly approaches the dwarf and gently picks him up so he could speak to him, face to face,

"GOLIATH. AUTOMATON. MASTER. IS. DWARF. LOOK. LIKE. MASTER."

[Palathadric]

"Good, I notice you have a set of Armor of the Dark Arts for sale, I was wondering what might be an acceptable price, would 60 gold be too low a price?"

I stare down at the dwarf. "No offense, but I have to beg that you are mistaken and meant 600 gold. The Armour of the Dark Arts is one of the strongest defensive artifacts on the market, actually, it is isn't even on the market. Fabian would probably buy it for 400 gold plus and I would hope to sell it for considerably more than that or it would have been sold already."

I pause, thoughtfully reflecting.

"If, however, you or anyone else have any business you'd like done at the marketplace, I can get you 85% discount on all items therein. I like to help out where I can."

Edited April 6, 2016 by Palathadric

[Endgame]

I wearily kick my feet up on a vacant chair. The hall was quite invigorated. An automaton whirrs, Vindsval wheels and deals, the holy man does his business... It seemed like a new influx of heroes was coming in Not anyone I recognized.

I cradle my wounded ribcage with one hand. It wasn't going to heal...

[Rider Raider]

Timothy sips his mead, bored.

Edited April 7, 2016 by Rider Raider

[Enceladus]

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?

Na'im winces as Vinsidvals enormous hand encircles his entire forearm "Indeed!" He replies a it too loudly "To good health!" he raises his glass and drinks deeply with Vindisval so not to appear rude, but ends up coughing after taking too big a mouthful

Na'im dabs around his mouth with a spotless hankercheif that we produces from inside his cloak "I do apologise for the misunderstanding master Vindisval, but the Wanderer...it is a most curious title for a deity to acheive, if I may say so myself-one would think that a deity should be constant and unwavering for his followers no? Why is this Wanderer of yours called such?"

"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.

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

Na'im smiles gratefully at Boris for getting him out of a potentially sticky situation with the Zelaous paladin

"Heard anytihng else from the Crescent union old friend?" he enquires "It seems a while since the elections took place."

[Asphalt]

A wanderer travels far, seen much, and knows many. He is storyteller, news bringing, hope restorer, he is warrior, death, and healer. To The Wanderer, no place is far, no thing unseen, no person unknown. All paths have been set before him, and all destinations known. What then could be a greater title to aspire to than wanderer, and what could be more constant than The Path.

Be careful Naim, it would not do well to drink to health, only to drown oneself in the attempt. All is steps behind.

You should less than favor with the god of this city and is followers, what path then, do you walk?

[JimBee]

"I've heard your name thrown around the Hall and on quests before looking through the archives."

"I see." Hybros points to Kiray's bag, from which a vial of green fluid was sticking out. "I could not help but notice you have an Everlasting Venom there. Perhaps if the gold is too much for the Mythril, you would be willing to make a trade? Heheh."

[Zepher]

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."

"Haven't forgotten. Hoped that you had and you'd think I was being generous." Boomingham grinned.

"I see." Hybros points to Kiray's bag, from which a vial of green fluid was sticking out. "I could not help but notice you have an Everlasting Venom there. Perhaps if the gold is too much for the Mythril, you would be willing to make a trade? Heheh."

"Don't let him have it. I'll outbid him for it easily," says Boomingham with a wink. "Lord Lawrence Boomingham," he says, offering his hand.

OoC: Callmepie, please note that I have changed my sign up from 148 to 150, since that's the one I meant to sign up for!

[KotZ]

"Don't let him have it. I'll outbid him for it easily," says Boomingham with a wink. "Lord Lawrence Boomingham," he says, offering his hand.

"Well good thing I don't intend to sell it," she replies. She accepts the outstretched hand. "Kiray Nastayo. Never expected to meet a lord working for Heroica. Here I thought most of us were wanderers or vagrants or something else."

[Palathadric]

"Believe me, I've already tried and failed to prize that venom away from her, and if I don't know how to negotiate a deal, then I am no artisan."

[Duvors]

Goliath slowly approaches the dwarf and gently picks him up so he could speak to him, face to face,

"GOLIATH. AUTOMATON. MASTER. IS. DWARF. LOOK. LIKE. MASTER."

"Ah, right, I see. Can you please put me down now?"

A thought came to him suddenly.

"You would't have come from Fellcrest would you? It's just that I know someone there who's missing an automaton."

I stare down at the dwarf. "No offense, but I have to beg that you are mistaken and meant 600 gold. The Armour of the Dark Arts is one of the strongest defensive artifacts on the market, actually, it is isn't even on the market. Fabian would probably buy it for 400 gold plus and I would hope to sell it for considerably more than that or it would have been sold already."

I pause, thoughtfully reflecting.

"If, however, you or anyone else have any business you'd like done at the marketplace, I can get you 85% discount on all items therein. I like to help out where I can."

"I see, well, thank you for your offer, I will definitely be taking advantage of it."

[Rider Raider]

"If, however, you or anyone else have any business you'd like done at the marketplace, I can get you 85% discount on all items therein. I like to help out where I can."

Timothy sets down his mead and walks to the Monk. "I would love to take your offer, Artisan. I would like a mead and a mulled wine for 10 gold." Edited April 7, 2016 by Rider Raider

[CMP]

"On an unrelated note, I see you're a paladin. Germ and I may make a run at the Fields and we need a strong, epxerience healer. Any interest?"

"I like to think dead foes is a a kind of health in itself," interjected Miderun from across the table nearby, who had taken a few odds and ends from her pack, including the enormous, plated Vest of Faded Trials. "I would join you, if you are looking for more blades. Only by getting stronger can I hope to achieve my goals."

[Yzalirk]

"Ah, right, I see. Can you please put me down now?"

A thought came to him suddenly.

"You would't have come from Fellcrest would you? It's just that I know someone there who's missing an automaton."

Goliath gently places the dwarf down,

"SORRY."

He then begins to wonder where Fellcrest is. He had never been outside the confines of his masters' workshop until now,

"GOLIATH. NOT. KNOW. GOLIATH. SAY NO."