Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[samurai-turtle]

Many thanks, it may be of use.

Hey wait a second weren't you going to give me some Gold for that?

[Rider Raider]

Timothy, seeming bored, turns to the automation. "So, what's your goal in Heroica? Fortune? Fame? Murder? Getting away from people who hate you without reason?"

[Asphalt]

Vindsval Chuckles.

Certainly master Germ, certainly.

He counts out 150 gold coins and hands them to the Thief. Curiously the pouch he usually kept exactly 150 gold coins in was mysteriously absent. That never seems to happen around here.

[Palathadric]

As Germ gets ready to give him, his Shrunken (WP:5), Ruby, Wrench (WP:3) and 187 Gold.

I accept the items quietly from Germ.

These heroes can be thankful I'm honest.

[Yzalirk]

Timothy, seeming bored, turns to the automation. "So, what's your goal in Heroica? Fortune? Fame? Murder? Getting away from people who hate you without reason?"

Some of the words that the Satyr had said seems to have made a strange appeal to Goliath. It got him thinking. He speaks, but it is not his voice,

"Day one, this is Dr. Bazmaeck Kragforged, retired engineer of the Tritech Corporation. Salty bastards turned down my idea to forge a machine who functions with a biological brain. Madness my big behind!" <sigh> "My health is deteriorating faster with each day. This will be my legacy-" <cough> "I have recently acquired the brain of some pirate filth, not sure what the thought process will be of the automaton once it settles within the machine. For now, it is sitting in a jar with some ether-based gel to keep it intact. The hull of this machine will take some time but the basic frame is just about done. Not sure how-"

The recording seems to stop. Goliath speaks in his regular tone again,

"GOLIATH. FINE. MILK. OF. KINDNESS. FORTUNE. MURDER."

Edited April 8, 2016 by Goliath

[samurai-turtle]

Vindsval Chuckles.

Certainly master Germ, certainly.

He counts out 150 gold coins and hands them to the Thief. Curiously the pouch he usually kept exactly 150 gold coins in was mysteriously absent. That never seems to happen around here.

Are sure that your mind just started to wander for a second, and you thought you just handed over the gold. Well thank you for the trade.

He grabs the bag of gold not even counting it.

[Palathadric]

I upgrade Germ's Wrench from WP:3 to WP:5 - 90 Gold

I buy a Pair of Sterile Gloves - 80 Gold

I imbue the Ruby into the Shurikan - 50 Gold

I hand the improved items back to Germ.

[Flipz]

I notice the ex-mage and his dragon wander in.

"Arthur! It has been too long. How have you been? What brought you back?

With a quick glance at Miirym, Arthur makes his way over to the Necromancer. "Hey, Sorrow. Sorry I haven't been in touch for so long, first we were traveling around the world with Gerald Guffington, and then afterwards, well..."

At Arthur's hesitation, Miirym takes over. "<I would firmly advise you not visit our home. It would...not end in your favor.>"

Arthur grudgingly nods his confirmation.

"<As to the why of our return,>" Miirym continues, "<I am seeking information on a pair of Dragons faced by members of this Hall. Vorpalis and Lethauros. I do not suppose you would recall any Heroes who faced them?>" Miirym's nostrils flare as a strange scent catches her attention. "<Actually, if you would excuse me a moment...>" she says, and gingerly begins threading her way past tables in pursuit.

Arthur watches her go with concern, but resists the urge to follow after her. He sighs. "I have to admit, I never thought I'd be back under this roof again. Thought I'd pretty much settled things, but apparently life had other plans." The Dragoon grimaces. "Or at least, the Veterans did. But anyway, how's necromancy been treating you? Anything interesting happen around the Hall?"

[Endgame]

"I realize I am no longer in favor with your family. But politics are politics, and they're all rather rash.

.Vorpalis? That was the dragon who was terrorizing Moone. Destroyed half the damn place. As for heroes... No.

Been treating me fine. The combat capabilities, I don't really care about. But I've talked to some people that I've lost, and it was worth it.Interesting? I've only just got back, and none of the new quests interest me."

A young farm boy approaches.

"Uh, h-hi. I'm Terry. And, uh, if y'all looking for dragons, a quest just set out for some type o' god dragon, or the Father of Dragons or some stuff like that... Immortalis, I think? Uh, either way... The first dragon, the very first, if I believe what I've been told."

"Never seen you around here, boy... New?"

"Y-yes. Well, kinda. Two quests."

Edited April 8, 2016 by Endgame

[Rider Raider]

Some of the words that the Satyr had said seems to have made a strange appeal to Goliath. It got him thinking. He speaks, but it is not his voice,

"Day one, this is Dr. Bazmaeck Kragforged, retired engineer of the Tritech Corporation. Salty bastards turned down my idea to forge a machine who functions with a biological brain. Madness my big behind!" <sigh> "My health is deteriorating faster with each day. This will be my legacy-" <cough> "I have recently acquired the brain of some pirate filth, not sure what the thought process will be of the automaton once it settles within the machine. For now, it is sitting in a jar with some ether-based gel to keep it intact. The hull of this machine will take some time but the basic frame is just about done. Not sure how-"

The recording seems to stop. Goliath speaks in his regular tone again,

"GOLIATH. FINE. MILK. OF. KINDNESS. FORTUNE. MURDER."

"Well, Goliath, I came for fortune and getting away from those who hate you. Those blasted bugbears are NOT all cute and cuddly. They kidnapped my lovely Norsewoman wife." Timothy pauses for a moment. Well, nice meeting you. If I find the 'milk of kindness', I will give it to you. Good day to you sir."

[samurai-turtle]

I hand the improved items back to Germ.

After reclaiming his "new" items, he goes to try them out. While testing out his "new" Shrunken out. Three plums of fire erupted from the Shrunken seeing this he said:

That looks like wheel of fire...That is a good name for it. The "Fire Wheel"(WP:5; Fire/Ruby; Throwing Weapon).

[Enceladus]

"Forgive me if I'm not feeling very much like a hero after Spesiala," retorted Miderun. "The stronger my sword arm is, the better to serve my needs. I am surprised more people are not signing up, a lot of you could use the training. Very stringy." She and nods at Na'im, still polishing the bulky set of armor on the table. "Besides. Fighting is more calming than dealing with sar-cand ever could be."

Naim smiles thoughtfully "Yes, talking at length to my kin, or the Star Elves for that matter is enough to drive anyone up the wall…and at least you will only be swinging your blade at beasts in the fields, I suppose-not humaniod targets." he finishes absentmindedly

[KotZ]

Naim smiles thoughtfully "Yes, talking at length to my kin, or the Star Elves for that matter is enough to drive anyone up the wall…and at least you will only be swinging your blade at beasts in the fields, I suppose-not humaniod targets." he finishes absentmindedly

"Sometimes humanoids are the most monstrous," Kiray jumps in.

[Flipz]

"I realize I am no longer in favor with your family. But politics are politics, and they're all rather rash.

Vorpalis? That was the dragon who was terrorizing Moone. Destroyed half the damn place. As for heroes... No.

Been treating me fine. The combat capabilities, I don't really care about. But I've talked to some people that I've lost, and it was worth it.Interesting? I've only just got back, and none of the new quests interest me."

A young farm boy approaches.

"Uh, h-hi. I'm Terry. And, uh, if y'all looking for dragons, a quest just set out for some type o' god dragon, or the Father of Dragons or some stuff like that... Immortalis, I think? Uh, either way... The first dragon, the very first, if I believe what I've been told."

"Never seen you around here, boy... New?"

"Y-yes. Well, kinda. Two quests."

"I think you're underestimating how bad your timing was. The mansion gets attacked by a Guild-grown Triffid, and later that same day you jump ship? Not that I blame you for not wanting to side with Sungold, but you have to see how bad it looks for an undead necromancer, one who's one of the family's closest friends, to suddenly side with the Guild so soon after that incident." Arthur shrugs. "If it makes you feel any better, Noel doesn't blame you--Hel, he'd probably ask you to move in, mood he's in. Kid's gotten a hankering for power and an even bigger rebellious streak ever since Sungold shot down his application for Kingship. Mom's still grateful for you saving Noel, too, but you know. Appearances." The ex-Mage shrugs helplessly.

"So, a new Mage, eh? Swear they get smaller every year... Hmm...Immortalis? Strange name. Not the Dragon we're looking for, but thanks for the tip. Out of curiosity, do you know who went on that Quest?"

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Edited April 9, 2016 by Flipz

[samurai-turtle]

"Sometimes humanoids are the most monstrous," Kiray jumps in.

Is that why "darkness" hurts them so well?

I would think it is the "light" would do more damage to them.

[Endgame]

"Good to see Noel is still doing okay. Feel free to smack some sense into him on my behalf if he gets too rebellious."

"Uhh... Karie, Jinnipher, Lind, Thormanil, and Siercon, I think? Most of them fought Vorpalis... I think there's some connection between the two dragons, if their opinion on this new guy was any indication..."

Edited April 9, 2016 by Endgame

[Flipz]

"Good to see Noel is still doing okay. Feel free to smack some sense into him on my behalf if he gets too rebellious."

"Uhh... Karie, Jinnipher, Lind, Thormanil, and Siercon, I think? Most of them fought Vorpalis... I think there's some connection between the two dragons, if their opinion on this new guy was any indication..."

"Ha! Easier said than done. He's grown up so fast, if it weren't for Miirym and my helmet he'd probably be smacking me around. Hard to believe he's already seventeen...he'll be getting his hat any day now. Hopefully Mom will wait for me to be around when it happens. Speaking of Mom, I'd better write her a Z-Mail and let her know what's happening..." The Dragoon pulls out a sheet of pink parchment and a quill and starts writing.

It's all Arthur can do to suppress a groan at the mention of Lind. "Well...I guess four out of five isn't bad. And glad to hear Thormanil and Arx are still active, if Miirym's going to be a Hero it'll be good for her to spend some time around the two of them."

Arthur finishes his letter with a flourish and murmurs the standard "I've got Z-Mail." Less than a minute later, a sealed pink envelope appears...

"...Well...looks like that news went over well..."

[Endgame]

"What I wonder is... Why chase leads on this Vorpalis? You... You do know he got killed, right?"

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall plodded back into the hall, pausing a moment at the Quest Board to sign up for Quest 150. The ogre grabbed his usual tankard at the bar and proceeded to have a seat next to Arthur. "Lad seems like it's been an age, though ya had left these hallowed halls for good."

[Zepher]

The young orc looked up at the aged ex-king. "I am Miderun. You are signing up for the quest going there, I suppose." She sized up Boomingham as though evaluating his suitability to assist the orcs of her homeland. "I hail from Baltarok myself, actually. It seems there are a lot of city orcs here....which is a shame. Baltarok is a land of old glories and-" her mouth briefly twitched into a smirk, but she didn't stop. "-harsh truths. Life is demanding and difficult, but unlike in this ..." Miderun paused, struggling to describe Eubric, in short, with a somewhat limited Common vocabulary. "....mess, the weak are not allowed to wither and die. They become stronger. They are forged into warriors. Greed and deceit are not......it simply does not exist there and I don't know why the rest of the world is infested with it. And I understand why Eubric is the home of heroes, because if it did not have them, it would destroy itself."

"There is dirt and empty wastes and always you can hear the constant clash of blades somewhere. Everyone knows and respects one another but there is no end to the challenges faced each day, at least where I lived. The desert will kill you, as will the mountains, and the creatures living there. Yet there is honesty in all these things. You will not wonder if your pocket is about to be picked, or if the thug you passed will stab you in the back, or if you must keep your hand on your blade when you walk through an alley. Baltarok will kill you, but it will not betray you."

Miderun took a long draught from her mug of grog, and frowned slightly.

"And when you leave to find other lands, you will wish all the world was like it."

"I was just home recently too." Boomingham chuckles and then his face grows dark. "I was there for some of your old glories. I think I saw some boys fall to your swords." He exhales heavily and pats his forehead with his kerchief. "You'll have to forgive me. I served during the Orcish Invasion. It's tough for me to see an Orc with a weapon and not grow worried. But I'm told that was years ago, even though it feels rather recent to me." He grabs hold on Miderun's grog absentmindedly and takes a swig, coughing at the taste. "But it sounds like a good place. The Orcs were always... strong. At least I can give them that. And never cowardly, which isn't something I can say for everyone I served alongside. Figured I owe it to my fallen brothers as well as my fallen enemies, that I go give it a look."

[Flipz]

"What I wonder is... Why chase leads on this Vorpalis? You... You do know he got killed, right?"

"I'm...aware, yes. Acutely so, actually. His...name...came up while Miirym and I were in Etheria, along with that of Lethauros. So Miirym's following it up on that now. I'd say more, but I'm not sure it's my place to--"

Skrall plodded back into the hall, pausing a moment at the Quest Board to sign up for Quest 150. The ogre grabbed his usual tankard at the bar and proceeded to have a seat next to Arthur. "Lad seems like it's been an age, though ya had left these hallowed halls for good."

"Skrall, good to see you again! How long has it been, since Xu I'd wager? As it turns out, Miirym and I needed to come back here to investigate--"

Nearby, Miirym closes in on her quarry, a scent she'd smelled somewhat soon before, intermingled with one she'd known a long time past. For a while she is distracted by a similar smell, emanating from the Dwarf Throlar, but she soon sees nothing upon him that would serve as its source, then senses the scent is not quite the same and continues on. At last she reaches its source: the Ogre Skrall, who conveniently enough has just settled down next to Arthur. She stares for a moment at the Hunter with beady eyes, before carefully framing her speech. "<Hello, Skrall. It has been some time since our paths last crossed. Might I ask you about that talisman you currently wear?>"

[CMP]

"I was just home recently too." Boomingham chuckles and then his face grows dark. "I was there for some of your old glories. I think I saw some boys fall to your swords." He exhales heavily and pats his forehead with his kerchief. "You'll have to forgive me. I served during the Orcish Invasion. It's tough for me to see an Orc with a weapon and not grow worried. But I'm told that was years ago, even though it feels rather recent to me." He grabs hold on Miderun's grog absentmindedly and takes a swig, coughing at the taste. "But it sounds like a good place. The Orcs were always... strong. At least I can give them that. And never cowardly, which isn't something I can say for everyone I served alongside. Figured I owe it to my fallen brothers as well as my fallen enemies, that I go give it a look."

Miderun stared.

"That was over two hundred years ago. Are you an elf? You don't look like it."

"In either case, you will not no doubt command more respect than most for having fought in our Invasion. You look like a skilled general, not like those fat, slaving kings. They will like that." She blinked as Boomingham sipped her drink, but was evidently too wrapped up in talking about Baltarok to care too much. "...normally, at least. On the day of this quest, perhaps not as much. But then I don't know what this new approach is. Zardalvohl is a day of mourning for Tarokai. Outsiders are usually excluded. Few would want to take part anyway. But I guess if Ilait wants you there this is important."

"Mostly I think you will fit in better than most. Anyone forged in war is respected, Keldrtirn."

Edited April 9, 2016 by CallMePie

[CMP]

Sign-Ups for

Timothy Evergreen, Level 1 Cleric (Rider Raider)

The Demon Germ, Level 12 Rogue (samuraiturtle)

Goliath, Level 1 Barbarian (Goliath)

Throlar Wineghlim, Level 16 Warden (Lord Duvors)

Lord Lawrence Boomingham, Level 36.25 Vindicator (Zepher)

Skrall, Level 43.4 Hunter (Waterbrick Down)

Edited April 9, 2016 by CallMePie

[Palathadric]

Seeing Arthur and his dragon enter the hall, I approach them from behind and place my hand on his shoulder, hoping not to frighten the dragon.

"Glad to see you in the hall again, Arthur. I thought I heard something about you not being a hero anymore. Where have your latest quests taken you?"

[Zepher]

Miderun stared.

"That was over two hundred years ago. Are you an elf? You don't look like it."

"In either case, you will not no doubt command more respect than most for having fought in our Invasion. You look like a skilled general, not like those fat, slaving kings. They will like that." She blinked as Boomingham sipped her drink, but was evidently too wrapped up in talking about Baltarok to care too much. "...normally, at least. On the day of this quest, perhaps not as much. But then I don't know what this new approach is. Zardalvohl is a day of mourning for Tarokai. Outsiders are usually excluded. Few would want to take part anyway. But I guess if Ilait wants you there this is important."

"Mostly I think you will fit in better than most. Anyone forged in war is respected, Keldrtirn."

"Not an elf. There were some complications during a battle that led to me not being there anymore and here instead. It's a long and tired story." He chuckles as he takes another sip of grog and sputters as he tries to swallow. He scrutinizes the drink. "What is this stuff? Where the Hel is that bar keep? Oh Sherry! Your old goat is home! Could I get some mead?" He passes the grog back to Miderun. "The more I learn about the Orcs the more they sound like my type of person. Too bad we were fighting on different sides of things. Too bad too, that they execute outsiders. Seems like some old habits die hard."

He shakes his head. "But you're not going back?" He stares at her wares, scattered across the table. "Where'd you just get back from? Somewhere far?" He inspects the Vest of Faded Trials. "Good build, whatever it is."