Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[CMP]

"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."

Miderun snorts in bemusement as Boomingham struggles with the grog. "And this is not even real orcish drink. We don't even really consider this alcohol. Not like all the fruity wines here. Not that I dislike those. Executed? We do not take prisoners so executions are extremely rare. Only one that I can recall recently. And he deserved it, of course."

"No. It would take...a lot to bring me back. I want to, more than anything, but there is much more that needs fixing out here, and I...simply shouldn't return for a while. I do hope you and whoever else goes are successful. You'd better be," she added, giving the old man a rather bizarre look that came across as half-hopeful, half-death glare.

"My allies and I returned from a very lengthy quest in Spesiala, and Fenario too. Lands full of gourm, sarl myrcand...two breeds of elf that refused to get along. I cannot believe that Baltarok and the High Kingdoms have made peace and those power drunk zangruiuko would not. This armor is from one of their leaders. That fight took far longer that it should've..."

[Waterbrick Down]

"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, 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?>"

The ogre stares long at the dragon before nodding his head in respect.

"That it has young one, ya have grown much since our last meetin', It gladdens me to see master Regulus is lookin' after you... or perhaps 'tis the other way 'round." Skrall smiled before pulling out the talisman. "This is reminder of the complexity of our world, a final bauble from a complex individual named Vorpalis."

Edited April 9, 2016 by Waterbrick Down

[JimBee]

Hybros sat watching the conversations. It seemed the people he was talking to had forgotten him in the hustle and bustle of the Hall, which was just fine by him. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

[CMP]

Hybros sat watching the conversations. It seemed the people he was talking to had forgotten him in the hustle and bustle of the Hall, which was just fine by him. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The ragged heap of blackness that was slumped in the barstool just behind Hybros shifted as the imp sat back and bumped it with his wings, a hoarse grumble following as it, too, straightened up in its seat. Atramor looked like he hadn't moved in four months. The disheveled, newly-wakened rogue mopped up whatever was stuck to his face with his hat, before slamming it back on the counter. He rolled one shoulder uncomfortably while reaching for the nearest bottle.

"Hybros, mate, good to see ya' again, but mind those new flappers, I was havin' a good bit of a snooze there."

Edited April 9, 2016 by CallMePie

[JimBee]

The ragged heap of blackness that was slumped in the barstool just behind Hybros shifted as the imp sat back and bumped it with his wings, a hoarse grumble following as it, too, straightened up in its seat. Atramor looked like he hadn't moved in four months. The disheveled, newly-wakened rogue mopped up whatever was stuck to his face with his hat, before slamming it back on the counter. He rolled one shoulder uncomfortably while reaching for the nearest bottle.

"Hybros, mate, good to see ya' again, but mind those new flappers, I was havin' a good bit of a snooze there."

Hybros whipped around as he felt the movement, but grinned when he saw what/who it was. "Atramor, I think you have seen better days, heheh." He grabbed the bottle from Atramor's hand and took a whiff. Crunching up his nose at the scent he put the bottle down away from the ex-pirate. "When is the last time you got out of this Hall?"

[CMP]

Hybros whipped around as he felt the movement, but grinned when he saw what/who it was. "Atramor, I think you have seen better days, heheh." He grabbed the bottle from Atramor's hand and took a whiff. Crunching up his nose at the scent he put the bottle down away from the ex-pirate. "When is the last time you got out of this Hall?"

Atramor lifted the bottle to his lips reflexively before realizing he was in fact no longer holding it. He frowned and scratched his chin instead.

"Not like I've been just sitting here...wanderin' 'round the docks counts as bein' outta this Hall, aye? I mean...I think I did that....might've been a bit of a dream....would explain why the ships were flyin'."

"Hell, mate. I was crawlin' through a dwarven mine for months, I'm still tryin' to soak up enough sun to make up for it." He glanced around as if to prove there was actually a window nearby. He looked down at the marauding imp again, and leaned back against the bar, tilting his hat towards the nearby questboard. "Fine, fine. Really I was just waitin' for this. Sham's job. Goetia...that your name on there too?" He rubbed one eye, squinting to make out Hybros' sign-up. When he confirmed it was in fact on there, he lowered his voice a bit as though they were being eavesdropped on. "Ya' know what you're in for with this quest, mate? Demons. Hordes of 'em. Swear it on my life. Some bastard in a hell of a hat - aye, even greater than mine - went down there, with a damn demon book, and opened this 'portal' they're talkin' about. Bet he's callin' up an archdemon right now. Just you watch, mate. Seen it in Azzurat. Heard it from the Oracle. There's no gettin' away from 'em."

[Asphalt]

Vindsval looks around the hall at all the recent activities. He can't help but catch the names that are being batted around. Some of the greatest heroes to grace the hall are all here at once. It is a rather impressive sight. He catches sight over another large one like himself. A distant cousin of his Father's People. He walks over to Skrall, and extends his original hand.

Greetings Brownskin, I am Vindsval called the Half-Born by our people.

Edited April 9, 2016 by Asphalt

[JimBee]

Atramor lifted the bottle to his lips reflexively before realizing he was in fact no longer holding it. He frowned and scratched his chin instead.

"Not like I've been just sitting here...wanderin' 'round the docks counts as bein' outta this Hall, aye? I mean...I think I did that....might've been a bit of a dream....would explain why the ships were flyin'."

"Hell, mate. I was crawlin' through a dwarven mine for months, I'm still tryin' to soak up enough sun to make up for it." He glanced around as if to prove there was actually a window nearby. He looked down at the marauding imp again, and leaned back against the bar, tilting his hat towards the nearby questboard. "Fine, fine. Really I was just waitin' for this. Sham's job. Goetia...that your name on there too?" He rubbed one eye, squinting to make out Hybros' sign-up. When he confirmed it was in fact on there, he lowered his voice a bit as though they were being eavesdropped on. "Ya' know what you're in for with this quest, mate? Demons. Hordes of 'em. Swear it on my life. Some bastard in a hell of a hat - aye, even greater than mine - went down there, with a damn demon book, and opened this 'portal' they're talkin' about. Bet he's callin' up an archdemon right now. Just you watch, mate. Seen it in Azzurat. Heard it from the Oracle. There's no gettin' away from 'em."

Hybros frowned. "You must mean the Pandemonicon. I am familiar with this book, in more ways than one. I know its power, and it can corrupt anyone. That's why Byblos has it locked up... eheh..." He coughed forcefully. "Erm, anyway, yes I have fought an archdemon here in Eubric. Where do you think you got that Pheles Rod from? Azzurat, hm? They are popping up everywhere."

Zoot's Reaper buzzed in its sheath. "Ah, I see you have sharpened the weapon into something else. I am sure Mephisto did not appreciate that, heheh. And your chicken, wh-" His eyes went wide, stopping mid-sentence. He examined Atramor cautiously. After a few moments of awkward silence he leaned in towards the Rogue Thief despite his stench. The imp's eyes were filled with concern and fear. "Atramor, where is your chicken?"

[CMP]

Hybros frowned. "You must mean the Pandemonicon. I am familiar with this book, in more ways than one. I know its power, and it can corrupt anyone. That's why Byblos has it locked up... eheh..." He coughed forcefully. "Erm, anyway, yes I have fought an archdemon here in Eubric. Where do you think you got that Pheles Rod from? Azzurat, hm? They are popping up everywhere."

Zoot's Reaper buzzed in its sheath. "Ah, I see you have sharpened the weapon into something else. I am sure Mephisto did not appreciate that, heheh. And your chicken, wh-" His eyes went wide, stopping mid-sentence. He examined Atramor cautiously. After a few moments of awkward silence he leaned in towards the Rogue Thief despite his stench. The imp's eyes were filled with concern and fear. "Atramor, where is your chicken?"

"Gone. Ran off after a long bout in the Fields. She seemed to think it was final. Sure as hell hope so. Yaknow, I never did question just how an ordinary chicken could live so long when I was younger. In either case, I've got a much more useful....where'd he get off to..." Atramor looked around and spotted Twitzle the canary nesting in a rafter. "Oh. Well, there ya' go." He raised an eyebrow at Hybros' deep concern. "Ya' seem awfully anxious about just one demon. But I guess they can mess ya' up." The rogue thief fell into thoughtful silence briefly before glancing out the window, his hand brushing the humming hilt of the Pheles Kris.

"Aye, that's the book I mean. Went out to Azzurat with Byblos. Sand Queen's husband had a copy of his own, and sunk his kingdom in a desert full of demons. I damn near killed the ape when the book took him, but he...'mastered' it and banished one of the archdemons for good, seems like. Naamah. Fought Airman, too, plus whatever was left of Mephisto's soul a few years back. One of 'em, nothin' that fits." He pulled a volume from some kind of demonology study out of his coat, laying it on the table. A few scattered bookmarks were poking out of it. Atramor ran one finger through them. "'Sloth', I think. Laziness. Boredom. Unless he's been hangin' around me lately, can't really guess where he is. Few people seem to think it's off buried underground or at the bottom of the ocean."

He looked plenty more driven than he had a few minutes ago. "That's four. There's also one floatin' 'round Eubric. Another in Dastan. Looks like other heroes bumped into 'em. Dunno why the Veterans don't just round us up and send us after 'em. And, ah...also...." Atramor reached for the book again, then decided otherwise, looking Hybros in the eye. "...Ya' remember our first job? In that damn Shadeaux warehouse, with Boomin'ham? There was a bottle. Of somethin'. Been pokin' 'round a bit. I think that might've been one of 'em too. Abraxas. Friend of mine used to yammer on 'bout him all the time. If it was him, then, well. It's a damn thing good thing we're gettin' out there to clean all this mess up."

Edited April 9, 2016 by CallMePie

[JimBee]

"Gone. Ran off after a long bout in the Fields. She seemed to think it was final. Sure as hell hope so. Yaknow, I never did question just how an ordinary chicken could live so long when I was younger. In either case, I've got a much more useful....where'd he get off to..." Atramor looked around and spotted Twitzle the canary nesting in a rafter. "Oh. Well, there ya' go." He raised an eyebrow at Hybros' deep concern. "Ya' seem awfully anxious about just one demon. But I guess they can mess ya' up." The rogue thief fell into thoughtful silence briefly before glancing out the window, his hand brushing the humming hilt of the Pheles Kris.

Hybros gave his old ally one more long look before exhaling and deciding he was trustworthy. "Which demon? You must mean your chicken. Then you knew." His wings twitched with anxiety. "There is something terrible stirring. I mean, there always is in this job, but I mean... I saw it. I have never seen anything like it. A demon, with a very powerful undead army at its disposal. And your chicken, I think it is working with the demon. If you ever see it again, kill it."

He sighed, and peered at the book Atramor was examining.

"Aye, that's the book I mean. Went out to Azzurat with Byblos. Sand Queen's husband had a copy of his own, and sunk his kingdom in a desert full of demons. I damn near killed the ape when the book took him, but he...'mastered' it and banished one of the archdemons for good, seems like. Naamah. Fought Airman, too, plus whatever was left of Mephisto's soul a few years back. One of 'em, nothin' that fits." He pulled a volume from some kind of demonology study out of his coat, laying it on the table. A few scattered bookmarks were poking out of it. Atramor ran one finger through them. "'Sloth', I think. Laziness. Boredom. Unless he's been hangin' around me lately, can't really guess where he is. Few people seem to think it's off buried underground or at the bottom of the ocean."

He looked plenty more driven than he had a few minutes ago. "That's four. There's also one floatin' 'round Eubric. Another in Dastan. Looks like other heroes bumped into 'em. Dunno why the Veterans don't just round us up and send us after 'em. And, ah...also...." Atramor reached for the book again, then decided otherwise, looking Hybros in the eye. "...Ya' remember our first job? In that damn Shadeaux warehouse, with Boomin'ham? There was a bottle. Of somethin'. Been pokin' 'round a bit. I think that might've been one of 'em too. Abraxas. Friend of mine used to yammer on 'bout him all the time. If it was him, then, well. It's a damn thing good thing we're gettin' out there to clean all this mess up."

Hybros raised an eyebrow. "You must have learned a lot in Azzurat. In the old Temple of Zoot below this city, where we fought Mephisto, there were three seals for archdemons. The last time I was down there... they were all broken. Mephisto the Gluttonous, Abraxas the Proud, Marilith the Vengeful. I think the Ziegfrieds were the ones who got caught up in everything. Along with Mephisto we had to fight an undead army led by some Ziegfried ancestor." Hybros scratched his head. "Maybe we will find a Ziegfried there, although Zed is dead. Marilith must be the one in Dastan, though I was just there and did not hear any word of it. She must have been defeated, for the time being. These archdemons can never really be destroyed I have found. They fly between this world and the void freely, and probably many other realms. And they are everywhere. Mephisto, a little part of him is in that dagger. And I saw another part of him in the Font. Erm, I think that is where people go when they die."

Hybros sighed again and rubbed his temple. "That leaves Abraxas and this sloth character. Perhaps Byblos will know more about them, but I know that we will be in for a dangerous mission, if we are seen fit to complete it."

He slid the bottle back down to Atramor. "We had better rest up while we can."

[samurai-turtle]

Curious Germ takes a seat near the "Imp" & his friend. As he is drinking his drink he spots the "Zoot Item", part of him wanted to check the thing out, but better judgment won out.

Upon hearing about the other demons he inject:The Demon in Dastan is called Rosier. They call me "The Demon Germ" by the way.

[JimBee]

Curious Germ takes a seat near the "Imp" & his friend. As he is drinking his drink he spots the "Zoot Item", part of him wanted to check the thing out, but better judgment won out.

Upon hearing about the other demons he inject:The Demon in Dastan is called Rosier. They call me "The Demon Germ" by the way.

Hybros raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "Rosier, hm? Perhaps these archdemons go by many names. Tell me what you know about it. And I do not suppose you have that name because you are from the Void? I am familiar with names people give those who resemble creatures of Zoot."

[samurai-turtle]

Hybros raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "Rosier, hm? Perhaps these archdemons go by many names. Tell me what you know about it. And I do not suppose you have that name because you are from the Void? I am familiar with names people give those who resemble creatures of Zoot."

I think there are 7 of them, arch- demons. From what I know of her (I think it is a her, all I seen was some vines), is she some sort of "pervert". And she likes to make "zombies" too, from what I seen.

And, no I am not from the "void". If I was ever there it was a very long time ago, hell it might have even another name to what I am use to calling it.

Edited April 9, 2016 by samuraiturtle

[Zepher]

Miderun snorts in bemusement as Boomingham struggles with the grog. "And this is not even real orcish drink. We don't even really consider this alcohol. Not like all the fruity wines here. Not that I dislike those. Executed? We do not take prisoners so executions are extremely rare. Only one that I can recall recently. And he deserved it, of course."

"No. It would take...a lot to bring me back. I want to, more than anything, but there is much more that needs fixing out here, and I...simply shouldn't return for a while. I do hope you and whoever else goes are successful. You'd better be," she added, giving the old man a rather bizarre look that came across as half-hopeful, half-death glare.

"My allies and I returned from a very lengthy quest in Spesiala, and Fenario too. Lands full of gourm, sarl myrcand...two breeds of elf that refused to get along. I cannot believe that Baltarok and the High Kingdoms have made peace and those power drunk zangruiuko would not. This armor is from one of their leaders. That fight took far longer that it should've..."

"I used to be opposed to fruity sweet drinks myself, but a friend of mine turned me on to one... just one." He smiles as he continues to assess the armor. "I've had a few run ins with elves. Haughty and stubborn... and that's talking about the one I consider a friend. Doesn't surprise me that can't manage to make peace even with their own kind."

"This armor isn't half bad though. You looking to go around wearing it, or would you be willing to part with it? Unless it's a trophy, of course."

Boomingham glances over to another table upon thinking he's heard his name, and sees Hybros and Atramor in conversation. "Let me know quickly. There are some chaps over there I need to go drink under the table lickity-split."

[CMP]

Hybros gave his old ally one more long look before exhaling and deciding he was trustworthy. "Which demon? You must mean your chicken. Then you knew." His wings twitched with anxiety. "There is something terrible stirring. I mean, there always is in this job, but I mean... I saw it. I have never seen anything like it. A demon, with a very powerful undead army at its disposal. And your chicken, I think it is working with the demon. If you ever see it again, kill it."

Hybros raised an eyebrow. "You must have learned a lot in Azzurat. In the old Temple of Zoot below this city, where we fought Mephisto, there were three seals for archdemons. The last time I was down there... they were all broken. Mephisto the Gluttonous, Abraxas the Proud, Marilith the Vengeful. I think the Ziegfrieds were the ones who got caught up in everything. Along with Mephisto we had to fight an undead army led by some Ziegfried ancestor." Hybros scratched his head. "Maybe we will find a Ziegfried there, although Zed is dead. Marilith must be the one in Dastan, though I was just there and did not hear any word of it. She must have been defeated, for the time being. These archdemons can never really be destroyed I have found. They fly between this world and the void freely, and probably many other realms. And they are everywhere. Mephisto, a little part of him is in that dagger. And I saw another part of him in the Font. Erm, I think that is where people go when they die."

Hybros sighed again and rubbed his temple. "That leaves Abraxas and this sloth character. Perhaps Byblos will know more about them, but I know that we will be in for a dangerous mission, if we are seen fit to complete it."

He slid the bottle back down to Atramor. "We had better rest up while we can."

Atramor frowned and shrugged.

"Will do, mate."

"That's the thing. Byblos can use his copy of the book to really kill 'em, or so he says. Probably why he's comin' along too. But there was one more thing..." Atramor leaned back in his seat, taking one last moment before diving back into his rum. "There was a man in the desert, with a wide-brimmed hat, bein' hunted by a former ally of ours. After the quest, he used our portal to go back to Eubric ahead of us. Killed a priest. The Sand Queen told us we wouldn't find him again until the incident in Goetia."

"Nobody could've survived in that sand-ridden hell for long unless they really knew what they were doin'. He was up to somethin' in Azzurat. And mark my words, he has something to do with this mess in Goetia. Worst case scenario? He's got his own book."

"I used to be opposed to fruity sweet drinks myself, but a friend of mine turned me on to one... just one." He smiles as he continues to assess the armor. "I've had a few run ins with elves. Haughty and stubborn... and that's talking about the one I consider a friend. Doesn't surprise me that can't manage to make peace even with their own kind."

"This armor isn't half bad though. You looking to go around wearing it, or would you be willing to part with it? Unless it's a trophy, of course."

Boomingham glances over to another table upon thinking he's heard his name, and sees Hybros and Atramor in conversation. "Let me know quickly. There are some chaps over there I need to go drink under the table lickity-split."

Miderun nods. "Too clumsy for me. You can have it if you like. Tarok ezka dir dyruul."

[Flipz]

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?"

"Pretzel, good to see you again! Yes, we had left Heroica for a time, but it seems life has led us back. We actually spent half a year traveling around the world with Gerald Guffington, from Dastan to Xu to Etheria. It was quite the journey, and we were both glad to get back home, especially with how...unusual Etheria was."

The ogre stares long at the dragon before nodding his head in respect.

"That it has young one, ya have grown much since our last meetin', It gladdens me to see master Regulus is lookin' after you... or perhaps 'tis the other way 'round." Skrall smiled before pulling out the talisman. "This is reminder of the complexity of our world, a final bauble from a complex individual named Vorpalis."

Miirym cocks her head. "<Vorpalis was complex? How so? What sort of a being was he?>"

[Waterbrick Down]

Greetings Brownskin, I am Vindsval called the Half-Born by our people.

Skrall shakes Vindsval's hand. "Skrall, 'fraid I was never given another name by 'our' people. I haven't seen another of our kind in quite a while and ne're I believe within these halls in all my long years of service to Heroica. Are ya from 'round here, Vindsval? Please feel free to sit and tell me about yerself, like I said tis not often ya find one of yer own kind in a place like this. Firstly though, this is my friend Arthur Regulus and his companion Miirym." The ogre indicated the pair.

Miirym cocks her head. "<Vorpalis was complex? How so? What sort of a being was he?>"

"He was a dragon, though perhaps of different stock than yer sort. He believed vengeance was his, to the point of slaughtering the innocent. He was in one instance just and in the other unjust and it did not aid his case that his vengeance was founded in his earlier cowardice."

[Waterbrick Down]

A young man dressed in the colors of the Guild of Invision comes running into the hall, looking back and forth between a Satyr and the hulking Automaton, the young man grabs the Satyr by the shoulder and drags him out of the hall.

"No time to explain, my master needs Heroica's help."

QM Note: Timothy Evergreen (Rider Raider) has been selected to replace Wolfwind (Kappy) in Quest 149.

[Asphalt]

Current Sign ups: Unlimited Quest: Fields of Glory

Kiray Nastayo (kingofthezempk)

Miderun (callmepie)

Na'im (enceledaus)

Sign ups will close Midnight tonight. (EST)

Skrall shakes Vindsval's hand. "Skrall, 'fraid I was never given another name by 'our' people. I haven't seen another of our kind in quite a while and ne're I believe within these halls in all my long years of service to Heroica. Are ya from 'round here, Vindsval? Please feel free to sit and tell me about yerself, like I said tis not often ya find one of yer own kind in a place like this. Firstly though, this is my friend Arthur Regulus and his companion Miirym." The ogre indicated the pair.

Well met Skrall. I would not be too envious. I heard the name most often when accompanied by demands to Leave, or begone, or abomination. And well met to you as well Master Regulus and Master? Mistess? Miirym. He nods to the man and the dragon, unsure how to address the latter, and he is suddenly glad he is no longer wearing his Lethauros Mail. As for myself, I am from nowhere and everywhere. My father was a Ogre and Druid of the Tarok Tribe. He travelled to the far North where he met my mother, a giantess of the ice tribes Their union was not condoned by either side of my "Family," thus I was forced to travel. Constantly harried from place to place, never able to rest. It was in these travels I was visited by the one I call the Wanderer. He set me upon the Path to this Hall where I enlisted int eh service of the people. I like to believe I have made a difference since I arrived here.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Asphalt

[Palathadric]

"Pretzel, good to see you again! Yes, we had left Heroica for a time, but it seems life has led us back. We actually spent half a year traveling around the world with Gerald Guffington, from Dastan to Xu to Etheria. It was quite the journey, and we were both glad to get back home, especially with how...unusual Etheria was."

"Gerald Guffington, you say? The name sounds familiar...isn't he one of the richest men in Eubric? What in the world would he need heroes for...well, I suppose we are the best in the business aren't we. Humph! I hope he paid you well. So, you've really fully abandoned the way of the mage, haven't you? You wouldn't happen to have any unused scrolls lying about would you."

I chuckle.

[Asphalt]

While Vndsval sits and chats with the only ogre he has seen since leaving the Greenlands, something keeps tugging at his attention. It has to do with the Lord speaking with his friend Miderun. Not a voice, or an awareness. More of a feeling. He keeps glancing at the man as he talks with his friend, unsure of what he is sensing and why.

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen returns to the hall, on the way past she sees a group of newer heroes planning on heading to the fields.

Nerwen adds her name to the fields sign up.

Then she heads upstairs to the saloon, following the busy sound of voices.

[KotZ]

"Nerwen!" Kiray shouts as she sees the minstrel. "It's been a while. You're joining our party for the fields? great. By the way, here is the 150 gold I still owed you for the katana."

[Flipz]

"Gerald Guffington, you say? The name sounds familiar...isn't he one of the richest men in Eubric? What in the world would he need heroes for...well, I suppose we are the best in the business aren't we. Humph! I hope he paid you well. So, you've really fully abandoned the way of the mage, haven't you? You wouldn't happen to have any unused scrolls lying about would you."

I chuckle.

"Fairly well. Though I am still waiting on a portion of his payment. His associate, U'Or, seemed to have misplaced it, but he did promise to send it to me by Z-mail once it was found." Arthur smirks at the mention of Scrolls. "I shall never be rid of that association, will I? Actually, I do happen to have a spare Scroll of Elemental Aura on me. I was planning to give it to Noel as a late Grogmas present, but turns out the little scamp already had one, buried amidst the detritus of an uncleaned room." He shakes his head. "I swear, that kid might have the most powerful collection of magical artifacts in all of Uland--if he'd only tidy things up enough to actually find them," he adds jokingly. "Hmm...well, if you're interested, I'd be willing to trade it to you for some Marketplace work. If you could take the Sapphire out of my Spider Leg spear and replace it with my Ethereal Sapphire, and do the same with the Garnet in Sven's Dagger and my Ethereal Garnet, the Scroll's yours."

Actually, speaking of said Scroll, has anyone seen Thalion? I promised to pick him something up in Etheria in exchange for his help before we left, but I haven't run into him in the few months we've been back. This other Scroll of Elemental Aura is his, if someone's willing to hang onto it for me."

"He was a dragon, though perhaps of different stock than yer sort. He believed vengeance was his, to the point of slaughtering the innocent. He was in one instance just and in the other unjust and it did not aid his case that his vengeance was founded in his earlier cowardice."

"<Hmm.>" Though her gaze is impassive, those who know her best can sense her dissatisfaction with such a succinct answer. "<Is that all there was to him? A vengeful tyrant with thought only for bloodshed? It seems...disappointingly simple.>" Miirym pauses, brooding, while Vindsval speaks.

Well met Skrall. I would not be too envious. I heard the name most often when accompanied by demands to Leave, or begone, or abomination. And well met to you as well Master Regulus and Master? Mistess? Miirym. He nods to the man and the dragon, unsure how to address the latter, and he is suddenly glad he is no longer wearing his Lethauros Mail. As for myself, I am from nowhere and everywhere. My father was a Ogre and Druid of the Tarok Tribe. He travelled to the far North where he met my mother, a giantess of the ice tribes Their union was not condoned by either side of my "Family," thus I was forced to travel. Constantly harried from place to place, never able to rest. It was in these travels I was visited by the one I call the Wanderer. He set me upon the Path to this Hall where I enlisted int eh service of the people. I like to believe I have made a difference since I arrived here.

Arthur nods quietly. "Vindsval," he acknowledges. "And actually, Skrall, it's Arthur Ziegfried, now. I, uh, learned some things about my heritage last year."

"<Mistress,>" Miirym helpfully supplies. "<And speaking of heritage...I don't suppose either of you would know anything about a Dragon named Lethauros? From what little I can tell, he was something of a huge, powerful dork. I must wonder how that led to his demise.>"

Nerwen returns to the hall, on the way past she sees a group of newer heroes planning on heading to the fields.

Nerwen adds her name to the fields sign up.

Then she heads upstairs to the saloon, following the busy sound of voices.

"Nerwen!" Kiray shouts as she sees the minstrel. "It's been a while. You're joining our party for the fields? great. By the way, here is the 150 gold I still owed you for the katana."

Arthur turns his head at the sound of the shout and smiles. "Hello, Nerwen!" he calls with a wave. It takes him a little while longer to place the voice he'd heard, but finally it clicks in. "My goodness, Miss Nastayo? I don't think I've seen you since the Foundation Day fiasco, with Grimwald and Arnulf. Heroica certainly seems to have treated you well since then, hasn't it?"

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Arthur turns his head at the sound of the shout and smiles. "Hello, Nerwen!" he calls with a wave. It takes him a little while longer to place the voice he'd heard, but finally it clicks in. "My goodness, Miss Nastayo? I don't think I've seen you since the Foundation Day fiasco, with Grimwald and Arnulf. Heroica certainly seems to have treated you well since then, hasn't it?"

"Arthur?" Kiray says, as the voice and face finally click for her as well. "That was what, how many years ago? Wait, Boomingham was on that with us! I just reintroduced myself to him! I think I've done well here so far. How have you been? I see you've added a new companion." She waves at the dragon.