Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[JimBee]

Simply, anything that tastes good to me. But, I would not say no to trying some of this "tea" you are drinking.

You still look a little confused to me. About me, I am not sure what kind of demon I might be. Heck, I might be the only kind of my species on this planet.

"Heh, like I said before, you remind me of me. I too once thought that but somehow I knew I was not alone. I am sure your people are out there somewhere."

Well it looks like I get to run around the "fields". I wonder if I should get something for it?

"I do not think they sell tea at the marketplace but Nostrums are always good, heheh. Good luck to you, Germ." Hybros waved goodbye to his new acquaintance and tipped his hat to Boomingham as he sat down.

"Goetia? Nope. Not even sure what the place is like.Only just got back from the local dwarven kingdom, myself. I have been to both Dastan and Xu, though. Hope things are alright in both of 'em. The status quo tends to, er, tilt a bit once I'm gone. Lemme thing. Grew up in Dreida Bay, on the Crystalline Sea for the most part. Took my craft to the Low Kingdoms, then found my way to Heroica. Can barely keep straight all the places I've been while I've worked here..."

"You had your own ship? What made you give that up and come here?"

[CMP]

"You had your own ship? What made you give that up and come here?"

"Heh, no, no. Never had a ship of my own. Hell, never even had an ounce of authority on the ship I worked on. I just got sick'a the aimless piracy. I'd been at it for nearly ten years when I called it quits. Took up as a thief in the Low Kingdoms for a while, put my badass lockpicking skills to use, then, well. Ya'know." Atramor couldn't help but grin a bit. "Just followed the trail fortune and glory right back to this Hall."

[Flipz]

Arthur quickly hands Sorrow a Scroll of Elemental Aura to pass on to Thalion, as well as a Grating Stone to pass on to Guts and a Weatherfax Broom and 50 Gold to pass on to Heckz.

[Endgame]

I accept the items.

"Good luck and safe travels, wherever you're headed."

[Zepher]

Atramor set down the rum he was sipping with a grin as he saw the grizzled old ex-paladin approach. "Boomin'ham. Been a good long time ya' old bastard. The whole world's all corruption and demons, hope ya've been killin' your fair share. Damn, it's been a while - when was the last time I saw ya', Strivvi?"

"It must be. Been getting into a fair deal of trouble since then... though also done a fair share of saving things. Not the world, but cities at least. Better than the usual errands I run around the Freeport. Got to meet a queen, and we hit it off alright. Whipped some knights into shape too."

"Heh, no, no. Never had a ship of my own. Hell, never even had an ounce of authority on the ship I worked on. I just got sick'a the aimless piracy. I'd been at it for nearly ten years when I called it quits. Took up as a thief in the Low Kingdoms for a while, put my badass lockpicking skills to use, then, well. Ya'know." Atramor couldn't help but grin a bit. "Just followed the trail fortune and glory right back to this Hall."

"Funny, I came from the other direction - from up high down to here. But now we're sharing a drink!" He glances over at Hybros. "You sticking to tea, chap? I thought we were having a real evening here!" He glances at the questboard. "You both headed towards Goat-ia? Leaving me all alone with the greenskins?"

[K-Nut]

Althior sits quietly at the bar, almost as if he were expecting someone. He sits with his head in his hands, as he missed the quite the inactive hall had to offer.

[JimBee]

"Heh, no, no. Never had a ship of my own. Hell, never even had an ounce of authority on the ship I worked on. I just got sick'a the aimless piracy. I'd been at it for nearly ten years when I called it quits. Took up as a thief in the Low Kingdoms for a while, put my badass lockpicking skills to use, then, well. Ya'know." Atramor couldn't help but grin a bit. "Just followed the trail fortune and glory right back to this Hall."

"Hm, yes, it seems I have experienced a similar path. Heroica is where I have made many friends and found many answers - which is more than I can say for the first fifty or so years of my life."

"Funny, I came from the other direction - from up high down to here. But now we're sharing a drink!" He glances over at Hybros. "You sticking to tea, chap? I thought we were having a real evening here!" He glances at the questboard. "You both headed towards Goat-ia? Leaving me all alone with the greenskins?"

Hybros smiled. "Well alright then. What do you suggest?"

"If we are selected, though I do not know when that will be. A few of the heroes on my last quest went to Baltarok, it sounds like a harsh place. Giant worms, sandstorms, and chaomancers... At least they got what they came for, and got out alive."

Althior sits quietly at the bar, almost as if he were expecting someone. He sits with his head in his hands, as he missed the quite the inactive hall had to offer.

"Excuse me for one moment," he says to his friends. "I will be back with the drinks." Hybros makes his way to the bar and waves for Scheherazade after boosting himself up on a stool next to Althior. "Oh, there you are. Here, I think this belongs to you." He procured the Medal of Glory and returned it to the Prophet before taking the drinks and heading back to his table. He jerked his head at Althior. "If you would like to speak I will be over there."

He returned to the table with Atramor and Boomingham and distributed the drinks.

[Chromeknight]

I approach Nerwen.

"I see you haven't found a use for that Razor then. How much did you want for it?"

Master Pretzel. Have you recovered from your brain invasion? The razor? Yes, Turns out I like my hair too much to put it to use. I think maybe 150 would be a fair place to start?

[Palathadric]

Master Pretzel. Have you recovered from your brain invasion? The razor? Yes, Turns out I like my hair too much to put it to use. I think maybe 150 would be a fair place to start?

"I...I think so. I have grown more resilient since then...I believe. I hope you would be willing to quest with me again should the opportunity arise?"

150 Gold, do I really need it?

"Hmm...I'm actually not so sure about the Razor. It doesn't exactly encourage me."

Edited April 12, 2016 by Palathadric

[CMP]

"It must be. Been getting into a fair deal of trouble since then... though also done a fair share of saving things. Not the world, but cities at least. Better than the usual errands I run around the Freeport. Got to meet a queen, and we hit it off alright. Whipped some knights into shape too."

"Funny, I came from the other direction - from up high down to here. But now we're sharing a drink!" He glances over at Hybros. "You sticking to tea, chap? I thought we were having a real evening here!" He glances at the questboard. "You both headed towards Goat-ia? Leaving me all alone with the greenskins?"

"Not bad. Met my own queen, killed a lot of demons, set some dwarves straight....the usual kinda stuff, I s'pose."

"Aye. I think there's this bastard headed there that needs a good long beatin'. Expectin' a lot more demons there, maybe even an archdemon. No coincidence he was in Azzurat when two of 'em woke up...and I think the Sand Queen agrees."

"Hm, yes, it seems I have experienced a similar path. Heroica is where I have made many friends and found many answers - which is more than I can say for the first fifty or so years of my life."

"If we are selected, though I do not know when that will be. A few of the heroes on my last quest went to Baltarok, it sounds like a harsh place. Giant worms, sandstorms, and chaomancers... At least they got what they came for, and got out alive."

He returned to the table with Atramor and Boomingham and distributed the drinks.

"Can't say I'm surprised. A lotta very different paths seem to lead to this place. Like I said...fortune and glory, I guess."

Atramor shrugged and smirked, sipping whatever drink Hybros carried over. He didn't seem to acknowledge what it even was.

"Chaomancers, eh? Had my fair share of those years ago..."

[Chromeknight]

"I...I think so. I have grown more resilient since then...I believe. I hope you would be willing to quest with me again should the opportunity arise?"

150 Gold, do I really need it?

"Hmm...I'm actually not so sure about the Razor. It doesn't exactly encourage me."

Nerwen shrugged.

I'll consider a lower offer if you have one. As for enocuragement, how often do you need extra oomph in hitting something?

[Palathadric]

Nerwen shrugged.

I'll consider a lower offer if you have one. As for enocuragement, how often do you need extra oomph in hitting something?

"As an artisan, I can see such an artifact being useful, but ultimately I plan to go back to being a cleric at which time, encouragement may be more important. You see, I also have the Soul Link Chain, which I intend to use more regularly then I have been. It's not really a question of price."

[JimBee]

Atramor shrugged and smirked, sipping whatever drink Hybros carried over. He didn't seem to acknowledge what it even was.

"Chaomancers, eh? Had my fair share of those years ago..."

"Oh? What were they like? I met one myself in Etheria. He seemed like a... nice person... He actually helped us a lot with our mission. Very skilled in the use of magic."

[Zepher]

"Hm, yes, it seems I have experienced a similar path. Heroica is where I have made many friends and found many answers - which is more than I can say for the first fifty or so years of my life."

Hybros smiled. "Well alright then. What do you suggest?"

"If we are selected, though I do not know when that will be. A few of the heroes on my last quest went to Baltarok, it sounds like a harsh place. Giant worms, sandstorms, and chaomancers... At least they got what they came for, and got out alive."

"I always forget you're older than me," chuckles Boomingham. "But I guess we both have such joie de vie that it hardly matters. Think I must be coming up on fifty years myself."

"As for the endorsement, that seems to be what Baltarok is known for. Harsh. No wonder the greenskins wanted our land so badly."

"Not bad. Met my own queen, killed a lot of demons, set some dwarves straight....the usual kinda stuff, I s'pose."

"Aye. I think there's this bastard headed there that needs a good long beatin'. Expectin' a lot more demons there, maybe even an archdemon. No coincidence he was in Azzurat when two of 'em woke up...and I think the Sand Queen agrees."

"I've never dealt with demons, but the Sand Queen sent me after the closest thing to one I ever dealt with. Big nasty fellow, whole big deal about exterminating humans and what not. He was powerful, bit delusional, though."

[CMP]

"Oh? What were they like? I met one myself in Etheria. He seemed like a... nice person... He actually helped us a lot with our mission. Very skilled in the use of magic."

"Lemme think. Killed three of 'em. One of 'em had taken part of Mephisto's soul. Killed him too. One of 'em ate the souls of the dead ones and ran off. One of 'em sacrificed an old man and tried to become a goddess."

"So, no, they didn't really help us a lot on our mission."

"I've never dealt with demons, but the Sand Queen sent me after the closest thing to one I ever dealt with. Big nasty fellow, whole big deal about exterminating humans and what not. He was powerful, bit delusional, though."

"Sounds pretty much like a demon. Funny how the most capable enemies are also the most delusional. Makes thing easier, I s'pose. They act so surprised when ya' beat 'em back to Azazot."

Sign-Ups for

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)

Sign-ups will remain open for the time being.

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen looks at the quest board again.

Seeing Skrall and Lawerence's names on the board prompts her. She approaches the table where they sit upstairs. Nodding at Atramor and Hybros also she skips into a spare seat and says,

Lawerence good to see you again. Are you planning to go to Baltarok? I met Olmstyr briefly when I was there, but stood against him on the bridge. Do you think I would still be welcome?

And Skrall, I think you mentioned you had a mushroom while we were questing together. Might I trade you for it?

Also do you know anyone who'd want this assassins cowl I have taking up space in my bag?

[Waterbrick Down]

"Miss Nerwen, I do indeed have one of those mushrooms." The ogre spotted the heavy axe the minstrel carried. "Perhaps I could take that load off yer back for ya."

[-obelix-]

Thalion enters the Hall lost in thought and slightly confused after the events that recently transpired, and heads to the quest board to see if there was anything new. Seeing the two quests he might be able to help out with, he signs up for Quest #148 and Quest #150.

[JimBee]

"I always forget you're older than me," chuckles Boomingham. "But I guess we both have such joie de vie that it hardly matters. Think I must be coming up on fifty years myself."

"As for the endorsement, that seems to be what Baltarok is known for. Harsh. No wonder the greenskins wanted our land so badly."

"Older only in the sense I have been awake longer. If you remember back to the Orcish Wars you must very old." Hybros winked. "What was it like back then? 200 years seems like a very long time."

"Lemme think. Killed three of 'em. One of 'em had taken part of Mephisto's soul. Killed him too. One of 'em ate the souls of the dead ones and ran off. One of 'em sacrificed an old man and tried to become a goddess."

"So, no, they didn't really help us a lot on our mission."

"I see. Perhaps that is the being that I took to be Mephisto in the Font."

Hybros greeted Nerwen and Skrall, who appeared to have taken seats around the table. He also waved over to Thalion near the door. "Hello Nerwen, Skrall. How have your latest travels been?"

[CMP]

Seeing Skrall and Lawerence's names on the board prompts her. She approaches the table where they sit upstairs. Nodding at Atramor and Hybros also she skips into a spare seat and says,

Lawerence good to see you again. Are you planning to go to Baltarok? I met Olmstyr briefly when I was there, but stood against him on the bridge. Do you think I would still be welcome?

And Skrall, I think you mentioned you had a mushroom while we were questing together. Might I trade you for it?

Also do you know anyone who'd want this assassins cowl I have taking up space in my bag?

Atramor glances at Nerwen as she sits down. He then does a double take and squints a bit.

"Good to...see ya' again? Hang on, are ya' the same Nerwen from outta Dastan?" he scratches his chin. "Damn, I thought elves looked mostly the same for decades at a time. I can barely recognize ya' in that getup."

He spots a shimmering cloth as she shifts her bag. He leans forward a bit, intrigued, and in the process takes note that the minstrel isn't exactly geared out as a hero befitting her experience. He digs around in his own bag and pulls out a heavy vest of slowly changing colors, setting it on the table between them.

"I'd be happy to take that cowl outta your bag. Think this shirt's a good enough trade? Ya' wouldn't believe the thing I had to skin to get it."

"I see. Perhaps that is the being that I took to be Mephisto in the Font."

"Maybe. All I know is he dropped a hell of an amulet. But I thought Mephisto was dead - twice. What's this Font about?"

[Chromeknight]

Nerwen looks at the vest that shimmers and changes colours.

Yes, that'll do nicely.

Nerwen exchanges the assassins cowl for the chameleon vest.

Yes I was in Dastan. That was a long time ago. I still had my hair dyed brown then. Perhaps I've been hanging out with you edain or maybe it's just being a hero, I seem to change looks every so often. I expect I'll change again soon, this dress is perhaps not appropriate for a high priestess.

Turning to Skrall she says

Thank you, it would be good to find someone to use this.

Nerwen exchanges the Axe of the Minotaur champion for the level up mushroom.

[JimBee]

"Maybe. All I know is he dropped a hell of an amulet. But I thought Mephisto was dead - twice. What's this Font about?"

"Like I said, these archdemons do not seem to die so easily. The Font, it's where people go when they die. You humans like to talk about the afterlife a lot, or whatever you guess comes after. It is very simple - you go live in the Font. It is much like Azazot or Faerie, other realms that can be crossed into from ours and the other way around."

[CMP]

Nerwen looks at the vest that shimmers and changes colours.

Yes, that'll do nicely.

Nerwen exchanges the assassins cowl for the chameleon vest.

Yes I was in Dastan. That was a long time ago. I still had my hair dyed brown then. Perhaps I've been hanging out with you edain or maybe it's just being a hero, I seem to change looks every so often. I expect I'll change again soon, this dress is perhaps not appropriate for a high priestess.

Atramor pulls the assassin's cowl on around his neck.

"Aye, I hear that. Feel like I've been dressin' up more than a High Kingdoms duchess these days." He tugs at the collar of his jacket noncommittally. "And that's sayin' nothin' of how many knives I've been luggin' 'round lately. Too many situations to plan for."

"Like I said, these archdemons do not seem to die so easily. The Font, it's where people go when they die. You humans like to talk about the afterlife a lot, or whatever you guess comes after. It is very simple - you go live in the Font. It is much like Azazot or Faerie, other realms that can be crossed into from ours and the other way around."

"Oh. Huh. And, what, you...were there? Ya' saw the dead there?" Atramor raised an eyebrow. "Don't s'pose the bit 'bout 'walkin' towards the light' is true or not? I'd like to know what to steer clear of." He chuckled a bit, not entire sure if Hybros had the full picture. Then again, with the things he'd seen, waltzing into hell and back didn't seem all that absurd...or even remotely unlikely, really. What kind of things could he possibly doubt any more?

[Comrade Commander]

Darksten awakens from his slumber, checks the board again and is about to slip back into sleep before deciding he was too bored of waiting for the right quest to appear. Thus, even though he felt he didn't have the right criteria, he felt it was better than nothing and signed up for quest #150

[Zepher]

Nerwen looks at the quest board again.

Seeing Skrall and Lawerence's names on the board prompts her. She approaches the table where they sit upstairs. Nodding at Atramor and Hybros also she skips into a spare seat and says,

Lawerence good to see you again. Are you planning to go to Baltarok? I met Olmstyr briefly when I was there, but stood against him on the bridge. Do you think I would still be welcome?

And Skrall, I think you mentioned you had a mushroom while we were questing together. Might I trade you for it?

Also do you know anyone who'd want this assassins cowl I have taking up space in my bag?

"Don't know much about the place, but it'd be good to have you along, obviously." He smiles at the elf. "We've got a lot of catching up to do. Seems you made me a King while I wasn't looking. Think I owe you for that."

"Older only in the sense I have been awake longer. If you remember back to the Orcish Wars you must very old." Hybros winked. "What was it like back then? 200 years seems like a very long time."

"It was very different. Still getting used to everything. Thought the world was crazy back then, but it barely holds a match to the way it is now. Mostly you just kept to your own kingdom, looked after your own folks and yourself. Fought a war if someone invaded, or if you needed to invade them, but mostly we just kept to ourselves. Don't think the world is quite like that anymore. But who knows? Seems like a lot of these threats have been brewing for centuries, so might be I just didn't see them before."

"Oh. Huh. And, what, you...were there? Ya' saw the dead there?" Atramor raised an eyebrow. "Don't s'pose the bit 'bout 'walkin' towards the light' is true or not? I'd like to know what to steer clear of." He chuckled a bit, not entire sure if Hybros had the full picture. Then again, with the things he'd seen, waltzing into hell and back didn't seem all that absurd...or even remotely unlikely, really. What kind of things could he possibly doubt any more?

"Hm... not bad to know. Might have to stop by there some time, say hello to some old faces." Boomingham falls silent and sips the drink Hybros brought him.