Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Yzalirk]

"Whatever."

"PREPARE. YERSELF. LANDLUBBER." The noises of gears and other mechanical bits could be heard as if they have not been oiled in years. "I. DON'T. REMEMBER. A. WHOLE. LOT. ABOUT. ME. PAST. BUT. I. REMEMBER. THAT. I. WAS. NOT. ALWAYS. AN. AUTOMATON. I. USED. TO. BE. A. MAN. LOOK."

Goliath dislodges his head to reveal a small glass case filled with some sort of magical jelly and a brain.

"I. CAN'T. REMEMBER. MUCH. HOPEFULLY. I. REMEMBER. MORE."

[Pedguin]

Cree bursts down the door to the hall, then casually puts it back up.

"When'd that automation get here? I coulda sworn that it wasn't here before. Did tha' hall finally get defense from the peasants that waltz in here and say thar heroes? 'Bout time."

[Yzalirk]

Barely fazed by the door being knocked down, Goliath looks back and takes note of the man's sarcastic remarks,

"I. THINK. WE. WILL. GET. ALONG. JUST. FINE."

[Pedguin]

Cree surveys the automation, and comes to the conclusion that he is a hero.

"Ye art no peasant. Too bad ye d'nt have th' 'thourity tae keep those peasants out."

[Yzalirk]

"I. BE. THE. BANE. OF. ANY. ABBEY. LUBBER."

[JimBee]

Eric raised his glass in Hybros' honor. He grinned. "Heh, you look different, too", Eric said indicating the Imp's wings. He traced the edge of his hat with his fingers and then in a fluid motion continued to stroke his beard briefly. "The hat I acquired during my time off after the whole Salmanda debacle and its aftermath. I joined a crew and sailed the seas. I went..fishing. Plenty of fish to be caught outside Bonaparte waters." He winked and then his grin grew wider. Eric chugged down the rest of his mead and ordered another.

Hybros grinned back. "Heh, right. Fishing. The story about the wings is a little long... but I have found others like me." He glanced at the questboard. "Such short time we always seem to have. I have been sitting around this hall for some time, if only you had returned a little sooner... Well, we will have to speak another time, heheh. I am off to fight demons." He turned to leave, but stopped short and procured his Opal and handed it to Eric. "If you ever see an assassin named Dyric, can you give this to him?"

With one last check of his equipment, Hybros headed downstairs to the library.

[K-Nut]

Althior sees his name on the chosen participants list. He puts on a sly grin before making his way to the library. However, he stops at the table with the Nord first, giving his old companion a nod. He looks to the fairy. "As we discussed," he places the Everlasting Venom on the table, then makes his way to the monk. "How much for 5 Nostrums?"

Kheyli looks up from her conversation with the nord to the Prophet, blushing. "Oh yeah! Of course, sorry..." she rumages through her bag, drawing out two milks, a big apple, the sauce pan, and 200 gold. "Thanks!" she shouts as the Prophet abruptly leaves the bar. She turns back to the Nord. "I haven't really seen too much battle, now that you mention it. I was a hunter out west for quite a few years, and I got into a couple of scuffs there," she blushes.

Edited May 6, 2016 by K-Nut

[Khorne]

"PREPARE. YERSELF. LANDLUBBER." The noises of gears and other mechanical bits could be heard as if they have not been oiled in years. "I. DON'T. REMEMBER. A. WHOLE. LOT. ABOUT. ME. PAST. BUT. I. REMEMBER. THAT. I. WAS. NOT. ALWAYS. AN. AUTOMATON. I. USED. TO. BE. A. MAN. LOOK."

Goliath dislodges his head to reveal a small glass case filled with some sort of magical jelly and a brain.

"I. CAN'T. REMEMBER. MUCH. HOPEFULLY. I. REMEMBER. MORE."

"You need to get your lenses readjusted, clankermans: I'm not a landlubber."

When Goliath finished his story, Eric blinkend in disbelief. "Really, your story is that you have not story? Talk about disappointment."

Hybros grinned back. "Heh, right. Fishing. The story about the wings is a little long... but I have found others like me." He glanced at the questboard. "Such short time we always seem to have. I have been sitting around this hall for some time, if only you had returned a little sooner... Well, we will have to speak another time, heheh. I am off to fight demons." He turned to leave, but stopped short and procured his Opal and handed it to Eric. "If you ever see an assassin named Dyric, can you give this to him?"

With one last check of his equipment, Hybros headed downstairs to the library.

"Ja, we'll talk another time". Eric patted his friend on the shoulder. "Good luck, Hybros. I'll give the assassin the Opal when I see him."

Althior sees his name on the chosen participants list. He puts on a sly grin before making his way to the library. However, he stops at the table with the Nord first, giving his old companion a nod. He looks to the fairy. "As we discussed," he places the Everlasting Venom on the table, then makes his way to the monk. "How much for 5 Nostrums?"

Kheyli looks up from her conversation with the nord to the Prophet, blushing. "Oh yeah! Of course, sorry..." she rumages through her bag, drawing out two milks, a big apple, the sauce pan, and 200 gold. "Thanks!" she shouts as the Prophet abruptly leaves the bar. She turns back to the Nord. "I haven't really seen too much battle, now that you mention it. I was a hunter out west for quite a few years, and I got into a couple of scuffs there," she blushes.

The Nord returned Althior's nod with a nod of his own while holding the rim of his hat. Eric pocketed the 200 Gold he received.

"A hunter out west. You mean the Kingdoms or beyond? I thought faeries lived in the Faerie?"

[K-Nut]

"A hunter out west. You mean the Kingdoms or beyond? I thought faeries lived in the Faerie?"

"Oh we do! Yeah totally, it's just I've been on my own for a while. I got out of the faerie young, so I never really knew the culture. I'm guessing they would exactly be thrilled with one of their own being a 'dirty' hunter," she grins.

[Khorne]

"Oh we do! Yeah totally, it's just I've been on my own for a while. I got out of the faerie young, so I never really knew the culture. I'm guessing they would exactly be thrilled with one of their own being a 'dirty' hunter," she grins.

The newly Vindicator chuckled and returned a grin. "Ja, the faeries and their skewed view of nature. Quite ironic that they see the hunt as 'dirty', while it is as much a part of nature as the trees and wind. Nature isn't good, nature is neutral and only the strongest survive its apathy. Sometimes, if not most of the times, that means the sacrifice of those weaker."

Eric took another chug of his Mead and slightly raised his mug and nodded to Kheyli. "That makes two who left their home." He spoke the words bitterly, for he hadn't really left his home but was rather made to leave it.

[K-Nut]

"Well, I mean..." she pauses a moment to think. "Alright, yeah. You can say that Nature isn't good, but is it really bad? I grew up in it and sure it had it's awful bits, but it had it's nice parts too. Maybe neutral is the word," she shrugs.

"So where are you from then?"

[Khorne]

"Well, I mean..." she pauses a moment to think. "Alright, yeah. You can say that Nature isn't good, but is it really bad? I grew up in it and sure it had it's awful bits, but it had it's nice parts too. Maybe neutral is the word," she shrugs.

"So where are you from then?"

Eric smiled, "I never said nature wasn't good or that it was bad. Neutral is the word I used." He shrugged. "It has good things and bad things, but overall it's indifferent."

"The accent didn't give it away already?", the Nord chuckled, "I am Eric the Northman. I come from many places, but Värtland is my one and true home."

[Yzalirk]

"You need to get your lenses readjusted, clankermans: I'm not a landlubber."

When Goliath finished his story, Eric blinkend in disbelief. "Really, your story is that you have not story? Talk about disappointment."

Goliath releases steam and laughs,

"ME. MEMORY. AIN'T. ALL. THAT. GREAT... I. THINK. IT. BE. THIS. BRAIN. GEL... I. USED. TO. BE. A. BUCCANEER. HAD. ME. OWN. SHIP. HAD. ME. A. FINE. CREW. MADE. A. LOT. OF. COIN. LIFE. WAS. PERFECT." He pauses briefly. "MET. ME. A. FINE. LASS. BARING. ME. CHILD." He pauses much longer now making it very evident that he had met his soft spot. "LAST. I. KNOW. I. CAME. TO. IN. SOME. SORT. OF. WORKSHOP. WITH. ME. NEW. BODY... BLESSING. OR. CURSE?"

[Quarryman]

Having seen she'd been chosen to once more venture out into the world to learn more about the mysteries of the Pandemonicon Namyrra left for a quick visit to the marketplace after picking up the wrapped package with Arthur's Overkill Gloves that Skrall had left earlier.

[Palathadric]

"How much for 5 Nostrums?"

I hold up the Nostrums. That'll be 149 gold.

I take the time to use my newly acquired polishes on the Cloak of the Grand Vizier and eat my Raw Meat while I do so.

[MysticModulus]

The door to the hall opens slowly. Ezeran walks over to the notice board and pins a small paper to it reading:

"For sale: Ebony Scorpion Dagger (WP:5, deals Poisoned-by-3; dagger), contact Ezeran if interested."

Ezeran then surveys the hall for a comfortable looking chair. The symbiont is wearing a ghostly smile, acid saliva dripping on the floor.

Edited May 9, 2016 by MysticModulus

[Alfadas]

Torald walks in the Hall, looks around and walks towards Ezeran. On the way he orders some ale and mulled wine. He gives the wine to Ezeran and falls into a chair, careful not to spill anything. Shame there is no quest active. But some rest at the Hall isn't bad either.

[MysticModulus]

Torald walks in the Hall, looks around and walks towards Ezeran. On the way he orders some ale and mulled wine. He gives the wine to Ezeran and falls into a chair, careful not to spill anything. Shame there is no quest active. But some rest at the Hall isn't bad either.

Ezeran smiles and takes a mouthfull of mulled wine. We have earned som rest! Maybe we'll do some singing later?

[Alfadas]

Singing? Uhm, well, sure? Torald doesn't really seem to like the idea, but doesn't want to disappoint his friend.

Edit: 2000th post! woohoo! I'm a duke now

Edited May 9, 2016 by Alfadas

[MysticModulus]

Singing? Uhm, well, sure? Torald doesn't really seem to like the idea, but doesn't want to disappoint his friend.

Edit: 2000th post! woohoo! I'm a duke now

Seeing the joke hitting home Ezeran bursts out in laughter. Just kidding with you!

[BountyBeast]

Hunkan walks into the hall, buys himself a drink, and sits at an empty table. He hears Ezeran's laughter and becomes curious. "What's so funny?"

[Rider Raider]

Timothy walks into the hall and puts 3 gold on the bar and tells Scheherazade to give it to Monk Pretzel next time he's in the hall.

[MysticModulus]

Hunkan walks into the hall, buys himself a drink, and sits at an empty table. He hears Ezeran's laughter and becomes curious. "What's so funny?"

Ezeran motions for the dwarf to take a seat. Torald thought he had to sing later in the evening, did you se his face? On another subject, are you interested in buying my ebony dagger? Perfect weapon for a rogue like yourself, sharp and venomous!

[Yzalirk]

Possibly too intoxicated on rum and grog, Goliath knocks over some chairs and tables after overhearing the cliché singing joke,

"WHO. BE. SINGING. US. A. SHANTY?"

[Palathadric]

I trudge into the hall with my shield slung over my shoulder and scramble onto a seat.

I look over at Ezeran and Torald's table and half wish I were there, but then give a little frown and dust my shield off instead.