Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Endgame]

Great. Now we've got blue farts wearing the least-white white rags I have ever seen in my life.

"Unfortunately, Mister Whichever Hole You Came From."

He says, clearly not recognizing Sorrow.

"...Sorrow. My name is Sorrow. I'm assuming the hair product finally got past your scalp and into your brain."

[Cutcobra]

"...Sorrow. My name is Sorrow. I'm assuming the hair product finally got past your scalp and into your brain."

Heckz puts up a forced smile at the mention of someon- something he knew.

"Oh, Sorrow! Last I remember, you were a lot meatier. At least you don't have any moths anymore..."

He grabs his belly, hoping nothing unexpected decides to come out of it through his mouth.

"And hair product, you say? I have no idea what you are talking about. My hair, my face and my everything is all natural. And at least I have hair!"

The more he talked with the fake smile, the more his headache and his mood worsened

"Anyways, what has your gaseous-meaningless self been up to lately?"

[StickFig]

Matthias decides to drag himself off his chair and sign up for Quest #152.

[Dragonfire]

Avalanche smiles as he sees Heckz come in, recognising him instantly, "What mess have you got yourself into this time?" he inquires with a chuckle.

[KotZ]

A young man stumbles into Heroica Hall, the smell of cheap wine emmanating from him. He drunkenly makes his way to the questboard and begins to write the names of the chosen heroes. "No... no looove gurus? D... damn." He exits the hall and goes back to the tavern he came from.

Chosen Heroes for Quest #152: Wine and Di(n)e

Quintessa of Heartland Level 6 Barbarian

Toral Waruelf Level 11.5 Barbarian

Heckz Brutenhal Level 28.3 Sorcerer

Hoke Ablesword Level 55.6 Paragon *Party Leader*

Please make any last purchases you have in the market, trades in the hall, etc. Update your stats accordingly, and meet the drunken man in the Traveler's Tavern.

I'll have the thread up tonight when I get home from work. Hope you guys are excited.

[Alfadas]

Allright, time to go! Torald makes sure all his equipment is in his bag and walks out of the Hall.

[Cutcobra]

Avalanche smiles as he sees Heckz come in, recognising him instantly, "What mess have you got yourself into this time?" he inquires with a chuckle.

Heckz kept on 'grining'.

"I'm talking with a floating mess of nothingness and a lice-ridden beast. How's that for a mess?"

Before anyone can say anything, Heckz quickly gets up and goes to the Questboard. Seeing that he was chosen, he runs off to the Marketplace.

Every step he made he could painfully hear as if it were the horrible wail of a newborn.

[Endgame]

I should just leave this one to the wolves, but...

"Heckz, I think you and Arthur had a trade, yeah? Weatherfax Broom and 50 gold for the Prayer Beads and a Bright Polish? I can handle the trade."

Edited July 18, 2016 by Endgame

[Kintobor]

Heckz kept on 'grining'.

"I'm talking with a floating mess of nothingness and a lice-ridden beast. How's that for a mess?"

Annienal looked up from her book, her eyes peaking over the top of the book. "He's, um, quite... rude?" Annienal was trying to think of a better word, but her attention was drawn more to her reading then what was going on around her. "Presumptuous, um, maybe?"

[Endgame]

Annienal looked up from her book, her eyes peaking over the top of the book. "He's, um, quite... rude?" Annienal was trying to think of a better word, but her attention was drawn more to her reading then what was going on around her. "Presumptuous, um, maybe?"

"This is his default state of being, unfortunately."

[Kintobor]

"Oh. Well, um... that's unfortunate." Annienal hated to admit it but she had forgotten the white clad man's name for a brief moment. It'd been awhile since she had talked to Sorrow.

"So, um... how have you been keeping, Sorrow?"

[Endgame]

"Laying low. I can't go gallivanting like I used to be able to. Every time I ques, gotta take a season or two to rest these old bones before I can go at it again."

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke sees that his name is posted and makes off to the Marketplace to prepare.

[Cutcobra]

I should just leave this one to the wolves, but...

"Heckz, I think you and Arthur had a trade, yeah? Weatherfax Broom and 50 gold for the Prayer Beads and a Bright Polish? I can handle the trade."

*just before Heckz left off*

Heckz looks back at the mention of a trade.

"Oh, yeah. Looks like you aren't that useless."

The sorcerer makes the trade and then parts for the Marketplace.

[Kintobor]

"Laying low. I can't go gallivanting like I used to be able to. Every time I ques, gotta take a season or two to rest these old bones before I can go at it again."

Annienal nods her head, understanding Sorrow's position. "I can understand that. I, um, haven't gone out in awhile either. I've been spending my time reading about various topics. Currently I'm trying to get through a field journal on dragon's I found in the library." She holds the book up. "It's fascinating... well, at least I, um, find it fascinating."

[Endgame]

Annienal nods her head, understanding Sorrow's position. "I can understand that. I, um, haven't gone out in awhile either. I've been spending my time reading about various topics. Currently I'm trying to get through a field journal on dragon's I found in the library." She holds the book up. "It's fascinating... well, at least I, um, find it fascinating."

"Dragons, huh? That's one I haven't crossed paths with. Anything interesting in there?"

[Kintobor]

"Dragons, huh? That's one I haven't crossed paths with. Anything interesting in there?"

"Um... well, it talks about elemental affinity, how they fly, muscle structure, mating habits... you know, um, how dragon's do dragon-like things, and, um, why." Annienal responds. "I mean, um, I find it fascinating, but to the average individual it might not be so captivating a subject."

[Endgame]

"Ah. I didn't know they were studied so... scientifically. I thought it would be more of a story than a textbook, although that's still valuable.

So. Why do dragons do things?"

[Kintobor]

"Ah. I didn't know they were studied so... scientifically. I thought it would be more of a story than a textbook, although that's still valuable.

So. Why do dragons do things?"

Annienal furrows her brow and looks through her book. "Well, um, from what I gather, dragons are kind of like us. They have personalities, desires, and motivations, just like us. It's just they're really big, reptilian, flying apex predators as well." Annienal nods her head, at least comfortable with her response.

[Endgame]

"I... see." I say, sipping from a mug of ale. "Ever met one outside of the written word?"

[Kintobor]

"I... see." I say, sipping from a mug of ale. "Ever met one outside of the written word?"

Annienal nodded. "He wanted the heat of combat. I, um, suppose he missed it. He was... well, not how I thought meeting a dragon would play out, but needless to say we fulfilled his wish." Annienal felt somewhat torn about Lethauros's fate, but she did what she had to do to ensure stability in Eubric.

[Duvors]

Annienal nodded. "He wanted the heat of combat. I, um, suppose he missed it. He was... well, not how I thought meeting a dragon would play out, but needless to say we fulfilled his wish." Annienal felt somewhat torn about Lethauros's fate, but she did what she had to do to ensure stability in Eubric.

"You can say that again," said a voice form behind them, "nice to see you again Annienal."

Throlar drew up a seat beside them and sat down.

"Care to introduce me to your friend? I've seen him before but I don't think I've had the honor of his acquaintance."

[Kintobor]

"You can say that again," said a voice form behind them, "nice to see you again Annienal."

Throlar drew up a seat beside them and sat down.

"Care to introduce me to your friend? I've seen him before but I don't think I've had the honor of his acquaintance."

Annienal jerked in her seat at Throlar's sudden appearance. "Um... Throlar, this is Sorrow, Sorrow, um... Throlar." Annie put her hand to her heart, seemingly shocked from Throlar's sudden appearance.

[Endgame]

I raise an eyebrow.

"We quested together recently, Throlar."

[Duvors]

Annienal jerked in her seat at Throlar's sudden appearance. "Um... Throlar, this is Sorrow, Sorrow, um... Throlar." Annie put her hand to her heart, seemingly shocked from Throlar's sudden appearance.

Throlar gave a look of concern at Annienal's reaction. "I'm sorry," he said, "Did I startle you? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to."

I raise an eyebrow.

"We quested together recently, Throlar."

Throlar blinked at Sorrow confusedly for a second, then a look of recognition spread across his face.

"Sorrow? Sorry didn't recognize you for a moment. I'm very sorry I didn't mean to insult you or anything. I haven't been getting much sleep recently and my mind's a bit fuzzy."

Now that he had said it Throlar did indeed look tired, he had dark bags under his eyes, his stance was slack and droopy, and his hair was even more in disarray than usual. All in all, a mess.