Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[JimBee]

Jinnipher rolled her eyes, wondering if anyone bothered to look at her notice.

[Asphalt]

Addok-Zo chuckles. "Courtesy?" He bursts out in laughter. When his laughter subsides, he points to his armor. It appears to be rusted and jury-rigged together. "See this? This used to be one of those mechanical-men. Now why should I show courtesy to someone who possesses the appendage of one of those abominations?"

Are you truly so foolish that you would ask that? Or are you simply mad? You who would be a brother in arms to those gathered here? You know nothing of me, yet you would treat me as a beast.

[Yzalirk]

Addok-Zo grunts and points to the giant's mechanical arm. "You bare the arm of one of those mechanical-men - reckless contraptions that show no sympathy for organic life. They are a plague of what technology can become. Does it not corrupt you?"

[JimBee]

Jinnipher finally decided to get up and stake her claim to the prized item.

Crimson Haze (Causes a weapon to deal the poisoned by 7 and cursed effects permanently) Reserved

How much for you Crimson haze my friend?

"Just what I was thinking...

"Step aside, boys. The item is clearly reserved for me." She looked around for the barbarian who put it up for sale. "Who opens up a store and then leaves?"

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran enjoys his new glass of mulled wine while eavesdropping on the rude wrinkled foreigner.

He raises his glass towards Jinnipher and gives her a nod.

[Mencot]

Keliim returns to the hall, he had found his direwolf just outside of Eubric.

"So wh't habt ye been up tae will ye wast gone?" He asks the wolf.

"Woof, whaf wovh (I stroll'd around the city searching and hunting. This place is full of filth and criminals.)"

"Ye didst nay harm anyone did ye?" Keliim ask with a serious tone

"Woof, har har. (Ofcourse not.)" The wolf said with a suspicious grin.

"Hmm." Keliim replies and pushes open the doors to the hall, inside he can see there is a small situation going on in front of the questboard. He was going to pass it out to get a drink and a quiet place to sit down but then he sees that the fuss is about his "items for sale" and especially one item.

He walks up to the table, past the 3 people gathered there. He bends is head up when he walks past the huge green thing, it was way bigger then he was. He stops at the table and grabs the item of intrest, he lifts it up and holds it near his head and looks into the flask. The substance seems to be swirling around in the flask, it emits a light purple glow.

He speaks to the 3 heros, "Ist this evil thing wh't all th' fuss ist 'bout?"

[JimBee]

Ezeran enjoys his new glass of mulled wine while eavesdropping on the rude wrinkled foreigner.

He raises his glass towards Jinnipher and gives her a nod.

Jinnipher returns a small wave and returns to her haggling for the moment.

"Hmm." Keliim replies and pushes open the doors to the hall, inside he can see there is a small situation going on in front of the questboard. He was going to pass it out to get a drink and a quiet place to sit down but then he sees that the fuss is about his "items for sale" and especially one item.

He walks up to the table, past the 3 people gathered there. He bends is head up when he walks past the huge green thing, it was way bigger then he was. He stops at the table and grabs the item of intrest, he lifts it up and holds it near his head and looks into the flask. The substance seems to be swirling around in the flask, it emits a light purple glow.

He speaks to the 3 heros, "Ist this evil thing wh't all th' fuss ist 'bout?"

"Yes, clearly you reserved this venom for me because you saw my notice right here." She jabbed her note on the quest board while resting her other hand on her hip. "You're a smart man, aren't you? Now, what was the price for this small vial?"

[Lind Whisperer]

He walks up to the table, past the 3 people gathered there. He bends is head up when he walks past the huge green thing, it was way bigger then he was. He stops at the table and grabs the item of intrest, he lifts it up and holds it near his head and looks into the flask. The substance seems to be swirling around in the flask, it emits a light purple glow.

He speaks to the 3 heros, "Ist this evil thing wh't all th' fuss ist 'bout?"

The knight leaned against the bar. "It's not so often they come up for sale."

He nodded at the board. "Mind sharing who it's reserved for? Unless that's private information, of course."

Edited August 24, 2016 by Lind Whisperer

[Mencot]

"Yes, clearly you reserved this venom for me because you saw my notice right here." She jabbed her note on the quest board while resting her other hand on her hip. "You're a smart man, aren't you? Now, what was the price for this small vial?"

Keliim looks at the note, "I must habt miss it wh'n I sort'd out th' items, I apologize tae ye fair lady." Keliim could sence that this moonelf was dangerous but he could not get a clear view of her. She was a mysterious character, not all good nor not bad.

"It's not so often they come up for sale."

He nodded at the board. "Mind sharing who it's reserved for? Unless that's private information, of course."

Keliim turned his attention to the young man, he had meet this one before. "Lind somethin, wast it?" Keliim didn´t know what to make of this one, he didn´t sence really anything. "Ye be right 'bout, th's thing ist rare. 'nd th't be a good thing." He looked at the flask in his hand.

Keliim looked at the huge green fellow, of him he could sence something holy, something different. He nodded his head towards him, "Wh't be ye story, friend? Why ye want th's so much?"

Then he spoke to all three, " I canst say anymort, nowst th't i habt reserv'd it for anyone special. Ye all willst getst a chance tae off'r somethin' for it but I habt tae say th' green friend over here seems tae habt some arms o' intrest."

Edited August 24, 2016 by Mencot

[Asphalt]

It is strange to hear the voice of the human's of the north once more in the hot lands. You ask why I wish the Venom? I fight beneath the emblem of the scorpion, I would enhance its sting. The witchery way is a powerful path, its mastery aids me still as a Paladin of the Wanderer. If you would arm yourself in exchange, perhaps I can make the trade beneficial on both our accounts.

[Yzalirk]

Addok-Zo notices that the giant ignored his question and his suspicion grows even greater toward him. "Fine. I suppose I was rather... <cough> rude, but do you not see automata as a threat? Does that arm of yours not corrupt you?"

[Asphalt]

Addok-Zo notices that the giant ignored his question and his suspicion grows even greater toward him. "Fine. I suppose I was rather... <cough> rude, but do you not see automata as a threat? Does that arm of yours not corrupt you?"

How could that which has no intent, nor mind of its own corrupt the spirit of will and desire. I have faced automata, they are a threat only if commanded to be so. Does the weapon you weird corrupt you when you fire it? If a hammer crushes the skull of your beloved is it to blame or the hand that held it. In my experience Automata have no intent but which they are given. They were extravagant tools, nothing more.

Edited August 25, 2016 by Asphalt

[Yzalirk]

The giant's answer relieves Addok-Zo and he begins to become less tense. "No, I suppose not." He grabs a seat near the giant and sits. "My name is Addok-Zo. If I didn't make it too obvious, I despise mechanical-men. After what we've seen they can do, we stopped trusting outsiders. So don't take it personally if I come off as... paranoid."

[Flipz]

Many months after Immortalis' storm, Arthur Ziegfried has finally reached a semblance of peace. Though not a day has passed since Miirym's departure that the ex-Dragoon has not worried over her, he is at last able to function at least somewhat normally. It was in this state of mind that the newly re-minted Skirmisher visited Guffington Manor, and there found Guffington's Seal and a Hero's Cocktail awaiting him, as had several other past Questmates. There, too, he found the familiar face of Lady Felix, and after an inconclusive game of Two Truths and a Lie, he departed in much-raised spirits.

...and it is in those slightly-too-high spirits that Arthur Ziegfried accidentally crashes into an unfamiliar Selkreeth woman, sending both of them crashing to the ground.

"*Oof...* Sorr--I mean, sorry! Are you--?"

"It's all right," Arthur reassures her, dusting himself off as he and the Selkreeth both get to their feet, the latter picking up the stray dagger that had fallen from Arthur's pack. The Skirmisher takes a moment to appraise the stranger, having failed to do so before.

"...are you...sure you are all right?" she asks haltingly, seeming somewhat nervous about the stranger's stares.

Arthur shakes his head and smiles ruefully, accepting the dagger from the Selkreeth woman.

"Lots of people asking me that lately. I'm fine. Really, I am." Mostly. But no need to burden a stranger with that.

"If you say so..." The Selkreeth sounds unconvinced, but she offers Arthur a hand anyway. "I am...Zannaqim," she says, rolling the name around in her mouth as if unfamiliar with it. Now that he is properly paying attention, it seems that the newcomer's speech in general seems halting and unsure.

Arthur accepts the offered hand.

"Arthur Ziegfried. Not often one sees a Selkreeth in the city, and now I've bumped into two in one day. What brings you to Eubric?"

Zannaqim regards Arthur with confusion, before finally comprehending.

"Ah...forgive me, I am...new to this place, and to this...speech. This...city, you call it? I have heard it is home to a powerful tribe called Heroica, one that has defeated demons, dragons, and even death itself. I wish to join this tribe, and partake in its battles." At the Skirmisher's sudden frown, the Selkreeth pauses, but she soon continues regardless. "If it would not be...rude? If it would not be rude to ask, where were you running with such haste?"

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The unfamiliar man unexpectedly grins widely.

"You're in luck, little lady--"

*I'm taller than you...* Zanna thinks to herself.

"--because I just so happen to be a Hero myself..."

*That seems an arrogant title to grant oneself,* she snarks mentally.

"...and under the circumstances I'm more than happy to lend a fresh Hero a hand."

This time, Zanna does speak.

"Unless you are some form of immortal, I do not think you are older than me." Zanna catches a quick, startled look crossing the man's face, followed by a flash of suspicion, but he quickly replaces it with a carefully-constructed look of confusion. She decides to clarify. "That is the meaning of 'fresh', yes?"

The Arthur's confusion gives way to bemusement.

"Not exactly," he chuckles, a tinge of relief covering the laugh.

*Interesting...* Zanna mentally observes, filing the details away for future reference.

"Why don't we head to the Hall?" the Arthur suggests, indicating a road roughly perpendicular to the path he had been traveling.

With a nod, Zanna demurs, and begins to follow the armor-clad individual on his way.

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It takes some time, but eventually Arthur's curiosity gets the better of him.

"So," he asks, careful to keep his tone Diplomatic, "why Heroica?"

"My people are...built?...for fighting. The challenges in my homeland were no longer...suf-fi-cient."

From the slow enunciation, Arthur can tell the woman is trying out a new word--likely one she had overheard along her journey. I wonder if experimenting is in her nature, or just an attempt to impress an experienced Hero? Surprisingly, his Diplomatic training is providing little insight on the matter--though whether it is a result of her Selkreeth biology or the universe itself just ignoring his skill entirely is up for debate. He decides to switch subjects.

"Heroica has a few different fighting styles, but based on your description I'm guessing...Barbarian?"

To his surprise, the woman shakes her head.

"I was told by the other of my kind on the boat that brought me here, that I am a...what were her words?...'Rogue after the Captain's own heart.' I do not know if that makes sense in Common."

Arthur waves off Zannaqim's concern.

"It's fine, your Common is better than you think. Hmm...a Rogue, you say? Interesting. I had heard that your kind have incredible regenerative abilities, particularly well-suited for...well, I suppose it doesn't matter," he trails off distractedly, digging around in his bag.

Zannaqim is unperturbed.

"My kind heals fast, yes, but in my tribe we are not as..." The dagger from before lands in her hands, with a white cowl wrapped around it; having reflexively caught it, the Selkreeth stares back at its source in confusion. "I am confused. What is this for?"

"Stabbing, presumably. Or spellcasting, I guess, if you ever go Sorcerer. Here, take this as well," he adds, adding a Trial Brew, three Potions, and fifty Gold to the stack of items in the Rogue's arms. "Might come in handy for you early on."

"I still do not understand--"

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"Look," the Arthur says with a sign, his countenance growing uncharacteristically solemn--at least, compared to her current experience with him. "I still remember what it was like to be a new Hero, wanting to accomplish all the good in the world, but never having the power to do it. Now, maybe this way, you can make something of yourself in Heroica--without making any of the missteps I did."

Zanna regards the Arthur curiously, but decides to accept his gift, storing the items as best she can in the various pouches at her belt.

"Thank you," she replies, still lacking words to express her surprise.

"Here, I...want you to have this as well," he continues, unbelting a sheathed longsword from his side. Though not the sharpest sword she had seen, the brightness of the blade seems to burn as he draws a length of the elaborately-decorated longsword from its sheath. "This sword...reminds me of the price people pay for power. It once belonged to a young man, Sir Roderick Hinckwell, who lost himself utterly to the search for strength. That lesson has been weighing heavily on me recently...along with someone else I should have passed it on to. I don't want to miss the opportunity again." The Arthur gingerly sheathes the sword once more, gazing oddly at it before passing it to her.

This time she recognized how to respond.

"[[i will honor this gifted weapon, and the many memories held within. Be assured that neither it nor its lessons will be forgotten, so long as I remain to wield it.]]" The Arthur stares at her, most likely in confusion at her sudden outburst in the Selkreeth language. "It is a traditional Selkreeth oath of acceptance. One of several. I...do not have the words in Common."

The Arthur smiles.

"It's fine," he says yet again as he holds open the door to the Hall for her, following her in once she enters. "Somehow, I know it will be appreciated."

As the Arthur wanders over to his (presumably) favorite haunt within the Hall, the Selkreeth Heroican surveys her new tribe's home.

Zannaqim (played by Flipz as a second character)

77 years old Female Selkreeth Rogue

Level 1

Power: 15 (Level 1 + WP:14)

Power Bonus: 0

Defense: 0

Health: 7/7 (Basic health: 7 + level bonus: 0 + class bonus: 0)

Gold: 60

Equipment: Sven's Dagger (WP: 14, Fire- and Earth+Sealed Elemental), White Ninja Cowl (The wearer can choose to hide for up to three rounds, avoiding Free Hits; the effect ends if the user targets an enemy; suitable to rogues, beast warriors, chi monks and infiltrators; headwear),

Inventory: Sir Roderick's Sword (WP:12, Longsword), Selkreeth Shuriken (WP:3, throwing weapon), Trial Brew, 4x Potion, Venom,

Edited August 25, 2016 by Flipz

[JimBee]

Keliim looks at the note, "I must habt miss it wh'n I sort'd out th' items, I apologize tae ye fair lady." Keliim could sence that this moonelf was dangerous but he could not get a clear view of her. She was a mysterious character, not all good nor not bad.

Then he spoke to all three, " I canst say anymort, nowst th't i habt reserv'd it for anyone special. Ye all willst getst a chance tae off'r somethin' for it but I habt tae say th' green friend over here seems tae habt some arms o' intrest."

Jinnipher seemed to space out at what the man was trying to say, but moved on without asking him to repeat. "Look, the green giant takes an interest in pretty much anything that isn't any of his business. Like I said," the moon elf put on a diplomatic, even flirty tone and gazed at he northerner with her deep almond-colored eyes. She tossed her black and blue hair back for added effect. "You're smart man. Why don't you take this 150 gold--" she placed a hand on his shoulder and reached with her opposite hand to place a heavy pouch in his. She made sure to brush up lightly against his leg. "--and you can give sweet little me that vial of venom. And maybe later we can share a drink or two." She winked.

[Flipz]

Arthur scans the dark recesses of the Hall, and with a smile the Skirmisher spots Sorrow, sitting almost exactly where he'd last left him. The smile turns to sadness--surely the Hall hadn't been that quiet over the course of so many months?--but he pushes the thoughts out of his head. Now that he is here, he has business to attend to.

"Hey, Sorrow. Heckz shot me a Z-Mail a while back--said he got his stuff and left an amulet and some polish for me? And from the looks of it, you could use some company. What's been happening since I last saw you?"

[Mencot]

It is strange to hear the voice of the human's of the north once more in the hot lands. You ask why I wish the Venom? I fight beneath the emblem of the scorpion, I would enhance its sting. The witchery way is a powerful path, its mastery aids me still as a Paladin of the Wanderer. If you would arm yourself in exchange, perhaps I can make the trade beneficial on both our accounts.

"Sae ye art a Paladin, 'at explains th' sence ay holyness in ye. Be careful 'at th' witchery doesn't get th' over hand. Ye seem tae be pack'd withst swords 'nd armor o' my intrest 'nd wh't wouldst benefit me in mah quest. Shall we move over tae one o' th' table to do some business."

Then he turns to the moon elf that has clearly taken a more closer approach to making a deal.

Jinnipher seemed to space out at what the man was trying to say, but moved on without asking him to repeat. "Look, the green giant takes an interest in pretty much anything that isn't any of his business. Like I said," the moon elf put on a diplomatic, even flirty tone and gazed at he northerner with her deep almond-colored eyes. She tossed her black and blue hair back for added effect. "You're smart man. Why don't you take this 150 gold--" she placed a hand on his shoulder and reached with her opposite hand to place a heavy pouch in his. She made sure to brush up lightly against his leg. "--and you can give sweet little me that vial of venom. And maybe later we can share a drink or two." She winked.

The big man felt a bit amused when the elf try to reach up to his shoulder and awkwardly try to rub up against him but he had never given up a good flirt.

"Hmm, nice offer, mah fair lady." He said with a smile, "But ye habt been outbid, actually before I return'd back h're I got a vision from a ol' monk offerin' 300 gold for it. 'nd our green firend h're offer some o' his fine weapons for trade. I am more in need o' a upgrad in mi arsenal th'n mi gold. So I am goin' tae go withst his offer."

Keliim starts to leave to find a free table but before he does he closes in on Jinni. "But ye knowst sweetheart, I be always up for a drink o' two. I canst see th't ye habt been around 'nd canst hold up yer own in a battle. So I bet ye habt many fine stories tae tell, so ye be welcome tae join us, after mi 'nd our green friend h're hast come up withst a deal. He says with a wink and puts a laugh after.

Edited August 25, 2016 by Mencot

[Asphalt]

"Sae ye art a Paladin, 'at explains th' sence ay holyness in ye. Be careful 'at th' witchery doesn't get th' over hand. Ye seem tae be pack'd withst swords 'nd armor o' my intrest 'nd wh't wouldst benefit me in mah quest. Shall we move over tae one o' th' table to do some business."

The big man felt a bit amused when the elf try to reach up to his shoulder and awkwardly try to rub up against him but he had never given up a good flirt.

"Hmm, nice offer, mah fair lady." He said with a smile, "But ye habt been outbid, actually before I return'd back h're I got a vision from a ol' monk offerin' 300 gold for it. 'nd our green firend h're offer some o' his fine weapons for trade. I am more in need o' a upgrad in mi arsenal th'n mi gold. So I am goin' tae go withst his offer."

Excellent, I have searched long for an item such as that. Let us talk.

Vindsval walks with the Axe festooned warrior to one of the sturdier empty tables to the side of the room. He looks the man up and down, taking his size and strength.

Yes, I believe it would.

He lays a sword on the table,forged of a darker metal, polished yet devoid of gleam, a serrated tip designed to rip and tear as much as pierce or slash.

He then lays a shirt of fine scaled armor beside it.

What do you think of these Master Keliim?

[Flipz]

Seeing the Moon Elf unable to afford her intended purchase, Zanna approaches her. "I do not think this is what you seek, but if it would aid you, I would be glad to give it," she says, freely offering Jinnipher a vial of Venom.

[Mencot]

"Th's table looks good." The big man said.

Excellent, I have searched long for an item such as that. Let us talk.

Vindsval walks with the Axe festooned warrior to one of the sturdier empty tables to the side of the room. He looks the man up and down, taking his size and strength.

Yes, I believe it would.

He lays a sword on the table,forged of a darker metal, polished yet devoid of gleam, a serrated tip designed to rip and tear as much as pierce or slash.

He then lays a shirt of fine scaled armor beside it.

What do you think of these Master Keliim?

He didn´t sit down yet but put the flask of Crimson Haze on the table beside the weapon and armor. "Might fine, items ye got h're master... I apoligize I didst nay catch ty name. Howst rude o' me not tae ask 'nd properly introduce meself. I go by th' name o' Keliim, Keliim th' warrior, as ye seem'd tae know already."

He run his fingers over the scaled armor, he could feel it warm and bright, as the armor was somehow alive.

Next he picked up the sword, it was dark, he could feel that maybe a dark user had vielded it sometime a long time ago. A real contrast to the armor but it was elegantly made greatsword, the blade hued in black. He balanced it in his hand, then he swinged it in the air a few times with one hand. Somehow he could not get it to hold well. He examined the hilt, imbuding a gem here would make it more balanced. What did that book he once read in the library, say about black blade swords."Hmm perfect." He said and dropped and bag of 200 gold next to the flask of Haze. "Wouldst th's be enough for th'se fine items."

And then sat down. "As I am always intrested in history, wh't be th' history of th'se weapons?"

Edited August 26, 2016 by Mencot

[Asphalt]

Agreed.

Vindsval exchanges the Lethauros Mail: SP: 4. Prismatic armor bright enough to banish darkness. You can feel the dragon watching you as your continue on your journey, aiding you in your hunt. The wearer takes half damage from Demon and Dark type enemies. Suitable for anyone, body wear., And Vampire's Court Sword (WP:12 1/3 chance to cause bleeding; always causes bleeding to humanoids; great sword.) For the haze and gold.

I am Vindsval, called the Half Born. Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of the Wanderer. We are well met Keliim. The blade's history I know not. It is a recent acquisition of mine. There is one known as Sorrow who could tell you of its origins. The armor, that is another story. It is crafted from the skin of the Supreme Hunter Lethauros

The giant reaches into his trophies pouch and removes the fragment of claw he collected from the beast.

It is a tale long in the telling. If you would sit for a while I would be happy to tell it. I promised the warrior his legacy would not die with him.

Vindsval passes the claw to Keliim and recounts the tale of the quest to fell the mighty dragon lord Lethauros.

[JimBee]

Keliim starts to leave to find a free table but before he does he closes in on Jinni. "But ye knowst sweetheart, I be always up for a drink o' two. I canst see th't ye habt been around 'nd canst hold up yer own in a battle. So I bet ye habt many fine stories tae tell, so ye be welcome tae join us, after mi 'nd our green friend h're hast come up withst a deal. He says with a wink and puts a laugh after.

"Tch, forget it. You wouldn't know a good deal if it slapped you in the face. The ogre just had a field day ripping you off, pal."

With that, Jinnipher stormed off.

Seeing the Moon Elf unable to afford her intended purchase, Zanna approaches her. "I do not think this is what you seek, but if it would aid you, I would be glad to give it," she says, freely offering Jinnipher a vial of Venom.

"Huh?" She whipped around angrily, but appraised the vial and its owner. "You look like you need it more than me, sister. You look like you're new here. A word of advice, stay away from barbarians with brains smaller than their gold pouches."

[Mencot]

I am Vindsval, called the Half Born. Scorpion Knight, First Paladin of the Wanderer. We are well met Keliim. The blade's history I know not. It is a recent acquisition of mine. There is one known as Sorrow who could tell you of its origins. The armor, that is another story. It is crafted from the skin of the Supreme Hunter Lethauros

The giant reaches into his trophies pouch and removes the fragment of claw he collected from the beast.

It is a tale long in the telling. If you would sit for a while I would be happy to tell it. I promised the warrior his legacy would not die with him.

Vindsval passes the claw to Keliim and recounts the tale of the quest to fell the mighty dragon lord Lethauros.

"Braw tae meit ye Vindsval, it be an honor tae meet a Paladin h're in Eubric 'nd Heroica. Especially one withst manners 'nd a clear path for th' good doin'.

Keliim takes the claw with his both hands spins it around and is impressed with the size of, because his hands are not small but he almost has to grab it with both.

"A drake, ye say." Keliim said with a impressed gaze in his eyes. He had encountered dragons before but not of this size, this had to been a elder dragon. "I woulst be please tae hear th' story o' this mighty hunter 'nd its life 'nd fall."

Edited August 25, 2016 by Mencot

[Yzalirk]

Addok-Zo notices that the elf stormed off angrily. He overhears her remark about the barbarian and just laughs. He approaches her and speaks. "The ones with the intelligence of a rock are the easiest to take advantage of."

[Siercon and Coral]

Seeing the Moon Elf unable to afford her intended purchase, Zanna approaches her. "I do not think this is what you seek, but if it would aid you, I would be glad to give it," she says, freely offering Jinnipher a vial of Venom.

Siercon watched as the various guild members broke off into twos leaving the green and green newcomer alone. Siercon approached.

"Welcome, it is always an honor to see new faces in our midst. My name is Siercon." He said with a voice that didn't match the blacked aura. He held out his hand for a handshake and sat down... curious how the new one would respond.

"And that there is a fine dagger indeed. May I see it?" He asked politely with a gesture.

He secretly poised the question ironically as he had wielded it quite often, and not too long ago...