Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Flipz]

"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.

"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."

Zanna shrugs, stowing the vial back in her belt-pouch. "If that is what you wish. In truth, I was told that this venom would make a weapon drain my enemy of life like the weapons of my home land, but it seems I..." Zanna opens and closes her mouth a few times, struggling with the unfamiliar words. "...that the way of the drain of the life is not the same, and I do not know the Common for the way I would seek." The Selkreeth frowns, clearly frustrated with her tenuous grasp of such a complex yet somehow near-universal language.

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."

Zanna's frown deepens. "Do you think that is the Common phrase for what happened to me? 'Take advantage of', I mean?"

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...

Zanna is surprised to see the blackened shade, but holds back her instinct to draw back; to show fear would not be appropriate for a member of such a courageous tribe. "I...am Zannaqim" she says, accepting the Battle Mage's handshake. "If this dagger draws you, you may of course examine it," she replies, offering Sven's Dagger for inspection. "It was recently given to me by another of this tribe, one called the Arthur. I had heard of the greatness of your tribe in battle, but not of its...gen-er-os-i-ty. It may be some time before I am able to hold to that standard." As she had with the Arthur, Zanna draws out the syllables of the unfamiliar word, gingerly testing to see if she had used it correctly.

[Siercon and Coral]

Zanna shrugs, stowing the vial back in her belt-pouch. "If that is what you wish. In truth, I was told that this venom would make a weapon drain my enemy of life like the weapons of my home land, but it seems I..." Zanna opens and closes her mouth a few times, struggling with the unfamiliar words. "...that the way of the drain of the life is not the same, and I do not know the Common for the way I would seek." The Selkreeth frowns, clearly frustrated with her tenuous grasp of such a complex yet somehow near-universal language.

Siercon watched the discourse... he liked puzzles. And people translating ideas and concepts into their own language was a favorite for him. It seemed to make life simpler... black and white.

"No, green one. Your venom is not as good as that. She only wanted the big venom like this one." Siercon pulled out his everlasting venom to show her the difference in the bottles and consistency. "​This doesn't come off... ever." He said motioning to his spear.

Zanna's frown deepens. "Do you think that is the Common phrase for what happened to me? 'Take advantage of', I mean?"

"Haha, no. She meant him." he said. "It means... " He hesitated, this concept was a rather hard one to break down simply...

Edited August 26, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[Flipz]

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A fair distance across the Hall, Arthur happens to notice Zannaqim drawing a crowd. He smiles, fondly remembering his own first entrance into the Hall. Upon seeing Siercon sign and release a pink parchment, he strokes his stubble, before reaching into a pocket and sending a Z-mail of his own to a very different recipient.

[Lind Whisperer]

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.

"Whisperer. Lind Whisperer."

"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."

"You tried to get him to sell it for a hundred and fifty..."

Shaking his head, Lind walked across the room towards Siercon and Zanna.

Zanna is surprised to see the blackened shade, but holds back her instinct to draw back; to show fear would not be appropriate for a member of such a courageous tribe. "I...am Zannaqim" she says, accepting the Battle Mage's handshake. "If this dagger draws you, you may of course examine it," she replies, offering Sven's Dagger for inspection. "It was recently given to me by another of this tribe, one called the Arthur. I had heard of the greatness of your tribe in battle, but not of its...gen-er-os-i-ty. It may be some time before I am able to hold to that standard." As she had with the Arthur, Zanna draws out the syllables of the unfamiliar word, gingerly testing to see if she had used it correctly.

He held out a hand. "Lind Whisperer." Edited August 26, 2016 by Lind Whisperer

[Siercon and Coral]

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A fair distance across the Hall, Arthur happens to notice Zannaqim drawing a crowd. He smiles, fondly remembering his own first entrance into the Hall. Upon seeing Siercon sign and release a pink parchment, he strokes his stubble, before reaching into a pocket and sending a Z-mail of his own to a very different recipient.

"Ah, drat!" Siercon makes a futile wave at the parchment as he seemingly prematurely released it and it escapes him... "It will come back." He says to Zanna. "When it does, you should grab it, sign your name on it, and you could win some nice things."

Siercon did not notice Arthur standing in the corner, but wondered where he was...

Siercon inspected the dagger carefully noting that it was indeed Arthurs... and twirled it in his hand. Showing either some familiarity with this exact dagger, or a proficiency in knives...(which he did not have).

"Arthur is indeed a great warrior, and Generous. I doubt you're the first he has given even this exact dagger to aid in battle with before. treasure it, it may be small, but it has fallen dragons and angels." He said respectfully returning the blade.

Noting Lind, he decided to interject an introduction.

"Lind, Zanna; Zanna, Lind" He supplied complete with hand motions and pulling out a seat for Lind.

Edited August 26, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[Yzalirk]

Zanna's frown deepens. "Do you think that is the Common phrase for what happened to me? 'Take advantage of', I mean?"

Overcome by confusion, Addok-Zo attempts to clarify what he said. "I was referring to the northern bloke... the one who speaks like an idiot." He scowls back at the northern man for a few seconds. "How rude of me, my name is Addok-Zo, I'm new here too. It's nice to see someone who isn't a human or an elf around here." He looks at the female elf. "No offense."

[Kintobor]

"How rude of me, my name is Addok-Zo, I'm new here too. It's nice to see someone who isn't a human or an elf around here." He looks at the female elf. "No offense."

Annienal perked up from her book, squinting her eyes at the new comer, placing her helmet over her head before laying her book down. She lowered her visor and watched the weird looking man. "May I, um, ask who are you referring to?"

Edited August 26, 2016 by Kintobor

[Siercon and Coral]

Annienal perked up from her book, squinting her eyes at the new comer, placing her helmet over her head before laying her book down. She lowered her visor and watched the weird looking man. "May I, um, ask who are you referring to?"

Siercon chuckled. These kind of awkward interactions made his day. And if they were particularly good, they would make his week. He always had a motto or passive goal... "Be there, or ideally be the one to catch, all the embarrassing moments." There was nothing evil or black-mailish about it. He just figured what good is an embarrassing moment if no one was there to laugh... including, truly, though honestly less ideally, the ones that happened to him. So he watched.

[Asphalt]

"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."

Vindsval reclaims the claw and returns it to his pouch. He then proceeds to complete the story about the hunt for and battle with the elder wyrm.

.....it was then as the great beast drew his final breath the I promised him his legend would not die with him. The first to hear the tale was the boy who sent us to find the falling star. That youngling carries with him to this day the claw the to the one you just held. Though he caused much destruction Lethauros was truly a noble soul. I pray he found the hunt he sought upon his next Path.

"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.

He watches the spoiled elfling traipse away in her ever present huff.

The years have not touched that one, she is still ever the petulant child. Perhaps on day she will meet someone she deems worthy of respect.

Overcome by confusion, Addok-Zo attempts to clarify what he said. "I was referring to the northern bloke... the one who speaks like an idiot." He scowls back at the northern man for a few seconds. "How rude of me, my name is Addok-Zo, I'm new here too. It's nice to see someone who isn't a human or an elf around here." He looks at the female elf. "No offense."

That is another strange one full of great prejudices. His ill formed opinions will not serve him well in this hall.

Annienal perked up from her book, squinting her eyes at the new comer, placing her helmet over her head before laying her book down. She lowered her visor and watched the weird looking man. "May I, um, ask who are you referring to?"

Mistress. . . err I mean Annie

Vindsval rushes forward and lifts his old friend into his massive arms and hugs her warmly. He sets her down awkwardly, hoping he didn't embarrass the young lady too overly much.

It has been far too long. How have you faired since last we spoke?

Edited August 26, 2016 by Asphalt

[Endgame]

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?"

I look up from my drink.

"Ah, yes, he did." I say, taking out the trade items and handing them to Arthur. "Some company would be nice... What's been happening? Hah, whole bunch of nothing. Godawful storm a while back, but that's all. Hall has been... Well, the inhabitants are almost never quiet, but the questboard has been remarkably hush."

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Elsewhere, a young farmboy was recovering from a bit of stupor. He had been trying stronger and stronger drinks as of late - he had been goaded into trying the second to least most martini, and it seemed the lad had hit his limit.

"What's... Hey, what's all the ruckus? That you, Jinnipher?" he says, slurring a bit.

[JimBee]

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."

"Tch, maybe the paladin got to him first. I don't see what's so trustworthy about a giant green ogre to begin with. It's not like his preaching ever got us anywhere."

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...

Jinnipher gave Siercon an annoyed look, making it clear his presence in the conversation was an interruption. She sighed. "Hello, Siercon. As you can see I was talking to this new hero here."

Zanna shrugs, stowing the vial back in her belt-pouch. "If that is what you wish. In truth, I was told that this venom would make a weapon drain my enemy of life like the weapons of my home land, but it seems I..." Zanna opens and closes her mouth a few times, struggling with the unfamiliar words. "...that the way of the drain of the life is not the same, and I do not know the Common for the way I would seek." The Selkreeth frowns, clearly frustrated with her tenuous grasp of such a complex yet somehow near-universal language.

"And where might that be, your homeland?" She looked the Selkreeth up and down. "Clearly not here."

"No, green one. Your venom is not as good as that. She only wanted the big venom like this one." Siercon pulled out his everlasting venom to show her the difference in the bottles and consistency. "​This doesn't come off... ever." He said motioning to his spear.

"Looks like everyone and their shadow has special venom. So are you just going to show that off or are you looking to sell it?"

"Whisperer. Lind Whisperer."

"You tried to get him to sell it for a hundred and fifty..."

Shaking his head, Lind walked across the room towards Siercon and Zanna.

He held out a hand. "Lind Whisperer."

Jinnipher rolled her eyes at Lind's incompetency. He didn't seem to realize she was standing right next to Siercon and the newcomer. "It's more than you or the giant offered. Can't you annoy someone else for a change?"

Overcome by confusion, Addok-Zo attempts to clarify what he said. "I was referring to the northern bloke... the one who speaks like an idiot." He scowls back at the northern man for a few seconds. "How rude of me, my name is Addok-Zo, I'm new here too. It's nice to see someone who isn't a human or an elf around here." He looks at the female elf. "No offense."

"Trust me, there are plenty of humans, orcs, and whatever the Hel you are around here."

Elsewhere, a young farmboy was recovering from a bit of stupor. He had been trying stronger and stronger drinks as of late - he had been goaded into trying the second to least most martini, and it seemed the lad had hit his limit.

"What's... Hey, what's all the ruckus? That you, Jinnipher?" he says, slurring a bit.

Interrupted again, the moon elf let out another sigh. "Hello Terry. Have you had one too many? I told you this is no place for a kid."

[Yzalirk]

Annienal perked up from her book, squinting her eyes at the new comer, placing her helmet over her head before laying her book down. She lowered her visor and watched the weird looking man. "May I, um, ask who are you referring to?"

Addok-Zo scans back to see who was talking. He notices the knight looking at him. However, he was unsure whether she was a human or an elf with her helmet on. "Not you... directly." His tone was unsettling, as usual, but he managed to let out a smile just as unnerving as his tone, his nasty teeth being somewhat visible.

That is another strange one full of great prejudices. His ill formed opinions will not serve him well in this hall.

Unhappy, Addok-Zo snaps back. "Your stench ain't serving you well."

"Trust me, there are plenty of humans, orcs, and whatever the Hel you are around here."

Addok-Zo bursts out into a short laughter. "Wakorians? I've never heard of any other Wakorian leaving home to become a member of Heroica. If you know of any, please, enlighten me."

[Flipz]

Siercon watched the discourse... he liked puzzles. And people translating ideas and concepts into their own language was a favorite for him. It seemed to make life simpler... black and white.

"No, green one. Your venom is not as good as that. She only wanted the big venom like this one." Siercon pulled out his everlasting venom to show her the difference in the bottles and consistency. "​This doesn't come off... ever." He said motioning to his spear.

"Haha, no. She meant him." he said. "It means... " He hesitated, this concept was a rather hard one to break down simply...

Zanna seems to struggle with the words again. "Yes, but...venom...is a different kind of..." As Siercon indicates his spear, she points emphatically. "That!" she exclaims. "That weapon...it is not of Selkreeth make, but it comes close. The maces of my first tribe deal wounds like that would. If I could wield such a mace, I would, but I cannot. It is a cause of...frustration." The word is still foreign, but clearly familiar to Zanna; it is clearly one she has found much use for since learning.

Shaking his head, Lind walked across the room towards Siercon and Zanna.

He held out a hand. "Lind Whisperer."

Zanna observes the Black Knight cautiously; the Lind carries an aura that seems oddly familiar to her. She starts to return the handshake, and is almost relieved when Siercon interrupts.

"Ah, drat!" Siercon makes a futile wave at the parchment as he seemingly prematurely released it and it escapes him... "It will come back." He says to Zanna. "When it does, you should grab it, sign your name on it, and you could win some nice things."

Siercon did not notice Arthur standing in the corner, but wondered where he was...

Siercon inspected the dagger carefully noting that it was indeed Arthurs... and twirled it in his hand. Showing either some familiarity with this exact dagger, or a proficiency in knives...(which he did not have).

"Arthur is indeed a great warrior, and Generous. I doubt you're the first he has given even this exact dagger to aid in battle with before. treasure it, it may be small, but it has fallen dragons and angels." He said respectfully returning the blade.

Noting Lind, he decided to interject an introduction.

"Lind, Zanna; Zanna, Lind" He supplied complete with hand motions and pulling out a seat for Lind.

Zanna nods, and almost on cue, the parchment reappears. Taking the Siercon's advice, she signs her name (or at least tries to), and the parchment promptly vanishes.

Zanna's eyes widen (if only slightly, compared to normal) at Siercon's pronouncement of her weapon's deeds. "Oh! You are [[ceremonial weapon-reader]]!" she exclaims, lapsing momentarily into her nigh-incomprehensible native tongue. "I did not expect to find one not of my kind. [[You do my weapon honor, keeper-of-wisdom's-blade. I will do it service.]]"

The Selkreeth tilts her head at Siercon's shortening of her name, but does not address it other than nodding her head in acceptance. "I...am called Zannaqim," she says to Lind, offering her hand slowly while maintaining eye contact. It took her a few moments, but she finally placed the source of her familiarity: a species of small but vicious apelike creatures that would lure in prey with their disarming appearance and whimpering murmurs, then attack once the prey's guard was lowered. *'Whisperer' would be a good Common term for the creature...but why would one term themselves that, and divulge the ruse? And more confusingly, why is the Lind named after 'ruined thread fragments in a pocket'?* Though confused, Zanna remains vigilant, having learned the hard way what the creatures of her homeland were capable of.

Overcome by confusion, Addok-Zo attempts to clarify what he said. "I was referring to the northern bloke... the one who speaks like an idiot." He scowls back at the northern man for a few seconds. "How rude of me, my name is Addok-Zo, I'm new here too. It's nice to see someone who isn't a human or an elf around here." He looks at the female elf. "No offense."

"I am Zannaqim", Zanna repeats, the phrase becoming progressively more comfortable in her mouth. "Forgive me for not...er, I do not know of the thought of which you speak. There are a great number of humans and elves in the foreign lands, yes, but why is seeing one who is not 'nice'?" She tries to indicate with her tone her understanding of the word 'nice' but not its application, but she knows her frustration at not knowing the Common word for 'understanding' had bled through and might have muddled her tone. Her frustration with Common grows.

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I look up from my drink.

"Ah, yes, he did." I say, taking out the trade items and handing them to Arthur. "Some company would be nice... What's been happening? Hah, whole bunch of nothing. Godawful storm a while back, but that's all. Hall has been... Well, the inhabitants are almost never quiet, but the questboard has been remarkably hush."

"Thanks," Arthur replies, equipping the Prayer Beads and applying the Bright Polish to his Shadeaux Cape, likely surprising no one. "I'm not surprised it's been quiet, honestly," Arthur says with a sigh, recalling what had happened. "After what a group of 'Heroes' did to the Proggs that night...and maybe a rumor or two about a certain argument that took place between Heroes on Billow...well, I'm honestly surprised the Houses haven't cut off Heroica's funding entirely. Hel, I know Mom went to Great-Aunt Zelda about that after I explained what happened, even though I asked her not to. Still, they should have come back around by now, especially since even Mom has pretty much forgiven them..." He shrugs. "Maybe there'll be a few Quests in soon. Aunt Merryweather was complaining about a couple missing Weather Mages recently, maybe I can convince her to let Heroica take a crack at it."

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"And where might that be, your homeland?" She looked the Selkreeth up and down. "Clearly not here."

"My first tribe lives in Kalma. I believe in Common it is referred to as a 'Marsh-lands'? I do not think the Selkreeth word has a word in Common."

[Lind Whisperer]

Jinnipher rolled her eyes at Lind's incompetency. He didn't seem to realize she was standing right next to Siercon and the newcomer.

"It's more than you or the giant offered. Can't you annoy someone else for a change?"

Lind mentally fiddled with that math for a moment...and decided it wasn't worth starting another argument.

"Looks like and their shadow has special venom. So are you just going to show that off or are you looking to sell it?"

"I'm guessing he was just showing it around as an example..."

Edited August 26, 2016 by Lind Whisperer

[Endgame]

Interrupted again, the moon elf let out another sigh. "Hello Terry. Have you had one too many? I told you this is no place for a kid."

"This-" says the boy, swishing his glass. "is how a kid becomes a MAN. Or, uh, so I've heard. And, yeah. I have had one too many. Because one was too many. Hoo, boy... I trust you've been doing somethin' nice lately? Holdin' your liquor or savin' princesses maybe?"

"Thanks," Arthur replies, equipping the Prayer Beads and applying the Bright Polish to his Shadeaux Cape, likely surprising no one. "I'm not surprised it's been quiet, honestly," Arthur says with a sigh, recalling what had happened. "After what a group of 'Heroes' did to the Proggs that night...and maybe a rumor or two about a certain argument that took place between Heroes on Billow...well, I'm honestly surprised the Houses haven't cut off Heroica's funding entirely. Hel, I know Mom went to Great-Aunt Zelda about that after I explained what happened, even though I asked her not to. Still, they should have come back around by now, especially since even Mom has pretty much forgiven them..." He shrugs. "Maybe there'll be a few Quests in soon. Aunt Merryweather was complaining about a couple missing Weather Mages recently, maybe I can convince her to let Heroica take a crack at it."

"Don't expect me to sign up, heh. These old bones can't do much more than a simple delivery nowadays, and even then some cartel or wolfgang thugs try to rob you. Hmph..."

[Asphalt]

After placing Annie back on her feet Vindsval notices the commotion around the newest member of the hall. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

A mash-lander, here in the city of men, what a curious Path she has taken. This could be very interesting.

[Lind Whisperer]

The Selkreeth tilts her head at Siercon's shortening of her name, but does not address it other than nodding her head in acceptance. "I...am called Zannaqim," she says to Lind, offering her hand slowly while maintaining eye contact. It took her a few moments, but she finally placed the source of her familiarity: a species of small but vicious apelike creatures that would lure in prey with their disarming appearance and whimpering murmurs, then attack once the prey's guard was lowered. *'Whisperer' would be a good Common term for the creature...but why would one term themselves that, and divulge the ruse? And more confusingly, why is the Lind named after 'ruined thread fragments in a pocket'?* Though confused, Zanna remains vigilant, having learned the hard way what the creatures of her homeland were capable of.

"Pleasure." Lind accepted the hand, but sensing the strange uneasiness Zanna was projecting, did not try to prolong the experience.

"My first tribe lives in Kalma. I believe in Common it is referred to as a 'Marsh-lands'? I do not think the Selkreeth word has a word in Common."

"Swamp, maybe?"

[Flipz]

"This-" says the boy, swishing his glass. "is how a kid becomes a MAN. Or, uh, so I've heard. And, yeah. I have had one too many. Because one was too many. Hoo, boy... I trust you've been doing somethin' nice lately? Holdin' your liquor or savin' princesses maybe?"

"Don't expect me to sign up, heh. These old bones can't do much more than a simple delivery nowadays, and even then some cartel or wolfgang thugs try to rob you. Hmph..."

"Hmm..." Arthur looks around cautiously. "Listen...you didn't hear this from me, but according to a few of my Town Watch buddies...the Wolfgang aren't in the thug business anymore...like, at all. Apparently, they've started cracking down hard on anyone who tries thieving or threatening in their name. There's even been a few splinter groups popping up, but so far the Wolfgang have managed to drive them out of Eubric entirely...when they haven't just dropped them, bound and gagged, in front of the Town Watch headquarters, with a wolfhead-branded coin at their feet." Arthur shakes his head. "I wouldn't have believed it myself, if Nevron hadn't shown me the sketches he made himself. I don't know what their game it, but it's definitely not what it used to be..."

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"Pleasure." Lind accepted the hand, but sensing the strange uneasiness Zanna was projecting, did not try to prolong the experience.

"Swamp, maybe?"

"Perhaps...it seems short for a word in Common. Common words...much of the time I need many to say what just a few of my own would say. And I know that part of our word includes the meaning of 'thing-that-the-spear-of-the-Siercon-does', which I do not know how to say in Common."

[Kintobor]

Mistress. . . err I mean Annie

Vindsval rushes forward and lifts his old friend into his massive arms and hugs her warmly. He sets her down awkwardly, hoping he didn't embarrass the young lady too overly much.

It has been far too long. How have you faired since last we spoke?

Annienal squealed as she was lifted of the ground and brought into Vindsval's embrace. Despite her gangly height, Vindsval managed to lift her out of her chair and off her feet. Soon realizing who it was who had picked her up, Annienal blushes as she's set down. "Oh, well, um... mistress isn't really the word I'd use to define me." Annienal explains. "It, um, has been a while. I, um, haven't been doing much. I helped out the people in Tridentia with a pirate problem. Oh, um, Luke says "hello". Other than that, I've been sitting around here, reading." She lifts up her current book, a book on dragons.

Addok-Zo scans back to see who was talking. He notices the knight looking at him. However, he was unsure whether she was a human or an elf with her helmet on. "Not you... directly." His tone was unsettling, as usual, but he managed to let out a smile just as unnerving as his tone, his nasty teeth being somewhat visible.

Unhappy, Addok-Zo snaps back. "Your stench ain't serving you well."

Smoke slowly began to billow out of the holes of Annienal's visor, lifting up into the air in a manner similar to that of a dragon preparing to roast his enemies. "I'd, um... advise you to refer to my friend and myself in a nicer tone, um, please." She asked in a calm demeanour.

Edited August 26, 2016 by Kintobor

[JimBee]

"This-" says the boy, swishing his glass. "is how a kid becomes a MAN. Or, uh, so I've heard. And, yeah. I have had one too many. Because one was too many. Hoo, boy... I trust you've been doing somethin' nice lately? Holdin' your liquor or savin' princesses maybe?"

Jinnipher grinned. "That's a boy, Terry. Here, have another." She took a swig from her flask before passing it to the mage. "A little bit of both. Probably many princesses, I just saved the whole city. I'm guessing you've just been here. You're too young to be wasting away at the tavern."

Addok-Zo bursts out into a short laughter. "Wakorians? I've never heard of any other Wakorian leaving home to become a member of Heroica. If you know of any, please, enlighten me."

Jinnipher gave a small sneer. "I don't know what the Hel a Walk-o-rion is but I've seen plenty just as ugly as you."

"My first tribe lives in Kalma. I believe in Common it is referred to as a 'Marsh-lands'? I do not think the Selkreeth word has a word in Common."

"I see. So what brings you from the Marshlands to city like this?"

[Siercon and Coral]

Jinnipher gave Siercon an annoyed look, making it clear his presence in the conversation was an interruption. She sighed. "Hello, Siercon. As you can see I was talking to this new hero here."

"Looks like everyone and their shadow has special venom. So are you just going to show that off or are you looking to sell it?"

Siercon notably smiled. "Apologies, Juniper." he said relinquishing his seat and offering it to Jinnipher. "I merely wish to join, not intrude." He smiled to himself noting the seat he had pulled out for her was directly next to Lind. A match made in heaven...

"As for the Venom. I have no current intentions, and wasn't hoping to make any today... tomorrow perhaps?" Siercon noted casually.

Zanna seems to struggle with the words again. "Yes, but...venom...is a different kind of..." As Siercon indicates his spear, she points emphatically. "That!" she exclaims. "That weapon...it is not of Selkreeth make, but it comes close. The maces of my first tribe deal wounds like that would. If I could wield such a mace, I would, but I cannot. It is a cause of...frustration." The word is still foreign, but clearly familiar to Zanna; it is clearly one she has found much use for since learning.

Zanna's eyes widen (if only slightly, compared to normal) at Siercon's pronouncement of her weapon's deeds. "Oh! You are [[ceremonial weapon-reader]]!" she exclaims, lapsing momentarily into her nigh-incomprehensible native tongue. "I did not expect to find one not of my kind. [[You do my weapon honor, keeper-of-wisdom's-blade. I will do it service.]]"

"My first tribe lives in Kalma. I believe in Common it is referred to as a 'Marsh-lands'? I do not think the Selkreeth word has a word in Common."

"Ah no sorry, I am not a keeper-of-weapons-blade unless I was the one who did it..." he noted letting the topic slide, but catching the topic before it grew.

"Perhaps...it seems short for a word in Common. Common words...much of the time I need many to say what just a few of my own would say. And I know that part of our word includes the meaning of 'thing-that-the-spear-of-the-Siercon-does', which I do not know how to say in Common."

"Perhaps you are looking for the word 'bleed'. Are you saying that your weapons cause lots of red blood to pour from your enemies...?" Siercon noted the gnarly barbs on his spear which caused bleeding.

[Yzalirk]

"I am Zannaqim", Zanna repeats, the phrase becoming progressively more comfortable in her mouth. "Forgive me for not...er, I do not know of the thought of which you speak. There are a great number of humans and elves in the foreign lands, yes, but why is seeing one who is not 'nice'?" She tries to indicate with her tone her understanding of the word 'nice' but not its application, but she knows her frustration at not knowing the Common word for 'understanding' had bled through and might have muddled her tone. Her frustration with Common grows.

Noticing that Zannaqim is not very fluent with the common-tongue, Addok-Zo does his best to respond. "From where I'm from, there are only us - Wakorians - and them strange insect people, Locustoids... I think that's what they are called. Nonetheless, they are a respectable race. Anyways, one day there was a large flying ship that crashed. Me and some of my fellow warriors went to go see what the thing was and take any salvage we could get. Most of the passengers were dead except for... the mechanical-men. There were maybe a few dozen of them, they killed most of us. Me and a few others survived." He remains quiet for a few brief seconds and points to his armor. "This used to be one of those mechanical men. From my understanding, humans are responsible for their creation."

Smoke slowly began to billow out of the holes of Annienal's visor, lifting up into the air in a manner similar to that of a dragon preparing to roast his enemies. "I'd, um... advise you to refer to my friend and myself in a nicer tone, um, please." She asked in a calm demeanour.

Addok-Zo's scowl deepens with insult. "Tone? This is my normal tone. Sorry if I don't bare the gently upbeat tone as you."

Jinnipher gave a small sneer. "I don't know what the Hel a Walk-o-rion is but I've seen plenty just as ugly as you."

Surprised by her attitude, Addok-Zo responds. "Here I thought everyone was a goody-goody. You've got spunk, I like that. It's... respectable." He crosses his right forearm and fist over his chest and slightly bows in respect. "I think we'll get along just fine." He chuckles.

[Lind Whisperer]

Siercon notably smiled. "Apologies, Juniper."

OoC:

Addok-Zo's scowl deepens with insult. "Tone? This is my normal tone. Sorry if I don't bare the gently upbeat tone as you."

The Black Knight stood up, and gently laid a hand on the Wakorian's shoulder. His fingers did not press deeply, but they still felt as strong as if they had been gripping much, much harder.

"I don't really care what tone you use. But this is Heroica Hall.

Whatever tone you use, you will use it to address other people with respect." He smiled, and looked into Addok-Zo's face. "We clear on that?"

It was said as a command, not as a question.

[Yzalirk]

Addok-Zo stands up and gets in the black knight's face. "No."

[Lind Whisperer]

Addok-Zo stands up and gets in the black knight's face. "No."

Lind smiled.

"I wasn't asking."

Edited August 26, 2016 by Lind Whisperer