Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Yzalirk]

"Respect is earned, not given out." Addok-Zo says. "Besides, you don't scare me, boy."

[JimBee]

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.

"Whatever. When you want to make some gold you know where to find me." Instead of taking the offered seat she turned her back and continued her conversation with the wrinked-looking man.

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.

Jinnipher raised an eyebrow. "Respect? Sure, okay."

"Respect is earned, not given out." Addok-Zo says. "Besides, you don't scare me, boy."

"Like you said. But yeah you tell him pal." She sounded bored, but then looked between Lind and the tall elf he stood in front of, and smirked. She also made note of the multiple heroes telling the wrinkled man off. "He's just trying to look tough in front of his girlfriend. He probably wouldn't have even thought to bother you otherwise." She casually tossed her hair and winked to the armored elf.

[Lind Whisperer]

"Respect is earned, not given out." Addok-Zo says. "Besides, you don't scare me, boy."

Lind chuckled at the Wakorian's attempt to intimidate him.

"Quite true.

Outside the Hall.

Inside, we talk respectfully, even if we completely disagree with what the other person is saying.

Son."

Edited August 26, 2016 by Lind Whisperer

[Kintobor]

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."

"Respect is earned, not given out." Addok-Zo says. "Besides, you don't scare me, boy."

"Where I hail from, it's, um, called courtesy." Annienal states. She was growing impatient of the man before her. She didn't feel terribly brave, but she would not have someone of his ilk insulting others.

[Yzalirk]

Lind chuckled at the Wakorian's attempt to intimidate him.

"Quite true.

Outside the Hall.

Inside, we use a civil tone.

Son."

Addok-Zo begins to laugh. "Son?" His laughter grows even greater. "I'm 135 years old and you're what, like 20?" He laughs again. "I see, you're trying to act all big and bad in front of your friends. Understandable. I'll show you bad." He snarls.

"Where I hail from, it's, um, called courtesy." Annienal states. She was growing impatient of the man before her. She didn't feel terribly brave, but she would not have someone of his ilk insulting others.

"We come from two different places, miss."

Edited August 26, 2016 by Goliath

[Siercon and Coral]

Siercon took the chair Jinnipher refused, and sat back lazily watching Link and Addok-Zo Obbex exchange. "Ah, Peacocks posturing! Lovely... And by that, I mean 'they' *Cough* are the size of a pea." Siercon said flippantly squinting towards their waist area through his magnifying glass. Snapping it back into his bag he finished. "Anyways, run along now, tell us who comes out on top. Dibs on the losers shoes." Siercon smacked Lind on the shoulder. He knew Lind would take the fake jibes as harmless as they were, but was curious to see how the new grizzled orcish fellow would respond...

"Where I hail from, it's, um, called courtesy." Annienal states. She was growing impatient of the man before her. She didn't feel terribly brave, but she would not have someone of his ilk insulting others.

"Oo, perhaps a team bout!" Siercon said with fake excitement. "Jinn and Addo Zo Bo can be team In-stink with a yellow banner, Lind and Annie can be the red team of Valor!, and Marshwiggle here, with me as the burnt puff of smoke will be in the blue corner all mystic like." Siercon figured his words didn't really make much sense, but focused on fluidly speaking them quickly, grasping for witty rather than wise. Sometimes it's more fun to say random stuff with quick fluid confidence, than to stutter out epic truth. Besides, it seemed like "Terry" over there has the right idea for such a peaceful day...

Edited August 26, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[JimBee]

"Oo, perhaps a team bout!" Siercon said with fake excitement. "Jinn and Addo Zo Bo can be team In-stink with a yellow banner, Lind and Annie can be the red team of Valor!, and Marshwiggle here, with me as the burnt puff of smoke will be in the blue corner all mystic like." Siercon figured his words didn't really make much sense, but focused on fluidly speaking them quickly, grasping for witty rather than wise. Sometimes it's more fun to say random stuff with quick fluid confidence, than to stutter out epic truth. Besides, it seemed like "Terry" over there has the right idea for such a peaceful day...

Jinnipher shot Siercon a nasty look. "I have no intention of fighting this girl, or fighting with this rotten avocado. Mind your damn business, smokey."

[Flipz]

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

"The challenges faced by my first tribe no longer gave me challenge. After I left Kalma, I heard that joining the tribe of Heroica would give stronger enemies. From what the other Heroicans have said, the...rumors?...about Heroica are correct."

"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 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.

"I am...hm...you have done something I did not think you would do. We Selkreeth are rare, and we almost never teach others our words. Your...word-seeing...of [[Keeper-of-Wisdom's-Blade]] seems very close. Did you know a Selkreeth before me?" Whether he knew the word beforehand or simply made a good guess, Zanna is impressed by the Siercon's reasoning of her native tongue--an impression that is only improved by his next statement.

"'Bleed'...that seems like the word. Though where I come from, the blood is not often red. You are very good at this...know...ing? of words."

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."

"I know of the people of which you speak...Lhkasthiv in our words. At times they will wander into Kalma. Hard shells. Tough to kill, but bad in a fight. They like to look hard at the night sky. They do not live well in the...swamp, is the word?" The word still does not sound right to her, and she makes a face at its awkwardness, but she makes do. "These...mek-an-ik-ul men...sound like strong enemies. They would make for a good fight."

The argument between the Lind, the Siercon, the Addok-Zo and the Juniper--or was it the Jinn?--moves quickly, too quickly for Zanna to follow. She is, however, quick enough to understand that a battle was being fought here, if not with fists or blades. *What strange weaponry is this?** she wonders, * And when will I be trained in its usage?*

Edited August 26, 2016 by Flipz

[Asphalt]

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.

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.

The giant lays a quieting hand lightly on Annie's shoulder. He speaks slowly so even the fools among them could understand.

Calm yourself Annie, the day when I could so easily take an insult from one such as this is far behind me now. This is the problem when we are forbidden the outlet to settle such things as this by our leaders. They have created a place where children can behave as Men, and men as children. I have heard there was once an arena where such disputes could be settled, but I believe it is no longer. Take no more notice of him than you would a biting fly, but know just as assuredly you could swat him with the same ease. The same can be taken account of a number in these walls at the moment.

​He asks her in a far lighter tone, as light as his throat could manage at any rate.

You have returned to our friends in Tridentia? Tell me, how do they fare? Does the town still stand? What of young Luke? He is perhaps a young man at this point. How is the lad?

[Mencot]

Keliim returns the claw to Vindsval and then he listen to the tale of Lethauros.

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.

"I thank thee master Vindsval for sharin' th tale o' Lethauros, may his legend live oan forever."

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.

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

Keliim turns his head and look at the elf and the new strange loudmouthed humaniod, smiles and says,

"Aye there ist always those who tend tae thin' they art th' center of existence."

"But gettin back tae th' story of drakes, it be one thin' tae meet a drake 'nd survive tae encounter but tae meet one in battle 'nd slay one." He pauses "That takes strength 'nd courage. Th're was a huge storm awhile ago, hear some ancient drake was behind it. Nearly extinct th's whoile place...

But before Keliim could continue to ask Vinsval about it the green giant see an old friend of his and leaves the table.

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?

When he sees the two hug eachother, it puts a smile on his face. "Real frindship, tay little o' th't in this world. We willst finsih th' storytellin' an other time th'n."

He starts to look around for his direwolf. "Wh're didst that wolf go again?"

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."

Then he notices the direwolf sneaking up on the strange humaniod called Addok-Zo, the wolf sniffs the newcomer. Keliim says to the wolf in animalspeech,

"What ye be doin' get back h're."

"Woov woov( this one is strange and he insulted you. And iam hungry, can I eat him!)"

The big man signals the wolf to get back, "Nay every insult ist worth noticing, especially if it comes from th' mouth o' a dumwit who try tae start an argument withst everyone he meets. Better tae ignore those, Anger resides in the lap of fools."

"'nd if ye be hungry I willst get ye some rawmeat at th' same time I get miself a mug of mead."

The wolf snarls at Addok-Zo and then starts to return to Keliim "Wroorl woof (Oh well, he is lucky this time. And he did smell strange, probably tastes bad also.)"

Edited August 26, 2016 by Mencot

[Khorne]

The doors of the Hall were pushed wide open and sunlight bursted in. With his usual swagger Eric the Nord re-entered the Hall after a long time. The Hall might've forgotten about him, but he had not forgotten about the Hall's free drinks. With a trademark cocky grin and rolling shoulders as he stepped Eric made his way through the Hall. His eyes went from left to right, scanning the faces of those currently residing in the Hall of Heroica. There didn't seemed to be any sight of Kheyli the Barbarian who Eric had met the last time he was here, nor was there sight of his friends, be it Jon, Hybros or Lawrence. Instead there were a lot of new faces, but none seemed to interesting. In fact, one even had a really ugly mug. Like he was dropped on his head as a baby and then stepped on by a mammoth. Eric chuckled slightly as he imagined the scenario. The Nord then caught eye of Jinnipher the Moon Elf. He couldn't quite remember if he had seen her before or not. She looked alright. More pleasing to the eye than most here. Eric stroked his beard and winked at her, then motioning a kiss her way. Chuckling he continued his way to the bar.

Suddenly, the Nord stopped his stride and stood still, baffled for but a mere second. He blinked in disbelief, but then smiled wide. He hightened the speed of his step and marched straight over something he had not seen before. At least not in the Hall. Not in the South, anyway. At a table, sipping a glass of water sat a small child cleaning his shield. With a more joyful aura to him than was usual, Eric sat down at the same table.

"Hail, little warrior", he said and then nodded towards the shield, "smart move, taking good care of your equipment. Your parents taught you well."

He turned over to the bar and in a booming, but not aggressive voice shouted: "Maid, ale for me and the unge here!"

Eric smiled as he waited for Scheherazade to bring the beers. The small child made him think back of his own youth in the North. Back home, when all was well. How proud he had been when he first received his sword. And how much more proud his father had been once Eric had drawn blood with said blade.

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran looked on the hectic scene in the hall while sipping on another mulled wine. He was content for the time being.

Edited August 26, 2016 by MysticModulus

[Mencot]

Before going over to order a few meads and meat, he puts the armor into his pack but he still examines closely the dark greatsword impressed with it. Looking at the hilt again, he remembered how the book say, "~to forge the Black blade sword, one has to be in possession of a Ethereal diamond and with skill imbue it within the blades crosspiece~."

Thinking out loud, mumbling "Diamonds canst be hard sometimes to get a hold on but where shall I find this ethereal diamond" Then he gets up walks over to the bar and orders a raw meatpiece for his wolf and two mugs of mead. He watches the argument or what to call it between the four heroica members and shakes his head as he walks back to the table.

Edited August 26, 2016 by Mencot

[Siercon and Coral]

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."

"Apologies, my jokes are not to make light in the memory of your suffering. My name is Siercon. As for your mechanical men, they are not only created by humans. They have been created by many, even those beyond our stars. In fact from what you describe, it is possibly more likely they are related to the species Invader Kaz led against us." (Quest #122)

"Giz was that crazy Taco bot's name right Lind?"

"I am...hm...you have done something I did not think you would do. We Selkreeth are rare, and we almost never teach others our words. Your...word-seeing...of [[Keeper-of-Wisdom's-Blade]] seems very close. Did you know a Selkreeth before me?" Whether he knew the word beforehand or simply made a good guess, Zanna is impressed by the Siercon's reasoning of her native tongue--an impression that is only improved by his next statement.

"'Bleed'...that seems like the word. Though where I come from, the blood is not often red. You are very good at this...know...ing? of words."

"No, I'm sad I have not before, but would like to learn more. If it would help... feel free to speak easy, and laugh if words I try are bad?" Siercon put an inflection on the last bit as to phrase it as a question.

Jinnipher shot Siercon a nasty look. "I have no intention of fighting this girl, or fighting with this rotten avocado. Mind your damn business, smokey."

Siercon simply smiled at her.

Edited August 26, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[Yzalirk]

"I know of the people of which you speak...Lhkasthiv in our words. At times they will wander into Kalma. Hard shells. Tough to kill, but bad in a fight. They like to look hard at the night sky. They do not live well in the...swamp, is the word?" The word still does not sound right to her, and she makes a face at its awkwardness, but she makes do. "These...mek-an-ik-ul men...sound like strong enemies. They would make for a good fight."

"What they lack in brawn, they make up in brains. They are smart and they help us out with anything that is... complicated. So in return, we protect them. But the mechanical-men are the worst plague we've ever seen in Abra. The elongated droughts and sandstorms are nothing compared to them. They just kill-kill-kill, with no motive."

He starts to look around for his direwolf. "Wh're didst that wolf go again?"

Then he notices the direwolf sneaking up on the strange humaniod called Addok-Zo, the wolf sniffs the newcomer. Keliim says to the wolf in animalspeech,

"What ye be doin' get back h're."

"Woov woov( this one is strange and he insulted you. And iam hungry, can I eat him!)"

The big man signals the wolf to get back, "Nay every insult ist worth noticing, especially if it comes from th' mouth o' a dumwit who try tae start an argument withst everyone he meets. Better tae ignore those, Anger resides in the lap of fools."

"'nd if ye be hungry I willst get ye some rawmeat at th' same time I get miself a mug of mead."

The wolf snarls at Addok-Zo and then starts to return to Keliim "Wroorl woof (Oh well, he is lucky this time. And he did smell strange, probably tastes bad also.)"

"Try living in the desert for over a hundred years, you'll eventually spoil." Addok-Zo chuckles.

"Apologies, my jokes are not to make light in the memory of your suffering. My name is Siercon. As for your mechanical men, they are not only created by humans. They have been created by many, even those beyond our stars. In fact from what you describe, it is possibly more likely they are related to the species Invader Kaz led against us." (Quest #122)

"Giz was that crazy Taco bot's name right Lind?"

Intrigued by this information, Addok-Zo takes a couple of seconds to soak it all in. "I... never thought of it that way. Nearby the mechanical-men was an airship. We didn't find a crew, at least I don't think. Maybe sky-people brought them here, I dunno. If that's the case, I dunno what to believe anymore."

[Siercon and Coral]

Intrigued by this information, Addok-Zo takes a couple of seconds to soak it all in. "I... never thought of it that way. Nearby the mechanical-men was an airship. We didn't find a crew, at least I don't think. Maybe sky-people brought them here, I dunno. If that's the case, I dunno what to believe anymore."

"I could tell you... far more..." Siercon said hesitantly, truly seeming to have much more information. "Interested?" he finished off in a whisper.

Siercon allowed a good pause before continuing in a more hushed manner.

...

Whispering so only the close in proximity could hear, Siercon started..."Harboring hate for all of mankind or creators in general is too broad, and will get you killed. But if you would like somewhere to start here are two words friend. 'Tritech Corporation'. They build airships, they build battle automata, and they stand under a banner of yellow, lime, and blue, decorated with the insignia of a trident. One would find that they are closely connected with the Ji Pei house... Who by chance are members of the Crescent Union. Rumor has it that a house war is brewing... I only mention this in case you find it helps in choosing your house and union... wisely... and gives you a good place to start asking questions... not taking heads. Again, I caution you. Hold rage loosely. Because, as I showed before; Automata are in a great many places, and used and corrupted by a great many ill willed people. So be diligent to find your facts out, and note... ... if you ever end up hurting good people like Tritech's Nicole Tesla... I will destroy you."

Siercon ended with a wink, a sly smile, and a pat on the shoulder... For the last part of his speech, he didn't hold back his blacked aura from both his Darkphibbian Cloak, and Immortal Essence. Combined with his black smoke figure, he really was like a 'little black rain cloud' hovering over the honey tree...(Pooh reference)...

"If you don't know what to believe, we can find out together. For now... Self control and facts... Agreed?"

Siercon ended with a gentle query and stopped with only the two requests, thinking that perhaps adhering to more than those two might prove difficult or over annoying for the new hero...

Edited August 27, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[Yzalirk]

After years of living in what he believed to be the truth, Addok-Zo finds truth and conviction in the figure's speech. "Agreed." He lets loose his arm across his chest again as a sign of respect.

[Siercon and Coral]

After years of living in what he believed to be the truth, Addok-Zo finds truth and conviction in the figure's speech. "Agreed." He lets loose his arm across his chest again as a sign of respect.

Siercon intently copied the arm gesture in return, and casually took a seat back at the table, hoping to catch more unusual words from Zannaqin.

Edited August 27, 2016 by Siercon and Coral

[Waterbrick Down]

Boris Bruhalv, entered Heroica Hall once more noting the rather sparse condition of the quest board before heading up to join in the conversation upstairs. Nodding in greeting to both Ezeran and Keliim, the cleric took a seat next to Vindsval. "Good day my green friend, seems as there is quite a commotion going on here. New comers?"

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran raises his glass to greet Boris and nods.

[Flipz]

"Apologies, my jokes are not to make light in the memory of your suffering. My name is Siercon. As for your mechanical men, they are not only created by humans. They have been created by many, even those beyond our stars. In fact from what you describe, it is possibly more likely they are related to the species Invader Kaz led against us." (Quest #122)

"Giz was that crazy Taco bot's name right Lind?"

"No, I'm sad I have not before, but would like to learn more. If it would help... feel free to speak easy, and laugh if words I try are bad?" Siercon put an inflection on the last bit as to phrase it as a question.

"Mek-an-ik-ul men come from the stars?" Zannaqim ponders the strange possibilities offered by this strange revelation.

"There are many things to learn, but words do not work well to teach them. My people talk more with our weapons than with our words. I hope we may join in battle so you may see it." Zanna looks around expectantly, wondering when the tribe elders would lead them into battle. Or perhaps the Siercon was the tribe elder and wished to first examine the tribe's new resources? Though there were others...the Arthur from before, and the large green figure that had not yet introduced himself--*or herself,* Zanna chides herself gently, the foreign races had always been difficult to discern. Either could be an elder of the tribe, based on their experienced bearing and wide array of armament. *There are many new customs to this tribe, I will have to watch carefully to learn them.*

"What they lack in brawn, they make up in brains. They are smart and they help us out with anything that is... complicated. So in return, we protect them. But the mechanical-men are the worst plague we've ever seen in Abra. The elongated droughts and sandstorms are nothing compared to them. They just kill-kill-kill, with no motive."

Intrigued by this information, Addok-Zo takes a couple of seconds to soak it all in. "I... never thought of it that way. Nearby the mechanical-men was an airship. We didn't find a crew, at least I don't think. Maybe sky-people brought them here, I dunno. If that's the case, I dunno what to believe anymore."

"Lhkasthiv are smart, but not wise. Many things in Kalma do not like when things look at them. They eat a lot of lost Lhkasthiv. If mek-an-ik-ul men come from the stars...Lhkasthiv like to look at the stars a lot, maybe mek-an-ik-ul men also do not like when things look at them?" It was the closest she could come to an explanation for the beings' behavior, but it seemed to match the behavior of the creatures of Kalma. She twirls her new dagger proudly, approving of the speed with which her new tribe was bringing her newer, stronger foes. Now all that remains, to her eyes, is the actual battle, though she knows better than to rush off in seeking it without the elders' leadership.

---------------

At Sorrow's quiet table, the murmurs of desert automata finally reach Arthur's ears. The Skirmisher frowns. "Here," he says, sliding his Ethereal Topaz over to Sorrow. "Thormanil dropped me a Z-Mail a while back, says he'd like to trade me a Grating Stone for it--and if he tries to give you extra Gold, tell him no, he gets the friend price, I insist. Anyway, add the stone to Guts' pile, and this too while you're at it." Arthur counts out a pouch containing 250 gold, hoping the Marauder would arrive before his next departure but not trusting his luck. "I'll be back soon, but just in case. I need to go talk to a man about an automaton."

Arthur stands and approaches the knot of new and relatively new Heroes that had formed around Zannaqim, specifically directing his attention to Addok-zo. He sketches something on a parchment, relying mostly on memory of the day and the night he had fought the specific foes that had come to mind, then shows the drawing to the Ranger:

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear...you fought automata? In the desert? They wouldn't happen to have looked like this, would they?" The Skirmisher seems rather worried by the thought.

Edited August 27, 2016 by Flipz

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran wasn't troubled by the talk of rampant automata from space. He had more pressing threats to concern about from other realms. Ezeran walks over to the notice board and posts a small note before returning to his seat with another mulled wine.

The note read:

"Practical and warm hood for sale, perfect for meeting undead and others. Ask Ezeran Yavarr if interested: Hood of the Elementalist (SP:1, *Absorbs darkness*; headwear, suitable to anyone)"

Edited August 27, 2016 by MysticModulus

[Mencot]

Boris Bruhalv, entered Heroica Hall once more noting the rather sparse condition of the quest board before heading up to join in the conversation upstairs. Nodding in greeting to both Ezeran and Keliim, the cleric took a seat next to Vindsval. "Good day my green friend, seems as there is quite a commotion going on here. New comers?"

Keliim raises his mug of mead and nods his head when he sees his old friend.

[Palathadric]

"Hail, little warrior", he said and then nodded towards the shield, "smart move, taking good care of your equipment. Your parents taught you well."

"Thank you! It's always important to keep equipment shiny, otherwise the people I'm trying to help might think I'm a bad guy. They never keep their equipment nice and shiny, you know? Are you a hero too?"

[Asphalt]

Boris Bruhalv, entered Heroica Hall once more noting the rather sparse condition of the quest board before heading up to join in the conversation upstairs. Nodding in greeting to both Ezeran and Keliim, the cleric took a seat next to Vindsval. "Good day my green friend, seems as there is quite a commotion going on here. New comers?"

Well met Boris. May your god's ever favor you with their light upon your Path. A commotion? it is at that. Some who seem to be lovers of diversity, while others deem only themselves and their own ilk to be relevant. A common theme among men and beast is it not? How have you fared recently? Anything of note since we last spoke?

Keliim raises his mug of mead and nods his head when he sees his old friend.

Vindsvla notices Keliim's solute.

Know you the Northerner?

​He attempts to direct Annieanal away from the throng.

Come Annie, tell us what you have gleaned of dragons from your tome. I would know if you have learned of the So Named Father of Dragons. I was given glimpses of his history, but much remains a mystery to me. What did the scholars of old know of him?

Edited August 27, 2016 by Asphalt