Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Yzalirk]

Addok-Zo enters the hall after trekking the long road back home.  He loosens the straps that bind the rusted plate to his chest and tosses it on a table.  He proceeds to undo the armor protecting his limbs.  He catches the attention of a bar wench by gesturing with his hands.  "Water... please."  He then falls onto a chair and lets out a lough sigh.

[Kintobor]

After months of being away, Annienal opens the door to the hall, unnerved by the silence. 

"Um... hello? Is anyone there?" The smell of incense and sulphur clung to her as she made her way to the bar, every step accentuated by the clatter of her armour, shiny and chrome from her diligent maintenance.
 

On May 8, 2017 at 7:24 PM, Asphalt said:

By the Gods, that was a long Journey.  It has been long months since Grogmas.  It is good to be back home.

Vindsval tromps through the hall and slumps onto his barrel at a corner table.  He sighs and closes his eyes a moment.  When he opens them he removes a large talisman from his cloak pockets and spins it like an enormous coin on the table.

A fork in my path indeed.

"Uh... hi Vind." Annienal waves towards the hulking half-giant. "Um... long time no see."

[Palathadric]

"We are all still here," I call lazily from a corner of the room, speaking absentmindedly to the newcomer. "No apocalypse has occurred yet, so Heroica lives on, albeit quietly at present."

[Yzalirk]

As the hall doors open, Addok-Zo hears a faint timid voice speak out.  He sees the young woman knight donning her shiny armor.  He never quite understood why they keep their armor so shiny.  Perhaps to blind their enemies?  He then looks at his armor which looks like a pile of junk in comparison.  He shrugs and keeps in mind that appearances mean nothing, functionality is all that counts.  As she walks forward, the familiar scent of Sulphur pierces his nostrils.  He speaks.  "You... miss knight, you reek of Sulphur.  What lands have you returned from?  If you don't mind me asking..."

Edited May 26, 2017 by Goliath

[Kintobor]

On May 26, 2017 at 3:47 PM, Palathadric said:

"We are all still here," I call lazily from a corner of the room, speaking absentmindedly to the newcomer. "No apocalypse has occurred yet, so Heroica lives on, albeit quietly at present."

"Oh... well that's unfortunate." Annienal replies back, her voice barely reaching the figure in the back. She seemed to have arrived at a poor time.
 

On May 26, 2017 at 5:58 PM, Goliath said:

As the hall doors open, Addok-Zo hears a faint timid voice speak out.  He sees the young woman knight donning her shiny armor.  He never quite understood why they keep their armor so shiny.  Perhaps to blind their enemies?  He then looks at his armor which looks like a pile of junk in comparison.  He shrugs and keeps in mind that appearances mean nothing, functionality is all that counts.  As she walks forward, the familiar scent of Sulphur pierces his nostrils.  He speaks.  "You... miss knight, you reek of Sulphur.  What lands have you returned from?  If you don't mind me asking..."

Annienal swivels around, trying to find the source of the voice, only to find a strange looking man in ratty armour. 

"Oh... um, well, I, um, just returned from a pilgrimage. One I sort of took upon myself. I traveled to a small island off the west coast of Uland, where I made several attempts to make contact with draconic spirits as well as the spirit of the dragon that speaks to me through my helmet. I meditated for several days, focusing on the magic that flows through me and honing my abilities to better understand my Scroll of Dragon's Roar, as well as to better wield my fire magic. I was using a lot of sulphur during the ritual, mainly dusting it on myself. I, um... guess the smell hasn't fully left yet." Annienal ponders. She felt more in tune with her connection to the dragons, but she knew she could go farther. She'd just have to find more research notes to guide her.

[samurai-turtle]

On 5/8/2017 at 7:24 PM, Asphalt said:

By the Gods, that was a long Journey.  It has been long months since Grogmas.  It is good to be back home.

Vindsval tromps through the hall and slumps onto his barrel at a corner table.  He sighs and closes his eyes a moment.  When he opens them he removes a large talisman from his cloak pockets and spins it like an enormous coin on the table.

A fork in my path indeed.

Being the noise type Germ found a back door to the "Hall". It kinda seemed like it was not used very often or it was not common knowledge that the doorway even existed. 

A note was placed on the board.

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I have some items that I willing to sell off, they are the following.

Black Knight's Armor (SP:4; Protects from Stunned-effects; suitable for Black Knights; bodywear) for 150 Gold

White Ninja Cowl (Once per battle, 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) for 40 Gold

Wraps of the Steadfast Tortoise (Grants Reinforced Effect, Handwear, Suitable for Chi Monks) for 150 Gold I guess

Simple Halberd (WP: 10; halberd) for 60 Gold maybe

Red Shield (SP: 8; shield) for 80 Gold

Scroll of Blindness for 100 Gold maybe

Level-Up Mushroom for 100 Gold

I also have 5 Smoke Bombs I will sell off for cheap 2 Gold each.

The Demon Germ 

As Germ looked the place over. He spotted Vindsval and remember I was holding a couple of his blades. 

Their you are, I guess you want your "blades" back. Oh right, I gave you something to hold onto, well whenever you are ready...

Pulling out the Gaia Blade & Ignis Blade and set them on the table. As he waited for the Gold Bar to be returned back to him. 

Edited May 30, 2017 by samurai-turtle
Fixing a problem

[Asphalt]

On 5/25/2017 at 8:15 PM, Kintobor said:

After months of being away, Annienal opens the door to the hall, unnerved by the silence. 

"Um... hello? Is anyone there?" The smell of incense and sulphur clung to her as she made her way to the bar, every step accentuated by the clatter of her armour, shiny and chrome from her diligent maintenance.
 

"Uh... hi Vind." Annienal waves towards the hulking half-giant. "Um... long time no see."

At the sound of a familiar voice Vindsval lifts his eyes from the spinning medallion.

Mistre... err Annie, it does my heart good to see you. It has indeed been far too long.

2 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

Being the noise type Germ found a back door to the "Hall". It kinda seemed like it was not used very often or it was not common knowledge that the doorway even existed. 

A note was placed on the board.

As Germ looked the place over. He spotted Vindsval and remember I was holding a couple of his blades. 

Their you are, I guess you want your "blades" back. Oh right, I gave you something to hold onto, well whenever you are ready...

Pulling out the Gaia Blade & Ignis Blade and set them on the table. As he waited for the Gold Bar to be returned back to him. 

Good Returns Master Germ.  Did they aid you in your travels?  Here is the bar you left with me.

Vindsval pulls the golden brick from his bag and slides it across the table.

[UsernameMDM]

2 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

A note was placed on the board.

Hoke walks into the Hall, seeing a few familiar faces, and one that just posted a note.  He reads it and approaches the demon.

"I'll take the Level-Up Mushroom for 100 gold," he says as he places the coin onto the table.

[Palathadric]

"I will take those Wraps if you're selling them for that price." I say, handing over 150 gold.

[MysticModulus]

Ezeran enters the hall. His steps are slow and tired as he slumps down in a chair with a glass of mulled wine. Closing his eyes he relaxes as hi feeds the symbiont pork crisps. 

[Kintobor]

5 hours ago, Asphalt said:

At the sound of a familiar voice Vindsval lifts his eyes from the spinning medallion.

Mistre... err Annie, it does my heart good to see you. It has indeed been far too long.

"Agreed." Annienal replies. She pulls up a chair and rests, removing her helmet and setting it down on a nearby table. "I've been hoping to speak to someone I know more personally. I've, um... had a um... interesting couple of months. What's new with yourself?"

[samurai-turtle]

6 hours ago, Asphalt said:

Good Returns Master Germ.  Did they aid you in your travels?  Here is the bar you left with me.

Vindsval pulls the golden brick from his bag and slides it across the table.

As he put the Gold Bar away. Yes, they are useful. A little advice about the "blades". You should think about upgrading them a little bit. 

Then two familiar persons approach Germ. 

6 hours ago, UsernameMDM said:

"I'll take the Level-Up Mushroom for 100 gold," he says as he places the coin onto the table.

Sure it is yours. 

Trading the Level-Up Mushroom for the 100 Gold

3 hours ago, Palathadric said:

"I will take those Wraps if you're selling them for that price." I say, handing over 150 gold.

Their yours. 

Traded the Wraps of the Steadfast Tortoise for the 150 Gold 

Going back to the note on the board and marked off some items. 

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I have some items that I willing to sell off, they are the following.

Black Knight's Armor (SP:4; Protects from Stunned-effects; suitable for Black Knights; bodywear) for 150 Gold

White Ninja Cowl (Once per battle, 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) for 40 Gold

Wraps of the Steadfast Tortoise sold 

Simple Halberd (WP: 10; halberd) for 60 Gold maybe

Red Shield (SP: 8; shield) for 80 Gold maybe

Scroll of Blindness for 100 Gold maybe

Level-Up Mushroom sold 

I also have 5 Smoke Bombs I will sell off for cheap 2 Gold each.

The Demon Germ 

 

Edited May 30, 2017 by samurai-turtle
Fixing a problem

[Asphalt]

AS have I.  This Grogmas Season was full of mischief.  He lays the collapsed Multi-tool arm on the table. Though I came out of it with an interesting gift. I am told this will allow me to wield any weapon I choose.  I am eager to try it.  And also this.  He taps the Wanderer Medallion with a black tallied finger. The gift of the Vindicator.  A warrior of faith and punishment.  It would seem I have a decision before me.  Know you anything of that Path?  How goes your study of the Way of the Wyrm?  

[UsernameMDM]

"Thanks much."

Hoke walks over to the high backed cushioned chair by the fireplace, his usual spot, and consumes the Level-Up Mushroom.  As he chews, he fishes through his pack and pulls out the mushroom he acquired at the Whaling Wharf, wondering what it would do...

[Yzalirk]

18 hours ago, Kintobor said:

Annienal swivels around, trying to find the source of the voice, only to find a strange looking man in ratty armour. 

"Oh... um, well, I, um, just returned from a pilgrimage. One I sort of took upon myself. I traveled to a small island off the west coast of Uland, where I made several attempts to make contact with draconic spirits as well as the spirit of the dragon that speaks to me through my helmet. I meditated for several days, focusing on the magic that flows through me and honing my abilities to better understand my Scroll of Dragon's Roar, as well as to better wield my fire magic. I was using a lot of sulphur during the ritual, mainly dusting it on myself. I, um... guess the smell hasn't fully left yet." Annienal ponders. She felt more in tune with her connection to the dragons, but she knew she could go farther. She'd just have to find more research notes to guide her.

The mention of putting Sulphur on oneself reminds Addok-Zo of the stories he was told as a child.  Still, he is unsure whether or not they are true but he begins to wonder.  "Sulphur is no good for your body... at least from what I was told.  The elders speak of our origins in a rather positive way.  Me?  I dunno what to believe.  My ancestors are said to be humans who were on their own journey through the harsh wastes of Abra.  Their water rations began to quickly disappear, some began to die.  Either it be from dehydration or the scorching sun.  Eventually they came across a Sulphur field.  They knew not to drink it but they eventually broke and began to drink the contaminated water and bathe in it for several weeks while they built our city.  Blasted idiots!  Their skin began to slowly rot and look like what you see today."  He points to his face and lets out a grossly smile.  "At least that is what the elders say."  He then attempts to change the subject.  "How does one meditate for several days?  Don't ya get... bored?"

[Alfadas]

Torald walked in the Hall, a completely different man. He felt weird energy flowing through him. He walked to Ezeran. Guess what? I'm a Battle Mage now. No longer just a Barbarian. But where is that ale you promised? And can you teach me some easy starter spells? I'm new to this energy flowing around inside me. Help me give form to it, please. 

[Kintobor]

20 minutes ago, Asphalt said:

AS have I.  This Grogmas Season was full of mischief.  He lays the collapsed Multi-tool arm on the table. Though I came out of it with an interesting gift. I am told this will allow me to wield any weapon I choose.  I am eager to try it.  And also this.  He taps the Wanderer Medallion with a black tallied finger. The gift of the Vindicator.  A warrior of faith and punishment.  It would seem I have a decision before me.  Know you anything of that Path?  How goes your study of the Way of the Wyrm?  

"Well, I'm glad you've come to some amount of understanding in your path, even if it now leads to a crossroad." Annienal awkwardly shifts in her seat, looking around. She seems hesitant to tell her story, but begins. "Um... well, for myself... I went off to a small island off the west coast of Uland, and meditated for several weeks, trying to come to some sort of understanding as to how to better connect with dragons, as well as how to control the elements, and, um..." Annienal paused in hesitancy. "Well, perhaps I'd best start from the beginning, because, um... it's kind of a long story.

I'd left shortly after dealing with a man who could turn into a phoenix on my previous outing. I'd made up my mind after seeing him fly away in a burst of flames. I packed everything I needed and trekked to a secluded place. When I made it to the island, I set up a small camp and started a large bonfire. For two weeks I meditated and fasted, and after that, I spent another two weeks after taking a weeks long break to ensure I didn't starve. During my meditations, I made attempts to commune with the spirits of draconic entities, as well as Lethauros, who, I'll admit, has been speaking to me whenever I don this helmet. I've, um, also been holding onto the underdeveloped organ we found since then as well." Annienal presents the helmet crafted from the felled dragon's scales to Vindsval, her voice trill with both excitement, anticipation and fear. She does not however produce the underdeveloped organ. "Twelve days into the second meditation period... I, um, made lucid contact with Lethauros. I had managed to have vivid visions before hand, but this one was the most, um... intense.

I was, um, alone, on top of a mountain, when a large, white dragon swooped down in front of me. I wasn't. The dragon circled me until I was directly in front of his face, so close to death, yet so close to vast amounts of wisdom. We spoke at length about power, wealth, freedom, and other philosophical questions which seemed to go on for hours. Then, it opened it's mouth and blew it's fiery breath upon me. I did not perish, though. I awoke, and like instinct, I spread my wings and flew off into the horizon, across the sea, and over mountains. I felt the wind rush against my face as I soared by great cities, and I roared with the strength of a hundred men, billowing fire far greater than any mage could. I could feel the immense power resting inside me. For what felt like forever, I had become a dragon. 

And then I opened my eyes, having finished my vision two days later. I found blood all over me. I had eaten the entire of the underdeveloped organ- no, I had gorged on it! I did not know how I did it, nor do I remember doing it, but I devoured the organ I took from Lethauros with me. I then left the island after washing myself, and my clothes off. 

So, uh, yeah, that's what I've been doing." Annienal replies, having laid herself bare. She felt a pit of shame well up inside her. She had allowed herself to gorge on the flesh of a body part like an animal while she relished in a vision. She did not know what to feel, and looked to Vind, hoping he'd assist her in understanding what had happened.

30 minutes ago, Goliath said:

The mention of putting Sulphur on oneself reminds Addok-Zo of the stories he was told as a child.  Still, he is unsure whether or not they are true but he begins to wonder.  "Sulphur is no good for your body... at least from what I was told.  The elders speak of our origins in a rather positive way.  Me?  I dunno what to believe.  My ancestors are said to be humans who were on their own journey through the harsh wastes of Abra.  Their water rations began to quickly disappear, some began to die.  Either it be from dehydration or the scorching sun.  Eventually they came across a Sulphur field.  They knew not to drink it but they eventually broke and began to drink the contaminated water and bathe in it for several weeks while they built our city.  Blasted idiots!  Their skin began to slowly rot and look like what you see today."  He points to his face and lets out a grossly smile.  "At least that is what the elders say."  He then attempts to change the subject.  "How does one meditate for several days?  Don't ya get... bored?"

"I, um, remember reading about something like that about your people." Annienal replies. "Um, as for how I meditate, well, um, it takes focus and dedication. It's relaxing. I sort of picked up on it when I became a mystic knight, and I've found it helpful for when I need to calm myself, or, um, when I'm looking for answers through self reflection."

[MysticModulus]

10 minutes ago, Alfadas said:

Torald walked in the Hall, a completely different man. He felt weird energy flowing through him. He walked to Ezeran. Guess what? I'm a Battle Mage now. No longer just a Barbarian. But where is that ale you promised? And can you teach me some easy starter spells? I'm new to this energy flowing around inside me. Help me give form to it, please. 

Without opening his eyes Ezeran smiles and points at the table. Suddenly an ale was there, foaming within an arms reach from Torald. "Treat yourself friend, you've earned it!" 

The symbiont flickered his tongue in the direction of Torald, almost like a lizard smelling the air. "Ah, I can feel your presence now! You are touching the ether but you can't really form anything out of it yet." 

Ezerans eyes opens suddenly. "Have these dice! Try rolling them some and  focus on specific outcomes!" He gives Torald six multicoloured dice.

[Alfadas]

1 minute ago, MysticModulus said:

Without opening his eyes Ezeran smiles and points at the table. Suddenly an ale was there, foaming within an arms reach from Torald. "Treat yourself friend, you've earned it!" 

The symbiont flickered his tongue in the direction of Torald, almost like a lizard smelling the air. "Ah, I can feel your presence now! You are touching the ether but you can't really form anything out of it yet." 

Ezerans eyes opens suddenly. "Have these dice! Try rolling them some and  focus on specific outcomes!" He gives Torald six multicoloured dice.

Torald takes a big gulp of the ale. Aah, that's better. He takes another sip. 

Torald lets the dice roll in his hand, not sure what to do with them. Focus on specific outcomes? Like, all sixes? Allright. Torald rolls the dice, focusing hard on sixes. As he lets the dice roll, Torald feels a small tickle in his hand. The dice land on the table. 3 sixes, 2 fours and a 2. Hmm. Torald picks the dice up, ready for another throw. This time, he gives them an extra good shaking. As they leave his hand, a bigger tickle in his hand follows. 5 sixes, 1 three. Rolling the dice again, focusing really hard on sixes. Energy tickles his hand. All sixes. Yeah, I did it! Torald picks the dice up once more, gives them a good roll, focusing on every one number. As the dice roll of his hand, he already knows there will be one of each number on the table. He looks at the dice, but they are all sixes again. Frustrated, he keeps rolling the dice. Every time he feels a bit of energy tickle his hand, every time he gets better results rolling specific outcomes. After a good hour of dice rolling, Torald feels confident, but tired. Thanks. I guess this is the first lesson. Focus, focus, focus. Got it. Giving form to the ether is hard work, truly. I always thought it was just say a few words in a strange language and *poof* that bad guy is now a frog. Actually using magic is hard, but satisfying, if you get what I mean. It's hard to put into words. Torald takes another big gulp from the ale, and sits back in his chair. What's next?

[MysticModulus]

20 minutes ago, Alfadas said:

Torald takes a big gulp of the ale. Aah, that's better. He takes another sip. 

Torald lets the dice roll in his hand, not sure what to do with them. Focus on specific outcomes? Like, all sixes? Allright. Torald rolls the dice, focusing hard on sixes. As he lets the dice roll, Torald feels a small tickle in his hand. The dice land on the table. 3 sixes, 2 fours and a 2. Hmm. Torald picks the dice up, ready for another throw. This time, he gives them an extra good shaking. As they leave his hand, a bigger tickle in his hand follows. 5 sixes, 1 three. Rolling the dice again, focusing really hard on sixes. Energy tickles his hand. All sixes. Yeah, I did it! Torald picks the dice up once more, gives them a good roll, focusing on every one number. As the dice roll of his hand, he already knows there will be one of each number on the table. He looks at the dice, but they are all sixes again. Frustrated, he keeps rolling the dice. Every time he feels a bit of energy tickle his hand, every time he gets better results rolling specific outcomes. After a good hour of dice rolling, Torald feels confident, but tired. Thanks. I guess this is the first lesson. Focus, focus, focus. Got it. Giving form to the ether is hard work, truly. I always thought it was just say a few words in a strange language and *poof* that bad guy is now a frog. Actually using magic is hard, but satisfying, if you get what I mean. It's hard to put into words. Torald takes another big gulp from the ale, and sits back in his chair. What's next?

Ezeran nods. "Good, good. Okay, transport that chair over here." Ezeran points at a chair far away over at the fire place.

[Duvors]

Throlar strode into the Hall, half-smiling to himself. Making his way over to the bar he ordered a glass of wine and, upon receiving it, was about to settle down at the bar when he saw several people he knew and, slightly more importantly, hadn't spoken to in a long time. He immediately got up and made his way over to them.

"Annie!" he exclaimed, "Vindsval! Other person I... don't... know. Er, who are you sir? And how are you all doing?"

[Kintobor]

3 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"Annie!" he exclaimed, "Vindsval! Other person I... don't... know. Er, who are you sir? And how are you all doing?"

"Oh, hello Throlar! It's, um, nice to see you again. We were talking about what's been happening in our lives." Annienal replies. She lowers her voice and leans closer to the dwarf. "I don't know who he is either, he sort of just showed up."

[Alfadas]

9 hours ago, MysticModulus said:

Ezeran nods. "Good, good. Okay, transport that chair over here." Ezeran points at a chair far away over at the fire place.

Torald focuses on the chair. The chair wobbles a bit. Focusing really hard on the chair, Torald feels a lot of energy storming through his body. The chair shoots towards him, barely avoiding some other Heroes in the Hall. With a loud bang, the chair hits Torald in the chest. Well, the chair is over here now. Torald rubs his chest, with a painful face. Maybe I have to put a bit less energy in it. Let's try again. This time, focusing hard on the chair, but controlling the energy within, Torald manages to move the chair in a more controlled way. 

[MysticModulus]

40 minutes ago, Alfadas said:

Torald focuses on the chair. The chair wobbles a bit. Focusing really hard on the chair, Torald feels a lot of energy storming through his body. The chair shoots towards him, barely avoiding some other Heroes in the Hall. With a loud bang, the chair hits Torald in the chest. Well, the chair is over here now. Torald rubs his chest, with a painful face. Maybe I have to put a bit less energy in it. Let's try again. This time, focusing hard on the chair, but controlling the energy within, Torald manages to move the chair in a more controlled way. 

Ezeran nods and raises an eyebrow. Ezeran takes the chair, puts it back beside the fireplace and goes back to Torald. "Before you continue, please describe the chair and try to see this as a tactical situation."

Edited May 31, 2017 by MysticModulus

[Alfadas]

40 minutes ago, MysticModulus said:

Ezeran nods and raises an eyebrow. Ezeran takes the chair, puts it back beside the fireplace and goes back to Torald. "Before you continue, please describe the chair and try to see this as a tactical situation."

The chair is made of wood, with 4 legs, 2 armrests and a backrest. There is some padding where you can sit on, so it doesn't hurt your behind. When the chair hits you in the chest, it hurts. Torald thinks for a moment. A tactical situation. Hmm. Yes. I am all alone in the woods, my party members are knocked out by powerful enemies. I'm surrounded by 4 big, hairy werewolves. I have lost my sword, all I can do, is use my magic to hurl some lumps of wood their way and maybe knock them out before they get me. But I have to control the lumps, otherwise they might hit me or the party members. So, I need to focus really hard on the lumps and the amount of ether I put in each hurl. But I could also use the magic to summon my sword back into my hands, without it hitting myself with the pointy bit.

Torald thinks again. Wow, a lot of thinking is involved with using magic. How do I use it? Is this the most useful, least ether consuming way?