Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

"I have never really thought about it that way. Being a Knight or a Ranger is not just about being skilled with a certain weapon, I think. It is more about your mindset and training, not to mention origins. I am skilled with blades of any kind, Nerwen. I have been around them all my life, even dealt in them before I chose this path. Does that make me a 'rogue'? And while I do not shy away from killing guards or thugs that stand in my away, my intentions are honourable, most of the time at least."

Guts was pleasantly surprised by the elf's proposition of gambling, it was not what he expected from her. With a grin on his face he said to Nerwen:

"Let us find this ranger, I could do with some card games."

[Xarrzan]

I have been to various shops, but I do not have a lot of money to spend. I met an old werehound who said something odd to me, but I couldn't understand it. I have been to triad park and to some of the smaller parks around the city, they are havens 'midst the busy city. I have not yet been to the hanging gardens though, nor to the Heroica Library.

Who is this En Sabah Nur you speak of? He sounds like a helpful person. How do you know him?

I was thinking that if I am not selected for any of the quests I might travel across the sea to Ennon and then up to home. It will nearly be the Festival of Centurus. I imagine that naga do not celebrate the turning of the year?

"Being able to speak to animalsss is an interesting power. It would be nice if I could converssse with them. I feel they would have much to say. A lot of them would probably ask to not be eaten." Sarick's hissing laugh could be heard for the first time. "En Sabah Nur is a powerful Earth Mage that hasss completed a few quests for the hall. He heard of me through his Wolfgang contactsss. He requested assistance in reading scrollsss and I in turn needed his assistance in reverting to my true visage." Sarick thought for a second. "I have not heard of the Festival of Centurus."

Sarick welcomed the addition of Guts to the conversation. "Well met Guts. I hope whatever man or beast that gave you that scar is no longer breathing. And it would be good to have you along on a quest with us as well." Sarick looked at the two of them as they spoke. "I have never heard of Alouette but would be interested in playing as well. If we are unable to find the ranger would either of you be interested in sparring? I have not flexed my magical 'musclesss' in some time."

[Khorne]

The doors of Heroica Hall opened with a creaking noise. A gust of wind blew through the portal accompanied by heavy rain. It was pouring outside. The weather had been off for the entire day. A rain-soaked figure stepped inside and quickly shut close the great oaken doors. Rain dripped from his heavy fur cloak and blonde hair and ran down his face. The Barbarian was soaking wet, but he was used to it. He had spent time outdoors in worse weather conditions. Eager to dry his cloak and wet his throat, Eric stepped towards the bar, ordered a beer and went through to the open hearth. He hang his cloak over a chair and sat down. For the first time, he had the time to genuinely admire the great work Anwyl had performed on his blade. The opal was nicely embedded in the heavy pommel of his blade. Eric unsheathed his sword. Cold mists radiated radiated from the blade. The blade felt like ice. It reminded of the North and he started remeniscing about his life there. A life that has been gone for a great deal of time now. He wondered how everything was back home. Would someone miss him yet?

Eric looked around and watch a threesome of heroes talking. Amongst them was some sort of snakeman. Its profession was difficult to discern, at least compared to those it was talking to. A green clad Elven woman, must be a Ranger. There was also some shady looking fellow clad in a face wrap there. Definitely a Rogue. Eric felt a surge of pride inside of him. He was one of the few Barbarians around right now, a Norse one at that! He sheathed his blade, placed it at his side and smirked. Calculating and calmly he kept observing the Hall, his icy blue eyes capturing every movement of the other Heroes, sizing up the competition.

[Scubacarrot]

Guts turned his head as the door to the hall opened, In came a large man with an equal large sword. The man's size and eyes, as well as the clothing made it clear to Guts that the man must be from the North, judging by the greatsword as only weapon, Guts figured this man was a barbarian, a powerful one, at that.

He saw the man smirk as he looked over Guts. Guts apologized to Nerwen and Sarick and walked towards the man. Without asking, Guts sat down in a chair next to the barbarian and said without introducing himself:

"I heard you norse people kill dragons or plunder helpless fishing villages, which kind are you?"

[Khorne]

Guts turned his head as the door to the hall opened, In came a large man with an equal large sword. The man's size and eyes, as well as the clothing made it clear to Guts that the man must be from the North, judging by the greatsword as only weapon, Guts figured this man was a barbarian, a powerful one, at that.

He saw the man smirk as he looked over Guts. Guts apologized to Nerwen and Sarick and walked towards the man. Without asking, Guts sat down in a chair next to the barbarian and said without introducing himself:

"I heard you norse people kill dragons or plunder helpless fishing villages, which kind are you?"

Eric's complexion turned sour as he looked at the newcomer. His posture seemed arrogant, yet relaxed in a way, as if the world was his and he had nothing to fear. His icy eyes glimmered in the warm light of the hearth. Eric scanned the Rogue, his gaze was cold, but mesmerizing and captivating. The Rogue shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. He had an ambiguous feeling about the strange Northerner. It was not that he feared him, though. There was something unsettling about the man, yet at the same time, Guts felt drawn to the mysterious person. The masked Rogue couldn't quite put his finger on it and the continuing silence only made the uncomfortable situation worse.

The Barbarian grinned and started to talk. "Träffande och modiga, jag gillar*. I'm the kind that plunders helpless villages, taking all of the belongings and enslaving its people. Who are you and what do you want, ... Rogue?"

Eric asked the question in a manner that gave an annoyed, uncaring impression. He was intrigued by the man however, even though there was nothing honourable about hiding behind a veil.

*Pertinent and courageous, I like

[Scubacarrot]

Guts smiled behind his wrappings, he could tell from the look on the Northener's face that he underestimated Guts, always a good position to be in. Sometimes all it took to get that effect was a small gesture, or in this case, making it look like he did not want to be here, truth be told, this was exactly where he wanted to be. Without awnsering the man's question, Guts said:

"You Norse speak of honor, and that you have it, but how is enslaving and stealing from the helpless honorable? To me it seems like the opposite of honorable."

[Khorne]

Guts smiled behind his wrappings, he could tell from the look on the Northener's face that he underestimated Guts, always a good position to be in. Sometimes all it took to get that effect was a small gesture, or in this case, making it look like he did not want to be here, truth be told, this was exactly where he wanted to be. Without awnsering the man's question, Guts said:

"You Norse speak of honor, and that you have it, but how is enslaving and stealing from the helpless honorable? To me it seems like the opposite of honorable."

Eric ignored the man's remark. The inquisitive tone of the Rogue didn't fall well with the overtly confident Barbarian. He smiled grimly and said: "Honour? Don't use words you don't understand, Rogue. I don't like others meddling in my affairs and implicating what I should or shouldn't do, Sydlänning."

Eric came closer to Guts, adressing him face to face: "Now, who are you and what do you want, 'cuz you don't look like a Hero to me?"

Hero. Eric knew he wasn't a Hero himself either. At least not of the kind people expect to work for a glorious organisation such as Heroica. He used to be a hero at home, in his village, his tribe. He was a champion, unmatched and unrivalled by any Human. He used to be, past tense. Then came his banishing. He had roamed the world ever since, working for various employers often of the dubious kind. Finally, he ended up here. Legit work, good pay, a chance for glory. A chance to rectify his past and work on his future, if the gods were willing.

Sydlänning: Southerner

[Scubacarrot]

Guts's grin widened, hidden behind the facewraps. He saw the barbarian was getting angry, this amused Guts. The remark about him not looking like a Hero was especially funny, since he would never have described himself as being one. Ignoring the man's questions, he continued:

"Rogue, Rogue, you keep using that word, but I do not think that you know what it means. But what to expect from someone up north. You people are not exactly known for your... intelligence, are you?"

[Khorne]

Guts's grin widened, hidden behind the facewraps. He saw the barbarian was getting angry, this amused Guts. The remark about him not looking like a Hero was especially funny, since he would never have described himself as being one. Ignoring the man's questions, he continued:

"Rogue, Rogue, you keep using that word, but I do not think that you know what it means. But what to expect from someone up north. You people are not exactly known for your... intelligence, are you?"

Eric grinned and sank back in his chair, seated like a king. His demeanour was as calm and cold as the lands from whence he originated. "Don't underestimate us, Sydlänning, for we are far more intelligent than those cowardly chroniclers over here give us credit for. Frankly, I'm not interested in your definition of the term 'Rogue', I only care about mine. I call you that, because I want to and because I can. Unless, you're willing to give me your name, I'll just keep calling you that. Like it or not, I don't care."

Guts was disappointed the Nord didn't get angrier, in fact he seemed rather relaxed and amused at the whole situation. Sure, there was some faint trace of aggresion in his voice, but overall the Nord was calm. Unlike other frenzied, raging or otherwhise cliché Barbarians, Eric was in fact in control of himself. It kind of surprised Guts, though not in a shocking way. Even though they were both stubborn, maybe even somewhat selfish men, maybe there was a faint chance of them getting along? No one knew, though, and only time could tell.

Eric finished his beer and turned back towards the fire of the hearth, only vaguely paying attention to the masked Southerner any more.

[Rumble Strike]

Current signups to Quest#13 "The Darkstar"

1 Guts Holla, Level 1 Rogue (Scubacarrot)

2 Sarick Lanse, Level 1 Mage (Xarrzan)

3 Dak Nikolus, Level 1 Rogue (darthnilius)

4 Nerwen Calmcacil, Level 1 Cleric (Chromeknight)

5 Alexandre le Chevalier, Level 1 Knight (Capt.JohnPaul)

6 Knifk, Level 1 Knight (bioniclover)

7 Gorg, Level 1 Barbarian (Lordofdragonss)

8 Erdathcath Madilinas, Level 9 Ranger (The_Customizer)

9 Alf, Level 9 Barbarian (Bricksandparts)

10 Bartholomew Docken, Level 13 Ranger (Brickdoctor)

11 Thothwick, a level 3 Rogue (Professor Flitwick)

12 Hybros, Level 10 Rogue (JimButcher)

13 Henry Sicariul, Level 8 Rogue (Peanuts)

14 Eric, Level 12½ Barbarian (Khorne)

15 Jess Islanti, Level 12½ Rogue (cralegoboy)

16 En Sabah Nur, Level 11½ Mage (Jebadiahs)

Please let me know if I have missed anyone off.

Signups will close on Friday 11th September. Thanks for your interest so far

[Scubacarrot]

Guts was a bit disappointed, the barbarian did not fall for his provoking, he decided he would get nothing more out of the barbarian, he was too stubborn. Not that that was a bad trait. One can not argue with a rock, Guts said to himself, and if one does, he looks like a fool. With a grin on his face he stood up.

"Guts" He said, when he saw the man looking at him again he added: "Guts Holla is the name."

Guts walked back towards Nerwen and Sarick and said:

"So how about some gambling? Any idea where to get some cards?"

[Jorgevorg]

Fenimor Vish enters the Heroica Hall in a manner Which can be best described as "not from around here". "?", he inquires pensively in a special way most Sargassen are well known and politely tolerated for. A moment passes, then another, as the sharkskin-loincloth-skirt-thing-clad Barbarian is quietly regarded by those present. Fenimor blinks a few times in sagacious contemplation and, then, turns his attention to the Quest Board.

Slowly, carefully, as if navigating a complex and treacherously narrow path framed by a pit of deadly, economy-sized red scorpions, Fenimor Vish makes his way to the wall covered with various postings, note scrolls and mystical wanted ads. Suddenly, he appears to be absorbed by a sort of contemplation, his eyes rapidly scanning the many missives independently of each-other. He pauses on an inviting scroll, illuminated in a tidy and attractive script. "Quest #13 Awaits!" seductively declares the notice in that special way an unattended bag of gold calls out to a passing-by cutpurse. The Barbarian examines the poster for what seems like minutes. Then he picks up a piece of writing coal, placed conveniently near the Quest Board, gently sticks out the tip of his grayish-purple fish tongue, and dutifully scratches out a "" in the space underneath the names of all those signed up before him.

Feeling accomplished, he returns the writing coal to its holder and arranges his feet in a manner which, eventually, brings him to an empty sit at the bar. Vish pauses to bow and utters a fishy sort of couplet which finds itself in the middle of the road between a gaudy limerick and a chased prayer. His ritual complete, Fenimor mounts the sitting implement, now formally prepared to handle the sanctity of his behind, with an expression of carefully measured joy, evident only to those familiar with the complex emotional states of the Sargassen. Stool properly occupied, he turns to the female bartender and weighs the pros and cons of pantomiming an order of drink.

Edited November 10, 2011 by Jorgevorg

[Chromeknight]

Guts walked back towards Nerwen and Sarick and said:

"So how about some gambling? Any idea where to get some cards?"

You were playing a dangerous game with the barbarian, Guts.

As fpr cards, I heard a ranger named Docken had some but I have...

Nerwen paused as a a new hero entered the hall.

Fenimor Vish enters the Heroica Hall in a manner that could be best described as "refreshingly unusual"... and arranges his feet in a manner which, eventually, brings him to an empty sit at the bar.

A bermused smile touches the corners of Nerwen's lips.

...sorry... what was I saying?

Edited November 8, 2011 by Chromeknight

[Scubacarrot]

Amused, Guts responded:

"You were talking about how this certain ranger named 'Docken' has a deck of cards, you would think an elves' memory would be better if you live for hundreds of years."

[Chromeknight]

Amused, Guts responded:

"You were talking about how this certain ranger named 'Docken' has a deck of cards, you would think an elves' memory would be better if you live for hundreds of years."

Memory? No, Elves are just as prone to distraction as humans. You saw the new hero.

What kind of being is he do you think? Two and a half centuries and I have not seen his like.

Sarick? He looks like he might hail from your world. Any ideas?

Edited November 8, 2011 by Chromeknight

[Xarrzan]

Memory? No, Elves are just as prone to distraction as humans. You saw the new hero.

What kind of being is he do you think? Two and a half centuries and I have not seen his like.

Sarick? He looks like he might hail from your world. Any ideas?

Sarick looked at the future hero Nerwen mentioned. "He is a Sargassan. Looksss to be a barbarian as well. It is rare to sssee a Naga barbarian, so those that follow the barbaric path stand out distinctly." Sarick glanced at the Sargassan a little longer before slithering over.

"Well met brother of the deep. I hope the chill currentsss of the blessed wavess have sped your journey to thisss hall. Have you traveled from far away?"

[Jorgevorg]

Sarick glanced at the Sargassan a little longer before slithering over.[/i]

"Well met brother of the deep. I hope the chill currentsss of the blessed wavess have sped your journey to thisss hall. Have you traveled from far away?"

Fenimor Vish positions himself in a way which would place a greater half of his body in the direction of the greeter, thus engaging in display of cautious optimism. He glances over Sarik, trying to approximate the length of his serpentine body.

"You speak Chum!" he responds in a tone indicating consideration of potential excitement. "Not a word of this dialect was uttered in Sargasso for over thee generations! It is fortunate that I have misguidedly dedicated a portion of my Apprenticeship Years to the study of this useless tongue, least I would find myself without ability to be understood by th..."

Vish suddenly pauses mid-sentence, his eye darting towards the elf.

"Oh brother, who's length is formidable and, therefore, clearly indicative of superior mental prowess and physical faculties", he says to Sarik, "I will be happy to continue responding to your customary inquiry in a moment's time. For now, I must contemplate the ears of this digestible establishment's female patron, for it is the way of my people."

The Sargassan fixes his eyes on the back of the female elf's head and takes a moment to gather his many fishy thoughts.

Edited November 10, 2011 by Jorgevorg

[Scubacarrot]

Guts whispered so only Nerwen could hear him: "Is it just me or is the fishy smell getting worse?"

[Bricksandparts]

Alf walks over to the masked rogue named Guts. "What name? Me Alf. You gone on quest?" Alf sits next to Guts and gives him some crackers. "I been on quest. I almost lose, but Nur, he magic man, save us. I got powerful sword." Alf takes out the Meteor Blade. "kinda heavy. but I went cray and destroy bad ghosty peoples at the end."

"Alf smell something fishy." Alf looks around the hall until his eyes fall on a Sargassan. Alf did not know what this, this, hammer-headed hammerhead seemed to be doing on dry land. Alf speaks to Fenimor Vish from the table Alf is sitting at. "Fishy man? What your name? And how you on land? I never see fishy man on land. You been on quest?"

[Scubacarrot]

Guts did not even see the young warrior coming, before he knew it the barbarian was standing in front of him, pushing a plate of what seemed to be dry crackers in his hands. The boy was enthousiastic, that was for sure.

"I am Guts, well met, Alf. I would appreciate it if you did not point what seems to be a magical sword at my face, boy." Guts said with a glimpse of amusement in his voice.

"It is quite an impressive sword, and I have overheard my friend Sarick talk about this mage as well, he must be quite skilled."

Edited November 8, 2011 by Scubacarrot

[The_Customizer]

Greetings Alf! How goes it?

I believe I shall get some bread and a cup of tea, want me to pick up anything for you?

[Bricksandparts]

Alf nods at Erdathcath. "Good." Alf gets up gets some tea and bread and brings it to Erdathcath. "No need." Alf asks Guts: "You want something? this was a quest helper with me. maybe met her?"

[The_Customizer]

Hello! Guts... is it?

Interesting name.

I see you are friends with Alf. Did he tell you about the quest we went on?

[Jorgevorg]

"Alf smell something fishy." Alf looks around the hall until his eyes fall on a Sargassan. Alf did not know what this, this, hammer-headed hammerhead seemed to be doing on dry land. Alf speaks to Fenimor Vish from the table Alf is sitting at. "Fishy man? What your name? And how you on land? I never see fishy man on land. You been on quest?"

", ponderously responds the Sargassan, one eye now pointed in Alf's direction.

Edited November 8, 2011 by Jorgevorg

[Bricksandparts]

", ponderously responds the Sargassan, one eye now pointed in Alf's direction.

Alf turns to some others standing near the fishy man. "What he say?"