Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

"Well met, Elf"

"Alf mentioned a bit, and I have overheard people talking about it in the hall, it must have been quite something, I wonder if the murder on that girl will ever get solved."

[The_Customizer]

"Well met, Elf"

"Alf mentioned a bit, and I have overheard people talking about it in the hall, it must have been quite something, I wonder if the murder on that girl will ever get solved."

I doubt think it ever will. It didn't seem to important to the Provost.

[Khorne]

OOC: This is supposed to be a post taking place directly after Scubacarrot's last post adressed to Eric. I couldn't answer anymore, 'cuz I went sleeping then . So, it's NOT taking place at this very moment in the Hall!

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

"Eric, son of Frodo. No fancy surname otherwise." the Nord said as Guts walked off.

The hearth was comfortable, so was the chair Eric was in. Not soon afterwards the huge Barbarian was fast asleep, clasping Godricsleif tightly between his muscular arms.

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OOC: This is my post for now, taking place at this moment.

Eric got up slowly. The Hall was bustling with life once more. Heroes running up and down, talking to each other and sharing drinks. It didn't take long for Eric to spot another new one. It looked like a fish, one with a huge hammerhead.

"Madness" the Nord mutter rubbing his eyes and yawning."

"This is Heroica" a random Hero passing by replied.

Eric raised an eyebrow at the remark, but otherwhise ignored the passerby. He could hear the person call him a brute. Eric didn't care. He got up, took his belongings and went to the bar, ready to eat and drink for free.

[Chromeknight]

He is a Sargassan. Looksss to be a barbarian as well.

Sargassan? I have never heard of such before. Perhaps they are from deeper seas than I have traveled.

And a Barbarian? speaking to Guts, Does it not seem to you that nearly everyone here is a rogue or barbarian? With the exception of our Naga friend.

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

Nerwen's ears tingle for no reason she can determine.

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

I can smell the smell you mean, but I do not think I find it as objectionable as you.

Alf walks over to the masked rogue named Guts. "What name? Me Alf. You gone on quest? I been on quest. I almost lose, but Nur, he magic man, save us. I got powerful sword.

Another barbarian! And an advertisement for the stereotype

Greetings Othar Alf. I am Nerwen Calmcacil, a cleric from the borders of Duplova. You were among the heroes that were at the school?

That is indeed an interesting sword, imbued with the power of light is it not?

You had a cleric with you, Ratibor, was it? I have not seen them in the hall, I would be interested to meet them. And also the mighty Nur you mentioned.

Greetings again Erdathcath.

Edited November 8, 2011 by Chromeknight

[Bricksandparts]

Another barbarian! And an advertisement for the stereotype

Greetings Othar Alf. I am Nerwen Calmcacil, a cleric from the borders of Duplova. You were among the heroes that were at the school?

That is indeed an interesting sword, imbued with the power of light is it not?

You had a cleric with you, Ratibor, was it? I have not seen them in the hall, I would be interested to meet them. And also the mighty Nur you mentioned.

Greetings again Erdathcath.

"Greeting Nerwen. You come here lately?"

[Chromeknight]

"Greeting Nerwen. You come here lately?"

I first came to the hall 13 days ago, though it seems longer. Of course I am not here all the time, I have

explored the city and, as is my custom, spend the sixth day meditating and ordering my memories.

Of course, I have known about Eubric for quite some time, but have not had much chance to properly visit until now.

[The_Customizer]

Greetings again Erdathcath.

And the same to you.

How goes it?

[Chromeknight]

And the same to you.

How goes it?

I am well. and have been enjoying the ambiance of the hall lately. I am excited about the upcoming quests also.

[Jorgevorg]

Having spent the exact amount of time it takes a well-mannered Sargassan to express sincerity via focused contemplation of one's unusually-shaped lobes, Fenimor Vish gathers himself and wills his feet in the general direction of one Nerwen Calmacacil. Once he is within distance sufficient for prodding, poking and enthusiastic hand-shaking, he meets the woman's gaze. Flaring his gummy nostrils in an expression of an auspicious greeting, he hands the green-clad Cleric a piece of prepared parchment. It is folded into a square no larger then an inch in diameter, suggesting a previous investment of an exorbitant amount fo time which culminated in mastery of the traditional art of Ogregummi*.

Unfolded, it reads thus:

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Ogregummi - [oh gree `gah mee], n. - One of the more obscure and unconventional Martial Arts, still accidentally practiced around the lesser known nooks and crannies of the Ennon Kingdom. Rumored to have been originally created as an answer to a particularly irritating Orcish Horde invasion of the Imperial City of Qualm, this martial discipline commonly involves sudden positioning, bending and arrangement of the notoriously slow and stiff-jointed green-skins in a manner that is both incapacitating and aesthetically pleasing. It's iconic and most visually unsettling form, "The Folded Foul", involves a significant reduction of an opponent's overall size, as well as the foe's consequent arrangement into a form closely resembling that of a majestic Draidan Whooping Crane.

Edited November 10, 2011 by Jorgevorg

[Chromeknight]

Having spent the exact amount of time it takes a well-mannered Sargassan to express sincerity via focused contemplation of one's unusually-shaped lobes, Fenimor Vish gathers himself and wills his feet in the general direction of one Nerwen Calmacacil. Once he is within distance sufficient for prodding, poking and enthusiastic hand-shaking, he meets the woman's gaze. Flaring his gummy nostrils in an expression of auspicious greeting, he hands the green-clad Cleric a piece of prepared parchment, folded into a square no larger then an inch in diameter. Unfolded to an unexpectantly large size (and, thus, suggesting great interest followed by an investment of an exorbent amount fo time which clearly culminated in an impressive skill at the traditional Ji Pei art of Ogregami)

Taking the small square of paper from the Sargassan, Nerwen nods her head in a gesture meant to indicate thanks.

Unfolding it she is impressed patent impossibility of folding a sheet more than 7 times (Yes, I know there's only six folds, I'm trying to give him some credit)

After pondering the message, she wonders how to respond. Knowing 12 languages she tries several in a row to find out if the newcomer knows any.

Shrugging, she recalls his attentiveness to the quest-board. The fish-man could clearly read common.

She turns it over and writes.

Edited November 9, 2011 by Chromeknight

[Xarrzan]

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.

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Sarick did not catch the hero's name but he was sure that he would hear more of the Sargassan in the future. Seeing that the Sargassan and the Elf were communicating well, in their own way, Sarick silently excused himself and weaved through the crowd. He headed out the door in search of the library.

[Chromeknight]

Shrugging, she recalls his attentiveness to the quest-board. The fish-man could clearly read common.

She turns it over and writes...

By watching the fish-man's reaction to the returned note carefully, Nerwen guesses that his 'language' is a complex mix of non-verbal cues. Somewhat like the P'jar in the islands far south of Ennon, whom she visited briefly. She tests her theory attempting to 'ask' the fish-man to sit.

(Hand palm up moving beckoningly)-(Head-nod indicating welcomingness)-(body turn of object/attention shift)-(coordinated eye/arm move suggesting chair)-(facial shift of supplication*dominant mode with upward inflection)

She also points to herself and says

Ner-wen

Then pointing around the table, adds

Gaa-tsz, Al-ph, Erd-ath-cath

carefully sounding out the names of the gathered heroes. Then adding

(Gesture denoting subject/inquiry?)

And waits for his response...

Edited November 10, 2011 by Chromeknight

[The_Customizer]

By watching the fish-man's reaction to the returned note carefully, Nerwen guesses that his 'language' is a complex mix of non-verbal cues. Somewhat like the P'jar in the islands far south of Ennon, whom she visited briefly. She tests her theory attempting to 'ask' the fish-man to sit.

(Hand palm up moving beckoningly)-(Head-nod indicating welcomingness)-(body turn of object/attention shift)-(coordinated eye/arm move suggesting chair)-(facial shift of supplication*dominant mode with upward inflection)

She also points to herself and says

Ner-wen

Then pointing around the table, adds

Gaa-tsz, Al-ph, Erth-ath-cath

carefully sounding out the names of the gathered heroes. Then adding

(Gesture denoting subject/inquiry?)

And waits for his response...

Hmm, good reasoning. Though if that doesn't work, we'll just have to rely on his fellow creature whom does speak common.

[Jorgevorg]

By watching the fish-man's reaction to the returned note carefully, Nerwen guesses that his 'language' is a complex mix of non-verbal cues. Somewhat like the P'jar in the islands far south of Ennon, whom she visited briefly. She tests her theory attempting to 'ask' the fish-man to sit.

. . .

And waits for his response...

Diminutive Giants of Itzibitzi have a bit of ancient wisdom they like to pass out among themselves as a kind of an impromptu party favor. This wisdom proclaims that "It takes but a short outburst of Quadrille to catch the undivided attention of a Sargassan". In fact, most tribes and cultures of Eubrick which have ever come in contact with the pescetine, carry away a curiously unanimous belief that the Sargassen are uncontrollably drawn to spastic gestures and brightly colored objects. This, however, is cardinally untrue.

In reality, the attention span of the Sragassen is hardly different from those of any other being, save perhaps, for the Shivering Skliss which earned their name due to the fact that they exists in a state of perpetually escalating anticipation. In fact, the complex and completely unnecessary system of Sargassen religious beliefs outright forbids them to appear flighty or easily distracted during the better half of the traditional Eubrick calendar year. Moreover, for reasons unknown and wildly debated by the scholars of the realm, the Sargassen have never bothered to invent words with which to represent the many colors of the visible spectrum, thus rendering themselves colorblind.

That was probably the reason behind the fact that it took Nerwen a better part of the hour to finally persuade Fenimor to point both of his eyes in her general direction.

It is then that the gummy Barbarian finally responded to the green-clad Cleric. Overjoyed as Nerwen might have been to finally break the language barrier, she stopped quite a long shot away from a triumphant internal celebration, as she recognized that the language her barbaric companion have chosen to express himself through was, in fact, that of the horrible Cho-Cho people and, as such contained as many conjunctive snarks as it did prepositions (of which there were plenty).

[ooc] What follows is meant for the eyes of Nerwen and all those who might be unfortunately versed in the native tongue of the horrible Cho-Cho people. [/ooc]

"Judging by the subtle twitch in your left leg, I detect that, in your many travels, you must have come across the tribe of the horrible Cho-Cho people who are known for their revolting practice of ritual ankle biting; for it is evident that you, too, have been a victim of their uncontrollable pungency and are yet to recover from the many poisons of their unspeakable saliva. However, it also tells me that your unfortunate accident in the lands of the Cho-Cho have also rendered you fluent in their horrible language, as such is the fate which befalls all victims of their piquancy. This is why we shall choose the language of the horrible people as means of our communication until we establish some other, less atrocious form speaking to each-other. Do we have an accord?"

Edited November 12, 2011 by Jorgevorg

[Chromeknight]

It is then that the gummy Barbarian finally responded to the green-clad Cleric. Overjoyed as Nerwen might have been to finally break the language barrier, she stopped quite a long shot away from a triumphant internal celebration, as she recognized that the language her barbaric companion have chosen to express himself through was, in fact, that of the horrible Cho-Cho people and, as such contained as many conjunctive snarks as it did prepositions (of which there were plenty).

Now that some form of communication has been established, Nerwen is a little less anxious about the newcomer's ability to intergrate into Heroica.

She replies in the same language used to address her.

Your conjecture about my experiences with the Cho-Cho are correct, we can converse in this language. But if you could tell me what other ways we can talk we might find one that others can also speak. Also, what your name? The others that are at the table are asking how to address you.

[Darth Nihilus]

Dak woke up slowly. His head pounded, and pain blossomed through his limbs.

"Ow." he said as he slowly sat up. Hearing voices, he reacts."Wuzzat?" he asks deliriously. He suddenly jumps up, whipping his head around to the left and right."WaitasecondIhaven'tseenyoubefore," he said drunkenly to the new, fish-like hero."MaybeIdranktoomuchbeerlastnight,"he says as he collapses onto the bar. He stares at the slowly growing puddle of drool next to his face. Finally, painfully, he hauls himself to his feet and walks to the water barrel, dunking his head in. He comes up soaked but finally fully awake. He notices a new hero, but decides to go explore more of Eubric before he speaks to him. Dak sets out into the city to try and find someone from his hometown to talk to.

[Rumble Strike]

Current Signups for 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, 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)

17 Fenimor Vish, Level 1 Barbarian (Jorgevorg)

Signups will close tomorrow and hopefully we can get a new quest underway!

[Lordofdragonss]

Gorg looks at the Questboard. It seems that many diferent people are ready to go with him on his own adventure.

"Gorg strong, but Gorg happy that he can coun't on new friends!"- He smiled and looked around for Knifk.

[Jedi master Brick]

Elgar returned from his quest and shopping spree. He went up to the quest board and saw new quests. He put his name under quest 15 . He went up to the bar and asked if anyone would like to hear his tale.

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn trudged wearily into the Hall. He was hoping to see some of his old friends, but it seemed they were off Questing. He hoped they were all OK.

[Chromeknight]

Elgar returned from his quest and shopping spree. He went up to the quest board and saw new quests. He put his name under quest 15 . He went up to the bar and asked if anyone would like to hear his tale.

Taking a break from communicating with the pescetine, Nerwen addresses the Ranger.

Greetings, Ranger. My name is Nerwen, I have not met you yet. Did you enjoy your quest? Where did you go? what did you have to do?

[Jedi master Brick]

Taking a break from communicating with the pescetine, Nerwen addresses the Ranger.

Greetings, Ranger. My name is Nerwen, I have not met you yet. Did you enjoy your quest? Where did you go? what did you have to do?

"We went all over the city to find items and save a young lad. We destroyed the items as they could cause a plague and saved the boy just in time. I have to say the blood paw is a gang to watch out for. It was great, Ireallythink my the other people on the quest were great and I hope to quest with them again. I tell you, the guild of invision are a worthy client.". Elgar stated before going to the bar to get some ale, he missed the free drinks and food

[CMP]

Atramor followed alongside Tarn, still deep in thought about the Gold That Never Was. He glanced at the Quest board; he quickly put up a small notice.

CHAIN WHIP FOR SALE - 40 COINS, WEAPON POWER 6. REAL BARGAIN. SEE PIRATE WITH CHICKEN ON HEAD FOR TRADE.

He then very nearly fell into a chair, rubbed one eye, and ordered an ale. McCafferey fluttered down to a table to take some pecks off a half-eaten corn cob.

Edited November 10, 2011 by CallMePieOrDie

[Professor Flitwick]

CHAIN WHIP FOR SALE - 40 COINS, WEAPON POWER 6. REAL BARGAIN. SEE PIRATE WITH CHICKEN ON HEAD FOR TRADE.

See this notice, Thothwick knew exactly whom the notice was referring to. He had enrolled in the hall long before Thothwick, and had already completed a Quest before Thothwick had signed up for one. He had also watched the gentleman walk into the saloon, moments ago...!

"Excuse me, Mr. Gibbin. I don't believe we've met. I mean, I know who you are from your quest, and I - ur - Oh, look at me, I'm blushing. Anyway, I was hoping to ask you... if you'd... ur, sell me your chain wipe".

Thothwick threw his coin purse on the table, eagerly awaiting the Chicken-tamers reply.

[CMP]

See this notice, Thothwick knew exactly whom the notice was referring to. He had enrolled in the hall long before Thothwick, and had already completed a Quest before Thothwick had signed up for one. He had also watched the gentleman walk into the saloon, moments ago...!

"Excuse me, Mr. Gibbin. I don't believe we've met. I mean, I know who you are from your quest, and I - ur - Oh, look at me, I'm blushing. Anyway, I was hoping to ask you... if you'd... ur, sell me your chain wipe".

Thothwick threw his coin purse on the table, eagerly awaiting the Chicken-tamers reply.

Atramor blinked at the Metasimian. No doubt he was a rogue such as himself, though it was rather strange to already be known. There was that fame he was looking for here, small as it was.

"Of course," he replied, nodding, pulling the pile of bladed chain from his pack, and handing it to Thothwick. "And no, I don't believe we've met. I'm Atramor Gibbin. Hm...didn't you go to that Arena place? Heard some crazy crap happened up there."