Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn's normally easy-going demeanor evaporates, and the lanky Barbarian raises his voice: "Don't talk to me about the Guild of Invision. I have no time for those alchemists. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should!"

He then looks around, slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

[K-Nut]

Tarn's normally easy-going demeanor evaporates, and the lanky Barbarian raises his voice: "Don't talk to me about the Guild of Invision. I have no time for those alchemists. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should!"

He then looks around, slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

"Uhmm..." Althior says, looking around. He turns to Finnegan, "Have I done something wrong?"

"That Chicken is glaring a me..."

"How do you know? You don't have eyes!"

"It's a gut feeling."

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn forced his voice into a whisper and apologised to his Mage friend. "Sorry, Althior. Our Quest was successful but wouldn't have even been necessary had those with power and knowledge thought harder about the consequences of their actions."

[K-Nut]

Tarn forced his voice into a whisper and apologised to his Mage friend. "Sorry, Althior. Our Quest was successful but wouldn't have even been necessary had those with power and knowledge thought harder about the consequences of their actions."

..."How's it a gut feeling? You have no organs!"

"I'm pretty sure a gut is a muscle."

"I thought it was just a slang term!"

Althior hears Tarn's apology and smiled. "No need my friend! I've had some things going on in my head as well." He thought to himself. Just as much as the things I've forgotten.

[Rumble Strike]

"Care to share your troubles? I am a good listener, for a Barbarian!"

[CMP]

McCafferey tilted her head curiously towards the blue thingy. Atramor just rolled his eyes at its 'master'.

"Mr. Moustache."

He thanks Tarn for the drink, and sips it.

[JimBee]

Sign Ups so far for Quest #18: The Storm

Althior Emorith, Level 14 Mage (K-nut)

Arasmyth RuGard, Level 7 Mage (Kadabra

Namyrra Uq, Level 11 Mage (Quarryman)

Atramor Gibbin, Level 10.5 Rogue (CallMePieorDie)

William Harkenshire, Level 5 Ranger (volcanicpanic)

Benji Carvenhall, Level 10.5 Ranger (Flare)

Alf Gregory, Level 9 Barbarian (Bricksandparts)

Tarn Valco, Level 10 Barbarian (RumbleStrike)

Please let me know if I missed anyone.

[K-Nut]

"Mr. Moustache."

"You called?" Althior then tilts his head up and takes a large gulp of his drink.

OOC: Drinking Contest!

[CMP]

"You called?" Althior then tilts his head up and takes a large gulp of his drink.

Atramor grins and sucks down his entire drink, ordering another round.

"You don't get into a drinking contest with a former pirate. That's just asking to wake up in bed with Scheherazade, mate."

He looks around to make sure the barmaid didn't hear him.

[K-Nut]

"Finnegan! Get me five more drinks! I'll show this rogue who the best drinker around is!"

"Meep."

[CMP]

"Finnegan! Get me five more drinks! I'll show this rogue who the best drinker around is!"

"Meep."

Atramor continues drinking, going through glasses like nobody's business. McCafferey wishes she could talk, to bet with the Blue Thingy on who would win. A year's worth of corn just within reach....

"Gettin' dizzy yet? No? Will soon."

[K-Nut]

Atramor continues drinking, going through glasses like nobody's business. McCafferey wishes she could talk, to bet with the Blue Thingy on who would win. A year's worth of corn just within reach....

"Gettin' dizzy yet? No? Will soon."

"Please! The Emorith is a family of drunkies! I've had my share of beers and experience!"

Edited November 29, 2011 by K-nut

[The Legonater]

I watch the drinking contest with interest.

Anyone wanna take bets?

[CMP]

"I'm a pirate. If we're not pirating, we're drinking."

[Bricksandparts]

Alf walks over and sits at the table of the formally acquainted enemies. "You guys drink lot?" Alf sees that they are each slowly starting to get dizzy.

[Brickdoctor]

Heroes Currently Signed-up for Quest #17:

William Harkenshire, Level 5 Ranger (volcanicpanic)

Atramor Gibbin, Level 10.5 Rogue (CallMePieorDie)

Benji Carvenhall, Level 10.5 Ranger (Flare)

Xander Unth'or, Level 9 Barbarian (posades)

Henry Sicariul, Level 8 Rogue (Peanuts)

Alf Gregory, Level 9 Barbarian (Bricksandparts)

Jess Islanti, Level 12.5 Rogue (cralegoboy)

Namyrra Uq, Level 11 Mage (Quarryman)

Arasmyth RuGard, Level 7 Mage (Kadabra)

Althior Emorith, Level 14 Mage (K-nut)

Dyric Rone, Level 6 Rogue (The Legonater)

Bob, Level 6 Mage (Sirius Black)

Isabella del Toboso, Level 1 Rogue (Dharkan)

Tarn Valco, Level 10 Barbarian (Rumble Strike)

Is no Knight or Cleric brave enough to fight for us? We'll take any of you - even those with lower Levels.

[K-Nut]

"I'm a pirate. If we're not pirating, we're drinking."

"I'm an Emorith, if we're not practicing magic or creating moustache be back cream, we drink!" He polishes off three more drinks."Anyone keeping track?"

[Zepher]

Heroes Currently Signed-up for Quest #19:

Arasmyth RuGard, Level 7 Mage (Kadabra)

Althior Emorith, Level 14 Mage (K-Nut)

Alf Gregory, Level 9 Barbarian (Bricksandparts)

Dyric Rone, Level 6 Rogue (The Legonater)

Atramor Gibbin, Level 10.5 Rogue (CallMePieorDie)

Tarn Valco, Level 10 Barbarian (Rumble Strike)

[Kadabra]

"I'm an Emorith, if we're not practicing magic or creating moustache be back cream, we drink!" He polishes off three more drinks."Anyone keeping track?"

Arasmyth nods at his former Questmate. "Yes, the Emorith family is well known for their facial hair magicks in elven circles. Most ridicule them as unshaven barbarians, but I have a certain appreciation for beards and mustaches, as you can see." he says, sroking his beard lovingly. He glances up as a Hinckwell commodore challenges the Knights and Clerics of Heroica to join his Quest. Arasmyth hoped he would be able to join Quest 17 the most of any of the currently posted Quests, and felt that his good reputation among the Hinckwell family gave him a better chance than most to be chosen.

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall shifted in his seat, he had dozed off for quite a while and now found that the hall had emptied quite a bit. He decided to stretch his legs and took a short walk around the hall, stopping by the quest board to glance at the new advertisements. Right after close spaces, water was another of Skrall's phobias and thus he despised any quest that would involve any sea travel. Skrall glanced at the last posting, starting a riot seemed more up his elder political nut-case brothers' alley, besides they wasn't even a reward posted. It was true that his last quest had paid him quite nicely, but couldn't he at least have a chance to spend a little money on himself, besides he still had child support to send back home and taking on a charitable quest would definitely not excuse the monthly deduction from his purse. On the other hand, Skrall thought back to the many times he had witnessed oppression of the green skinned kind in his younger days, true the humans had been the cause behind it, but suffering was suffering and cruelty was evil no matter what shade of skin it came from. Maybe he was still living in the past, maybe this was a cause worth fighting for. Maybe there was more to life than child support, free ale, and living for the moment. "Sheesh," Skrall thought to himself, "I'm startin' to sound like one of my philosiphyin' sisters." Skrall shrugged, took up a nearby pen and wrote his name underneath Quest #19: Let's Start a Riot. With that Skrall walked back up the stairs and seated himself a short distance away from the growing mountain of tankards, mugs, goblets, flasks, and flagons that veiled Atramor and Althior from his sight.

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn watches his friends Atramor and Althior have a drinking contest, and decides, rather unwisely, that he should join in. He necks several tankards of ale before falling into the large form of Skrall the Ranger sat nearby.

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra sat alone, hiding from the light of the sun. The light still mocked him as it always had, but at least it didn't bring up what had happened in Quest 4. How could the Shadeaux so calmly start a war? So many innocents would die! It was like no one in power in this city cared about the people! A child prodigy was viciously murdered, yet only one person noticed. That person ironically was a Shadeaux from what the Quest Records claim, so perhaps not all of that house was bad. And if that Nuitan grew to be a major member of his house, perhaps things might get better. But does this city have those years to wait?

"No," said De'kra softly, "It Island not I islands. In I islands six houses exist, but six houses all allies and work to protect island's people. Eubric not home at all, home nothing like Eubric. Home nothing like Uland. Some parts like Uland parts, but I better other whole of Uland."

[K-Nut]

Tarn watches his friends Atramor and Althior have a drinking contest, and decides, rather unwisely, that he should join in. He necks several tankards of ale before falling into the large form of Skrall the Ranger sat nearby.

"How long ya think we've been 'ere? Almost ready to pass out! But I aint bein' beaten' by no ugly rogue!"

"You know I can't carry you back, right?"

[CMP]

Atramor doesn't seem to be getting dizzy much....though he is rather red in the face.

"Can't last much longer, no you can't...."

[K-Nut]

Atramor doesn't seem to be getting dizzy much....though he is rather red in the face.

"Can't last much longer, no you can't...."

"Really, sir? Try me! 5 more ovah' 'ere!"

"I can't watch..."

"BAWK!!!!"

"HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"