Heroica RPG - Library

[Sandy]

Byblos was getting anxious with all these people barging into his den of wisdom all of a sudden. He had already grown accustomed to the library being silent and devoid of life.

And now, standing right there in front of him, was someone he never expected to see again, or at least never wanted to. But fate had apparently chosen not to be so kind to him.

Ezekiel Drake. The bane of his existence. When Byblos first joined Heroica, he had signed onto a quest with Drake and Adeline - his first and very last quest. Afterwards, the Metasimian decided that the peace and quiet of the library was all the adventure he would ever yearn.

As much as he wanted to send the man away, he just could not resist learning more about the Land of Chill. There were very few written documents about the cold barren lands, after all.

"Fine, give me your book then and leave. I can't imagine it having very many pages, not with your attention span. And I can't even bear to think of all the grammar mistakes..."

[Khorne]

NPC

"Hah, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist!" Drake said, smiling and full of confidence. Obviously, he didn't quite get Byblos' remarks. Or at least, he didn't pay attention to them.

The adventurer handed his manuscript to Byblos, turned around and nodded farewell to the librarian. "I hope you can do something with it, old friend."

"Hmm, sure, one can never have enough books."

"'till next time, then! If you need me, I'll be at the Academy."

"Untill never again." Byblos muttered and wondered whose stupid enough to hire that idiot to teach at the Academy. Byblos did have to admit however, that Drak has a lot of experience travelling around the world. Still, a parrot could probably explain things better than Zeke.

Before filing the manuscript, Byblos glanced at the work. It was as if he had feared. It was hardly worthy of the name 'book', it was a rough draft at most. The librarian leafed through the pages.

Introduction

Many tales surround this mysterious place and the truth about the land of the vicious Vikings is little known. People dread the place and are fearful of its savage peoples. All but one, yours truly, the magnanimous Ezekiel Drake. I have travelled all over the world, no scary tale will a location save from my never-ending thrist for knowledge!

The introduction went on, covering a page. Byblos shook his head. There's nothing funny about seeking danger. He shuddered as he thought back to his days as an adventurer. No, for him, his library was his destiny. Byblos continued reading, hoping it would be worth his time.

On the Gods of the Norsemen

In which I will describe the myriad of Northern deities worshipped by the warlike people that dwell there, high up North.

The Northern pantheon is a curious thing. At first glimpse, you'd think you can understand it easily. To the unknowing Southerner, their pantheon is but the same as the one here. One should look further than the surface however, for there are truely differences to be seen!

Unlike the more "civilized" people South, the Norsemen do not worship Ennoc as the chief god in their mythology. In fact, Ennoc doesn't even exist there! As the sun is but a minor aspect in the culture of the North, it is celebrated only via a minor deity named Sol.

As can be expected from a culture that values strength, power and battle prowess highly, their main god is Wartan. Again, the basic rule to understanding Norse mythology applies here, too. He is similar to our Tarok, but not quite the same. Its patronage goes far beyond mere war and chaos. It encompasses victory and battle, too, but also wisdom, prophecy, even magic is attributed to him!

The most popular deity, however, is Torrik. He is ubiquitous in Norse culture and many trinkets and pendants are crafted in his name for he is the creator of the world, the inventor of inanimate objects. We call him Oleg, the Dwarves worship him as Orrik. The Norsemen attribute to him far more than we do. Amongst his greatest achievements is the creation of Man. As such, he is viewed as the protector of the Norse. Many wear his symbol, the hammer, as a pendant so Torrik will always watch over him. He is much valued for his strength and power of creation.

The third member of the Norse triumvirate of gods is Helvetia. As strange as it may seem to us, Southerners, Helvetia is hardly regarded as a truely evil god in the North. In fact she is deeply respected, for it is she who takes the fallen to the afterlife, the place where the bravest of Norse warriors can feast and fight for all eternity. When we think about the statute of this godess, it is only logical that the Ice Queen has such a high degree of reverance in the Land of Chill, for her element poses an everyday challenge to the Norse people during the harsh, long winters.

Also worth of noting is, that unlike other deities, Helvetia has no other name in the North. This leads me to believe that our Helvetia is a demonized version of the original Norse deity, brought to Eubric by travelling merchants.

There are many more gods, but listing them all would take me to far. Many of the other gods are in fact the same as ours, but have different names. For example, Danab is named Sif. She is a mixture of Danab and Sem. Perhaps I will add another piece to my work later, detailing these other deities, too.

Byblos was intrigued. This was the first thing he had ever read about religion in the North. He was aware of Wartan, but knew little of the other gods.

"Well, well," he muttered, "seems like I didn't waste my time then, after all."

[Sandy]

Byblos had to admit that Drake's book... no, more like a pamphlet... had managed to pique his interest. Especially the passage about the northern pantheon was interesting to read.

"Hmm, now the legend of Helvetia's Siege makes much more sense. I have always wondered why the norsemen considered a place named after the death goddess to be sacred... How did the old saying go again?"

Death is inevitable to all but those who've sat on Helvetia's Siege.

And since the siege - myths tell that it is a gigantic throne made of ice - was hidden somewhere on the unreachable northern glacier, sitting was an epitome for an impossible achievement. It hadn't prevented countless of foolhardy adventurers from trying, though...

[Peppermint_M]

NPC

Finnegan walks into the library holding some more pages,approaching his masterwork he opens the cover. Some rustling and clinking sounds later he stands back and smiles.

"I have added in the monsters encountered by a recent questing party who have just returned to the hall." He smiled wrly "They seemed a little less than willing to describe the circumstances and a legal writ has forced me to omit the location these creatures were encountered. It seems some institutions in Eubric prefer censoring reports over facing up to a problem..."

He wanders off to the stacks of books muttering darkly about lawyers.

[Xarrzan]

Sarick weaved his way through the open door. He spotted the librarian and slithered toward him.

"Well met Byblos. I am Sarick and I come seeking knowledge." Sarick reached one arm behind him and pulled out a banana. He placed it on the libraian's desk. "Scheherazade heard me mention that I wasss heading here and said you might be hungry. I personally do not like bananasss, but they are good for your health."

"I am searching for information on dragonsss, dragons of all typesss. Dragons that are mere beasts, dragons of great intelligence, dragons as mountsss, dragon overlords and the list goes on. Anything you know of dragonsss would be helpful. The Priestess said we are in some way related to dragonsss."

"I would like to know for pure interest and so I can find out more about thisss little guy." Sarick turns his head and looks at his tail. He hisses softly and waits. A few moments later a reptillian head raises up from his tail. The creature then lifts off of Sarick's tail and rests next to the naga. It looks like a miniature dragon, with a reptilian head and wings, but it's lower body is that of a snake or of a naga. The creature blended in perfectly with Sarick's scales but as it sat next to him, it's color faded to a dark green.

"I found him on my journey to thisss city. His ability of camouflage makesss him an excellent hunter. I'm happy he is not bigger." said Sarick w/ his hissing laughter. "He rides around on my tail, and is hard to spot unless you are looking for him." Sarick hissed again and the creature flapped it's leathery wings and landed onto the naga's tail. It made itself comfortable and then blended again w/ Sarick's scales.

"I have checked Finnegan's Beastiery but did not see a mention of dragonsss. Is there another tome I can view?"

[Sandy]

Byblos was a little taken aback when he saw the naga slither into the library - this was the first time he had seen a member of the species in person, after all - but since the man-snake seemed more interested in learning than eating him in one piece, the Metasimian relaxed. After all, a person who brings him one of the yellow delicacies could not be bad.

"So you want to know about dragons? It is a broad subject, since there are countless creatures in our world that could be classified as dragons. Your little friend is but one of them. Some call its kind a Drameleon, as in a hybrid of a dragon and a chameleon, but to my knowledge it is also called a Rainbow Snake due to its changing skin color. But dragons are said to come in every color and size imaginable. Some of them are vile and cunning while some are benevolent and wise, but most of them are just beasts driven by their natural instincts."

"The nation most famous for their dragons is of course the north-eastern Dastan Empire. The Dragon Knights of Dastan have become famous throughout the world for their courage and might. After all, what army would not flee at the sight of dragons mounted by armed knights? However, becoming a Dragon Knight is far from easy, as dragons cannot be tamed - they choose whether anyone can mount them or not. Otherwise I have no doubt that the whole world would be under the rule of the Three Emperors of Dastan by now."

"Of course Dastan is not the only nation that has dragons. Even the southern Mistlands where I hail from has dragons that hunt silently amidst the eternal fog. I would not be surprised if a dragon or two had made its nest in the cliffs of Uland as well..."

"Hope this quenched your thirst for knowledge, sir naga."

[Xarrzan]

Byblos was a little taken aback when he saw the naga slither into the library - this was the first time he had seen a member of the species in person, after all - but since the man-snake seemed more interested in learning than eating him in one piece, the Metasimian relaxed. After all, a person who brings him one of the yellow delicacies could not be bad.

"So you want to know about dragons? It is a broad subject, since there are countless creatures in our world that could be classified as dragons. Your little friend is but one of them. Some call its kind a Drameleon, as in a hybrid of a dragon and a chameleon, but to my knowledge it is also called a Rainbow Snake due to its changing skin color. But dragons are said to come in every color and size imaginable. Some of them are vile and cunning while some are benevolent and wise, but most of them are just beasts driven by their natural instincts."

"The nation most famous for their dragons is of course the north-eastern Dastan Empire. The Dragon Knights of Dastan have become famous throughout the world for their courage and might. After all, what army would not flee at the sight of dragons mounted by armed knights? However, becoming a Dragon Knight is far from easy, as dragons cannot be tamed - they choose whether anyone can mount them or not. Otherwise I have no doubt that the whole world would be under the rule of the Three Emperors of Dastan by now."

"Of course Dastan is not the only nation that has dragons. Even the southern Mistlands where I hail from has dragons that hunt silently amidst the eternal fog. I would not be surprised if a dragon or two had made its nest in the cliffs of Uland as well..."

"Hope this quenched your thirst for knowledge, sir naga."

"You have given me much information. I am much appreciative. Good luck with the rest of your collection."

Sarick wandered off into the rows and rows of books. He got lost with the lore he found about dragons. There was so much information and so little time. Little time...Sarick almost forgot! It was soon nearing the time when the first quest he signed up for should have chosen it's heroes. Sarick closed the book he was reading and headed for the Hall, straight to the quest board.

[Flare]

Benji walks into the library, looks through half the library, and then sits down with a distressed look on his face.

"I am sure that there are some deserts somewhere, but I am having some difficulty finding them. Would you be able to help me, dear librarian?"

[Sandy]

"I am sure that there are some deserts somewhere, but I am having some difficulty finding them. Would you be able to help me, dear librarian?"

"Deserts, eh? There is a large desert to the south-east of the Free Islands, on the continent of Abra. I believe one party of heroes is participating on a quest there, near the city of Carthago. In the far west you can find the barren wastelands of Baltarok, the land of orcs. But those are just the deserts nearest to us."

[Sandy]

Byblos excuses himself, but shortly returns to Mr. Carvenhall with a piece of a map.

"I believe this map will make it more clear as to what lies in the south-east of Eubric. Hope your thirst for knowledge is quenched, good sire."

~The first post has been updated with the expanded map.~

[Flare]

"Thank you kindly, Byblos. One more thing: Would you be able to give me any information about Mistaria?"

[Sandy]

"Thank you kindly, Byblos. One more thing: Would you be able to give me any information about Mistaria?"

"Why, certainly! It is the continent where I originate from, you see. Mistaria goes far deeper to the south than is shown on the map, all the way to the true Mistlands, and it is known for its winding rivers, lush jungles and peaking mountains - and of course the mists that it gets its name from. It is connected to the Low Kingdoms in the north-west by a strip of land, which prevents ships from sailing to the west to Baltarok. A blessing in disguise, I'd say, especially to the people of the Free Islands, because withouth that land we might have had a whole orcish fleet at our front door during the Invasion."

"Mistaria is home to many races besides us Metasimians. Tribes of lizardmen, werepanthers and harpies inhabit the jungles, but the coastlines are reigned by the more humanoid races. I'd say you'd feel right at home in the fertile plantations of The Lance region, for example, and Eubric has had good trading relationships with the Port of Miranda for as long as this city has existed. You should definitely visit the lands of Mistaria, if you ever get the chance."

[Tanma]

...thd Ji Pei house originally hails from a mystical kingdom somewhere in the south-east, beyond Carthago and Salmanda. The house of architects have brought otherwordly technology with them to Eubric, machines which had raised them into a position of power in no time at all. But the Ji Pei are still strangers on these shores, not only because of their blue skins but also for their customs and habits.

The Ji Pei are of a race called the aoi, the blue people. In ancient times Xu had belonged to the aoi alone, but other races - mostly humans, orcs, dwarves and nagas - now formed the majority of the land's population. The aoi are still very much in control, though, for their inventions and architecture were beyond compare. But the facts remain that the bulk of Xu is not aoi any more. Some theorize that their minority status in their homeland was the cause for them sending envoys such as the house of Ji Pei across the world to spread their influences...

As De'kra put down this book, he found that he was faint. In his memory of the city some of the denizens had been blue in hue, just as the aoi were. The very name Aoi seemed familiar, and what little of their technology was recorded struck a cord with him. And De'kra's memories often had bits and pieces of terrible conflicts, where the elements themselves warred for resources. But humans had not been in his vision, nor dwarves nor snake men. But then again, Xu was said to have once been entirely of the aoi, perhaps De'kra's memories were just a little too old. But if De'kra remembered a time before humans lived in Xu, and a time where the aoi existed in shades of green, red, brown, white, blue, and black, but nowadays only blue aoi are recorded to exist; then how old was De'kra? Either way, the Ji Pei had peaked De'kra's interest.

[Flipz]

-==IC: Arthur==-

Arthur quietly enters the library. He holds his staff carefully, so as not to send the massive bookshelves crashing into each other like giant dominoes. When he reaches the section containing the chronicles of previous quests, he gingerly sets his staff on the floor, picks up the book on Quest 1, and reads through it. Replacing the book on the shelf, he begins to read the exploits of the Heroes of Quest 4. As this is a much longer tale, he sits next to his, crossing his legs, his back to Byblos at the desk.

EDIT: OOC: Apparently, at some point, Arthur left and returned to the hall.

IC:

Arthur returns and borrows the books for Quests 2 and 3. He approaches Byblos. "Good sir, I see that there are several copies of each Quest Book. Would it be possible for me to borrow a few of them for an extended period of time--say, perhaps, taking them on a Quest of my own? Specifically, I am attempting to divine the true motivations of the Shadeaux, so I would like to borrow the books for Quests 2 and 4, as well as any others involving them. I would also like to borrow the book for Quest 3, as it is a good study guide for a Mage such as myself. , and Quest 14 as well as it deals with the same scenario...and Cinna the Dark. Finally, I would like to borrow the book for Quest 15, as I am hoping to be selected for a mission with the Bonapartes, and would like to have all relevant information on that group available to me should I be selected."

EDIT 2: OOC: Just realized those ones are still in progress, ergo the books wouldn't be written yet.

EDIT 3: OOC: Man, this topic is practically dead!

IC:

"Well...hmm, that is an odd question," Byblos replies. "Well, I don't see why not...still, I'd prefer if you only take a few, and that you be exremely careful with them!"

Arthur nods and thanks Byblos. "I will treat them with the utmost care. If I can find the time, perhaps when I return, I can tell you of my own land, a land so far to the south and east that most mapmakers don't even know we exist." With that, Arthur heads back to Heroica Hall.

Edited December 7, 2011 by Flipz

[Khorne]

NPC

Ezekiel "Zeke" Drake, professor extraordinaire, archeologist, treasure hunter and general nuisance entered the library. The silence and peace was once more shattered under the hob-nailed boots of the sorry-looking adventurer. You'd think a professor teaching at the Heroica University would earn more money and at least buy some decent, clean clothing. You'd be wrong. Archeology was a little taken class and more often than not, Zeke wasn't even available to teach it. He spends more of his time globetrotting and getting in all sorts of nastiness than actually teaching. Anyway, here he was again. As Byblos nostrils picked up the scent of his old acquintace, his eyes widened and a sudden flash of panic crossed his expression. His countless hairs rose. Slowly he turned his head and saw the sorry excuse of a professor.

"In Melodion's name, what are you doing here? Again. I thought, and hoped, I wouldn't see you anytime soon again."

"Byblos, you remember me!" Drake merely replied. He slapped his arm around the poor Metasimian and pressed some pages into his hands. "You remember the book I gave you some time ago?"

"Book is a big word for the notes you gave me, Drake" Byblos said as he rolled his eyes. He removed Zeke's arm and glanced at the papers he had been given this time. They were in better shape than the first batch he had received.

"I was finally able to finish another part of my masterpiece on the North. In this chapter I described the lay of the land. Read it when you got the time. Remember, you can keep. For old times sake." Drake blinked and raised his thumb at Byblos.

"Yes, I'll read it. Later. Much later, when the time is right." Byblos mumbled as he put the papers on his desk.

Ezekiel turned around and wanted to depart. As he head towards the exit, he was halted by two men. They looked foreign and were dressed in warm, furry clothing. They were armed with long blades and each of them carried a knife.

"Är du Ezekiel Drake?" one of them asked.

Zeke, well versed in foreign languages replied: "<Yes, that's me. Is there a problem?>"

"Ja, det finns ett problem. Var är drottning Astrids medalj? Den du forskat?"

A pearl of sweat formed on Drake's forehead. He turned to Byblos and shouted "Gotta run! Nice seeing you again, buddy!". He pushed aside the Northerners and started running. The Northmen quickly got up and started chasing the professor.

Byblos shook his head. "Tsk, idiot." The librarian as happy peace had returned to his abode. Taking a banana from his desk, he glanced at the new information Drake gave him. It contained a map of the North.

Under it was written:

The ferocious Northmen call their land Värtland, which translates into "Our land". In Common this name has been corrupted and Southerners incorrectly speak of Vortland or sometimes even Wortland. It is a mountainous, cold place and is only sparsely populated. The few Humans that do live there, live mostly along the southern shoreline. The many inlets form perfect natural harbours and are a great hiding spot for raiders. The northernmost mountain ranges are inhabited by the ancient Dwarves, who taught the Nords the Runic script and how to work metal, amongst a myriad of other things.

Värtland is ruled by a High King. The country is subdivided into two great fiefs: Westfold and Ostfold. In times of war, a two Marshalls are appointed to lead these great domains in the King's name. This is seldom the case, though, as Värtland is highly reclusive and has nearly never been at odds with other Kingdoms. At least officially.

The Folds are again divided into smaller fiefs, the so-called läne, shires, headed by a Jarl. The Jarl have a great autonomy and each of the shires almost acts as if it were an independent kingdom. There is often infighting between the shires, mostly over the sparse arable land or other smaller matters. Warfare is central in Norse culture and peace is often far away.

[Zepher]

Boomingham walks, huffing, into the library and plops down in a chair next to Byblos. "You're lucky your kind doesn't sweat Byblos," Boomingham remarks, whipping out a scarf and wiping his face. "My kind does sweat," Byblos informs Boomingham. Boomingham chuckles. "I guess that's why I come to you, and not the other way around. Say, there's been something that has been bugging me since I got here. I was in the Orcish invasion, but, you know what they say, hind-sight is twenty-twenty, and when you're in a war it's hard to tell which battles are important and which aren't, you know? So, well, what exactly happened during the Orcish Invasion? How long was it, when did Ennon fall, how were the Orcs defeated in the end, you know, all that."

[Xarrzan]

Sarick scratched even harder as he entered the library. "I need to find some books on gems, powerful gems..." He was focused. He needed to do some research and didn't even realize he was shedding his skin. Sarick gathered a large stack of books and set them on the table. He read for hours and scratched the entire time. He read through the night and didn't realize how long it had been until the sunlight shown into the library. When he looked at the ground he noticed his former skin on the floor next to him. "Hrm...I don't think the librarian will like this." Sarick cleaned up the dead skin quickly and returned the books. On his way out he looked into a mirror. He saw his new reflection and liked it. He slithered out of the library, off to the Marketplace.

[Darth Nihilus]

Dak walks into the library, feeling a little remorseful that he had to make an enemy in the Hall so quickly. But, he was here with a job, and he wouldn't let De'kra down. He walked up to Byblos.

"Excuse me, sir librarian, but do you have any information on spirits, ghosts and the like? I am curious, as I have heard many stories about them, and I'm not sure which account to believe."

[RPGer]

"When was the demon Abraxas last seen? The last I knew, he fell after I called down a earth-shuttering bolt of lightning 756 years ago."

[Endgame]

IC:

I suppose I've always been a bookworm. It was my only from of entertainment when the guild of necromancers would come to visit my father, the Archmancer, for a ritual. Of course, anything less then silent was not tolerated while a lengthy ritual was being held. Can't have anything going awry when raising the dead, yes? The necromancers where actually somewhat pleasant fellows. They were more interested in reviving someone back to life as the person they once were, then a mindless slave.

I introduced myself to Byblos. Considering I was an undead abomination, i didn't think anything peculiar of him.

I asked if he had any scrolls on necromancy I could correct or make amends to.

[Sandy]

"Say, there's been something that has been bugging me since I got here. I was in the Orcish invasion, but, you know what they say, hind-sight is twenty-twenty, and when you're in a war it's hard to tell which battles are important and which aren't, you know? So, well, what exactly happened during the Orcish Invasion? How long was it, when did Ennon fall, how were the Orcs defeated in the end, you know, all that."

Byblos presents Lord Boomingham with an extensive essay on the Orcish Invasion.

It was Year 452 in the High Kingdoms Calendar, roughly 250 years ago, when the orcish hordes first poured en masse from the western prairies of

Baltarok

into the

High and Low Kingdoms

. Before that, the greenskins had been raiding and pillaging the borderlands, but never in such force than that year. Entire kingdoms were stomped under the army.

The army advanced all the way to the eastern coast, being lead by the self-pronounced

Orc King Tarokai

, also known as the Skulldrinker and the Green Slayer. The orcs and their allies - goblins, ogres and gremlins among them - defeated the

paladins of Ennon

in a long, arduous battle that also weakened their own numbers by tens of thousands. But after that battle, the Kingdom of Ennon was theirs. Tarokai made the royal castle of

Fortaan

his new base, executing the entire royal family and sending the surviving citizens into exile. Many of them fled to Eubric, and that is also the reason why the new headquarters of the Order of the Paladins are located in this city.

Fortaan Castle was built between two mountains, so it was easy to defend from any attempts to take it from the north. To the south of the castle lay the expansive

Waldurk Forest

, which was rumoured to be haunted, and the forest itself was surrounded by the

Nathuz Mountains

, so sending a large army to regain Fortaan from the south was out of the question. Tarokai held the sieged Fortaan for over a year before the allied High and Low Kingdoms finally deviced a plan.

Gathering a hundred most fearsome and talented warriors from all over the kingdoms and beyond, the alliance would have this specialized company infiltrate the lost kingdom of Ennon from the south and sneak into Fortaan Castle to kill Tarokai and open the gates to the main army. The company landed on the Draida Bay in the dead of the night and made its way to the caves of Nathuz. But the Orc King had been cunning, and hidden traps and patrols all over the caverns. Only six out of the hundred emerged from the caves to the Waldurk Forest. There the six raised a Memorial Stone from the ground and imbued it with the memory of the 94 others who did not make it. The magic is so strong even today that it turns the flowers around the stone blood-red, and drives any beast that approaches it berserk.

After that, those six went on to invade the castle and rid the world of Tarokai. They became celebrated war heroes, and together they traveled to Eubric Freeport, where they founded an organization called Heroica so that true heroism would never be forgotten. Those six are now known simply as the Veterans, and their legend lives on in all the champions of Heroica.

As to what comes to the remains of the orcish invaders, the allied kingdoms sentenced the survivors into slavery. This has continued over generations, although many orcs have managed to buy themselves free. The kingdom of Ennon never recovered. Fortaan Castle still lies in ruins, ghosts and demons have taken over Waldurk Forest and orcish raiders still hold the caves of Nathuz. The border of Baltarok is still heavily guarded in order to prevent another greenskin invasion from ever happening.

"Excuse me, sir librarian, but do you have any information on spirits, ghosts and the like? I am curious, as I have heard many stories about them, and I'm not sure which account to believe."

Byblos directs Dak to a shelf labelled as "Fairy tales & folklore".

"There are many types of restless spirits in our world, too many to give a complete list in fact. There are many stories and theories on how they are created, but most involve some sort of great tragedy or dark magics. I am not an expert on those matters, nor do I wish to be, so you have to ask further details from someone else, I am sad to say."

"When was the demon Abraxas last seen? The last I knew, he fell after I called down a earth-shuttering bolt of lightning 756 years ago."

Byblos snickers.

"You certainly think highly of yourself for a beginner mage. Anyway, I do not keep up with the goings on of the demonic realm, but I do know that this specific demon, Abraxas, has been pestering Eubric ever since ancient times. I wish someone would find a way to destroy it instead of just banishing it, but I fear that sort of powers have long been lost."

I asked if he had any scrolls on necromancy I could correct or make amends to.

Byblos shakes his head.

"Necromancy is not something I wish to dabble with. You must know more about it than me, and I am perfectly happy to keep it that way."

[Scorpiox]

Haldor found himself in the library, looking into the large eyes of the Metasimian Byblos. The hunched man appeared to be studying a great tome, but closer inspection revealed that he was catching up on some of his missed sleep. Sleeping, quill in hand. Haldor bent down to Byblos's height and loudly cleared his throught.

Byblos awoke looking startled, but claimed he was just 'resting his eyes' for a moment.

"Har, Byblos, friend. I notice the passage friend Eric wrote a while ago concerning Wartan and the North Gods. I notice he did not write of Thoric although, so I wanted to fill in the gap. Here is a bit I made in spare time. Don't worry, Jess put it for me so you don't have to bother with bad wording."

Haldor handed Byblos a piece of parchment, spread accross with the neat, thin handwriting of Jess.

One of the popularly worshipped Norse Gods is Thoric, of Judgement and Salvation. Thoric is usually depicted as tall and bright, with a flowing red beard and hair. He is shown carrying a large hammer represting judgement and justice. Thoric is worshipped commonly by people who believe they have been wronged and want justice, also by those who wish for forgivness of the things they may have done. Many shrines to Thoric exist in the Norselands, and he is featured often in the scriptures. Thoric is described as being fair and kind, and has been known to take an interest in the lives of mortals. Specifically those who try to mirror his ways in being just and good, while admitting to have done wrongs. Thoric works with Helvetia in advising the fate of mortals who die, Thoric ensures that the person's actions were of their own will and whether they should be judged for their deeds, or forgiven. Thoric represents salvation in that he will understand why it is that mortals do things, and clears their soul of bad spirits and feelings before they pass on to Valhalla.

Haldor looked on as Byblos read the note on Thoric, and then set on his way back to the hall.

Khorne and I have spoken, we decided to retcon Thoric as Norse God of Judgement and Salvation. All is well. We've also planned something big for the Norse soon.

Edited March 14, 2012 by Scorpiox

[xxlrocka]

*looks at map of eubric* "Right. So I'm travelling from heroica hall to the other end of eubric and back in less than a month. Should be easy with this map." *asks librarian if I can have map*

EDIT:Changed my mind. I'm not gonna do that. Instead I will see if you have stuff about legendary weapons...stuff like that. Weapons that famous people own.

Edited March 16, 2012 by xxlrocka

[Sandy]

So I'm travelling from heroica hall to the other end of eubric and back in less than a month.

Byblos has a hard time keeping his face straight.

"Ahem, that shouldn't be too hard of a task, since Eubric is not that large of a city. I'm sure you can walk from the eastern wall to the western wall in half of a day..."

Instead I will see if you have stuff about legendary weapons...stuff like that. Weapons that famous people own.

"Ah, you are interested in weaponry. There are too many arms deemed 'legendary' to list, but you might find the Treasury an interesting place to visit."

[xxlrocka]

"Ah, you are interested in weaponry. There are too many arms deemed 'legendary' to list, but you might find the Treasury an interesting place to visit."

Thanks. I'm a blacksmith, you see. I need as much information as I can on weaponry so I can make my own. I have an idea on what my weapon will be called, and I think the best name for it is the dragon sword. Legendary weapons are better, so I want to turn my idea into a legendary weapon that you can feel and use, and not just admire.