Heroica RPG - First Anniversary Lottery

[Pandora]

In the heat of battle in the Throne Room of a palace of three Emperors in far off Dastan, the air is thick with the acrid stench of sweat, blood and poison. There is carnage; so many have fallen already, and yet more probably will before this immense fight is concluded. Dust falls from the shaken walls, there are cries, orders, shouts of pain and the sounds of prayers all around, yet despite this being the bloodiest of battles, it is interrupted.

A strange sensation temporarily takes hold of the palace as lots of little pink scented envelopes flutter apparently from the ceiling. Having just cleaved a man's life-force with her magic, Nyx re-opens her eyes to see this bizarre spectacle, and picks a pink envelope out of the air as it falls past. The reminder that there is more to the world than the ruinous land of Dastan, that the Hall still stands strong, and that there are more allies out there - old friends she hasn't seen for a long time, builds a new emotion for Nyx to draw on for her attacks. She smiles, hope in her heart, and signs her name on the paper to enter the lottery before allowing it to vanish whence it came, and allowing herself to refocus on her battle.

[Peppermint_M]

Tesni made her selection and noticed a familiar pink envelope. She smirked and signed her name. Free stuff was free stuff after all. It soon returned whence it came.

[Tachyon]

Mizuki,trips over as she dodges the Death Progg's strikes and sees a lottery form. She fills it in and signs her name, just as the form dissapears.

[Costy]

Hearing the announcement, I enter the raffle, before going to sit down again.

"Why do I have to walk all the way over there if others get it by mail?"

[K-Nut]

Althior awakes from his nap on the bar table as a pink letter lands on the back of his neck. He snaps awake.

"Ugh, another charity notice?" He rolls his eyes and signs his name on it. "Hopefully they'll leave me alone now..."

[Zepher]

...and fumbles around for a quill. He finds one on the table, next to his now empty drink.

"Lord Boomingham," he says out loud as he writes his name in his bold heavy print.

"Wonder where everyone's gone to. Hybros and Nur have up and left, and Tesni and Nyx and Marvelo are still no where to be found. Might as well go exploring."

Boomingham straps his two swords to his hip, the King of the Desert situated directly above his Frozen Sabre. He swaggers over to the huge doors and throws them open, setting off for the...

Edited August 2, 2012 by Zepher

[Jebediahs]

Shoulder to shoulder with those gathered on the lower level of the Hall, Nur makes his way through the sea of people. He signs his name on a slip of paper and turns it in.

[Vash the Stampede]

Dreyrugr sitting in the corner of the hall hears the announcement of the lottery. Lacking reason to not enter he signs a sheet of paper and hands it in hoping he can win something.

Edited August 2, 2012 by Vash the Stampede

[Fred Daniel Yam]

William writes his name in perfect handwriting and hands it in then runs back to slay CHAOS.

[Fugazi]

Galen lies in a pool of blood on the cold floor of a far away palace, unconscious and unaware of the numerous battles still raging all around him. A pink letter pops out of thin air and flutters down to rest on his chest, next to his bloodied sword. Whoever requires Galen's help has picked a bad day to contact him.

[Bricksandparts]

Johon sits up from his sleep as he feels a letter fall onto him, as he thrusts himself up, he bangs his head on the edge of the stair case where he was lying. Others look at him and sigh or speak under their breath. Johon slits open the letter and begins reading, it says something about for the anniversary, they are having some raffle. He looks at the prizes and can't find anything about a submission fee, so he signs up and closes back the seal. The letter vanishes in a puff of pink smoke and sparkles. Johon checks the board to see if he was picked for any of the quests or if there were any new ones. nope. He hears something about a new shop at the market though, so he gets up and sees what the commotion is about.

Edited August 2, 2012 by Bricksandparts

[Flare]

While in the middle of a battle against the Croise's warriors, Benji accidentally shoots down a seabird. When it hits the ground he notices that he was carrying a letter - an invitation to participate in the lottery. "Free sounds good to me. Could've waited a few days after the battle though. Oh well." Benji signs, and puts it on his next arrow, which he fires to the breeze and accidentaly hits another bird. "Oops, well, I'm sure it will get there somehow. It IS Z-mail after all!"

Edited August 2, 2012 by Flare

[The_Customizer]

Shortly after her advanced training, Erdathcath is strolling through the Hall when a random piece of pink paper appears! She reads the information and decides to get in on this "Lottery" whatever that may be. She pulls out another piece of pink paper and writes her name down for her entry. And sends it on its way!

[Rumble Strike]

Tarn was slightly dazed, and bleeding from the hits he had taken in this vast, sprawling, never-ending battle. So he assumed it was a trick his mind was playing on him when all around him and the other heroes arrayed alongside him, pink z-mail letters appeared. For a split second he thought that Ellaria may have contacted him. He had been away in Dastan for what seemed like months, and he hoped she and her beautiful baby were OK.

It wasn't Ellaria. Rather it was from Heroica, an invitation to join in a lottery. Normally in the midst of battle Tarn would have dismissed this completely, but he had failed time and again with his attacks, so realised he had nothing to lose. He scrawled his name in his own blood onto the reverse of the pink letter and watched it disappear once again through the magic of z-mail, before focussing on the battle once more.

[swils]

Scene fades to a martial combat training room, where a team of heroes are preparing to face off against a fierce Melee Trainer.

"Sun's out, guns out, boys! Let's take him down!"

Thormanil drops his Tailblade and... BONK!

"What the..?"

He picks up a small envelope, one that seems to have appeared from nowhere and with the sole purpose of smacking him in the face. He only slightly abuses the fact that talking is a free action in order to dictate a reply to be sent via the Z-mail service.

"Ms Ziegfried, if you wouldn't mind relaying this to the Dragonlord, I'd be awful grateful! Ahem.. 'Dragonlord, I've had a real blast fightin' with all these folk under the Heroica banner. I've got to thank ya for reigniting this institution! Here I thought that having a license to knock bad folk around like ragdolls was plenty of reward in itself, but now yer givin' us a chance at some new toys to boot? Can't argue with that!

And before I forget, here's a ticket. Come to daddy, you lovely little ammy!"

Thormanil Nihai (swils)

Turning his attention back to the battle, he attacks from the back row.

Aaaand... scene!

[Chromeknight]

As the letters burst into existence in the hallway in The palace in Dastan, Denarii the Rito snatches one out of the air.

Ooo! Shineys! Yes please!

As she goes to sign her name, the knight, Alexandre calls out,

'you can't sign, you're an NPC'

Who are you calling an enpees, hatchling? I'v ekilled more times than you. Even once a shirking throwing crusader.

Nerwen speaks up

Hush your tweeting. You cannot sign up because you are not officially a member of Heroica. Though I am sure you would be a worthy hero.

Nerwen takes the letter from Denarii and signs it.

[Sandy]

CURRENT LIST OF PARTICIPANTS:

1. Alf Gregory (Bricksandparts)

2. Alexandre le Chevalier (Capt.JohnPaul)

3. Alexis Fenral (Masked Builder)

4. Althior Emorith (K-Nut)

5. Arasmyth RuGard (Kadabra)

6. Arthur Justus Regulus VII (Flipz)

7. Atramor Gibbin (CallMePie)

8. Bartholomew Docken (Brickdoctor)

9. Benji Carvenhall (Flare)

10. Cronk (Cornelius Murdock)

11. De’kra (Tanma)

12. Dreyrugr (Vash the Stampede)

13. Durkon (RPGer)

14. Elgar Gligin (Jedi master Brick)

15. En Sabah Nur (Jebediahs)

16. Erdathcath Madilinas (The_Customizer)

17. Erik Tyrvarr (Myrddyn)

18. Galen Woodward (Fugazi)

19. Guts Holla (Scubacarrot)

20. Haldor Skovgaard (Scorpiox)

21. Hybros (JimButcher)

22. Jess Islanti (Sisco)

23. Lawrence Boomingham (Zepher)

24. L’Oréal Diablo (Adam)

25. Lycan Dean (TheBoyWonder)

26. Mizuki Kimura (zakura)

27. Monk Pretzel (Palathadric)

28. Nagure (Costy)

29. Namyrra Uq (Quarryman)

30. Nerwen Calmcacil (Chromeknight)

31. Nyx (Pandora)

32. Siercon (Siercon and Coral)

33. Sorrow (Endgame)

34. Sylph Solanum (Dannylonglegs)

35. Tarn Valco (Rumble Strike)

36. Tesni Hightribe (Peppermint_M)

37. Thormanil Nihai (swils)

38. Thothwick (Professor Flitwick)

39. William Harkenshire (VolcanicPanik)

40. Xander Unth’or (posades)

OoC: If I've missed your sign up, please say so. There is still plenty of time for more sign ups, but I wanted to check that I've got everyone so far.

[Dharkan]

"A ha, something quite fitting for me, I'll win something for sure."

Isabella signs herself up for the lottery.

[Xarrzan]

Sarick was slammed backward hard by the guard. He hit his head on the stairs that he had frozen with ice. Within the shimmering ice he somehow saw an announcement going on in the hall. Sarick must be hallucinating from his head wound but he'd see if signing his name up for the lottery worked. Sarick shook his head and got back into the fight.

[Raven Brickroft]

Well, well. Lucky me's just got a whole lot luckier. Sign me up for this lottery!

*the young "Treasure Hunter" pulls out a peculiarly pricey quill just to sign*

[Wedge09]

In the meantime on an hard hunting, Alexander Vandangant saw a poster hanging on a tree: a lottery was convened by the Veterans, great awards. He said to himself: "this is a great opportunity to get something useful, Alexander". He decided immediately to head into town to sign up for the lotery and to see the final drawing.

[Darkdragon]

Cinna sits a table in a dark corner of a dark tavern after waving goodbye to her friend and watching him head toward the ship where he will no doubt rejoin the others. She orders a plate of hot mutton stew and one last mug of ale in preperation for the two-day journey back accross the water. Glancing out the window occationally to see if the group has boarded yet, she knows she can't head to the ship until they are safely aboard. She's not ready to face everyone else, but soon things will be better again. The last few days spent talking to the cleric have removed most of the dark cloud that had invaded her mind, and the future was finally starting to look hopeful again.

The server brings over her bowl of stew and mug of ale. As she's setting it down in front of Cinna, there is a little *pop* and small puff of pink smoke. Something small and pink floats down and rests uppon a sizable chunk of mutton. The server seems not to notice and roughly tosses the bowl on the table, turning away with a grunt, as usual.

Carefully, Cinna reaches down and pulls the pink slip out of the stew before it gets too soaked with juices.

"A lottery? How interesting. Well, I should be back in time for the announcements."

She signs her name on the slip and sends it off. Things really are starting to look better now.

[Darth Nihilus]

Dak jumps back, a little bit startled, as a pink slip of paper *pops* out of thin air in front of him. It flutters into his outstretched hand, and his eyes flash over it, reading the runes at an almost inhuman speed. He quickly signs up for the lottery detailed on the slip of paper, and grudgingly mutters the "magic" words under his breath.

"I have Z-mail."

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall hurried his way through the corridor of the Dastanian Palace his greatsword sending showers of sparks off the stone work as he ran. Pink letters and envelopes littered the hallway floor resembling a rosy take on the first leaves of autumn. As he trundled along, Skrall lost his footing in a pile of sheeves. He slammed into the ground. Grunting with from the pain, he quickly skimmed through the pink letterhead that now lay only inches away from his face, he spotted something about a Pheonix Incense and other less useful items. Grabbing a candle from the wall above he quickly dribbled some wax upon the parchment, traced his name on the form, sent it off, and hoped that help would soon be on its way. Taking care not to slip on any more stationary, Skrall continued on his way to the aid of his companions.

[The Legonater]

Life was busy for Dyric in Eubric. A thousand odd tasks where keeping him from the adventures of quests and such.

But, perhaps there was still hope. Yet again, rumors reached Dyric, this time of a lottery. Interested, he confirmed the rumors yet again and signed his name.