Heroica RPG - Second Anniversary Lottery

[Chromeknight]

Entering in the tavern of the Dragon's Head Alexander says a small poster regarding the Second Anniversary Lottery. Under the poster there are a few pieces of paper ready to be written with the hero's name and Alexander decides to partecipate. He signs-up writing Alexander Vandangant, the elven archer, then the Z-mail disappears from his hands and he continues in the tavern to continue his task.

Nerwen watches Alexander's reading the poster and signing up. She steps across to the poster and signs her name, Nerwen Calmcacil also.

[Bricksandparts]

After getting up from the table, Johon writes his name on a slip of paper and drops it in the box.

[Brickdoctor]

Sitting down behind my shield as Avery's attacks bounce off of it and ricochet off of my cloak, I pick up the piece of paper and write in neat script, Bartholomew Docken.

[Flare]

As Benji fought the bandits in the distant land of Xu, he noticed a Z-mail letter appear in his pocket. He quickly read the tattered letter, which was a short invitation to participate in the raffle. Benji signed his name Benji Carvenhall and tossed the Z-mail back up into the air. As the letter disappeared Benji was already back in his fighting position.

[Vash the Stampede]

"Messy signature you have there, Erik," I say after bringing down the slug. "Check mine."

"Does everything need to be perfect for you? Provided it's legible there's nothing wrong with a little mess." Not having any ink on him quickly Dreyrugr marks his name with his blood from his wounds. Dreyrugr. "Iv'e got Z-mail."

[PsyKater]

As the battle rages with Messie and its minions, two familiar faces nonchalantly trot up behind the heroes.

"Oink! Oinkity-oink! [The Second Anniversary Lottery is here!.]"

"Baah baah... Baaahhh. [Write your name on this piece of paper, and I can return it to the Hall for you.]"

With a slightly perplexed look on his face, Hoke lifts the visor of his helm and slips Vintul under his arm. He quickly scribbles his name on the parchment and tucks it in the goat's collar.

"Now run along my friends. I would hate to see you wind up in Messie's belly!"

"Are you distracted again, Hoke?", Stigevaldi shouts at the Knight as she sees him talking with the pig and the goat of the farmer. "Wait, what do they say? Huh, whatever." She writes her name on the paper as well before Hoke tucks in the goat's collar and gives Hoke a pat on the shoulder. "Let's return to business, shall we?"

[Fred Daniel Yam]

An arrow shoots out of nowhere with William Harkenshire written on it

[Flipz]

Spotting the poster in the tavern, Arthur scans it quickly but does not approach, not wanting to break his 'cover', even as flimsy as it was. He knew there'd be a message in his satchel, addressed just to him--and sure enough, as he reached into his bag there it was. He left the tied paper and pulled out his old sapphire goblet and the bottle of wine he'd taken from the hotel room earlier instead. Why can't that woman just leave me alone? he wonders. She's almost as bad as Caroline. Arthur frowned inwardly. Speaking of which...where was she? He hadn't heard from her in months. Not since...well, not since Grogmas Eve. An absolutely absurd number of major events took place that night. Even now, my life seems to revolve around that fateful day...

While Arthur mused, a small black orb in his bag began to pulse and squirm, as if it sensed its master's thoughts. A spurt of black goo suddenly tore itself from the orb, momentarily staining Valentine's invitation before draining away, leaving just a name on the entry line: Arthur Justus Regulus VII. A sound, like the silent whisper of a thousand departed souls, echoed through the Plaything, emerging as a silent murmur that nonetheless triggered the paper's transport spell, submitting the name to the lottery.

Heedless, Arthur wiped out the cup and poured himself a glass of wine, he raised his glass to the dark-armored being he was chatting with. "To better days," he toasts simply, before taking a drink.

[herrJJ]

The rumors in the hall startled some beings of nature surrounding it. They were the most innocent mankind could think of: butterflies. By the grating of Sylvania they were aware of what these rumors were about and spreaded the word of the upcoming anniversary lottery amongst them.

Edited August 2, 2013 by herrJJ

[Etzel]

Maurice finished his meal of hot stew up in Scheherazade's Saloon after the lottery was announced. In the meantime more and more letters came flying into the Hall in all kinds of innovative ways. Maurice shook his head a little, wiped his mouth and hands on the table cloth as good manners bid, and wrote down his name, Maurice Ratibor of the Paladin Order, on a ticket. Then he delivered it in person to the veteran in charge of the lottery.

[herrJJ]

The heroes in the hall were some sort of excited about the upcoming event. Suddenly a blue and red light filled the entire place. As suddenly as it appeared it was gone. Only some whispering could be heard.

“This is the chance to become even more powerful than I am now. All those enemies I will be able to finish off with these prizes…”

“No, I will use it for the sake of the good people around me. They deserve to be ransomed from their doom. So I am able to live humbly and devoutly.”

“Nah, humbly and devoutly, from which planet do you come, ey? I will revenge myself, savvy?”

“For heavens sake I hope you will not win any prize. Better if it goes to me!”

The both bodyless voices argued further but getting even more silent until they could not be heard. After a while a note floated down from the ceiling of the hall. It contained only one word: Nessa

[CorneliusMurdock]

Oh, another lottery. Cronk hopes that Cronk wins something this time...

Cronk scrawls his name on the parchment and hands it in.

[joeshmoe554]

Jeaux could make out a haze of blurry shapes and figures, including a bright pink object hovering in the air in front of him, as the remedy worked its magic the blur began to resemble a note. Jeaux did a quick scan of the text, keeping an eye on the rats threatening them. It appeared there was a lottery being held in the hall. While reading the note, a black mark moved from Jeaux's hand onto the paper and wrote out a short message

Nilr Jeaux

The last words on the note seemed to sparkle with a raspberry color. He read the words out loud, "I've got Z-mail?". The note vanished in a puff of pink smoke, smelling faintly of freshly baked cookies.

[Pandora]

In the grand hall of the great Guffington, a small piece of paper plops out of the air and lands in Nyx's glass of fine Charissian wine. With her forefinger and thumb she removes the now soggy script and examines it, before heating it in her hand to dry it out, and scorching the letters "Nyx" into it as she does so. She tosses it lightly into the air, muttering the necessary words to send it back to the lottery, with which it disappears in a puff of smoke.

[xxlrocka]

As Drake was passed out, a small slip of paper appeared out of nowhere and landed itself on his face. Dak facepalmed and scribbled the words "Drake Flamerobe" in Drake's own messy handwriting on the paper. Then, he threw the paper at the guy who was being handed the slips.

[The Legonater]

In the Hall, Dyric noted the announcement of the lottery. He noted how successful the last one was, and decided to sign his name, Dyric Rone, onto the parchment.

[posades]

Xander looks on the ground beside him, hearing the slight flutter of an envelope land near his resting spot. Reading its contents, he writes his name on the piece of paper and sends it back to where it came from.

[CMP]

Atramor stumbled backward from the force of the Twin-Tailed Scorpion's venomous sting. He opened his mouth to relay his thoughts to the party, but instead found a scrap of parchment floating unmovingly in front of him. He grabbed it, skimmed it, scribbled his name down, and let it float off again.

[K-Nut]

Althior notices a floating piece of paper in the dark, He takes the kitchen knife he's twirling between his fingers and stabs it through the paper into the table. He quickly writes his name down and draws the knife, watching the paper float away.

[Quarryman]

Following Hoke, Nur and Stigveladi Namyrra also writes her name on the goat's piece of paper before returning to focus at the monstrous sea creatures attacking the party.

[Peppermint_M]

In the heat of battle a purple mist blared brightly. "Mistress, a boon arrives..." The tones of Cysgodion spoke.

"Ah, I shall place my name on the draw." Tesni muttered. The paper fluttered into the collection

Tesni Hightribe scrawled across it.

[Professor Flitwick]

The free city came upon the horizon, as the morning sun began to illuminate the Crystalline Sea. In their cabin on their return ship, Thothwick and Hoptet were preparing to move their luggage to the deck, ready for departure.

"This ones heavy. Take two to carry."

"Okay, lift with your feet."

"How you lift wi-"

"Humanish expression, sorry! We'll lift - with your hands - three... two... one... lift!"

The two heaved, and lifted up their suitcase, when...

"You got Z-Mail!"

Taking the two completely by surprise, they dropped their luggage. Onto their feet.

"Son of a-"

"[-female dog!]"

After rubbing their feet, Thothwick explained the sudden apparition.

"They did one last year. They started it at the precise apex of the battle of Dastan. I recall I had just finished dispatching several of Wren's automatons of the shadows, when it appeared."

"Shall we join?"

"What have we got to lose?"

​Their feet bruising nicely, Hoptet and Thothwick signed up for the lottery.

OoC: Don't worry, Hoptet's was purely cosmetic, only Thothwick's counts.

[Fugazi]

Busy helping Beatrice settle in a new home and a new life, Galen hadn't visited the Heroica premises in a long while. Unsurprisingly, the crowd in the Hall was rowdy and tipsy, and Galen stood in the shadows listening to the fragments of conversations drifting his way. It didn't take him long to figure out that the favourite topic tonight was some generous lottery. Never one to miss out on free stuff, Galen signed his name on a scrap of paper fallen off the Quest Board. Then he swiftly climbed the stairs, answering the call of free drinks.

[Waterbrick Down]

As Skrall sat by the shore of Loch Mess, he noted that the goat Billy was still waiting around apparently unfazed by the danger around him. Skrall hastily wrote his name upon a scrap of parchment he carried in his bag and handed it to the goat to bear to the raffle.

[Zepher]

Boomingham is about to speak more to the Patuqun knights when a letter poofs into the air in front of it. Confused and thinking it is Barty for a brief second, he makes a lunge at it, but finds instead that it is another lottery. He signs his name to the parchment and whispers loudly, "I've got Z-Mail."