Heroica RPG - Cruel Angel's Thesis ~ Day One

[Pandora]

Panduin grumbles around. Damned long-legs always getting in the way! And all these people! This city, this damnable hall was always overcrowded, but it's almost unbearable now. He dodges and weaves, avoiding careless steps by the too-tall people, resisting the temptation to give a swift kick to the ankles, and with a little bit of effort manages to get himself up onto a barstool.

"Beer. Now." he grunts, adding "Uhm, please?" once he sees the look on the Orcish matron's face. Here at least he had a bit of breathing space. So, everyone was locked in. Well, what would be, would be. Might as well wrap himself around several beers while the milling around carries on.

[Kintobor]

Swinehurst sent me a message on a potato saying that I should tell you something about myself. I like the color green.

Oh, that's a revolutionary new way of approaching the first Day, not trusting anyone and not making the same statement that everyone else does; I agree with you! I'm going to follow you around like a sheep.

Kob likes that Deercourt likes green, but Kob finds Deercourt very confusing and defensive. Sheep are very cute, wooly, and flammable. Don't ask how Kob knows these things, Kob just does. Deercourt needs to learn the art of sarcasm, and leave Zplif alone.

[Duvors]

Luridan looks Panduin, another short one in the hall, good, good.

He looks really angry, bad, bad.

[Scorpiox]

Will it improve my stats in a quantifiable way?

"You'll have to wait and see. Depends on whether you gain any experience along the way. And you know what they say, a bit of fun now and again can do wonders for your health. He he."

[The Legonater]

"Eh. T'be hones', 'M s'prised 's not happened 'fore now. Ev'ryone knows y'can't trust a Hero. Or any'n else, fer that mat'er."

Bah, tell me about it. Remind me to talk to you sometime on our escapades west of Shelbric someday. But alas, talk like that won't get us nowhere as long as we're stuck in here.

[Peppermint_M]

Bored of watching out the windows, Percival decided to take to the saloon. "You know, having us all trapped in here is just the best way to kill us all at once. Not the best plan eh? The vetrans are just panicing because one of them got offed. Never mind the heroes who arae working now." At the bar he smiled, "A carrot juice and one of those fantastic cabbage'n'potato dishes you make, if'n you please."

[Brickdoctor]

Kob likes that Deercourt likes green, but Kob finds Deercourt very confusing and defensive. Sheep are very cute, wooly, and flammable. Don't ask how Kob knows these things, Kob just does. Deercourt needs to learn the art of sarcasm, and leave Zplif alone.

Eh, it's so early Zpilf's statement and your statement are all mostly roleplaying and my statements are response to that (as if this was some sort of game ), so I'll just for now say, 'okay'.

"You'll have to wait and see. Depends on whether you gain any experience along the way. And you know what they say, a bit of fun now and again can do wonders for your health. He he."

Wait, that sounds like something that could get me inflicted with the Enamored effect.

[Cutcobra]

"Well,seeing ye, later I shall."

So saying Luridan jerked away up the stairs and into the saloon.

Spying Eris and Theodor at the bar Luridan jerked over, clambered into a seat next to them.

"A bad day, t'will be, sad tae, afore all tis done."

"A bad day for you, but hopefully a not-mediocre day for me."

In one corner of the saloon, despite the gravity of the upcoming fight to the death, one of the hall's smallest heroes was enthusiastically recounting oneof her Quests to the turbaned cyclops across the table.

"-and so the answer was pret-ty obvious, if I do say so myself. Time, of course, the answer was time, and the rotten little thing got pissier than, like, a paladin in Baltarok, started hissing and spitting farther than I can crack a whip, it was just gross. So anyway, he says to me, 'assssk usss, assk uss!' and he said it, like, just like that, all hissy and stuff-" the halfling downed another goblet of apple juice between words. "-and I was all like 'what?' but he was just like 'asssk uss!' so I started freakin' out, I still had the broken nail from when I fell, I can't tell you how much THAT threw me off, and he's still all like 'asssk us, assk uss!' And after, like, an hour I finally asked it - 'what have I got in my pocket?'"

"And of course THAT took the wind outta his sails like a merperson outta water, and then, and then he looked at me, like, all angry-like, and he started accusing me of being unfair! It was like, TOTALLY uncalled for. But I managed to calm him down - I'm a nice person like that - and he started guessing, right? His first guess was so stupid. 'Handses!' he said, and he said it just like that, it was so dumb. And his next guess was 'knife!' which was, like, yeah, right, as if I've got a knife on me, woulda' shanked him a long time ago - and then, this is the dumb part - he said 'string, or nothing!' which was, like, the dumbest thing ever, because everyone knows that Rockling-made clothes never have loose threads. So then he started thrashing around and whining, and it was just really, really awkward, and when he finally stopped, which was, like, hours later, he turns to me and he asks - like as if I hadn't just handed his megablocks to him - he looks at me, and-" Calico stifled a giggle. "-he says - 'what has it got in its pocketses?' and- and I says - 'I'm wearing a skirt, moron!'"

The young rogue laughed rather squeakily at the top of her lungs, a trait no doubt well-used by her many halfling ancestors over the ages, completely irregardless of the severity of the current situation in the hall.

"True freakin' story! And I still made off with all his coin!"

Eris turns to the lightning fast speaking girl and with a serious look Eris tells her "Sweetie you have got to tell me what you're drinking 'CAUSE I'VE GOT GET ME SOME OF THAT!"

[Endgame]

Enya shifts unfcomfortably, noticeably nervous. Despite recieving training from the Copper Fox, she was still plenty inexperienced, and it was glaringly obvious. Fortunately, if she was to faint, no knight in shining armor could resist helping a beautiful maiden in distress, no matter how odd they were. "But there aren't too many knights in shining armor here..." she thought.

"Only drunkwards.." the evoker mumbled.

The voices she heard told her to be content with her alienation - to revel in the fact people spoke about her and not with her - but now she wasn't sure.

"Anyone got a really bad feeling about this?"

[Rumble Strike]

"I can't believe this is happening, you'd not see such a thing happen to the Lion Knights. Of course, had I been made a Veteran like my deeds clearly merited..." Sir Rubinstein trails off, knowing that even if he was a Veteran he'd still be locked in here with the others.

[Duvors]

Luridan looks at Percival, yet another hero at the bar, soon there would be more Heroes up here than downstairs.

Turning back to the bar Luridan spoke to Sherenezade "Cabbage an' potato, a dish I would like, please, a ginger ale fare me tae."

Edited August 27, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[swils]

"No dear, I just think the situation won't get exiting. What do you think?"

I thoink boring good. Boring means we keep heads on shoulders. I worried, though. When trouble come up, I fear they turn against greenies first. Easy enough to fall back on old hatreds when suspicioinks all over place.

Swinehurst sent me a message on a potato saying that I should tell you something about myself. I like the color green.

Potato serve as message and food! Try with bacon. Good to know at least one human not hate greenies.

[-obelix-]

In one corner of the saloon, despite the gravity of the upcoming fight to the death, one of the hall's smallest heroes was enthusiastically recounting oneof her Quests to the turbaned cyclops across the table.

"-and so the answer was pret-ty obvious, if I do say so myself. Time, of course, the answer was time, and the rotten little thing got pissier than, like, a paladin in Baltarok, started hissing and spitting farther than I can crack a whip, it was just gross. So anyway, he says to me, 'assssk usss, assk uss!' and he said it, like, just like that, all hissy and stuff-" the halfling downed another goblet of apple juice between words. "-and I was all like 'what?' but he was just like 'asssk uss!' so I started freakin' out, I still had the broken nail from when I fell, I can't tell you how much THAT threw me off, and he's still all like 'asssk us, assk uss!' And after, like, an hour I finally asked it - 'what have I got in my pocket?'"

"And of course THAT took the wind outta his sails like a merperson outta water, and then, and then he looked at me, like, all angry-like, and he started accusing me of being unfair! It was like, TOTALLY uncalled for. But I managed to calm him down - I'm a nice person like that - and he started guessing, right? His first guess was so stupid. 'Handses!' he said, and he said it just like that, it was so dumb. And his next guess was 'knife!' which was, like, yeah, right, as if I've got a knife on me, woulda' shanked him a long time ago - and then, this is the dumb part - he said 'string, or nothing!' which was, like, the dumbest thing ever, because everyone knows that Rockling-made clothes never have loose threads. So then he started thrashing around and whining, and it was just really, really awkward, and when he finally stopped, which was, like, hours later, he turns to me and he asks - like as if I hadn't just handed his megablocks to him - he looks at me, and-" Calico stifled a giggle. "-he says - 'what has it got in its pocketses?' and- and I says - 'I'm wearing a skirt, moron!'"

The young rogue laughed rather squeakily at the top of her lungs, a trait no doubt well-used by her many halfling ancestors over the ages, completely irregardless of the severity of the current situation in the hall.

"True freakin' story! And I still made off with all his coin!"

Walking by the table, O'Blix listened to the story and after it finished he stopped and started making noises that sounded like laughter.

"Nyehehehe... Dis soundz like couzin Kollum... He alwayz waz a bit stupid... Diid you maybe get the name off dis stupid perzon, nayz lady?"

[Brickdoctor]

Potato serve as message and food! Try with bacon. Good to know at least one human not hate greenies.

Will bacon improve my stats in a quantifiable way?

[Waterbrick Down]

"Anyone got a really bad feeling about this?"

Werther stands to one side letting the two veterans pass. The wraith nods in agreement to the evoker before signing, {Indeed, I fear we are as an XX Bomb, bottled up only waiting to detonate.}

[Scorpiox]

Wait, that sounds like something that could get me inflicted with the Enamored effect.

"Only if ya' want it to, babe. Doesn't have to become a regular thing - a one-off might do ya' good. That's only if Capriccia wants to share. I could have ya' both on one arm, but some women, they like to keep it a bit more... personal."

He puts an arm around the vampiress.

"What say ya', Capriccia? Both together, or one at a time? Ya' get to choose, obviously, Valkyries are favoured by Wartan - it is my duty as a Nord to ensure yer every needs satisfied..."

[CMP]

Eris turns to the lightning fast speaking girl and with a serious look Eris tells her "Sweetie you have got to tell me what you're drinking 'CAUSE I'VE GOT GET ME SOME OF THAT!"

The halfling's face fell, and she sank back into her chair with a grumble. "Juice. Orc lady at the bar won't serve me any ale..."

"Nyehehehe... Dis soundz like couzin Kollum... He alwayz waz a bit stupid... Diid you maybe get the name off dis stupid perzon, nayz lady?"

"Nope. Can see the resemblance, though." Calico was remarkably unfazed by the goblin's appearance.

[Duvors]

"I can't believe this is happening, you'd not see such a thing happen to the Lion Knights. Of course, had I been made a Veteran like my deeds clearly merited..." Sir Rubinstein trails off, knowing that even if he was a Veteran he'd still be locked in here with the others.

Luridan looks at the knight "All tae easy fare me tae believe, this tis."

Luridan turns back to the bar, where a hot steaming plate of cabbage and potato and a glass of ginger ale where waiting.

"Kindly, I thank ye."

Edited August 27, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[swils]

Swinehurst was annoyed that so much happened while he was trying to speak and yet he was not notified before he opened his mouth.

He turned to greet the little gremlin at the bar and beckoned Kob over.

Greenies, come droink! Strength in numbers, plus ale!

Will bacon improve my stats in a quantifiable way?

Bacon make you strong. Bacon cure sickness. Bacon is best stat boost!

[Emjajoas]

Disgusting. "Men are such pigs," Emmanuelle mutters to herself, glaring at Oxstrong as he flirts with Cappricia.

She lowered the visor on her helmet, leaning back and scanning the hall with her eyes. A group was rambunctiously chatting and telling stories; they seemed at ease despite the situation. Emmanuelle was envious of their naivety. Others seemed much more gloomy.

One of the heroes piped up, though it seemed to nobody in particular.

"Anyone got a really bad feeling about this?"

"Most of us should, Miss," Emmanuelle peeps, lifting her visor and approaching the blonde. "We're not in the best of situations."

[Kintobor]

Eh, it's so early Zpilf's statement and your statement are all mostly roleplaying and my statements are response to that (as if this was some sort of game ), so I'll just for now say, 'okay'.

Kob scratches head, not sure what to make of Deercourt. Deercourt obviously partaking in the destruction of fourth wall. Kob shrugs Kob's shoulders and goes back to Kob's drink.

[The Legonater]

"Anyone got a really bad feeling about this?"

Haven't you been listening, lass? Everyone has a mega-blocking bad feeling about this! It comes with the territory of Veterans getting killed off. Now look miss, it's clear you're new, so let's lay this out - we need action to be taken, not standing around asking questions which a cave troll on a bad day can answer.

"I can't believe this is happening, you'd not see such a thing happen to the Lion Knights. Of course, had I been made a Veteran like my deeds clearly merited..." Sir Rubinstein trails off, knowing that even if he was a Veteran he'd still be locked in here with the others.

Another war vet, is it? Heh, nice to see you around.

[Duvors]

I thoink boring good. Boring means we keep heads on shoulders. I worried, though. When trouble come up, I fear they turn against greenies first. Easy enough to fall back on old hatreds when suspicioinks all over place.

Potato serve as message and food! Try with bacon. Good to know at least one human not hate greenies.

"A point, good ye're makin', on both counts."

Turning back to the bar Luridan says "Some bacon, I would be likin'."

Edited August 27, 2013 by Lord Duvors

[Flipz]

Oh, that's a revolutionary new way of approaching the first Day, not trusting anyone and not making the same statement that everyone else does; I agree with you! I'm going to follow you around like a sheep.

"Y'can't trus' sheep, neither--folks seem ta like ta slather 'em in poison, jes' ta spite hungry greenskins like me."

Bored of watching out the windows, Percival decided to take to the saloon. "You know, having us all trapped in here is just the best way to kill us all at once. Not the best plan eh? The vetrans are just panicing because one of them got offed. Never mind the heroes who arae working now." At the bar he smiled, "A carrot juice and one of those fantastic cabbage'n'potato dishes you make, if'n you please."

"Well, I ain' about ta let no one kill me. I kno' who's bin kind ta me in th' pas', an' i's no' bin any'ne in 'ere, so I ain' riskin' my skin fer no one." The ogre yawns as if preparing for a nap ( ), and then crams his improbably large mass behind the Quest board to Hide.

[Brickdoctor]

"Only if ya' want it to, babe. Doesn't have to become a regular thing - a one-off might do ya' good. That's only if Capriccia wants to share. I could have ya' both on one arm, but some women, they like to keep it a bit more... personal."

Doesn't seem like a consistent stat boost, then. No thanks.

Bacon make you strong. Bacon cure sickness. Bacon is best stat boost!

That might make sense. I've heard of the powers of Raw Meat. Does anyone have any Raw Meat? But preferably from Mad Cows and preferably not from Teuthisal.

"Y'can't trus' sheep, neither--folks seem ta like ta slather 'em in poison, jes' ta spite hungry greenskins like me."

I agree!