Khorne

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    Roeselare, West-Flanders (you know, where the poppies blow)
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  1. "Believe me, lady, I don't need pointers from dragons," Eric replied, purposely misinterpreting the Elf's words. "Besides, I could show you a thing or two myself, be it on the battlefield or beside it. See you around." "There's nothing better than some good ale, though. Where are your parents, anyway? Are you native to Eubric or Uland?", Eric asked while drinking some more of his own mead. He then continued to explain in a boastful manner, "A Basilisk is like a gigantic snake. A landwyrm that gnaws through the heart of this land. It springs from the earth when you least expect, trying to eat you alive. Its fangs drip with deadly poison and its gaze can turn a man into stone. The battle I fought was hard, but I endured and I slew the beast."
  2. Eric sniffed and eyed the newcomer suspiciously. He didn't quite like being interrupted in his conversation. "No, we haven't. Chances are slim I would've remembered, though, ..." The Nord indicated Ezeran demon belly by pointed and circling his finger at it, "...even with that thing you have there."
  3. Once the ale had been brought, Eric shoved a pint towards Petaldan and raised his glass. "Bottom's up, young one", the Nord said and drank his beer. Wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, he chuckled at the young Knight's remark. "Bad guys can have shiny weapons as well, at least if they are smart enough to upkeep their equipment. The world isn't as black and white as you might think, unge" "Anyway, am I a hero? Yes, I have dabbled in the activities of a hero. I've slain many great beasts, such as a Basilisk and the Queen of Sirens. On many occasions, I also got the girl at the end. So ja I am a hero. My name is Eric, from the North. I am a Vindicator of Njordon, King of the Seas. What is your name?"
  4. The doors of the Hall were pushed wide open and sunlight bursted in. With his usual swagger Eric the Nord re-entered the Hall after a long time. The Hall might've forgotten about him, but he had not forgotten about the Hall's free drinks. With a trademark cocky grin and rolling shoulders as he stepped Eric made his way through the Hall. His eyes went from left to right, scanning the faces of those currently residing in the Hall of Heroica. There didn't seemed to be any sight of Kheyli the Barbarian who Eric had met the last time he was here, nor was there sight of his friends, be it Jon, Hybros or Lawrence. Instead there were a lot of new faces, but none seemed to interesting. In fact, one even had a really ugly mug. Like he was dropped on his head as a baby and then stepped on by a mammoth. Eric chuckled slightly as he imagined the scenario. The Nord then caught eye of Jinnipher the Moon Elf. He couldn't quite remember if he had seen her before or not. She looked alright. More pleasing to the eye than most here. Eric stroked his beard and winked at her, then motioning a kiss her way. Chuckling he continued his way to the bar. Suddenly, the Nord stopped his stride and stood still, baffled for but a mere second. He blinked in disbelief, but then smiled wide. He hightened the speed of his step and marched straight over something he had not seen before. At least not in the Hall. Not in the South, anyway. At a table, sipping a glass of water sat a small child cleaning his shield. With a more joyful aura to him than was usual, Eric sat down at the same table. "Hail, little warrior", he said and then nodded towards the shield, "smart move, taking good care of your equipment. Your parents taught you well." He turned over to the bar and in a booming, but not aggressive voice shouted: "Maid, ale for me and the unge here!" Eric smiled as he waited for Scheherazade to bring the beers. The small child made him think back of his own youth in the North. Back home, when all was well. How proud he had been when he first received his sword. And how much more proud his father had been once Eric had drawn blood with said blade.
  5. I haven't been active these last few months, but I do pop in sometimes to see what's going on. I felt I needed to log on to congratulate you on the 5 years anniversary, Sandy. As many others have said here, you did a terrific job during all those years, managing a lot of Heroica stuff on your own. I hosted 1 small quest and another botched one and I already had my hands full with that, so yeah, I tip my hat to you for your effort . Thanks for the incredible experience, I had a blast playing here and being part of a bigger world .
  6. Introducing Vendrick, the hipster guard:
  7. Eric walked into the Hinckwell Villa once again. His loss here left a bitter taste in his mouth, but at least he had lost from a friend and not some idiot member of a House. The Nord didn't stay for too long, merely purchasing a Cornucopia, an investment which left him with 1360 Gold afterwards.
  8. Eric strides into the Marketplace, ready to spend some coin. Eric buys: Conspirator upgrade (from 18 to 20): 390 Gold 7x Mead: 105 Gold 2x Smelling Salts: 50 Gold 2x Nostrum: 70 Gold 4x Grand Potion: 40 Gold Total spent: 655 Gold Eric has 1860 Gold left (2515 - 655).
  9. Eric nodded and drank the rest of his mead. "I like a drink, but I have business to attend to first. Maybe some other time." "See you around Kheyli the Hunter", the Nord bade farewell as he got up and left the Hall, going to the Marketplace.
  10. Yeah, you're right . I'll just leave it as it is and pay full price. I should've paid more attention !
  11. I've been waiting for Monk Pretzel's answer to Eric's request about upgrading Conspirator for some time, while in fact you answered almost directly after I posted. Somehow I completely missed or overlooked your post, Pala . Sorry for not having replied (sooner) to your post . I'm guessing it's probably too late to accept Monk Pretzel's offer ?
  12. Eric smiled, "I never said nature wasn't good or that it was bad. Neutral is the word I used." He shrugged. "It has good things and bad things, but overall it's indifferent." "The accent didn't give it away already?", the Nord chuckled, "I am Eric the Northman. I come from many places, but Värtland is my one and true home."
  13. The newly Vindicator chuckled and returned a grin. "Ja, the faeries and their skewed view of nature. Quite ironic that they see the hunt as 'dirty', while it is as much a part of nature as the trees and wind. Nature isn't good, nature is neutral and only the strongest survive its apathy. Sometimes, if not most of the times, that means the sacrifice of those weaker." Eric took another chug of his Mead and slightly raised his mug and nodded to Kheyli. "That makes two who left their home." He spoke the words bitterly, for he hadn't really left his home but was rather made to leave it.
  14. "You need to get your lenses readjusted, clankermans: I'm not a landlubber." When Goliath finished his story, Eric blinkend in disbelief. "Really, your story is that you have not story? Talk about disappointment." "Ja, we'll talk another time". Eric patted his friend on the shoulder. "Good luck, Hybros. I'll give the assassin the Opal when I see him." The Nord returned Althior's nod with a nod of his own while holding the rim of his hat. Eric pocketed the 200 Gold he received. "A hunter out west. You mean the Kingdoms or beyond? I thought faeries lived in the Faerie?"
  15. "Whatever." Eric signaled Monk Pretzel to come over. It had been a while since both had last met and most of their previous interactions had been rather difficult. There was money to be saved however, so Eric decided to put aside past grudges. For now. The Nord flashed another grin. "So, Pretzel, how much discount are we talking about here? How much would it cost me to upgrade my weapon? (Conspirator to level 20)"