Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Scubacarrot]

"Split personality gone."

"Aw, man. I just started to like that guy! In all seriousness though, good for you, kid. Must be tough, knowing that your actions might not be your own, like you are being controlled, by someone else, do you know what I mean?"

Taking a sip from a new bottle of wine, put on the table by the orc mistress of the hall,

"So, kid. When we were in that blasted mine... You mentioned that you were in prison. For what? If you don't mind me asking."

[Tanma]

De'kra watched as some of the combatants returned to the hall, and began to talk among themselves. The shade recognized Dak among them, talking to yet another Rogue. The rogue population seemed kind of large in the Hall, although De'kra only knew two of them really. As he listened to the two rogues, De'kra heard the word "prison." Immediately he seemed more intense, though only in subtly ways like eye movements.

[Darth Nihilus]

"Aw, man. I just started to like that guy! In all seriousness though, good for you, kid. Must be tough, knowing that your actions might not be your own, like you are being controlled, by someone else, do you know what I mean?"

Taking a sip from a new bottle of wine, put on the table by the orc mistress of the hall,

"So, kid. When we were in that blasted mine... You mentioned that you were in prison. For what? If you don't mind me asking."

"I suppose it doesn't matter whether I tell you or not. For some reason, my old self thought it off great importance that the truth was kept secret from you. Odd, it doesn't seem that important to me anymore. Anyway, I was there for murdering one of my uncle's guards he had posted to keep me under lock and key. It was one of my moments of grave misjudgment, that led to much suffering."

Dak now seems to hold himself in a different manner, a bit less worried, perhaps. He seems nonchalant, as if nothing of any importance to him is going on, yet a new fire burns in his eyes, brighter than ever before. It would appear that he is becoming a bit more like the elf family he had described to Guts, not caring about anyone but himself.

[Scubacarrot]

"I suppose it doesn't matter whether I tell you or not. For some reason, my old self thought it off great importance that the truth was kept secret from you. Odd, it doesn't seem that important to me anymore. Anyway, I was there for murdering one of my uncle's guards he had posted to keep me under lock and key. It was one of my moments of grave misjudgment, that led to much suffering."

Guts nodded,

"You killed someone that stood between you and freedom, just doing his job. The guy probably had a family of himself..."

After slipping out of thought, Guts continued:

"Anyway, what Ive learned about guards in my life, is that they are expendable, abundant and ignorant. I once had to get information about this mage, so I decided to 'question' the guard of his mansion. The sod had already lost a toe and three fingers before it was clear he did not know anything. Not my best moment, heh... I suppose you were'nt thrown into Eubric's prison? I must have been thrown in that place a dozen times. Mostly for murder and public intoxication, but i've always escaped before they could hang me. That place is as secure as a paper bag in a rain storm."

[Darth Nihilus]

Guts nodded,

"You killed someone that stood between you and freedom, just doing his job. The guy probably had a family of himself..."

After slipping out of thought, Guts continued:

"Anyway, what Ive learned about guards in my life, is that they are expendable, abundant and ignorant. I once had to get information about this mage, so I decided to 'question' the guard of his mansion. The sod had already lost a toe and three fingers before it was clear he did not know anything. Not my best moment, heh... I suppose you were'nt thrown into Eubric's prison? I must have been thrown in that place a dozen times. Mostly for murder and public intoxication, but i've always escaped before they could hang me. That place is as secure as a paper bag in a rain storm."

"No, not Eubric prison. Somewhere far, far worse than that. This was a place of murderers, the very worst. Maybe my uncle thought that it would knock some sense into me, or maybe he had no control over the events....I do not know, nor do I care. If he wished to knock some sense into me, so be it. That place certainly did it's job. After I made it out, barely, I headed straight for Eubric, with one...er, small detour."

Dak seems reluctant to reveal any more.

[Dwellington]

An old man steps into the Hall. It is clear from his attire that he is some kind of wizard, but he lacks a certain...gravitas. He doesn't seem to walk so much as stamp, as though he were trying to squash invisible bugs underfoot. He approaches the Quest Board, and makes note of Quest #20.

"Who else is going off to these mines?" He asks, "I am Aberforth Swindle, the great Wizard of the West, and while I am interested in joining this venture, I am very old, and would like to get to know my fellow adventurers better."

[Darth Nihilus]

"Who else is going off to these mines?" He asks, "I am Aberforth Swindle, the great Wizard of the West, and while I am interested in joining this venture, I am very old, and would like to get to know my fellow adventurers better."

"I am. Name's Dak, I'm a Rogue, and that's all you need to know about me. This here," Dak points to Guts, "is Guts, also a Rogue. Over there," Dak points to Knifk and the Barbarian talking, "is Knifk, a Knight, and another who I haven't met yet, who I believe is also signed up for the Quest in question. Now, over there," Dak points to Sarick, "is Sarick, a Mage such as yourself. You might want to get aquainted with him, I don't know much about magic and such as you Mages practice, and he, being a mage, does. He might have more common ground with you, you know? But, stay if you wish. I don't mind, but I'm not sure about Guts."

Edited January 13, 2012 by Darth Nihilus

[Scubacarrot]

I'm not sure about Guts."

Guts watched as the newcomer came through the doorway. Pointy hat, colorful robes, long beard, staff... Another mage. Perfect. Just what they needed in these dire times, where crimelords rule the streets and dark forces corrupt the lands, more bloody mages to blow things up.

Guts sighed, took another sip from his almost empty bottle, and grumbled in the approximate direction of the mage:

"Do what you want, Mage. But point that staff, your finger, or even look at me, and you will be living with a dagger through your throat for the rest of your time."

Edited January 13, 2012 by Scubacarrot

[Dwellington]

Swindle takes a step back from Guts, lowering his eyes. He bows and takes off his hat.

"Be at ease, kind Mister Guts! I can't speak for all of my wizardly peers, but I am a man of peace. I would not magic anyone who wasn't well deserving of it."

Putting his hat back on, he nods at Guts, Dak, and Knifk, while he sidles over to Sarick.

"This is a fine company. I have full confidence this venture will go smoothly. Well met, all of you! Especially you, Mister Sarick, my good snake. Man. Snake-man. Heheh."

Swindle doffs his hat nervously at Sarick, clearly unused to the company of Nagas.

[Xarrzan]

Sarick was sipping on the strange drink that Guts had gotten him when the older mage came near. He raised his eyes then looked at the newcomer.

"This is a fine company. I have full confidence this venture will go smoothly. Well met, all of you! Especially you, Mister Sarick, my good snake. Man. Snake-man. Heheh."

Sarick narrowed his eyes and slithered around the man rapidly while flicking his tongue out to taste the air. He made sure to never touch him during his inspection. Sarick slithered back a few paces and addressed the mage

"Darknessss," he said with slow hiss, "I smell Darkness about you." He gripped his staff tighter. "Why would a 'man of peace' practice dark magic? Do you corrupt the dead with unholy magic? And no, I am not planning on venturing into the mine. I wish to be a bodyguard for my next quest."

[Dwellington]

Swindle fishes around in his cloak, and pulls out a small purple medallion.

"This belonged to my old teacher, Barty Cudgel. He got a little funny in the head. Then he tried tampering with the fabric of the cosmos. I can still remember the smell..."

Swindle's eyes glaze over for a minute.

"Anyways, while I was sweeping up the ashes, I found this. I believe it has practical applications that go beyond mere 'necromancy.' In any case, as a magical amplifier it's pretty potent. I can assure you I'll be a good little boy. If you ever see me reanimating corpses, or buying skull-themed jewelry, or cackling, I'll let you personally take me down."

He stuffs the medallion back into his cloak, doffs his hat, and turns to the others.

"Well, gentlemen, it looks like I'm your mage. I'll have a few things to prepare before we set out, but I'll do what I can to lend magical assistance and foresight to our endeavor."

[Tanma]

IC: De'kra softly clicked, "Dark only evil as wielder, light only as kind as master. Example; some followers of Ennoc slaughter innocent Orcs. Following "god" of light not stop followers from exist as Karzahni-spawn. And I know people of dark who not evil; one hero here. Not here now, she on quest. Other dark user back home, I think. He was not good person, but spared lives and did when it come to it try save universe from his master. He had harm many people and was bad, but he die try to save his people and I universe. I prefer he over some "good" villagers back home. Light and Dark, like a sword or shield; ultimately just tools. It user that decide what to do. No excuse for evil but own decision."

[Xarrzan]

Swindle fishes around in his cloak, and pulls out a small purple medallion.

"This belonged to my old teacher, Barty Cudgel. He got a little funny in the head. Then he tried tampering with the fabric of the cosmos. I can still remember the smell..."

Swindle's eyes glaze over for a minute.

"Anyways, while I was sweeping up the ashes, I found this. I believe it has practical applications that go beyond mere 'necromancy.' In any case, as a magical amplifier it's pretty potent. I can assure you I'll be a good little boy. If you ever see me reanimating corpses, or buying skull-themed jewelry, or cackling, I'll let you personally take me down."

He stuffs the medallion back into his cloak, doffs his hat, and turns to the others.

"Well, gentlemen, it looks like I'm your mage. I'll have a few things to prepare before we set out, but I'll do what I can to lend magical assistance and foresight to our endeavor."

"Hrm, well its a good thing you're willing to venture into the mine then. Minesss mean lots of minerals, and hopefully some useful Gemsss so you can cast something other than darkness spells."

[UsernameMDM]

The finely trimmed and bedecked man once again enters Heroica Hall and checks sign ups for Quest #20.

Current sign ups for Quest #20:

Tarn Valco, Level 10 Barbarian - Rumble Strike

Dak Shadeaux, Level 7 half-elf Mopag Rogue - Darth Nihilus

Guts Holla, Level 7 Rogue - Scubacarrot

Knifk, Level 7 Knight - Bioniclover

De'kra, Level 10 Rogue - Tanma

Aberforth Swindle. Level 1 Mage - Dwellington

The man turns to the crowd in Heroica Hall.

"If I have overlooked any brave hero, please do speak up, or these six shall be chosen."

[The WarMocer]

Long ago, in the land of the halflings:

(Okay, maybe you don't want to hear about the LOTR with changed place names

and characters name, now just some bit of storytelling)

The dark lord Soraun long has passed away

But much still wanted to go on a journey

There was much adventurous souls

but not any dark fool

So they all headed to Heroica

but its too long to tell for ya

One day, there came one:

His name was Sancho Praudfout. He traveled far to come to the

Heroica Hall.

-Hey, how is it in here? Hope there's enough quests for someone

adventurous like me.

(a voice in the room)-You, i don't know much 'bout halflings, could i learn more

-(to himself)Oh! No! Not again, how will I explain him im just living a bit longer

than humans but that im only half as tall as them. Need to find something creative

to explain all of that stuff...

Long time later....

-WOW! That dagger or throwing knife thing you call

is perfect for me!

A new rogue is coming!

Long live the Halflings!

(ya, im a fan of the LOTR, thats why my hero is a hobbit Halfling)

Edited January 16, 2012 by The WarMocer

[Darth Nihilus]

A new Hero in the Hall. It seemed all too ordinary these days. Dak noticed the knife hanging at the young Rogue's belt. He looked at his own knife, its former glory tarnished with bloodstains, and smiles grimly. It wasn't easy, being a Hero, and sometimes you had to kill to do the right thing. What was the true difference between right and wrong? Both sides killed eventually, they just had different ways of doing it. Dak smiles again, this time with a small hint of a smirk hidden deep in the smile. This Rogue might have a lot to learn. Maybe Dak could help him on his way. He straightens from his place at the bar, the Tfel sword on his back clanking against his vest. The barely concealed knife at his waist swung against his leg, and he stepped away from the bar, towards the young halfling, who had been trying to look fierce. The dried blood on Dak's face stood out against his pale skin, and his tunic was dyed dark red with the blood from the crocodile's swing at him. He stepped forward, and came to face the newcomer.

"Welcome. You're new here, so you don't have field experience. Before you get out there, however, I have a question for you, halfling. What is the most important thing, that must be protected at all costs? Answer truth, and from your heart."

[UsernameMDM]

Seeing no objections or additions, the finely clad man posted the chosen adventurers on the Questboard and leaves:

Chosen adventurers for Quest #20 - Missing Minerals!:

Tarn Valco, Level 10 Barbarian - Rumble Strike

Dak Shadeaux, Level 7 half-elf Mopag Rogue - Darth Nihilus

Guts Holla, Level 7 Rogue - Scubacarrot

Knifk, Level 7 Knight - Bioniclover

De'kra, Level 10 Rogue - Tanma

Aberforth Swindle. Level 1 Mage - Dwellington

A note attached at the bottom of the names instructs the recruits to supply and report to the back door of the Miner’s Guild’s meeting hall.

[legobodgers]

Amorith walks back into the hall, though he had spent little time there it still felt like home. Eager for another quest he looks to the questboard and signs up for Quest #21 Family history.

Then he walks up to the bar and sits down at an empty table.

[Flare]

Benji also walks into Heroica Hall, goes and signs up for Quest #21, and walks up to the bar. He notices Amorith sitting by himself, so he walks over to him and sits down.

"Hey mate. Drink on me?"

[legobodgers]

"Sure"

Looking over at his friend Amorith realised how little he actually knew about him.

"How did you come to Heroica?"

[Flare]

"Well, I first arrived here near the opening of Heroica Hall, and soon joined Quest #4. But how did I get to Heroica in the first place, that is a long story..."

"OK, so it was like this. I lived in a human village. My father was one of the leaders of the village, and a human, but my mother was an elf from unknown regions. She died when I was only 12 years old."

"A year ago, a war started between our village and a neighboring clan that lived in the forests. I was placed as a leader of a squad of 100 men, charged to take down the storage facilities, therefore to cripple them and force them to come out of hiding. I won the battle, but I disobeyed some specific orders from my father."

Benji sighs.

"I hate to admit it, but I was kicked out of the village. My father thought that it was extremely unsuitable for me to blantantly disobey orders, but by himself he wouldn't have kicked me out. It was the other councilmen of the village, who do not trust me, as they did not trust my mother."

"I wandered around the countryside til I heard about Heroica Hall. I thought that I might be able to prove that I am worthy to rejoin my village, if I gain a reputation..."

"So that is my story. What about you, my friend? Despite our time together in the quest, I do not know much about you as well."

[legobodgers]

Well, for the longest time I lived as a hermit in Waldurk forest, the orcish wars came and went and little really changed. Until recently I realised that I wanted to see more of the world, I wanted an adventure. So I came here to offer my services as a mage to the people of Eubric.

Amorith calls over to Boomingham,

"Say, weren't you going to split the gold we gained from the gold ore?"

Edited January 20, 2012 by legobodgers

[Flare]

"You lived during the orc wars? Wow! I didn't realize that you were so, um, old such a veteran... "

"Yeah, Boomingham... "

"I am running a tad low on gold."

[Zepher]

OoC: Boomingham has not, for story purposes, re-entered the Hall. He'll enter now, and you'll be paid, don't worry.

The doors to the hall burst open, and Boomingham walks in, swinging his hips, walking with determination in his step, two bewautiful swords clipped to his side. This entrance is not unlike Boomingham's original entrance, though this time he has a new feeling to him. He is more confident. And a little, tiny, itty bitty angelic figure sits on his shoulder. Boomingham surveys the room. His eyes dart back and forth, taking in each figure in the room. His closes his eyes tightly, and smiles widely.

"This is my realm now," he whispers to himself. His angelic buddy is the only person who hears, and he keeps silent.

Boomingham saunters over to Sylph first, sitting, meditating at the bar. Boomingham plops his gait into a chair next to him, and the chair squeaks and sags in protest.

"Here's the gold I owe you, buddy boy." Boomingham grabs a small coin purse, a deep red (20 gold, from the gold ore), out of his pack, and tosses it up before slamming it into the bar. "Thank you for the loan. I do not forget who has treated me well. I hope to serve again with you, some day."

Boomginham hops off the chair... or rather, slides off energetically, and makes his way over to the table where his two quest mates sit. He produces two more coin purses from his sack (30 gold each, from the gold ore) and drops them heavily onto the table. He does not sit down. "Here you blokes go. As I said, it was a pleasure serving with you." The two heroes eye the little angelic figure on Boomingham's shoulder. Boomingham takes the questioning looks as his cue to sit, and he slides into another creaking and protesting chair.

"Yeah, I'm a Paladin now, but don't tell anyone, I don't know if the order will track we down or not, but if possible I'd like to avoid visiting them. Ennoc, Ennon, bunch of phooey, they're all loonies. Some of them are quite nice and brave loonies, fought along side a few of them in the war, but loonies none the less." The angelic figure looks prepared to speak, but Boomingham holds up a finger. "This is Barty. I have instructed Barty to not talk. He's a little bugger, and I'd be better off without him if I didn't need him for all the healing work. Barty, why have I instructed you to not speak?" Barty does not answer. Boomingham laughs. "Bless my heart he's already growing on me. He's a smart little bugger. I don't want to get all buddy-buddy with him. It seems this hall already has too many comedic duos. I'm not going for that with Barty here. We'll work with each other, but that's it. Isn't that right, Barty?" Barty remain silent. "Good man!"

[Sisco]

Gilderoy walked into Heroica Hall; his clients were getting impatient...

"The current sign-ups are:"

Sylph Solanum (Dannylonglegs)

Nyx (Pandora)

Sarick Lanse (Xarrzan)

Nerwem Calmcacil (Chromeknight)

Amorith Marvelo (legobodgers)

Benji Carvenhall (Flare)

"Hm. Does anyone know where I can find a hero from Quest 5? If all of them are out questing, we might just need to leave without one."