Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Endgame]

Alexandre strides into the hall. Quest completed. He looks around and sees an undead figure kind of depressed and worn out. And a strange rogue talking of beheading a princess.

"What? And sir, is that... Carnival Animal hair on you?"

Alexandre signs up for Quest 46.

"Yes. For some reason I'm inclined to believe it was your fault, but I'm going insane anyways."

[Capt.JohnPaul]

"Yes. For some reason I'm inclined to believe it was your fault, but I'm going insane anyways."

"My fault you were stuck in an aquatic circus after your quest mates beheaded a princess?" Alexandre backs away, "So what happened, exactly?"

[Endgame]

"My fault you were stuck in an aquatic circus after your quest mates beheaded a princess?" Alexandre backs away, "So what happened, exactly?"

"An extremist called the Fantome Croise kidnapped a princess and has holding a city in thrall. We got to the top of the tower, fought him... and nearly died. We eventually begged for mercy. My questmates decided to lop off a princess's head, I decided to go home. little did I know the Fantome had scheduled a circus.

The monkeys flung poo at me... grumble grumble..."

[TheBoyWonder]

"My fault you were stuck in an aquatic circus after your quest mates beheaded a princess?" Alexandre backs away, "So what happened, exactly?"

Little village in charis got invaded. Princess captured, princess beheaded.

Sorrow and Benji, don't mention my condition to anyone.

[Capt.JohnPaul]

"I see. Did you say 'condition?' I'm a paladin, I can help heal you. (Awaiting post in training room.) "

For Endgame:

[TheBoyWonder]

"I see. Did you say 'condition?' I'm a paladin, I can help heal you. (Awaiting post in training room.) "

You know nothing. NOTHING!

[Endgame]

I see the soon-to-be Paladin's drawing.

"Cute. "

[CMP]

After many months, Atramor once again sets foot in Heroica. McCafferey hadn't spoken since the end of events in Dastan, and it was certainly a nice change from all the ill-fated advice she constantly kept up. He looked around; a lot seemed to have happened in his absence. Many quests were on the board, and the influx of heroes from Dastan filled up the hall quick. He pulled his cloak around him, shuffling up to the board, and examining it closely.

"1 gold as a reward? Hmph. I just saved a whole damn empire, I'm not gonna crawl through the underground of Eubric for a beggar..."

The Unlimited Quest truly caught his eye. The loot of an unlimited amount of battles he'd like to see. But Alexis and other heroes were already out in the fields....still, there were other quests to sign up for. Namely, the Strivvian Job. The experience with the town watch had, well, not gone perfectly, but nevertheless the reward was decent, and Auntie Quarian's advice about the ancient, unlockable vaults, surely filled with treasure and enemies aplenty, continued to ring his ears. This Infiltrator bit was interesting too. So, he scribbled his name under the sign-ups for Quest 40, sat down at the bar, and for the first time in quite a while, grasped the neck of a bottle of rum, taking a heavy sip.

"Ahh...stuff never gets old."

[Capt.JohnPaul]

Alexandre sits next to Atramor. "Nice battle right? We fought well. What happened in your party? I understand everything was hectic."

[CMP]

"We got to crown the third emperor. Remember the homicidal dude with the bigass hammer in the last battle?" Atramor smirked, with a chuckle. "Oh, and we saw dragons, Wren, buncha' other shit too...you?"

[Capt.JohnPaul]

"We got to crown the third emperor. Remember the homicidal dude with the bigass hammer in the last battle?" Atramor smirked, with a chuckle. "Oh, and we saw dragons, Wren, buncha' other shit too...you?"

"Well, we stopped a rebel Teuthisal group trying to steal weapons from the Lion knights. We then realized they had an army, working with a traitorous Lady Leofwena, we killed her. And then went to defend a fort from Rogue lions. That's where we realized a group of heroes were going to steal our weapons. It was one huge set up or misunderstanding or something. That's when we returned to Drakencourt, and defended the siege, and met up wit you in the palace. Oh, and don't forget that Arthur broke a guards neck, we tried to infiltrate the palace and I dressed up as the dead guard."

[Scorpiox]

In the corner of the hall, content with his mead and his own company, sat a Nord. He was in good spirits these last few days, as he had saved a friend and made a few revalations. Jess was slaying beasts on a farm, and most of his comrades were otherwise engaged. Haldor briefly wondered of how the foreign conquests in Dastan had panned out, whether his friends had prevailed, whether their goal was achieved. But all was well in his world, and there was nothing that he could do. The Nord, over the edge of his tankard, spied a frail-looking cloaked figure, who was conversing with a loud peculiar man. Intrigued, Haldor pushed aside his table and approached.

"Har, friend. I do not think that I have not met you two before, life been kind for you here?" As the smaller figure turned, Haldor saw his horrific and scarred visage, but withheld his revulsion and shock out of politeness. "Well, I wasn't expecting that, have you fallen victim to some great danger on your quests, is there anything that a Shaman could do to help a fellow member of of 'the club'? I apologise, I never asked your name The Norseman inclined his head to the other man, who was breathing heavily and carried a strange glint in his eye. "And you, what may I call you by? How have your recent escapades been?

[Endgame]

In the corner of the hall, content with his mead and his own company, sat a Nord. He was in good spirits these last few days, as he had saved a friend and made a few revalations. Jess was slaying beasts on a farm, and most of his comrades were otherwise engaged. Haldor briefly wondered of how the foreign conquests in Dastan had panned out, whether his friends had prevailed, whether their goal was achieved. But all was well in his world, and there was nothing that he could do. The Nord, over the edge of his tankard, spied a frail-looking cloaked figure, who was conversing with a loud peculiar man. Intrigued, Haldor pushed aside his table and approached.

"Har, friend. I do not think that I have not met you two before, life been kind for you here?" As the smaller figure turned, Haldor saw his horrific and scarred visage, but withheld his revulsion and shock out of politeness. "Well, I wasn't expecting that, have you fallen victim to some great danger on your quests, is there anything that a Shaman could do to help a fellow member of of 'the club'? I apologise, I never asked your name The Norseman inclined his head to the other man, who was breathing heavily and carried a strange glint in his eye. "And you, what may I call you by? How have your recent escapades been?

"Ah. Repulsion and fear. Typical response, but I suppose it is instinct to dislike an abomination such as myself. I have a rotten case of split personality, but for simplictiy's sake, just call me "Sorrow." I did nearly die on my previous quest, but it wasn't the source of the scars - I'm undead. I've gotten a variety of scars from a variety of centuries, though... heh.

What's this "club" though? You look healthy, and, well, alive."

Even during this conversation the visions start flashing by again. My breathing gets noticeably heavier.

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall made his way into the hall, he passed by the quest board littered with notices, he would take care of that later in the evening. Finding an open table, the Ogre sat himself down it groned a little less than it had previously, he must have lost some weight on the voyage back to Uland. He ordered a tankard of ale from Scherehazade and smiled to the bar maid as she brought it over. Taking a draft from the refreshment, he fished out his old ram's horn pipe, lit its contents, and leaned back against one of the supporting posts, closing his eyelids as the conversations past and present intermingled with his thoughts of home, wren, the dead Lyonel, and the many people he had either met or disposed of.

[Scorpiox]

Haldor laughed. "Ha, when did I ever say that I was repulsed, or scared, or that I took a dislike to you? I'm sorry, you must get it a lot, but I have seen many bad things in my time, and I have learnt that appearances matter very little. Abomination is a strong word, but if that is how you see yourself, I doubt very little that I can disuade you. But you can still drink, hmm?" The Nord laughed again, before waving for a few mugs of ale. "Split personality, it is more common than you or I would think, but I know nothing of the mind, you ought to see a specialist about that one, but I'll help in anyway I can. You might as well call me Haldor, from up North, slinging the hooks for thirty years. Believe it or not you aren't the first undead that I've seen in these parts, but I'm not going to say you are any less welcome than any other man, because of your 'condition'. Good to meet you, Sorrow." Haldor smiled, and sat himself down, before addressing the other man. "So who is your friend here, and how have your quests been turning out?"

[CMP]

Atramor notes the offer on the Quest board, written by a Fenarian he recalled from the storm some time ago. He nodded to Alexandre, and strode over to Nammyra, nodding at the Topaz in her hands.

"Hey, mate. I see you've got a Topaz. Any chance you'd be willing to part with it for a Scroll of Sealin'? From what I can see, Topaz seems to be one of the more common gems, but I could still use one, whereas I prefer my enemies to be able to hit me with their special skill. It's fun to throw it right back in their faces, heh."

Edited August 16, 2012 by CallMePie

[Flipz]

Arthur stepped lightly into the Hall, humming his tune from Dastan lightly as he went about his business. He sees several Quests on the board, but one immediately draws his eye. "Wren..." without hesitation, he enters his name for Quest 38.

Looking further down, he sees just two ongoing Quests of interest; the first, the Fields of Glory, seemed a valuable opportunity once he returned from his next Quest. He quickly tore a piece of parchment from one of the myriad advertisements--this one seemed to belong to some local Apothecary--and scribbled down the details for future planning. Note to self: have a nice long chat with Atramor and Cronk...

The second Quest he noted was one offered by the Shadeaux--involving Lyren Hinckwell and Nuitan Shadeaux. Arthur shook his head sadly. The only two pure souls in Eubric--I should have known that they'd end up marked by the taint of Heroica. I hope the journals I sent them have served them well. Arthur hadn't checked his journals since returning from Dastan, but he decided it wouldn't be worth the trouble to interfere--if they needed him, they would have contacted him long before now. Good luck, lads, he thought, you'll need it.

Arthur strolled past the great doors, back towards the marketplace. He did not know it, but in an alley not far away, he himself was the subject of a fierce argument...

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OOC: Spoilered so as not to clutter the page too badly, anyone can read this.

"You. Did. What?"

"It was the right thing to do."

"...You're a pain in the megablocks, you know that?"

"..."

"*sigh* Fine. Whatever. If you insist on doing the 'right' thing, though, we're going to have to step up OUR game. At least I was able to cut him off while I completed the Gate ritual."

"Will he notice?"

"I sure as Nether hope not. Otherwise, all this work is worthless. I'll lose her all over again."

"...This feels wrong."

"By 'Zot, how far in did they shove that stick?!? It's OK, it's fine. Everything will work out. Just remember: you fit both requirements. I can always find another leader of your Order if you want to take the mage's place..."

"..."

"That's what I thought."

[Tanma]

OOC: hopefully this is okay. Here is the image by the way. I need a camera...

IC: As Arthur returns from the marketplace, a voice whispers to him in a grinding voice, "He trusts you." If Arthur was to turn around, he would be face to face with the creature he had witnessed in Quest 17. The entity was constantly flickering in and out, and its very skin was translucent. The entity's eight faded eyes watched Arthur carefully, only his gaze unblinking.

[Flipz]

Arthur whirls, dropping into a defensive crouch. "You..." Arthur paused. You are a Hero of Heroica, not some apprentice digger in a second-rate mine! he berated himself. Standing up straighter, Arthur addressed the creature. "You were at Bric'bay," he says simply. Arthur pauses. "'He?' Do you mean...?" Arthur glances back towards the massive doors of the Hall, through which his friend De'kra had yet to pass. "Who are you? What are you? And why are you so similar to De'kra?"

[Tanma]

IC: The entity seemed to tremor as he said, "Do not betray him. I s-s-s-saved you for a r-r-reason, one you only n-n-now have begun. You may tamper in darkness a-a-a-all you like, or t-t-turn to the light, I care not. It couldn't h-h-harm him even if you destroy th-this realm. But do n-n-not let him down."

"In r-r-return for your cooroperation, added the creature, "I will tell you th-th-this. De'kra is one of a k-kind, we all are. We lack a s-s-species. But w-w-we d-do share relations, we s-s-spawn and c-c-collaborate. We h-h-have too, a-a-all of us are s-s-so weak after we get betrayed. B-b-but De'kra, he is a-a-ancient. He lived s-s-so l-l-long. He is th-th-the only one to-"

The entity finished trembling, and started to fade, "No, I can't latch to him any longer! Listen, do not tell him you saw me! It would be very bad for him and your reality for him to know what I said! It could trigger...what is this place? Who are you? Why is this room so colorful? Why are you all so s..."

And with that the entity vanished.

OOC: well this just happened. Or did it?

[Flipz]

Arthur's mind began to spin with possibilities. Could it be...? "No," he says audibly, "the Mal'thara was a century ago. Surely this couldn't be..." Shaken, Arthur heads to the Library.

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall opened his eyes, he had dozed off for a few minutes, his pipe having gone out in the meantime. He sluggishly made his way down the stairs after ordering a brace of pheasants for when he returned. His eyes lingered on the notices. "Wren," he thought to himself as he eyed the first, "no to soon, there isn't anything to be gained going after her fer the time being to wait. Hmmm... Town watch in need again? Figures, though seems like they've gotten themselves a new captain, perhaps this one is a bit more reasonable." Skrall afixed his name under the sign-ups for Quest 40: The Strivvian Job.

Skrall returned to his table to wait for his pheasant, as he sat there he pulled out the Zoot's plaything. He stared long and hard at the obsidian orb, to think such a small thing could be the cause of great contention among others. Skrall glanced around the hall, his mage acquaintances didn't seem to be present as neither Nur nor Arthur were currently in the room. Noticing the rogue Atramor dealing with Namyrra, he called over to him, "When yer finished with yer transaction, ya mind sharin' a pint or two?"

[Flipz]

Arthur steps into the Hall, looking back and forth anxiously, in search of the Heroes of Quest 29. "They have been gone too long...my friends, we may have left Dastan too soon." Seeing that at least some of the other Dastan Questers had arrived, he gestured to them. "Any of the Heroes of Quest 30, please come with me, Byblos and I require your assistance in recording the events of your journeys."

[CorneliusMurdock]

Cronk is back! Hello friends!

Cronk take quick look at Quest Board. Lots of interesting quests. Cronk interested in finding more about Wren. Cronk hopes Cronk will be there when Wren get bashed. Cronk signs up for Quest 38. Cronk also would like to see what happen to missing guards. Cronk signs up for Quest 40.

Oh but look. Poor child need help. This kind of Quest that Cronk live for. Cronk signs up for Quest 44.

Cronk wonders where Cronk will bash evil next.

May Cronk have buttermilk, Miss Scheherazade? Hello, Friend Skrall. How was Skrall's trip back to Eubric?

[Waterbrick Down]

Skrall's concentration on the black orb was broken as Cronk approached him. "It was uneventful, gave the Party plenty of time to rest up I think. Can't complain though, the money was good, speakin' of which here's the 100 Gold I owe ya for that Heavy Crossbow, got to see a bit of action, even if there was a lot of death and destruction, and I think it was a good experience for some of the newer members of the Hall. I take it yer Party made it back in one piece as well?"