Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Pyrovisionary]

Arthur stands so quickly his chair falls behind him with a loud clatter. "How dare you? Good men, men better than any of us here, have died fighting Wren, stopping Chaos from overrunning all. I buried one of the most noble beings ever to walk this earth because I was too delusional and short-sighted to see what Chaos would do to the world." Arthur yanks off his glove and pulls the bandage from his hand, revealing a jagged, pulsating scar running from his palm up the side of his wrist, terminating two-thirds of the way to his elbow. "Zoot is not something to be trifled with. This! This is the price for presuming one can outmatch his power! And I got off light compared to Hans, to Gnash, to Passion..." Arthur bends down and retrieves his glove, wrapping his scar once more before pulling the glove over it again. A deadly calmness befalls his tone as he began to speak: "A team of sixteen Heroes set out to stop Wren. We saved the world from utter destruction. I was one of them. I do not ask your respect. I do not deserve it. But I demand respect for our honored dead. They have earned that much."

The pure nerve of it! Talking to an elder as such, and a veteran too! Sarge sighs. What do ya' think of this for a papercut? Sarge looks at his pegleg. If he thinks for a second I will mourn six people then he can mourn the all those who died in the war, all those who were buried in Unmarked mass graves, all those, whos families were given meagre state benefits. "Life is for the living." Get over it! Sarge does not say the last bit, as to not bring another onslaught of freedom, honour, glory and respect. Because, quite frankly. He didn't give a crap, and didn't expect any of them would give an ounce of respect.

OOC: For Skyrimguy's reference, this is basically what Dyric was saying.

Ooc: Oh. Oops Sorry.

Sarge turns back to Atramor. "Seeing as everyone's getting quite emotional over the 'honoured dead', Thought I'd ask someone with a bit of decency not to shout. So, this wren woman wanted to summon zoot in our basement as I understand it? Is that right or just deranged rantings? " Sarge bites the cork out of a bottle and sips down the dark, warm liquid.

Edited April 1, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[CMP]

"It's true, aye. Be a hero for as long as I have, old man, and I guarantee ya', ya' won't think this kinda thing's as much a joke as ya' do now," finished Atramor, abandoning the overcrowded table and its occupants for the bar.

Edited April 1, 2013 by CallMePie

[Pyrovisionary]

"It's true, aye. Be a hero for as long as I have, old man, and I guarantee ya', ya' won't think this kinda thing's as much a joke as ya' do now," finished Atramor, abandoning the overcrowded table and its occupants for the bar.

Atramor's words touched sarge. Maybe he should be slightly more serious in future.

Edited April 2, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[UsernameMDM]

Sarge turns back to Atramor. "Seeing as everyone's getting quite emotional over the 'honoured dead', Thought I'd ask someone with a bit of decency not to shout. So, this wren woman wanted to summon zoot in our basement as I understand it? Is that right or just deranged rantings? " Sarge bites the cork out of a bottle and sips down the dark, warm liquid.

Hoke listened to the boisterous man's japes but said nothing. He took the final drink of his pint, quietly pushed back his chair and left the Hall for some fresh air.

[Flipz]

Arthur passes Hoke on his way back into the Hall and nods respectfully. The two had had their differences, of course, but Arthur hoped that they would not linger. Out of all the Heroes Arthur had fought Wren alongside, the Mystic Knight and the Metasimian were the only two with whom his standing was a total mystery. Arthur sighed. He wished Skrall was around. The ogre seemed to have a clearer head for these things than he did.

Still wondering about his former Questmates, Arthur sits down at a lonely table and waits for Dyric.

[LordoftheNoobs]

Grimwald was getting noticably agitated at no-one answering him. He wasn't one to strive to be the centre of attention, but he hated being ignored.

"C'mon lads, help a poor gnome out, would ye? 150 gold, that's all I'm askin', and I promise to pay it back as soon as possible! I know none of ye've spoken much (if at all) with me, but I'm a gnome who remembers who helps him and is sure to help them back.

[Flipz]

Grimwald was getting noticably agitated at no-one answering him. He wasn't one to strive to be the centre of attention, but he hated being ignored.

"C'mon lads, help a poor gnome out, would ye? 150 gold, that's all I'm askin', and I promise to pay it back as soon as possible! I know none of ye've spoken much (if at all) with me, but I'm a gnome who remembers who helps him and is sure to help them back.

"You were the one who wanted a gemstone, eh?" Arthur shook his head. "Imbued gems aren't too helpful for a Cleric like yourself. 'Specially one fresh out the gate. Why don't you try out a Scroll instead? Blindness, Frailty, and Sealing are all popular choices, but none of 'em are anything to sneeze at, as I can well attest." Arthur indicates the small library of parchment spilling from his bag, and holds out 50 Gold temptingly in front of the gnome.

Edited April 2, 2013 by Flipz

[LordoftheNoobs]

Old Grimmy's eyes lit up and nearly popped out of his head once Arthur held out 50 gold.

"A scroll, ye say? Well, I am partial to parchment, hehehe... Hmm. Ye're a young'un, but ye look experienced enough, so I'm sure ye know what ye're talkin' about.

The eager gnome snatched the 50 gold out of Arthur's hand, but was quick to replace it with his own two hands, and shook them fervently.

"Thank ye, Mr. Mage! I'll be sure to pay ye back as soon as I can! I'm sure one quest'll be long enough to make some more dough..."

Before Arthur could even introduce himself properly, the old gnome skidded out of the Hall and down the street to the Marketplace, with Arthur's 50 gold jangling about in his pocket.

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge wakes up in the chair he was last in, a long extinguished cigar hanging out of his mouth. He checks that he hasn't had anything nicked in his sleep, but when standing up to do so, he almost collapses back onto the chair. Sarge pulls his hat off and rubs his head. He hadn't even had that much to drink; by his standards. Perhaps he was just getting old. Or was it that metamesian ale? Sarge hoped it was the ale, the hangover was one of the worst he had ever had. At least there wasn't a tiger... He does a spot check sitting down. "Leg?" He murmurs, "still gone. Knives?" He draws his demonic scissors and twirls them around all fancy and like, before sheathing them back into their scabbards. He rubs his head again. "A few dates if you please Scheherazade, I got a huge hangover. One worthy of Mercutio him self!"

Ugh! Sarge thought. I'd better go back down to the cathedral for some ice, and to repent my sins. The plan, was to become a priest when I retired. Fat lot of use the plan was.

"Sorry to all I have trespassed." Sarge murmurs, then leaves the hall for a bit, in a great deal of pain with his head cradled in his hands.

Edited April 3, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Flipz]

Arthur watches the gnome scuttle away energetically. He had been that carefree, once. Wandering around carelessly, tripping people with his staff...hell, he didn't even want to think about some of the tall tales he had spun of his homeland. He had thought Hero-ing would be an adventure, that it would help him forget. He knew better now. It just gave him more to remember.

He sees Dyric come in to the Hall and motioned for the Assassin to join him at his table. Still waiting on his meal, his thoughts turn back to the past. "Brother..." he begins, but stops, unsure of how to express his thoughts. A memory...he returns to the words of their recent past. "What do I stand for?"

[The Legonater]

I think long and hard for an answer.

Brother, I should not have to tell you that you have had many allegiances. Before Dastan, you spoke to me of how strange the idea of Chaos was to you, and how you were pleased the priests of Zoot in your land forsook their old ways. You were enthusiastic, charismatic, excited about the world around you.

Dastan changed many, and I find myself grateful to not have been there, though I would have been honored to fight by your side there, Brother. You can back a much different man, and eventually fell into the ways of Chaos. But Chaos betrayed you, like you believed order had. You stand here now, a confused and broken man.

But Arthur, as you left for Dastan, we spoke much of Chaos and heroism. And you said this...

"Goodness comes not just from mighty deeds or great battles. The world itself holds its own fate, beyond any of ours. Many wish, or even believe it could be otherwise, but it is not for us to decide. All we can do is to decide what to do with the time that is given us. Even in the face of greatest darkness, the people we meet, the friendships we hold, this is the true good of this world, a force neither light nor dark, but purely good. It is that we must seek to nurture, and that which will make us thrive. Only through the bonds we share may we reach our true potential."

Brother, I believe those words continue to hold true for you, even when nothing else does. These words continue to resonate through you. You felt betrayal when Haldor and Atramor abandoned you after you sided with Wren - I say this not to fault them but to merely state a fact. I know you, brother, and I know you would likely fight and die for the sake of Alexis, Skrall or myself. And I feel you would do so for any strong friend of yours. That is what you stand for, Brother. That is where you rise.

[HeinzWilhelm]

Janek walks back into the hall after a rather busy few months trying to sell portable heaters to the people of charis.

"Scuses me, but would any of you kind gentlemans lend me some 127 gold for gems and many other things. I gives my words that t'will be returned... Laters it will be returned."

Edited April 3, 2013 by HeinzWilhelm

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge slowly walks back into the hall, an ice pack held to his head by a gloved hand. Of course, back in the old days, a healing potion would have sufficed. But now, the potion Burned. Maybe one of those new fangled health cores would do the trick, maybe.

He slumped into a chair, waiting for a conversation. He sat up to have a sip of wine, thought better of, and slumped back down again. "Uuugh" he groans, and twists his head to look for someone interesting to talk to. He saw a Sorcerer and an assassin (Dyric and Arthur) who looked vaguely familiar, and returned a bitter, unfriendly look. He looks further, and sees a raider and a shaman (guts and haldor) who look slightly less unfriendly. And he saw a magician (Janek). So he turned to the raider and shaman and asks;

"Either of you fine gentleman know a good hangover cure? I think I had a bit too much to drink last night."

Edited April 3, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Sandy]

~A new quest has been posted on the Quest Board (#63 by Masked Builder)!~

[Scubacarrot]

Guts sees the notice, and smiles when he sees the Guild of Invision was asking for help. The last job he did for them went well. With a few quick hand-movements, the Raider writes down Guts Holla with a charcoal pen, signing up for Quest 63. He looks up to Sarge, and says:

"The Marketplace stocks Remedies, good against most ails, including hangovers. If you ask nicely, perhaps Scheherazade will serve you one here."

Edited April 3, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke enters the hall and sees the new quest has been posted.

Hoke signs up for Quest #63.

[Scorpiox]

"Either of you fine gentleman know a good hangover cure? I think I had a bit too much to drink last night."

"Should hope so, been through a good number in my time. Back home, it was never much of a problem, thanks to the icy air. But in the absence of any of that; try sticking your head in a barrel of cold water, usually does it for me."

[Sandy]

Ellaria returned to the Hall after yet another long absence. It took her a long time to get in touch with the captain of the Town Watch again. When she finally met Patricia Cousland again, she took Ellaria to an orphanage to see a fair-haired baby girl that had been found from the streets some months ago. Her heart had sunk when she had seen that the baby was not Elpis after all, and she had walked out of the orphanage in tears.

After that incident, she had not left the apothecary - not until the day she had found Old Spriggan dead on the floor of the shop. The old woman had left the house to her, but she had no interest in continuing the business, so she had sold whatever stock there had been left to the Eubric Apothecary on Eldritch Lane and kept the house as her private lodgings. She soon ran out of funds, so returning to Heroica was something of a necessity for Ellaria.

She was pleased to see a quest posted on the board. She had not had dealings with the alchemists' guild before, but maybe her knowledge in medicine would please them. Shrugging her shoulders, Ellaria signed in to Quest #63.

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge looks to the quest board for the newest escapade, but returns to the table in disappointment when he see's he isn't qualified.

"Should hope so, been through a good number in my time. Back home, it was never much of a problem, thanks to the icy air. But in the absence of any of that; try sticking your head in a barrel of cold water, usually does it for me."

"Or get a Mage to cool it down with an opal, as long as he doesn't freeze me' 'ead off first!"

Sarge looks closely at haldor for a second, deep in thought. " You're a nord right? Cold place, your homeland. Never bin there though. Home eh? I had a home once. Well, a ship, and it wasn't honestly mine, but it was home. None o' them ships here in Eubric have bin recruiting crew recently though, so no chance there. Not since them crocs got killed. 'Parently the Bonapartes gave it to heroica. Wonder if that lucky fella is recruiting?"

Edited April 3, 2013 by Skyrimguy

[Scubacarrot]

Guts chuckled as the old man ignored his suggestion, then proceeded to unknowingly start talking about him. "I heard the same, just that the Heroes took the ship, rather than it being given to them."

[CMP]

Atramor's eyes slid over to the Quest Board, and he stood, shuffling over to examine the notice posted on it more closely. Once he'd read it, he shook his head in exasperation, and scribbled his name down under Quest 63 before taking his seat again. His mind harked back to some of his earlier days in Heroica. Damn Guild of Invision could never keep their noses out of dangerous business, could they? It was the second time they could've very well gotten one of their own killed...

[Pyrovisionary]

Guts chuckled as the old man ignored his suggestion, then proceeded to unknowingly start talking about him. "I heard the same, just that the Heroes took the ship, rather than it being given to them."

Ooc: Sarge is allergic to remedies...... Slightly.... Sort of.... Not really.

"Really? The pirates! They need a pat on their back. Damn crocs. How are 3 heroes gonna crew a ship though? Oh wait.. Was one of the heron the Bonaparte guy's wife?"

[UsernameMDM]

She was pleased to see a quest posted on the board. She had not had dealings with the alchemists' guild before, but maybe her knowledge in medicine would please them. Shrugging her shoulders, Ellaria signed in to Quest #63.

"Glad you are back with us Ellaria. We really could have used a druid on our last quest," Hoke said to the resigned looking Ellaria.

[Scubacarrot]

"The Bonaparte's guy's wife? You mean Hestia Bonaparte, what' has she got to do with this?"

[Pyrovisionary]

"The Bonaparte's guy's wife? You mean Hestia Bonaparte, what' has she got to do with this?"

"I was asking was she one of them who took the ship? And if she was, I think we know why the Bonaparte man let 'er keep it. For extra clarity, because she's his wife."