Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Bricksandparts]

OoC: I didn't get ready for battle or anything, just giving him advice.

"Drake, just cut it out." Johon says, turning away from the pointless argument. Drake would never change.

[Endgame]

The lietunant looks over the sign-ups once more, mulling over the various signatures.

Current Sign-ups for Quest #70: The Syndicate

Karie Alderflask (Kintobor)

Romulus Dean (TheBoyWonder)

Mizuki Kimura (Zakura)

Drake Flamerobe (xxlrocka)

Nessa Anarion (HerrJJ)

Zoltan (LTpro)

"Hmm... Not bad."

I apologize to both herrJJ and LTpro, who I appeared to have missed!

[Kintobor]

A note appears on the Heroica quest board.

"REPLACEMENT HERO WANTED! If any hero above level fifteen would like a spot in Quest 71, please sign up and wait for further instruction. - Abbot Watt."

[TheBoyWonder]

Romulus shrugs his shoulders and says;

"Johon, why don't you go for it, Alex and Elgar are on that quest. "

Romulus decides there will be other chances for a Wolfgang quest, so signs up for quest71.

Edited May 28, 2013 by TheBoyWonder

[Bricksandparts]

"Sure." Johon says. Johon also signs up for the replacement hero in quest 71.

[Kintobor]

Current Sign-ups for Quest #70: The Syndicate

Karie Alderflask (Kintobor)

Romulus Dean (TheBoyWonder)

Mizuki Kimura (Zakura)

Drake Flamerobe (xxlrocka)

Nessa Anarion (HerrJJ)

Zoltan (LTpro)

I apologize to both herrJJ and LTpro, who I appeared to have missed!

OOC: herrJJ is already on a quest, so Nessa shouldn't be on there, just a heads up. Edited May 28, 2013 by Kintobor

[Endgame]

OOC: herrJJ is already on a quest, so Nessa shouldn't be on there, just a heads up.

Argh, right you are.

Current Sign-ups for Quest #70: The Syndicate

Karie Alderflask (Kintobor)

Romulus Dean (TheBoyWonder)

Mizuki Kimura (Zakura)

Drake Flamerobe (xxlrocka)

Zoltan (LTpro)

[Tachyon]

Mizuki signs up for quest 71

[Kintobor]

"Johon, you have been chosen for Quest #71: A Secret Under Eubric to replace William Harkenshire. Please meet me in the back alley behind Beyland Enterprises ASAP. -Abbot Watt"

[Bricksandparts]

Johon notices the sign has changed and gets ready to leave.

"I guess I'll see you later, Romulus." Johon says, and heads out.

[TheBoyWonder]

Romulus nods farewell, before turning to Karie. "Do you reckon we will get picked? "

[Kintobor]

Karie waves farewell to Johon. She then turns to respond to Romulus.

"Knowing my luck... Yeah, we'll get picked. Then we'll get beaten up by a bunch of kids. Trust me, considering what's happened to me, anything's possible!" Karie smiles, giggling afterwards.

Edited May 28, 2013 by Kintobor

[TheBoyWonder]

"After my last quest, nothing would surprise me. We could fight massive men made from metal and I wouldn't be surprised. But ill be ready. I've got 3 weapons, time to test them out."

[Scubacarrot]

"Not heroes by the strictest definition of the word, perhaps, but that is what the public seems to refer to us as. Probably largely out of respect for the six original Veterans. Yes, I suppose lounging in a hall enjoying the free food and drink and waiting for the next quest with the best reward doesn't exactly embody the noble qualities one would expect to see in a hero. The heroic achievements and the bravery, they are certainly there, but the willingness to sacrifice oneself and the performing of such acts simply for the good of others...not always."

The raider grins: "Hmm, don't confuse a willingness to sacrifice oneself for the sake of others, with disregard for your own life. And that's easy for you to say, you can charge into a horde of enemies and you wouldn't feel a thing. That reminds me... I think I have discovered something, although I need some very strong painkillers and a cleric before I will try it out..." Guts raises an eyebrow mysteriously, then empties his bottle. Almost thoughtlessly, he turned his head towards the Questing Board. It was about time they did something once more. The comforts of the hall... didn't quite cut it, compared to getting out there again.

[Fred Daniel Yam]

William wakes up dazed from a coma. He had been clocked on the head by a mace and was out for some time. Enough time for him to be dropped from Quest 71. Annoyed and depressed, he signs up for quest 70.

OOC: Sorry for not checking in, I had a few emergency orchestra rehearsals and had no time to check in

[Emjajoas]

Em signs up for quest 70.

[Endgame]

~Due to recent complications at the Foundation Day Ball, Quest 70 sign-ups have been postponed to June 2nd!~

[xxlrocka]

Drake woke up in a bush nowhere near the hall. Wondering where he was, Drake couldn't help running in a random direction. Luckily, it wasn't long before he found civilisation, but it wasn't Eubric. It was, actually, some town on the other side of the Murkwood Forest. Quickly, Drake went up to the first person he saw - a man on very tall stilts, wearing a paper boat hat and a partially-torn, blue cape with a drawing of a lion head on it.

"Excuse me, but where is Eubric?"

The man simply laughed.

"Eubric? Never heard of it! Hah! Joking aside, even if I did tell you where it was, you would still get lost in the woods."

"But I know the way! I'm sure of it!"

"Ahh, you remind me of... well, a younger me! Back in the old days, I was like you. I thought I knew everything."

"So?"

"I used to live in Eubric, too! But then I saw the forest. Foolishly, I ran straight into it. Boy, was it crazy. The first few minutes and I was already lost and scrambling for food and water. I resorted to eating dung, and insects. I used sharp stones to kill wolves and I drank the blood of said wolves. I used to be well known in my area, but they probably forgot about me. I did eventually find other people that were also lost, and I think they had figured a way out but I chose not to follow. I had grown accustomed to forest life. But then, as I was stabbing a black wolf, the rest of it's pack came... and attacked me. My old cape was nearly destroyed by those wolves, and my legs were badly injured. I would have never made it out of the forest alive if it weren't for a skilled bowman that happened to be strolling in the forest. He was clearly an expert on this type of thing, because he scared away the wolves, got me out of the forest, tended to my wounds and built me these special stilts so I could try to find the way back to Eubric in an hour! Anyway, ever since then I've lived here and worn these stilts. By god, if you and me ended up in Eubric again we would be extremely lucky. Anyway, gotta go. The mayor of this town needs a new personal assistant!"

Depressed, Drake sat down.

[Kintobor]

Karie noticed the delay on the quest she had signed up for.

"Must be one hell of a party. Almost makes me wish I was there. Stupid theatre being so hard to find..."

The sun was boiling hot, and Karie could feel the incoming thirst. She didn't crave alcohol at the moment though.

"Why don't we go inside? It's probably cooler in there. Who knows, maybe the hall has a supply of Chuckola Cola on hand."

Karie got up and stretched. She then got up and reentered the hall, noticing the broken door.

"Someone really ought to fix this blasted thing. The doors are practically off their hinges!"

[TheBoyWonder]

Romulus laughs.

"Never heard of it, but sounds nice, and that door shouldn't be too hard to fix."

[Kintobor]

"Hold on, I'll get some drinks and some tools. I'm no handyman, but I know enough to get this door fixed!"

Karie leaves for a couple of minutes and begins to rummage about the hall for tools, eventually finding the storage closet filled with tools. She then goes up to the bar maid and grabs four bottles of Chuckola Cola and returns to Romulus.

"It's a little strong, kind of like a cream soda with an extra kick, but its good."

Karie begins to inspect the doors.

"The nails are almost off, and the hinges are broken. I've got a few here, and the nails are the same make as the ones used for the door. Here, hold the door up, I'll nail the new hinges in."

[TheBoyWonder]

Romulus lifts up the door, displaying litltle effort required, and holds it in place as Karie prepares to hammer in the nails.

[Endgame]

I walk through the bustling night streets of Eubric, the mission in the theater done. We had wiped 3 of the most deadly thugs off the street, but of course, it came at a price for my conscience... I sincerely hoped it was all a coincidence. My Sarah was pregnant when I left her... could she possibly have been related to me? Perhaps I'm not the man who would never see his legacy. I was the man who was to see his legacy burn.

I navigate the seedy city, making my way to a place of worship Not Helvetia's, though - Fabula Sibylla's. Perhaps the oracle would be able to shed some light on the situation... I sip the expensive wine I had recieved from the golem as I trudge onwards. Before long I stand alone before the shrine, surrounded by ivory white pillars. Cautiously, I knock on the doors... The altar was silent, and the door locked. Choosing to take my chances, I open the door a creak, stepping inside quietly.

"Excuse me? Am I intruding on anything?"

There was one other woman in the shrine, a woman clad in red. She turns his gaze away from the stained-glass window she was observing and faces me.

"Ah, no - Fabula alerted me of your arrival, Sorrow. You stand in the court of Fabula Sibylla."

"Thank you, kind Oracle. May... may I make a request?"

"Certainly. Heroes come to this sacred place often."

I remove an arrow from my quiver, slotting it into my wrist instead of my bow. With a flinch of the arrow I create a small wound, a few droplets of blood trickling out of my skeletal hand. I dab them onto the cloth containing Violetta's blood, the two stains side by side. I place down my goblet of wine and gently hand the cloth to The Oracle.

"Oracle, I saw... I saw someone who looked just like someone from my past. Centuries ago. Could... Could you tell me if we're related in any way, through that cloth? Even the smallest relation?"

The Oracle accepts the bloodied cloth, stroking her thumb over the fabric. She holds it in front of the stained glass window, the pale moonlight shining through an illuminating the rag. She looks at it intently for a few moments, before handing it back to me. Her voice does not waver in the slightest as she delivers the news:

"Sorrow, the relation spans the centuries but is direct nonetheless. You are her grandfather - seperated by 16, perhaps 17 generations."

For a while, there is silence. i can feel the guilt inside my throb, my hands trembling as I accept the cloth back. I can feel Syntax's consciousness bubbling up, overtaking mine.

For a while, all i can do is stare pensively ahead, arms numb at my side.

"...Thank you, Oracle."

I turn around and pick up the goblet of wine again, taking a long sip... fighting to keep the emotions locked up inside me. I give before they do, a sudden wave of tranquil fury washing over my entire body. In my silent rage I crush the wine glass in my hand, shards of glass impaling right through it. The shattered glass slices right through my hand, bits and fragments of the glass leaving deep wounds across my entire hand. Blood gushes out from every cut, as I simply stand serenely in the sacred altar. I was beyond rage at that juncture, simply standing still as my hand pours out blood.

"I am not the man who will never see his legacy..." I murmur.

"I am the man who shall see his legacy burn."

I stride out of the shrine - scarred, mutilated hand and all - and begin my walk back to the Heroica Hall. Specifically, the library.

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The trip seems to go by even faster then the previous one, my mind wrestling with everything that had occurred tonight. Out of courtesy of the books, i wipe all of the (dripping) blood off my hand, but I refused to heal it. The shards, the scars, the wounds - I would ensure all would remain. I tear through every bit of literature possibly on Violetta, not learning too much. After a few hours, the only new bit of information I had divined was this: she once operated under the pseudonym Kayla.

Hours of research in vain, I shamble back into the main hall, slumping into a chair. I remove the cat suit from my bag, disgusted, and place it on the floor. I scrawl a quick note reading "FOR SALE" and place it on top of the suit of my deceased granddaughter

"Why..." I murmur, head buried in my hands.

Edited May 31, 2013 by Endgame

[Scubacarrot]

The raider left the odd warden alone, for now. And was just in time to get up to saw Sorrow entering the hall. Somehow, the creature seemed more sad than usual. If something was even possible for something like that. Guts knew he was far from attractive, a nose that was broken many time, red marks that took the place of burns, and the traces of long scars made sure of that. But this creature... Compared to him, Guts looked like a God.

"Sorrow. By any chance, were you attending the festivities at that Theater? I would be interested in hearing how things went."

Edited May 31, 2013 by Scubacarrot

[Endgame]

Guts approached me... I wasn't really in a mood to talk to anyone, but speaking was probably for the best. The memories, past and present, were too painful to dwell upon.

"Hmph. festivities is not what I would call it, friend. All three of the Wolfgang generals laid siege to the theater... All of them dead, two of them defeated at my hand. Some witch disguised herself as a songstress to weasel her way into the show program, and managed to use her voice to hypnotize the head of every house. She somehow got them to hate each other more."

I show my left hand to the raider, the skeletal hand barbed with fractals of glass.

"This is my trophy for the evening." I say, voice dripping with bitterness and sarcasm.

Edited May 31, 2013 by Endgame