Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[CMP]

"Well, not exactly... Although there is some good elvish literature, I'm thinking more along the lines of what's generally considered classics. Here, I think you'd like "Lord of the Bloatflies". It's about a group of cadets who get stranded on an island as they try to survive." She holds the book out to Miderun eagerly, the book being distinctly thinner to Love Amongst the Dragons. "At least, I think you'd like it..."

"Oh, I'm no fae. Just a timid, slightly lanky elf who's not sure how she got roped into a military academy. I was a student and cadet at Trost Military Academy in the High Kingdoms, and it's there I gravitated towards reading more than shoving swords into dummies like just about everybody else. Of course... stuff happened, and I got expelled. I needed to find something to make a living, so I made my way here after hearing of what happened in Baltarok and the Kingdom of the Red Lizard."

Miderun picked up the book, opening it open unsuredly and blinking at the expanse of unfamiliar words.

"Common, huh? Hmm."

She struggled through most of a page, her eyes narrowing at the paper as conversation continued around her. Eventually the mention of Baltarok got her attention, and Miderun looked up.

"Really? I didn't know elves cared about those kind of issues, or even that there were any in the High Kingdoms. Well, it's good to hear I'm not the only one who found something of value in that whole mess. Says a lot when you find heroes over there risking their lives for a bunch of orcs they were out killing a few centuries ago."

"No one greets nor introduces themselves to yours truly? Is it because I'm a Hobgoblin? Or do I just smell? If that is not the case I call BIGOTRY!"

"Quit whining, you're making us all look bad," snapped Miderun across the bar. "But since you asked, yeah, I can smell you from here."

[Kintobor]

Annienal gets up briefly and looks around for the individual who posted the notice.

"Um... excuse me... Sir Regulus. Salutations. I am former cadet... um, yeah, former cadet Annienal Anavir of Trost Military Academy. I was wondering if you'd be willing to part with this Ammit you own. I don't know how much you want, but perhaps we could make a deal of some sorts?" She asks timidly.

Miderun picked up the book, opening it open unsuredly and blinking at the expanse of unfamiliar words.

"Common, huh? Hmm."

She struggled through most of a page, her eyes narrowing at the paper as conversation continued around her. Eventually the mention of Baltarok got her attention, and Miderun looked up.

"Really? I didn't know elves cared about those kind of issues, or even that there were any in the High Kingdoms. Well, it's good to hear I'm not the only one who found something of value in that whole mess. Says a lot when you find heroes over there risking their lives for a bunch of orcs they were out killing a few centuries ago."

"Umm... are you having trouble? I can, um... maybe help?

Well, I remember hearing some things about it, and that it sounded like something I'd be okay at doing. I figured if anything it'd help me gain inspiration for when I write. I t-think it says a lot about people in general when after 250 years of animosity, a group of divided individuals can finally find common ground."

[Yzalirk]

"Quit whining, you're making us all look bad," snapped Miderun across the bar. "But since you asked, yeah, I can smell you from here."

"Did you say wine? I have always wanted to try some. Any how, come bask in my stench!"

[Asphalt]

Miderun, what manners can you expect from the Earthbound. All that time in that dank warrens does nothing for their disposition.

Vindsval takes a breath and stifles a cough.

Or their hygene. By the lower hells, even Brown Skins bath once a season.

You name yourself Salt-in-Wound, I am Vindsval The half Born.

"Oh, I get it, so y-your a cleric? I guess that makes sense to worship someone then.

Oh, I'm no fae. Just a timid, slightly lanky elf who's not sure how she got roped into a military academy. I was a student and cadet at Trost Military Academy in the High Kingdoms, and it's there I gravitated towards reading more than shoving swords into dummies like just about everybody else. Of course... stuff happened, and I got expelled. I needed to find something to make a living, so I made my way here after hearing of what happened in Baltarok and the Kingdom of the Red Lizard. You see, I'm really no combatant... but..." She holds up a leather bound book, clearly worn and aged, and holds it to her chest. "I... like to write."

If your academy was filled with more Scholars, perhaps the massacres of our past would have been averted. I strive to be a learned beast, but with these He spreads his hands, each twice as wide as Annienal's largest tome, I find the task most arduous.

Edited October 16, 2014 by Asphalt

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen dawdles back over to the Bar boredly, pondering who knows what, and sits down. After asking Quarion what he wants, he proceeds to order a Man-Sized gingerbread man.

As he snaps of pieces of the huge cookie, he gazes boredly round the hall, desperate for someone to talk to.

[samurai-turtle]

Items for Sale! Accepting any reasonable offers.

• Ammit (WP:6, Greatsword, user gains 5 Ether for each kill)

• Cloak of Deception (Free hits against the wearer have a 1/6 chance to be redirected to a random opponent; Backwear, suitable for anyone),

• Ella's Pie (Permanently boosts max. ether by 5 but permanently decreases max. health by 5 when consumed.),

If interested in these or any other items I own, please contact Arthur Regulus with your offer.

You selling off stuff? Then notice the "Unlucky Horseshoe" and ask, "You willing to sell off the horseshoe?"

"Did you say wine?

Funny ticking off a bunch of "people". And I do not think they mean that kind of "wine". But, if you want some thing to drink try the bar over their.

[Lind Whisperer]

As he snaps of pieces of the huge cookie, he gazes boredly round the hall, desperate for someone to talk to.

As he was looking over the room, watching silently, Lind saw the the mage who was leading his party was sitting alone at the bar. Slipping silently out of his seat for a moment, he stepped over to the counter beside him.

"Water, please."

He turned and nodded to the mage.

"It looks like at least one member of our party has been chosen to walk a different quest. I was wondering if I might make a suggestion as to who might fill their spot?"

Edited October 17, 2014 by Lind Whisperer

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen snapped off a finger, then nodded at Lind and offered him an arm.

"Open to suggestions."

Edited October 17, 2014 by The Chosen Minifigure

[Lind Whisperer]

Warlen snapped off a finger, then nodded at Lind and offered him an arm.

"Open to suggestions."

"The elf over at that table." Lind gestured towards Anavar and the rest of the group he had just been talking with. "I think she might be interested in going with us, if asked. Never hurts to ask, anyways, and it never hurts to have another knight."

"Speaking of our party, how are you off for weapons? I have a bit of a staff from my last quest that I think you might be able to use for the Fields." He reached into his Bag of Holding, and partially drew out the Indescribable Pole to show Warlen.

Ooc: Indescribable Pole(Staff, WP:8)

[Kintobor]

If your academy was filled with more Scholars, perhaps the massacres of our past would have been averted. I strive to be a learned beast, but with these He spreads his hands, each twice as wide as Annienal's largest tome, I find the task most arduous.

"Well, I'm no scholar. I just like to read books. Nothing scholarly about that. Trost Military Academy has some of the finest military instuctors in Olegaia... not a lot of scholars though." Annienal replies, twiddling her thumbs together. She giggles softly at the mention of Vindsval's giant hands. "Well, um, p-perhaps you should be more careful with books, then! Besides, it'd make it easier to at least hold on a book with such big hands."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Warlen blushed slightly.

"Her? Oh, I don't want to bother her... although, the more the merrier, I guess..."

Desperate to change the subject, he drew out his weapon, the Gold plated bat staff.

"Long story as to the staff. If you have the time, I could explain..."

Ooc: To see my staff, just follow the link in my signature.

Mines a WP: 5

Edited October 17, 2014 by The Chosen Minifigure

[Duvors]

"Well, I'm no scholar. I just like to read books. Nothing scholarly about that. Trost Military Academy has some of the finest military instuctors in Olegaia... not a lot of scholars though." Annienal replies, twiddling her thumbs together. She giggles softly at the mention of Vindsval's giant hands. "Well, um, p-perhaps you should be more careful with books, then! Besides, it'd make it easier to at least hold on a book with such big hands."

"Yes, but I imagine it is very hard to turn the pages."

[Scubacarrot]

"That my people are out there, and that I have the power to save them." He replied simply, still staring at the table.

"Hm. So your people... They are underground, like you thought?"

[Asphalt]

Vindsval chuffs softly at the Elf Maien's joke. He is beginning to like this one. She is quite friendly for one of the Fae Born.

Indeed, quite easy to hold onto things.

He stands and thumps his cask onto the table.

Well my new friends, it would seem I need to leave. There is a haunted mansion in need of a cleansing. Until out Paths cross once more.

He knuckles his foreheads and performs a series of finger motions to all present at the table. The doors swing shut with a solid THUMP as he leaves the hall once more.

[CMP]

"Umm... are you having trouble? I can, um... maybe help?

Well, I remember hearing some things about it, and that it sounded like something I'd be okay at doing. I figured if anything it'd help me gain inspiration for when I write. I t-think it says a lot about people in general when after 250 years of animosity, a group of divided individuals can finally find common ground."

"No no, I can figure this out," insisted Miderun, turning the page after several minutes of concentrated reading. "You sound like my clan leader. As soon as the bridge issue was sorted out he commissioned a mural about what had happened. How you find a decent artist in Baltarok is beyond me." The orc shrugged. "So what do you write then? If you came to Heroica for inspiration, or if it involves orcs at all, I'm assuming some sort of epics. "

Miderun, what manners can you expect from the Earthbound. All that time in that dank warrens does nothing for their disposition.

"I guess so. But I've met plenty of hobgoblins before. Maybe they're a little crazy, but they can be reasonable."

Well my new friends, it would seem I need to leave. There is a haunted mansion in need of a cleansing. Until out Paths cross once more.

"Good luck out there Vind. Taroksh maz lan kan tan di ei kon tan dir maro."

Edited October 17, 2014 by CallMePie

[Lind Whisperer]

Warlen blushed slightly.

"Her? Oh, I don't want to bother her... although, the more the merrier, I guess..."

Desperate to change the subject, he drew out his weapon, the Gold plated bat staff.

"Long story as to the staff. If you have the time, I could explain..."

"I always have a minute for a good story."

Ooc: To see my staff, just follow the link in my signature.

Mines a WP: 5

Ooc: I know. I was saying a WP:8 would give you the chance to do almost twice as much damage. I fully understand sticking to your "RP" weapon, but the Fields are for level-grinding, not role-playing. The more damage each party member can do, the better the party as a whole.

[Zepher]

"Good luck, man!" Bobby calls after Vind, and then continues to listen to Ann and Mideran discuss politics and books. "I've never been too good at history," Bobby admits, "I always confuse it and fantasy, know what I mean. Because of the stuff that people did in the past is pretty friggin' rad, and some of the stuff people do in fantasy is boring as whiz. Anyway, Annienal, like I said I'm pretty into books, and I'm looking for a new one. What should I be reading? I like to stay up to date on what's going down in the city and stuff. I read the Eubric Herald like all the time. Probably not as much as I should, but you know, when I get a copy."

[JimBee]

"Hm. So your people... They are underground, like you thought?"

"That is where I found them, but they exist somewhere else. Underground there was a door that lead to... Another realm. You remember when we went below this city to the Temple of Zoot, yes? It was much like that. I imagine my people are in the same place that Namyrra and William did when they were eaten by Mephisto. I do not think getting my people back is as simple as defeating an archdemon, though..."

[Yzalirk]

Funny ticking off a bunch of "people". And I do not think they mean that kind of "wine". But, if you want some thing to drink try the bar over their.

"Aye! I'll go check out the bar then. Cheers, mate!"

[salt-Upon-Wounds investigates the bar, snarls, and sits down. He is greeted by the bar owner who informs him that he is short of gold for some Wine.]

"Damn it! It seems I'm short of gold. Anyone mind bringing me along on a quest and show me the ropes?"

[Kintobor]

"No no, I can figure this out," insisted Miderun, turning the page after several minutes of concentrated reading. "You sound like my clan leader. As soon as the bridge issue was sorted out he commissioned a mural about what had happened. How you find a decent artist in Baltarok is beyond me." The orc shrugged. "So what do you write then? If you came to Heroica for inspiration, or if it involves orcs at all, I'm assuming some sort of epics. "

Annienal felt slightly belittled by Miderun's comment of the mural, but tried not to show it that much, merely looking away briefly.

"Well, I guess you could say I'm hoping to write an epic, but I'm not sure what yet. I may include some orcs, I'm not sure yet. I'm... not sure about a lot of it yet. It's mainly just scribbles of thoughts and ideas and a few other things I've crossed off because they're not all that good." She says, somewhat disappointed. "I've written a few poems... but their in elvish, so I doubt you'd understand them. That and the rhyming patterns and the i-iambic p-pentameter kind of gets ruined when you translate it to common... unfortunately." Annienal shrugs.

"Good luck, man!" Bobby calls after Vind, and then continues to listen to Ann and Mideran discuss politics and books. "I've never been too good at history," Bobby admits, "I always confuse it and fantasy, know what I mean. Because of the stuff that people did in the past is pretty friggin' rad, and some of the stuff people do in fantasy is boring as whiz. Anyway, Annienal, like I said I'm pretty into books, and I'm looking for a new one. What should I be reading? I like to stay up to date on what's going down in the city and stuff. I read the Eubric Herald like all the time. Probably not as much as I should, but you know, when I get a copy."

"I'm not to fond of the Eubric Herald, to be honest. It feels a little one sided at times. In terms of books you should read, Pyrian Comedy and Tragedy's still as captivating as it was centuries ago. Have you ever read King Satipeous? It still makes me feel both sorry and really weirded out... even after the sixth time through."

[The Chosen Minifigure]

Before Warlen could begin his story, Quarion butted in and began to talk, leaving Warlen lookin annoyed.

"Long ago, and by long I mean 3 years ago, Warlen was still living with his kind, and I was still... living.

I was a rouge, who had come to the kingdom of the elves to help them defeat a dragon, by the name of Nebulae.

I was bored for the first few days, so I wandered the forest, and it was by the river Darguill that I met Warlen Melimane.

He was practicing his forest Magic, and we soon became friends.

On the day when I was deemed to fight Nebulae, the great dragon burned me with dark flame from the pits of hell, scarring me and setting in motion events that no Elven cleric could heal without corrupting themselves.

And so up came Warlen, a young Elven mage back then, and he cast a spell that meant I would live... with both reward and price.

The reward? I was alive, and without my body, my mind could think freely, therefore allowing me to be amazingly intelligent.

The Price? I was reduced to a floating, flaming head, and stripped of my Rougish powers.

But Warlen paid a far worse price.

The darkness corrupted him and his staff, so that now he is a practitioner of dark Magyk, against his will."

As Quarion talked, Warlen walked over to Annie. Waiting for a break in the conversation, he asked if she would like to Join our fields of glory team.

[Duvors]

[salt-Upon-Wounds investigates the bar, snarls, and sits down. He is greeted by the bar owner who informs him that he is short of gold for some Wine.]

"Damn it! It seems I'm short of gold. Anyone mind bringing me along on a quest and show me the ropes?"

"Certainly, go sign up for one and see if you're picked, then your questmates can tell you everything you need to know, the first thing they'll probably tell you is that drinks here are free, as that sign up there clearly says."

Throlar, grumbling, demonstrated this by ordering a glass of Akrone vintage '74.

"Well, I guess you could say I'm hoping to write an epic, but I'm not sure what yet. I may include some orcs, I'm not sure yet. I'm... not sure about a lot of it yet. It's mainly just scribbles of thoughts and ideas and a few other things I've crossed off because they're not all that good." She says, somewhat disappointed. "I've written a few poems... but their in elvish, so I doubt you'd understand them. That and the rhyming patterns and the i-iambic p-pentameter kind of gets ruined when you translate it to common... unfortunately." Annienal shrugs.

"I'm not to fond of the Eubric Herald, to be honest. It feels a little one sided at times. In terms of books you should read, Pyrian Comedy and Tragedy's still as captivating as it was centuries ago. Have you ever read King Satipeous? It still makes me feel both sorry and really weirded out... even after the sixth time through."

"Poems eh? I like poetry, tell me, have you ever read The Kraken? Excellent peace of work that one. But if you ever do write about orcs be certain to visit Baltarok first, a place I remember very well."

"If you're interested in tragedy the I think you'll be very interested to know the the grand theater known as The City of Eubric is putting on a performance of The Downfall of Mercuton, with the part of the Mad King Haeresias being played by Ulric Wolfkin."

[Scubacarrot]

"That is where I found them, but they exist somewhere else. Underground there was a door that lead to... Another realm. You remember when we went below this city to the Temple of Zoot, yes? It was much like that. I imagine my people are in the same place that Namyrra and William did when they were eaten by Mephisto. I do not think getting my people back is as simple as defeating an archdemon, though..."

"..So... The imps, your people. Are enslaved, captured, by demons or something? And here I thought you were demons. You've got the black skin and burning eyes to pass for them... If you ever need help in saving your people. I am willing. "

[samurai-turtle]

As Quarion talked, Warlen walked over to Annie. Waiting for a break in the conversation, he asked if she would like to Join our fields of glory team.

You might as well ask the Orc, what was her name...Miderun? About the Fields of Glory team. She seems like she would be fun to have around.

As he waited for an answer about the "Horseshoe".

[CMP]

"Well, I guess you could say I'm hoping to write an epic, but I'm not sure what yet. I may include some orcs, I'm not sure yet. I'm... not sure about a lot of it yet. It's mainly just scribbles of thoughts and ideas and a few other things I've crossed off because they're not all that good." She says, somewhat disappointed. "I've written a few poems... but their in elvish, so I doubt you'd understand them. That and the rhyming patterns and the i-iambic p-pentameter kind of gets ruined when you translate it to common... unfortunately." Annienal shrugs.

"Sounds..." Miderun scratched her head, failing to find the right word. "...sophisticated? This book is very wordy. If your work is anything like this it's probably more...intricate than any writings to come out of Baltarok. Longer, too. There are only so many words that rhyme with 'bloody'..."

You might as well ask the Orc, what was her name...Miderun? About the Fields of Glory team. She seems like she would be fun to have around.

Miderun looked up at the mention of her name.

"No thanks. For one orcs don't find glory in killing random animals at a farm. It also doesn't sound very...heroic. And if it's as difficult as they say, I don't think we'd last very long. I learned long ago not to pick fights that are above me." The orc tugged at a loose bit of her bandaged arm.