Heroica RPG - Heroica Hall

[Endgame]

I raise an eyebrow and shrug at Lind's sudden aggressive nature, and choose not to press on any more.

"Magic lizards then. A bit like dragons, maybe? I heard they're quite magical, although not all you can read about them are true..."

*I absentmindedly extend my hand to the dwarf, before realizing I wasn't entirely sure whose hand I was shaking.*

"...Your name would be... Throlar, yes?"

[Lind Whisperer]

"Magic lizards then. A bit like dragons, maybe? I heard they're quite magical, although not all you can read about them are true..."

"They were more along the build of were-lizards. The eyes they had...Ghastly. As wide across as my hand - staring back at you worse than what books' say giant spiders' do."

[Endgame]

"Urgh, that does sound awful... You routed them out though, I hope. Me, I haven't quested in a long while. Slayed a dozen demon hordes, repelled an archdemon, and I've been out of action for a long time."

[Lind Whisperer]

"Urgh, that does sound awful... You routed them out though, I hope.

The Black Knight smirked. "You might say that their plan blew up in their faces.

Above their faces, actually...Long story."

Me, I haven't quested in a long while. Slayed a dozen demon hordes, repelled an archdemon,

"Impressive, especially the arch-demon. Eight too many of those things out there."

...and I've been out of action for a long time."

"Well, I'd normally say that there's no time to get back to work like the present, but that board is unpleasantly empty, so...No time like the indeterminate future?"

[Mencot]

"Well I am, and you my find this hard to believe, the Titaanese ambassador to Eubric, and absolutely terrible at my job, though I haven't been doing much of that recently..."

"Oh, sorry, where was I? Oh yes. Well, as I was saying, I had just arrived in this city, mistook the hall for the Eubric Embassy, and sort of got drawn into this life, and I'm absolutely terrible at this as well."

The Munchkin saw the Undead enter, and sympathetically winced at the Assassin's painful condition.

He stepped over to the bar where the Assassin had sat down.

Keliim watched the Munchkin start talking to an unhealthy looking fellow at the bar, "That lad has seen some better days, Keliim thought to himself" and then looked at his mug of mead. It was empty, so Keliim also went over to the bar and ordered another mug of mead and some chicken drumsticks. Then turned to Throlar.

"So Throlar, an ambassador, thats intresting.

What kind of duties did thou have and what wete thy duties here?"

Edited April 28, 2015 by Mencot

[Endgame]

"I wouldn't worry, Lind. New quests appear like clockwork... sometimes there's a drought, sometimes there's more than the hall can handle."

[Duvors]

"...Your name would be... Throlar, yes?"

"Indeed."

"So Throlar, an ambassador, thats intresting.

What kind of duties did thou have and what wete thy duties here?"

"Ech, I'm supposed to promote good relations between Titaan and Eubric, but so far noting has happened along those lines yet. admittedly some of the blame lies in my inaction, however some of it is certainly due to the fact that most of the big houses are completely ignoring us! A month or two back a shipment of Titaani weapons we sent to the Bonapartes was stolen from the warehouse it was stored in and they didn't even bother informing us! Harsh words were had I can tell you."

[Mencot]

"Ech, I'm supposed to promote good relations between Titaan and Eubric, but so far noting has happened along those lines yet. admittedly some of the blame lies in my inaction, however some of it is certainly due to the fact that most of the big houses are completely ignoring us! A month or two back a shipment of Titaani weapons we sent to the Bonapartes was stolen from the warehouse it was stored in and they didn't even bother informing us! Harsh words were had I can tell you."

Keliim eats the chicken and washes it down with a mug or two of mead and listens with interest to Throlar´s ambassador story but when he hears weapons, Bonapartes and stolen he really gets interested. Especially the Bonaparte part catches his attention.

"Thou said some shipment meant f'r the Bonapartes was stolen? Thou know wherefore and whom done it?

[Sandy]

~A new quest has been posted on the Quest Board (#134 by Endgame)!~

[Lind Whisperer]

]Quest#134: The Sky Is Falling[/u]

Quest Master: Endgame

Assignment: "I saw it, I really did! I was out looking at the skies with my telescope, when I saw a giant white flash fall from the sky and crash into the barrier mountains. It must've been one of those meteor things in the books! Please, will you go investigate? Pa says I'm too young to go on a journey like this..." ~Manny Brixby

Party Requirements: "Who knows what creepy crawlies are inside the meteor? Four medium to high level heroes should be enough."

Reward: "I only have enough money to give you five gold a piece, but my dad is a blacksmith... He may be able to make you something nice."

Sign-ups close on the 5th of May, 2015.

The Munchkin sighed. He had been planning on taking a break. Ah, well - duty never stops calling.

With a large flourish, The Grey Foxer(Lind Whisperer) signed his name up to the top of the sign-up sheet for #134.

Edited April 30, 2015 by Lind Whisperer

[Asphalt]

24 Hours Remaining

CURRENT SIGN UP FOR QUEST 133-A Walk Through the Parlor

Kelim (Menkot) Level 5 Barbarian

Darksten (Comrade Commander) Level 15 Assassin

Calamity (Scubacarrot) level 1 mage

Mathias (Stickfig) Level 20 Druid

Rethinal (Rconn0) Level 1 Cleric

Quest#133: A Walk Through the Parlor

Quest Master: Asphalt

Assignment: “My commanders seem to have lost contact with out recently completed troop training facility, which they have nicknamed 'The Parlor'. I am in need of several battle hardened warriors to investigate the situation, eliminate any unforeseen complications, and return to me with news of my facilities operational status." ~Benin Abal-Basir; Kalif of the the Red Court

Party Requirements: 3-5 Heroes of beginning level experience

Reward: 100 Gold and a selection from our armory for each hero.

Sign-ups close on the 1st of May, 2015.

[Endgame]

Several months ago, Lynne was enjoying a pleasant stroll through Triad park. The sun was shining, the birds chirping, the pleasant breeze rustling her jet black hair. Her staff tied to her hip, still content with her success in Dastan, she was immersing herself in Eubric's culture.

Another group of heroes were not having nearly as nice of a day on that particular date. They were up North, in a castle of darkness, locked in battle with the villainous proprietor. One hero deals the killing blow, and the colossus succumbs to the pain and his new found mortality. With a sick pleasure, he allows himself to be cast to oblivion.

His minions follow in his fatal footsteps. They topple like dominoes, their life fading, their minds crumbling, their bodies dissolving into nothing. His legions, some of his minions thousands of years old, crumbled to nothing.

Despite her free will, she was still The Regret's. She takes one last step, and one last sharp breath. He brain shuts down, her heart stops, her blood dissolves to nothing. It happens so fast she feels no pain. Like a puppet with its strings cut, the poor girl crumples to the floor. It isn't until twelve hours later someone tries to help her. The town watch buries her into an unmarked grave shortly after.

Lynne was no longer enjoying a pleasant stroll through Triad park.

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The doors to the hall creak open slowly, the sound of someone very reluctant or perhaps very weak entering the hall. Or, in this person's case, very much both. The stench of dirt and cattle accompanies him, and the heroes with distinguished noses may notice he smells just like pig. Indeed, he was filling up the pig's food troughs one last time before he departed from home, his final chore before his career. He now found himself in Eubric, among a hall of heroes who have struck down great bests. The greatest beast he ever took down was a particularly large moth harassing the cattle.

"I AM in the right place, right?"

He goes and signs up for Quest 133, before taking a vacant seat, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

Terry Yelnats, 19 Year Old Human

Level 1 Mage

HP: 5/5

Ether: 5/5

Power: 4 (+0 bonus)

Gold: 10

Equipment: Cattle Prod Staff (WP: 3)

Inventory: Potion, Sapphire

Edited May 1, 2015 by Endgame

[Duvors]

Keliim eats the chicken and washes it down with a mug or two of mead and listens with interest to Throlar´s ambassador story but when he hears weapons, Bonapartes and stolen he really gets interested. Especially the Bonaparte part catches his attention.

"Thou said some shipment meant f'r the Bonapartes was stolen? Thou know wherefore and whom done it?

"The Wolfgang I think."

[Asphalt]

8 hours remaining

Current Sign Ups for 133

Kelim (Menkot) Level 5 Barbarian

Darksten (Comrade Commander) Level 15 Assassin

Calamity (Scubacarrot) level 1 mage

Mathias (Stickfig) Level 20 Druid

Rethinal (Rconn0) Level 1 Cleric

Terry Yelnats (Endgame) Level 1 Mage

[Mencot]

"The Wolfgang I think."

"The wolfgang, thou say! Yes, I read about it when visiting the library, a big criminal organization. Do thou know any other criminal organization here, what do thou know about pirates and the Bona..." Keliim stopped speaking and though to himself, "Hmm maybe I should stay quiet about this thing for now, as Byblos adviced, I don´t know this dwarf, can he be trusted and" Keliim looks around him "these walls has ears, don´t know what kind of backstabbing lowlives, whom call them self heroes actually dwell inside this hall" Keliim continues speaking to Throlar.

"Nevermind, tell me moo about thy homeland and how thou become and ambassad'r?" Keliim takes a big sip of his mead.

The doors to the hall creak open slowly, the sound of someone very reluctant or perhaps very weak entering the hall. Or, in this person's case, very much both. The stench of dirt and cattle accompanies him, and the heroes with distinguished noses may notice he smells just like pig. Indeed, he was filling up the pig's food troughs one last time before he departed from home, his final chore before his career. He now found himself in Eubric, among a hall of heroes who have struck down great bests. The greatest beast he ever took down was a particularly large moth harassing the cattle.

Keliim looks at the nervous young man or boy who had walked into the hall, then he notices a new smell that hadn´t been there before. A mix of lifestock and old damp clothes but Keliim had smelled worse.

"I AM in the right place, right?"

"That depends lad, what ye are looking f'r? By the looks of it and the smell, i think thou shouldst still continue walk a bit down the street and turn right and thou will find the marketplace there!" The big man looks at the boy, notices he is sweating and looking as pale as the dead "But by the nervous act thou put up, I think that is not what thou want is it?"

Edited May 1, 2015 by Mencot

[Cryos]

OOC: Fashionably late as always. :)

Muradin Falstad waddles over to the quest board and jots his name down under Quest:133 A Walk Through the Parlor.

Edited May 1, 2015 by Cryos

[Duvors]

"The wolfgang, thou say! Yes, I read about it when visiting the library, a big criminal organization. Do thou know any other criminal organization here, what do thou know about pirates and the Bona..." Keliim stopped speaking and though to himself, "Hmm maybe I should stay quiet about this thing for now, as Byblos adviced, I don´t know this dwarf, can he be trusted and" Keliim looks around him "these walls has ears, don´t know what kind of backstabbing lowlives, whom call them self heroes actually dwell inside this hall" Keliim continues speaking to Throlar.

"Nevermind, tell me moo about thy homeland and how thou become and ambassad'r?" Keliim takes a big sip of his mead.

"Pirates and the Bonapartes? Is that what you were originally going to ask me? The most I know is that they're deadly enemies."

"How did I become an ambassador? Hmm... well I am a member of the Wineghilm clan, i.e., one of the seven ruling clans of Titaan. This makes me, among other things, a nobleman, utterly meaningless title and everything. It also makes me someone who has to have an important position of some kind. Now the Wineghilms are traditionally diplomats and when I was in the Academy my favored topics were such things as anthropology, cultural studies, things like that. All they could say was that at the time it seemed like a good idea."

[Lind Whisperer]

"I AM in the right place, right?"

"That depends on what your definition of the right place. Either way, welcome to the Hall."

"How did I become an ambassador? Hmm... well I am a member of the Wineghilm clan, i.e., one of the seven ruling clans of Titaan. This makes me, among other things, a nobleman, utterly meaningless title and everything. It also makes me someone who has to have an important position of some kind. Now the Wineghilms are traditionally diplomats and when I was in the Academy my favored topics were such things as anthropology, cultural studies, things like that. All they could say was that at the time it seemed like a good idea."

"I think it's more than "seems", I think it is a good idea. A lot of the discord between the various populaces and ruling classes of Olegia comes from the fact that there's no way for the rulers to experience the troubles and issues that take place beyond the gates of their chambers and palaces, and there's no way for the populaces to inform them, other than by proxy messengers, who are always going to be biased one way or the other. Having a Hero that's also a member of a ruling class creates an excellent way to start recognizing those troubles and issues, at least in regards to Titaan. Maybe the idea'll spread to other realms as well."

[Endgame]

"For the, uh, heroing business... yeah, that's what I'm here for."

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"That depends on what your definition of the right place. Either way, welcome to the Hall."

"Th-thanks."

"That depends lad, what ye are looking f'r? By the looks of it and the smell, i think thou shouldst still continue walk a bit down the street and turn right and thou will find the marketplace there!" The big man looks at the boy, notices he is sweating and looking as pale as the dead "But by the nervous act thou put up, I think that is not what thou want is it?"

"No, I'm not a pig farmer... Not anymore, at least."

[Lind Whisperer]

"For the, uh, heroing business... yeah, that's what I'm here for."

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Th-thanks."

"No, I'm not a pig farmer... Not anymore, at least."

"Ah, let me guess. Worked hard all of your life, finally tired of the pitchfork, and - pardon the lame humor - decided you'd strike out for greener fields?"

The Munchkin scratched his head, and mumbled to himself. "Wasn't there a song about that...How'd that go again..."

[Endgame]

"No, not really. I really liked tending the farm. I wanted ta stay there... But the family says a boy that knows magic like myself should go out and see what the world has. And by that, they said it was Heroica or bust.

[Lind Whisperer]

"No, not really. I really liked tending the farm. I wanted ta stay there... But the family says a boy that knows magic like myself should go out and see what the world has. And by that, they said it was Heroica or bust.

"Interesting. What sort of magic? Arbormancy?"

[Endgame]

"Naw. I can kind of just shoot... well, bubbles, and tiny streams of water... at stuff. I used it to clean up the pigs 'fore I was sent on my merry way."

[Lind Whisperer]

"Naw. I can kind of just shoot... well, bubbles, and tiny streams of water... at stuff. I used it to clean up the pigs 'fore I was sent on my merry way."

"Magic with applicability - the best kind." The Black Knight nodded his head. "What'll you have, Monsieur...?"

[Endgame]

"They wouldn't have mutton here, would they?" says the former farmhand, sniffing to see if he could catch a whiff.