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Heckz soaks the Red Hatchlings D and A a bit with a water spell.

"Yes of course, just explain to me how I'm supposed to do so without the use of a Ruby?! Heckz directs his increasing frustration in the form of a Water spell at the Red Hatchling Mob D and C. If someone gives him a Ruby, he changes the weather to Hot. If it doesn't work out the first time, he attempts it a second time. If it does, he attempts to burn down the pier as well.

OoC: Shouldn't changing the weather to humid have made my aquatic-ship-propelling twice as effective? Heckz manipulates the waves to move the ship forward, twice.

Filled with the thrill of summoning a thunderstorm, Heckz can’t help but scream at the laughing Hoke. “GIVE ME YOUR SAPPHIRE!” If given a Sapphire, Heckz changes the weather to breezy and propels the ship with wind. if not, he repeats.

OOC: Will changing the weather to Breezy double the effects of the propelling of the ship?

OoC: Sorry for the extended absence. Heckz appears to be irritated and shouts amidst the chaos. "If anyone has any sapphires for me, then please give them over now! I have a feeling you imbeciles don't clean your ears much, given that I asked for the stones beforehand." If Heckz is given a Sapphire, he attempts to change the weather to Breezy and to blow the ships sails with arcane blasts of wind. If not, he attempts to change the weather to Humid and magically manipulate the waves to navigate the ship ahead.

Heckz finishes the Nostrum and Smelling Salts he started earlier. "Could anyone lend me some precious gems? Preferably a Ruby or a Diamond. I have a feeling they will come in handy against plant demons." He then takes out his Bad Luck Charm and tosses it Ezeran, careful not to hit the slimy mouth in his belly. "That trinket there proved extremely useful during my time as a sorcerer. Don't break it and don't let that abomination consume it." He turns to the rest of the party. "Anyone in dire need of a grating stone?"

Heckz smiles. "Exactly. If I'm fast, I'll have time to loot more than just a hairbrush."

Heckz beamed and, while raising his fist to the air, attempted to exclaim heroically. "For Heroica! For Eubric!" Says he, determined to decamp the moment one of his nails broke. "I have only one small gripe involving your plan, unfortunately: Must I implicitly sneak around like a street rat alongside you lot? As I have stated earlier, I'm not a criminal in the eyes of this so-called council. So, I propose you all follow the normal plan. Meanwhile, I am going to be walking normally to the marketplace. Not to worry, it won't delay the operation by any means. All I need is a new hairbrush." A genuine chuckle escaped the weather mage's lips after both statements.

Heckz drinks a Nostrum and consumes some Smelling Salts. He kind of felt left out after hearing there was a pathway to a temple underneath Heroica Hall, which he erroneously assumes to have been some sort of secret partying place to which the other heroes never invited him to. The mage approaches Elphaba. "Elphaboo, long time no see. Say, do you perchance have some nifty arcane objects for sale hidden somewhere on your person? Those ether cores of yours could prove useful." Worries about having some sort of ether addiction crept up on Heckz. Who knows which wrinkles withdrawal would wreak, he thought.

"We could certainy get all the broomsticks flying. The problem is the tremendous amount of ether that would probably cost us, leaving us powerless for any future fight." He then smiles. "And, yes, I know you are intimidated by my cheekbones. No need to mention it." Heckz quickly turns to the demon with a disdainful scowl, scanning the demon from head to toe. He then turns to his original position again. "You think the archdemon of seduction simply wants to turn some dirty city into a necropolis? That does not quite add up. If anything, she may be turning everyone into some sort of macabre sex-slave. An even better theory would be that this "Rosier" is after my head. Surely she just wants to eliminate the other seductive competition." Says Heckz, actually believing his feedback to be constructive.

Heckz finally opens his mouth, after pretending to pretend that he was listening in order to appear to have better things to ponder on. "If we want to assault the Bone-apart Fort, it sounds to me like we may need a distraction. And per the story of Miss Whiteface and Mister Hatty, you are all in hot water with this new 'council'. Well, the good news is, I'm one-hundred percent sure that there is a sixty percent chance of me not being wanted by the Watch or the Paladins., seeing as I joined your ragtag bunch just recently. My proposition is simple: I go to the front door and give them the most grandiose, bombastic, razzle-dazzle diversion they could only dream of witnessing. Maybe I could even bewitch a little fog, like the gross black thing there is suggesting." He smiles and expectantly awaits any sort of positive response. The weather mage is visibly discontented as the barbarian puts away the book which was just named "a legendary tome of demonology". "Oh no, Ronald, don't be silly! You know just as well as I that that there spellbook could be in better hands, especially in the fine manicured hands of an experienced spellcaster which has bravely fought an army of demons alongside your muscly self..." He greedily awaits to see the book again, perhaps even be allowed to leaf through a few pages...

Heckz silently distances himself from the intimidating werewolf. It wouldn't be the first time someone gave him a lice problem.[/I¨]

The insult flies over Heckz head, since the mage was too distracted trying to remember all the names of everyone present, before shifting his attention to the person adressing him. He puts on his usual smile. "Long time no see, Mr. Boo... naparte? Anyways, it's always nice to see someone else who didn't get a skin disease from the blistering desert." To see someone with horrible skin sometimes made Heckz cry at night. The horror of something like that possibly happening to him was too much for the ageing mage to bear. He tries to remember Boomingham's name whilst wondering where his obsession with the word "boo" came from. He then turns to the other two heroes, Torald and Eric, whom he knew and kind-off tolerated.[/I] "Mister Muscles!" He addresses both of them. "How's it been since the school, and the dessert that almost gave me something far worse than tanned skin?" He leans in closer to whisper. "Is there a reward I'm not aware of?" After hearing Katie's summary of what his party supposedly did, his curiosity beat his pride and he actually asked the minstrel a question. "But, Miss Tries-Too-Hard-With-Makeup, there's something I didn't quite catch there: Why haven't we dispatched those 'founders', whatever that means, already? I'm certain we far outnumber and outmatch them."

"Ruining someone's expensive jacket is an even graver insult, boo. I expected a shred of politeness from a so called "Diplomat", but then again, one shouldn't have such expectations from someone with "Whine" in their name..." He quickly added a smile to his last pair of words. "... my hero" "Soil? It's called cleansing. It helps with excess fat sometimes. Not surprised you haven't heard of it, but if I were in your gigantic boots, I'd give it a try." Heckz bodyscanned the half-giant. "'Hall Drunk'? You clearly don't know me. Then again, mentioning our official titles seems like a bold move from you. I believe I didn't catch yours, Mr...?" Heckz was startled by the second giant figure in the group. Because this particular ogre appeared to be more importan, and because of Heckz's most hated color, he decided to focus his disgust and insults on Vindsval. "Oh, it just so happens that I am an expert on demons! I don't mean to boast, but I even repelled an army of them in the academy. Might I ask, however, why you people are working together? I thought Heroica was disbanded. Is some other organization offering a reward or...?"

I know this is old, but it's not really a ticked off Heckz. He just has an item that's called "burning eyes" so I thought I'd modify him appropriately.

Heckz smiled. "Why, you ask? Well, you see, why I chose to gift you with my presence is a long story indeed. It was a midsummer day wh-" Wait... "You... I know you! Your ruined my leather jacket once! Maybe you thought you could hide by changing from one dull outfit to an-" He paused, putting two and two together and coming to the conclusion that his rescuers might all be "heroes". Indeed, his theory was proven when he quickly analyzed each of their faces. Nine heroes, four he knew, two he despised, one may have made him regurgitate a second time, and the other four he could care less for. Seeing as he could get into a fight quickly were he not careful with what he says, and that he might profit from the heroes' obvious quest (even though he still thought Heroica was disbanded) if he plays his cards well, Heckz put on the biggest smile he could. "But then again, you did just rescue me from a lifetime of flying and vomiting! Why, Frolal, I should thank your heroic and dull heart!" He curtsied and, not having hugged any dwarven men before, he offered his hand in order to shake Throlar's (awkwardly). "Not only a hero, but Heckz Brutenhal, the matchmaker, the ghostbuster, the school inspector and the super sleuth. Now, show me some respect by not directing your foul breath at me." The mage attempted to imitate a very surprised look. He wouldn't want to make the powerful-looking prophet angry. Least of all when he realized that he fought with that very same prophet side by side, witnessing the man dispatch beasts left and right. "Oh, Mister Benji! Is that you? Oh, I do hope your important self remembers a humble soul such as I! I noticed you took a liking to the overgrown lizards from that mysterious island some years ago, given the giant one a few feet from you." He pointed at Vindsval. He "truly" beamed at Kiray. "Perhaps I should!" ... should keep up my honey-tongue with this one. Maybe it will lead to other types of activities involving the tongue... He sits down.[/I] "Nice to see you, monk..." "...Periwinkle? Anyhow, as far as I can tell, you people aren't a threat. So would anyone like to inform as to where I am and how you got me out of that dreadful realm of winds?" Heckz takes off his muffler and hat, revealing his precious face.

After a not-so-happy landing out of the tempestuous and violent Plane of Everlasting Winds, Heckz Brutenhal attempted to stand up for the first time since making one of the worst mistakes of his lifetime and willingly sentencing himself to what seemed like an eternity spent riding his broomstick inside a rampant tornado. The man could not find his balance. Heckz's burning eyes quickly turned to the imposing vindicator with what seemed to be a combination of dread and disgust. "Who are you calling bright, you repulsive repugnant wretch!? Get away from me befor-" A noise originating from his belly interrupted him. He promptly took of his pristine white muffler and proceeded to empty out his stomach on the stone floor beside him. The has-been sorcerer grinned. He bowed his head and presented. "The great and fabulous! I see my legendary reputation as the one true hero of Heroica precedes me. And you are?" His eyes, still dazed by the everlasting motion sickness, were struggling to focus on the monk who accompanied him on two quests.

After a couple of years of not being sighted anywhere in Eubric, Heckz Brutenhal ambled his way into the Marketplace, his first stop being Anwyl's. "I have no use for this rusty garbage any longer. Fortunately, your undomesticated joke of a beard indicates that you deal with such things." He sold his Wand, his Bone Whip, Rawr, the Assassin's Crossbow and the Torn Whip for a total of 170 Gold (25 + 45 + 45 + 20 + 35= 170). Now it was time for him to enhance his current weapon of choice, upgrading the Weatherfax Broom to 30 WP, for a total of 1400 Gold (260 + 270 + 280 + 290 + 300= 1400). In Almight's store he procured a very large amount of Seal Bombs. Seven, to be precise. This cost him 350 Gold. At Portia's, the harlot almost emptied the store's supply of Phoenix Essences, Nostrums and Smelling Salts. With eight, five and five once again, it appeared that Heckz was addicted to the stuff. This amount of magical liquids knocked him back precisely 700 gold. All in all, he lost 2450 gold and left with 329 pieces in his bag of holding (2609 + 170 - 1400 - 350 - 700= 329). Finally he approached his "friend", Fabian. He took out the Rich Man's Trousers and Shirt, as well as the dreaded Buffoon's Hat. "Long time no see, and as voguish as ever! Nevertheless, my outfit is still superior." Heckz' clothes smelt like they had not been changed in a very long time. Holes ravaged by moths and spilled liquids, which could be either blood or cheap wine, were also recognizable... "Anyways, how much do I receive for these fancy garments? I fear that I must return this villainous hat to you as well. It has brought everything but happiness to my life..." His fiery eyes did scream with the despair of a thousand suns.

Would it be possible to change class in the training room and join the final quest or is it too late? I should have checked up sooner...

The Eldritchs? They are like enemies of the Ziegfrieds, I think.

The Eldritchs? They are like enemies of the Ziegfrieds, I think.

"Toss yourself out of the nearest building then, boo, or I'd watch myself too if I were in your lice-ridden hooves." He says with a sleepless voice and quickly flashes his Black Market Insignia to the werelion before taking off, satisfied with himself.

OoC: Sorry for the short absence. I've been in a lot of stress this week. The baggy, sleepless eyes that rested upon the absolutely not well-rested face of Heckz had been maliciously staring at Anniennal throughout the journey. Even if he didn't open his mouth, the variety of torture methods and means of torment that went through his mind as he glared at the knight were overflowing. Many of those imaginary screams of agony which took origin from the elven girl were generated by excruciating frostbites and strangling shadows, which reminded the harlot to relearn the arcane as soon as he got back to the hall. The only time he spoke was when he was addressed, and he did this with a raspy voice that was very unusual when coming out of the harlot's mouth. "Three thousand gold pieces." He says unamused.

Heckz satisfyingly takes the eyes, ignoring the wraith as he haughtily walks to the Inn. Even if his brain capacity didn't allow him to comprehend what Annienal was doing, the harlot quickly walks to the Innkeeper with intentions to object. "Now, I don't know about you, Mr Muscular Smelterbed." He seductively winks. "But if a heavily armed, dreadful-looking mercenary walked into my inn, wanting to buy all my rooms, I'd have serious reason to distrust. Then again, with all these stories about the Wolfgang renting whole inns just to rob them dry going around, I'd probably also ban this certain hideous individual from ever entering my inn again."