Khorne
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So you could vote for Eric, right? RIGHT!? Throlar being Throlar would vote for anyone not even remotely Eric, considering how things have been between the two .
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Ooc: But then I used my Feather of White for nothing . Eric uses Smelling Salts and Mulled Wine. Peri heals Sarge from the back row.
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Artisans also use their ability to aid their fellow Heroicans. Why shouldn't the holder of a Cornucopia be able to do so?
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OoC: Same as with Zepher's post. Pretend this happens after #130, when Eric is physically back in Eubric. Confident as ever, perhaps now even more, Eric strode into the Sungold Hall. An arrogant yet cheeky and playful smile adorned his face. His eyes flickered wolfishly as he spread his arms and began to speak. "My friends, I have come home." The Nord lowered his arms and with a booming voice continued to speak, not caring if people were actually paying attention to him or not. "I have come home to the Sungold Alliance to which I pledge my service and whom I wish to lead in this struggle for our beloved Eubric. The beacon in the Crystalline Seas luring many here in search of better lives. So, too, did I make the voyage here from the far-flung northern ice-wastes of Värtland to this fair city, seeking to improve my lot in life." Feigning a humble attitude, Eric continued his improvised speech: "I struggled, I admit. I struggled and I fell. But I overcame and my struggles made me stronger. I was nobody and now I am a respected member of Heroica and well-known ally of several of your Houses. Make me your leader and I shall become King." "I am an outsider. I have no relatives here, nor am I even from the South. But make me King and show the world that outsiders can make it in Eubric. It is a city where those who work and strive forward are rewarded. Let us use the light of the Sungold Alliance and commit ourselves to this Shining City upon Uland. We are Eubricans awed by what has gone before, proud of what for us is still…our great Eubric." The Nord struggled with identifying himself solely as a "Eubrican", a Southerner and casting his Northern roots away, but he did not let these doubt seep through his facade. This was a first step into gaining control of the City and some sacrifices had to be made to achieve the end goal. Once more, Eric put up a big grin and half-raised his arms with his hands open. A short pause before concluding. "Let's make Eubric great again." Eric steps up as candidate to become King of Eubric. He places 3 reputation behind him. 4 after #130
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"Those are some nice tattoos you got there," Eric grinned wickedly. "Too bad I'm going to have to carve them up." The Nord drew Conspirator for the umpteenth time and once more spun the blade in his hand, preparing for combat. Proposed plan of action: Eric uses Feather of White: - First turn of Hiding: Smelling Salts - Second turn: Mulled Wine and Ambrosia or perhaps use Potion on team member - Third turn: unleash Hell Sarge stays in the back row for his attacks and taking the first Free Hits. Peri heals Sarge all the time
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To Heckz, you faint too much, probably something wrong with your blood sugar. - Heckz-a-Cola: A potent beverage of pure concentrated sugar and frog spit for added taste. Revives a fallen ally with full health during a battle, making them Hastened at the same time; consumable. To Throlar, you talk too much and anger too quickly, do something about it. - Deadly Venom: Use on a weapon to make it cause the poisoned by 10-effect or use it in a more satisfactory way here: ingest it; consumable. To Althior, more smile, less gloom. - Ancient Tome of Dwarven Jokes: Most of these jokes don't even have a decent punchline, so the Enemy is rendered Confused for Three Rounds upon use, trying to understand why the joke is even funny; scroll/book (I don't know what's most appropriate or useable here.) To Periwinkle, time for some silent contemplation. - Ball gag: It simply renders Peri mute for some time, that's all there is to it, really. Quite a magical feat on it's own. I'll update this post with some more gifts later . EDIT: To Lawrence Boomingham, my long-time drinking buddy. - Nostrum: Use this to improve your chances of becoming King ( ) - Handkerchief: Can be used to dry eyes after not becoming Sungold leader. Grants owner Immunity to Water; accessory. - Sungold Viceroy's Hat: To wear once I am King and you are my advisor. Headwear, SP: 3, SP multiplied by number of Sungold followers in party, suitable to Sungold followers (I know, I simply faked you Zepher, but I thought it was a nice item and description ). To Jon "Sarge", my partner in crime. - Ring of the Ancient Mariner: Grants owner Immunity to Water, halves the attack of Beast-type opponents. Nautical opponents (pirates, sailors, etc.) cannot deal Free Hits versus the wearer of the Ring; accessory (suitable to Sarge). To Monk Pretzel - Tasty Pretzel: Grants +3 HP; consumable
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Kinda cruel, dontcha think?
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"Try not to faint this time, boy wonder", Eric grinned at Heckz and then followed Sarge, Peri trailing him.
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"Wow...", Eric respondes to Peri, somewhat flabbergasted. "You really ought to work on your jokes more." Eric turned to Djuvali in a more threatening manner. "Take a cue from this guy. He's playing a big joke on us. Leading us away from the city knowing these desert rats can't hold their own against the Snake Priests." The Nord tossed his skinnings on the ground and sheathed his sword. "Whoever wants the leather, take it. I'm off to the city to deal with this mess and then get out of here. I've about had it with these people." Taking a swig of Mead, Eric strode back to Salmanda.
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Eric looked up, wiping some blood of his face only to smear it out even more. "Yup, breasts are a big plus. That and the fact that she doesn't think she's in charge here."
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Eric smirked. "Guess that makes me a miracle, too, since I'm barely unscathed even after taking some serious hits from those Floraphants." He then walked over to the corpse of one of the slain creatures and plunged his sword in the carcass, skinning the dead beast.
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Eric attacks Floraphant A from the front row.
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Eric curses under his breath. He reaches for a bottle of Mulled Wine and drank it, hoping it would make him last longer in combat. Eric uses a Mulled Wine.
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Eric throws his Agni Bomb. Peri heals him, should he by any chance get wounded during this round. If Eric doens't get wounded she heals Rex instead.
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"Continue the big mouth and you'll be lucky to be let walking away like that. Remember, we're doing you a favor by coming along with to you to the marshes, so stop trying to act like you own us," Eric snapped at Djuvali. Seeing Heckz go down, again, the Nord simply rolled his eyes. The boy would need to toughen up. "That didn't go so well", Eric grinned. He uncorked one of his Elixirs and drank it. He also took out his Agni Bomb, so he could use it during the next round of combat. Those Floraphants were in for a bang. Eric uses an Elixir, while Peri tries to heal Rex from the back row.
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"Whoaw, that was a nasty hit", Eric said while his gaping wounds closed themselves, courtesy of Periwinkle's miracle. Feeling his body to check if everything was properly healed, Eric noticed he still carried a Health Core. "Lawrence, you think this might work on the Enki?" If the Health Core can't be used on the Enki, Eric repeats his previous action. Peri continues to heal the Enki.
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Eric shot an angry glare at the Venomari priest, indicating that he shouldn't try to boss others around. "Because, Peri..., just do what I say", Eric sighed somewhat annoyed. Contrary to the priest, Eric found he was indeed allowed to tell others what to do. "I don't have qualms with taking out the Floraphaunts, however", the Nord said and flashed his signature grin. Eric attacks Floraphant A from the front row, using Conspirator. Peri tries to heal the Enki from the back row.
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Eric frowned and returned a baffled look. "...because its wounds cause it to be hostile, so if healed it might stop attacking us?" "Anyway, I have a feeling that's not going to work." Eric prepared for combat nonetheless, forgoing any preparation.
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Eric was quick to draw his blade when he heard the crashing of trees and plants. Poised to strike at whatever would come at him, the Nord froze at the sight of the Enki, one of the last of its kind. Eric gritted his teeth and retraced his steps, unsure of his next action. "Peri, you think you can heal this beast?"
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"Ja, we could do that. Consider your Cult problem as good as cleared." Noticing Heckz' face contort in horrifying ways at the sight of Djuvali, Eric frowned and called the sorceror over his shoulder: "What's the matter, boy? You look like you saw a ghost."
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Eric noticed Boomingham's greedy look. "You didn't want to kill them, but you're fine with taking their gold? My, my, where are your morals?", the Nord joked, knowing he wasn't a hair better himself. "As for now; maybe we should head back to the Sisters and sort this mess out, so we can return to Eubric?" Eric cracked his neck and nuckles. "Although I'm always up for some more fighting, too"
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Eric coughed in his fist. To the party he said: "Told you it was wrong to let her live." The Nord sheathed his sword and was silent for a short time. Clearing his throat, he said: "Next time, I will kill you," pointing at the other members (sans Heckz), "they're the only reason you're still alive." Eric kept eyeing the foes as they hobbled off. His angry demeanor calmed down as they left his sight. A sly grin crept to his face. The time for loot had come. "I'll have that scimitar or those waveblades. And obviously a great share of the gold. If it hadn't been for me, the pile of it would've been considerably smaller," he chuckled somewhat spiteful. Awaiting his share, Eric watched Heckz try and take some fur. His chuckle grew into laughter as the Sorceror failed his attempts. "Furs? I was in this for the fight itself and the rewards it brought. I don't need fur in this sun-blasted hellhole."
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With a wicked fire burning in his eyes and a wide grin on his face, Eric spoke once more: "Yeah, your life for you gold. How about it?" His grin slid away into a feigned pious and serious look. The Nord frowned and while he brought Conspirator closer to the were-lioness, he joked sardonically: "See, the deities I serve are quite different than this Orthaniel. They don't care much for mercy and the sparing of the weak. In fact, they very much prefer bloodshed, so that's what I'm planning on doing if you don't take up our generous offer. We've all got to please our gods, don't we, miss?"
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Eric let out a deep, almost bestial growl. Angry, he kicked up some dust before coming closer to Nalah. Between his teeth, he spat: "we'll let you live if you give us your gold."
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Eric shook his head. Like Heckz, he replied, but far less emotional and in a more methodical manner. "She chose her fate. She tried to test her strength, but met a stronger foe and thus failed. If we let her walk away now, all pride she had will be lost. There is no honor in walking away from a fight, especially one she started. The only decent way out for her is in battle. I will finish this, Lawrence."
