Khorne
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On mobile (at least on my iPhone) it never even shows Comic Sans, the default is always some script font with swirly letters. Morale of the story: never use Comic Sans. Ever.
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"So basically, what you're saying is: Ennon didn't care about his people, so one of his underlings took it upon himself to care. And because he cared, he wasn't sent to damnation, only barely", Eric stated dryly. His demeanor had turned cold, icy even. He was filled with contempt and disdain for these people and its "protector". He scowled slightly and shook his head. "Then you claim my gods are cruel and barbaric. At least they give a damn about their creations." "Sleep with the dogs, priest, and you'll catch their fleas. I don't need some poor man's blessing," Eric spat and then motioned Sarge to follow him, "let's go Jon, we've got more important places to be."
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Eric surveyed the derelict place and the souls it harbored with a demeaning look of contempt. With only half an ear he was following the priest's welcome. "Angel Ophaniel? Can't say I ever heard of him," Eric scoffed. "Are these wretched beings truly so forlorn not even the gods give a shit about them any more? Is that why they send an angel, some deity's errand boy, to 'protect' these people." The Nord shook his head. These people's demeanor sickened him. Instead of trying to get out of their run-down situation they just sat here, doing nothing, accepting their miserable lot. They put their last hopes in the gods, who seemingly couldn't care less. Eric rolled his eyes. He didn't quite fully understand the relation of an 'angel' to a 'god' for the concept was alien to him. Still, he had some notions and in his mind an angel was nothing but a wannabe god. A failure. Not good enough to be the real thing. Sorry cases. Eric raised an eyebrow at the man's statement, but decided it'd be best to keep his mouth shut. The Heroes' needed a good reputation in Salmanda. Again, he shook his head and snarled. "The man is right," Eric mused, "all he has are indeed his clothes. If he had a spine, then he might've made a fortune here." Finally, Eric opened his mouth and spoke, bringing forth only a few words, said in a bitter tone: "Ain't these a sorry lot, priest." "They might as well crawl into a gutter and die."
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"I'll stick with old Jon here for now, seeing as we're probably going to check out the Souk next. Who knows what folk are there at night, if it might come to bashing skulls, it's better to be with two", Eric said. "Besides, I doubt I can be of much assistance to you in dealing with the Rhino situation." The Nord grinned and shrugged. "I'm just not that much of a diplomat like you are" Eric follows Sarge to the Sanctuary first.
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Eric shrugged and replied in his usual arrogant way. "Meh, I wouldn't really call most of Heroica competition. Lots of idiots and screw-ups among them." The Nord then noticed Sarge signaling him to leave. With a wide grin, he nodded towards the Werelioness. "See you around, kitty-kat." Eric then followed Sarge as they left the district. A look of disappointment came to Eric's face, he really wanted to hit the beach now. Eric sighed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go find that pious runaway bitch."
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Eric grinned. "I can handle claws and scratches. Don't you worry." "Ja, tell me about it. It seems like you can't do anything in this town without some influence. Haven't you considered going to Eubric in your search for adventure? They hire about anyone looking for a job or adventure over at Heroica, no influence needed or anything. Easy money there. Lazy bums and weaklings in Eubric, so they rely on warriors such as myself to do their work for them."
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The Nord raised an eyebrow in acted disbelief. Faking surprise or shock, he mouthed the word 'wow' and then pointed his thumb at the Black Knight. "He's part of the what now? The Rainbow Knights?", Eric chuckled at the silly name, "He doesn't look that threatening to me. Especially with that pink banner. Anyway." Eric proceeded to take Nalah's extended paw in his hand and kissed it. "Eric. Eric of the North", he introduced himself. He paused briefly and with a cheeky, but smug smile, he added: "Sirenslayer. Because what the point in killing them, if you can't brag about it later?", Eric laughed and winked. "No surname for me." "So, fame and glory is what you seek here, eh? Can't say we're very different then, you and me. Except for that gorgeous pelt covering your body and that red mane, of course." The Nord subtly ran a strand of the Werelioness' red mane through his fingers. The man had a weakness for redheads, be they Human or Werelion. He quickly let go, though. Now wasn't the time to do stupid things. "Are all of your friends in Salmanda Werelions, like yourself?", Eric asked trying a to steer towards a neutral topic of conversation. Periwinkle tugged Heckz sleeve to get his attention, then pointed towards a green blob in the distance. "Isn't that one of those Farfaraway-ians we're looking for?"
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"Sheesh, you drive a hard bargain, friend," Eric said, while raising his eyebrows at the innkeeper's refusal to drop prices. He gave the Sun-Elf a short, but stern look, before slowly breaking into a slight chuckle. "We're all try to earn some gold here, I guess." The Nord tapped the side of his nose and winked at the bartender. "The Venomari Cult, eh? Yeah, some shitty Dwarf named Throlar told me that story." Eric then chipped in 16 Gold to Sarge's coin and raised his fresh Mead in praise of the old man. With a look of child-like amusement on his face, he watched Sarge ramble against the green man. Eric laughed and then turned his attention to the Were-Lioness that was also standing at the bar. "He sure puts the black in Black Knight, doesn't he?" Eric said, while nodding towards the two card players, indicating the Black Knight. A wide grin came to Eric's face as he then burst into laughter over his own joke. Soon, his cool attitude returned and his icy eyes sought out those of the Lioness. "What brings you to Salmanda, kitty-kat?" "Thank you, kind sir" Peri said, very much sarcastically when Heckz handed her some sand. She promptly tossed it away, giving the Sorceror an angry glare.
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Heroica RPG - Expert Job Class Discussion
Khorne replied to LEGOman273's topic in The Heroica Archive
It's a never ending circle... I thought you had access to the class as soon as you earned 10000 gold, not that you needed to have 10k on you all the time. But in second thought, I does make more sense that you need to have 10k on you all the time. Would make kind of a sad Aristocrat if you only had 50g in total . -
Heroica RPG - Expert Job Class Discussion
Khorne replied to LEGOman273's topic in The Heroica Archive
If you already have 10000 Gold, I think losing 50G isn't really a biggie . Amp it up! Increase the risk. Like playing on the stocks market or something. Instead of 50G, you lose 10% of your gold. You can win tons of money with this class, or lose shitloads of it . -
Eric stood with his back against the bar, his elbows leaning on the top. He surveyed the inn and its guest while casually speaking with the bartender, every now and then turning his head towards the Sun-Elf to acknowledge his presence in the conversation. "Meh, I'll sleep when I'm dead," Eric jokingly said and then waved away his statement with his hand, "or later tonight, you know. I'll where I end up. I still have the beach to check out. Plenty of stuff to see there, so I've heard" Eric smirked. He noticed the weird green creature playing cards and vaguely remembered seeing a similar specimen some time earlier. Eric couldn't quite recall what the deals was with these weirdos and frankly he just couldn't care less. His shoulders were broad, but he had no intention of carrying the world's burden on them, whatsoever. The Nord was in the game of life mainly for himself. When Eric picked up that the green creature was looking for someone to play cards with, the Nord spun around quickly. Decamon wasn't his game. He licked his lips and drummed on the bar with his hands. "Can you pour me a Mead? I only have a measly 16 Gold on me, though..." Eric tried to look as doe-eyed and harmful as possible to convince the bartender. 4 Gold saved here is another step towards greater wealth. "Also, got any sweet rumors? Perhaps even some nasty stories about these 'Sisters' that have been popping up all over town?"
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"Fine, I'll keep it out of it, mr. Big-Mouth Wizard" Periwinkle does nothing from the back row. "Right, I'll just go ahead and scout out the bar already", Eric smirked, as the other Heroes went their ways.
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"Yeah, sure, fine with me", Eric replied. His mind was already on the half-naked girls at the Resort, so any plan that ended up with him on the beach sounded perfect.
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A look of both fake surprise and astonishment, coupled with mockery, came to Eric's face at the Rhinotaur's suggestion. He snorted. "Hire you? You misunderstood. Jon here," Eric nodded towards Sarge, "merely wanted to know if you were up for a drink. See, we're not spending 500 gold to hire someone we don't need and whose job we are most likely better at ourselves." The Nord then smugly smirked and continued: "We will, however, help you deal with the missus, because we're just that nice." To finish the conversation with Rex, Eric remembered Sarge telling him perhaps five minutes ago to be friendly, so the Nord put on his fake wide smile again and turned around. To his party members he said: "His wife is probably in the Holy District, or whatever it's called. I saw one of his kind walking around there when the talking prawns were arguing."
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Eric growled at Sarge's nudge, but then flashed a wide, yet completely fake, smile at Rex as well.
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Eric raised an eyebrow in mockery of the Rhinotaur's boasts. "The Cabbage Cult, eh? Wow, color me impressed. It takes guts to take on cabbages. Kind of weird that you, as the 'One Man Heroica' ", Eric rolled his eyes as he pronounced the nickname, "couldn't handle the Sirens." The lights in the Nord's eyes flickered mischievously and he rolled his shoulders. With a cocky smirk he casually added: "They weren't really that much of a challenge to take out."
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Eric makes a mental note, muttering the name "Emmeline" as he does so. He'd have to look into that, when he had some idle time on his hands. Eric then followed the party to the docks. Eric scoffed at the Rhinotaur's boast. "You're the mightiest mercenary on Olegard? What makes you think that?"
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Yay, Endgame is back! Glad to hear you're okay!
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Eric equalled Sarge's smile with a sly grin of himself. He took the added 'yet' at the end of Sarge's sentence as some sort of challenge, even though it's nothing but a word people often use when talking and referring to time in general. "So, this specific daughter of yours has a name?" After Sarge answered Eric's question, the Nord turned his attention to the Locustoids. He didn't really pay much attention to their story, since he had already guessed beforehand that they had indeed lost the key. Eric raised an eyebrow however when they described Amenra Beach. "Half-naked girls at the beach, you say? Maybe one of them took the key?", Eric said working up a mischievous smile, "Lucky for you, I'm a connaisseur when it comes to observing and closely inspecting said half-naked girls. Else...", the Nord nodded towards his companions, "in case, they didn't take your key: these men are excellent at finding things. Considering their respected high age, they have lost and found many things in life. Their skill is nigh unparalleled." Eric did what he was good at. He bragged and let his silver tongue speak. "So, what do you say? We can help you locate this lost key of yours. We were heading to Amenra more sooner than later, anyway." He then turned to Boomingham and Sarge and spoke in a hushed tone, indiscernible to the Locustoids: "Perhaps we might need the boy Sorceror for this. Don't folk like him have some magical touch to find and take gold, thus metal?" The Nord then turned back to the scientists, putting on a wide smile, baring his teeth.
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So, umm, is Lind Whisperer officially Throlar's first Heroica friend now?
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OOC: Do I control Peri outside of battle, too? "Hmm, what?", Eric reacted, faking surprise and childishly pretending not to know what he just said or what the Locustoid was referring to. "Called it.", Eric triumphantly stated, his usual grin widening. "Any idea where you might've lost it?"
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Eric grinned when Sarge mentioned his sea-roaming daughter. "I'm sure I would like her. She's one of the none married ones, right?", he queried as his grin slid into a sneaky smile. His smile faded, however, when Sarge asked for Eric's relatives. For a second, Eric seemed confused. The Nord couldn't recall talking about his sister to anyone. Then again, Babeleth was some time ago. His answer to Sarge was short and said in a somewhat annoyed and aggressive tone, coated with a hint of sadness indicating that Eric's separation from his relatives hurted the man. "Adoptive sister. Norra. With her skills, she's probably our father's heir now, with me being gone. I also had an older brother, Lod. He died." Eric quickly changed the subject by jerking his head towards the Locustoids. "Look at the prawns arguing. If I was a betting man, I'd wager they lost the key."
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"I'm not one to turn away from a good story, but I rather have it told or played out than having to read it. I can read, though, and I read plenty back in the North. I haven't really read much since I left home. Your letters look funny to me, I prefer our runes." He then laughed at Sarge's comment. "Bloody hell, Sarge! How many of those younglings have you got roaming Olegard?"
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So you can use colors without typing the hex code? How does that work? Do you just type [ color=Deepskyblue ] (without the spaces)? Re: #130, Amenra is also the name of a great Belgian metal band. Very dark and doomy music. I might be mistaken, but I don't think it's quite your type of music, Sandy. Still, I like the name being used here for a beach resort, even though its probably a coincidence . The contrast between a sunny beach resort and Amenra's image and music is plain awesome and funny .
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"Not a problem, Sorceror. Don't worry, I'm not after that book. I'm the kind of guy that prefers to learn by doing instead of reading a book about it.", Eric winked.