Khorne

Sorry for not posting yesterday. The weather was just too good and in the wake of Tour of Flanders, I went on an unexpected cycling trip myself Eric grunted at his misfortune, but a sly smile soon came to his face. He felt encouraged by the mead and was ready to strike again. "Why do we do with her?", he shouted at Boomingham, whilst nodding towards Aunt Zarissa. "I only got one Phoenix Essence, it'd be a shame to use it already." Eric attacks the Flock of Albatrosses first, then strikes at Siren Songstress B, both from the front row. Periwinkle repeats Front party battle order Boomingham Eric Peri

I have to say CMP, I'm loving #129 already . So cool to have the Heroes go back to Jolly Roger's Grotto.

Eric rolled his eyes at Peri's ineffectiveness. As he glanced over his shoulder and saw the other party deal more damage, Eric grunted. He gritted his teeth in sheer jealousy and looked back once more. Eric was reluctant to dive into his supply of consumables this early in a mission, but his jealousy of the other party got the better of him. The Nord took out one of his Meads, hoping it'd help him hit even harder. To Peri he teasingly shouted: "By Helvetia, woman, when have you became so soft? You used to be a harder hitter. This Danab stuff hasn't really done much good, has it?" He grinned and lunged forward at the Sirens. Eric drinks a Mead, then attacks Siren Temptress A from the front row. Peri jabs at the Seagulls from the back row. Front party battle order Boomingham Eric Peri

OOC: I don't really have any idea on what strategy to follow here, so any input you guys have would be nice . For an instant Eric was smitten by the barbaric and outlandish beauty of the Sirens, but he quickly got a hold of himself and prepared for battle. Eric uses Smelling Salts, then attacks the Flock of Albatross from the front row, using Conspirator. Meanwhile, Peri was unsure what to do in the fight and just started cautiously jabbing Serope with the end of her broom. Peri attacks Serope from the back row Front party battle order Eric Boomingham attacks Siren Songstress A (if Zepher hasn't returned on time to post an action himself) Zarissa attacks Siren Temptress B (if Zepher hasn't returned on time to post an action himself) Peri

Ooooh, I'd obviously be down for that . I'd love to expand upon Värtland. I have like a ton of background stuff that I want to pour into quest, but I just never seem to get it done . Planning and making time to QM is really the hardest part for me, sadly. Set building would be okay, I think. I have amassed lots of brown bricks and suitable Viking torsos in anticipation of my own hypothetical "Värtland" Quest . So yes, I'd totally be down for Värtland quests . Yeah, he's been mentioned, but not a lot. One of the Nôrn spoke of him once. He's the guy that drove them away from their homeland. I think I also mentioned him or alluded to him in my Polkung quest, but I'm not sure anymore . EDIT: If anyone wants to hear some of the general background stuff I've got for Värtland (some stuff me and Scorpiox made as background for our PC's), I'm always willing to share with possible future QM's. It's not that any of my stuff is written in stone and you can still pretty much do with the continent as you'd like in a way, but you know, I can share in case of interest .

OOC: So I guess no binge drinking with the nuns then "I'll protect the helm (front), I'm not a man to stay in the rear", Eric proudly and quite boatfully exclaimed for all to hear while pushing some people away as he strode forward. In preparation o the coming skirmish, he uncorked one of his Meads and drank it whole.

Eric grunted and shook his head in disdain for the fishman's superstitions. Sadly, even many of his countryfolk believed the same story. The legend that women aboard a sea vessel brought bad luck. The Nord sneered at the very thought. "Fools..." He thought of home. The wind-blasted Howling Isles with its rare stone keeps, wooden ships and iron folk, men and women alike. He grinned as he reminisced how he and his half-sister raided together many times, taking to the seas in their dragonships. He thought of how Norra now probably led the raids and attacks herself, in Eric's absence and their father's old age. Eric knew better than to look down upon women at sea, for he had witnessed their merit a doze times. His whole clan knew their worth. Clan Njorrling, progenies of the ancient Njordon himself according to legend, all sea-masters and renowned beast hunters. Only fools would think women had no place on a ship, but the world had plenty of fools in it. Eric snorted and pushed the thoughts back. "Let's outpace these Sisters", he answered Boomingham quite self-assured.

Good ol' Photoshop . I simply added your photo into the same background I used. I liked the mountains and the fog I added, so I thought "Why the heck not?". Ta-da Pick you poison, Asphalt .

Wow! Great version, too . I like the combos even better than mine. I do very much like my "hand forward in eerie fashion"-pose, which I miss here . I'll Photoshop it too tommorow, because it's just too great a picture to pass up on. There's even the obligatory skull, which I forgot to include . Nice work. EDIT: Just my 2 cents, but I think your need for borrowed weapons stems from your "racing" from level 1 to 15 with the Medal of Glory. Most players do that gradually and take time to buy upgrade, tune and refine their weapons and armor. Their equipment "levels" with them, so to speak. I know I spent a TON of money on Godricsleif, upgrading it WP and buying and inserting gems. I don't think I've ever even had to borrow stuff, because I have a solid core of equipment that goes way back. It's definitely your right to claim your part of the loot, I'm not arguing there. Honestly, it's good of you to be willing to discuss this with the rest of your party instead of just saying "this is all mine. Don't like it? Tough luck". It's just that the "I always have to rely on other player's stuff" is kind of a silly argument to me. It's mainly your "fault" that you don't have any "decent" stuff at this time. I think. Like I said, just my 2 cents. I could be way off, but I believe your lack of proper equipment stems from that: going through the first levels waaaay too fast without having earned enough money to keep your gear as good as your character.

As requested, Asphalt, Wartan on a crossroads. I made two versions: One with a golden horned helmet, for that royal deity touch : And one with a regular Dwarf helmet: I also added in his "fiery" (aka blind) eyes and mysterious fog .

"I'm not the kind of man to throw away a dented blade.", Eric smugly said, obviously and quite purposefully missing the point of what Peri was trying to say. He didn't even bother to reply to her accusation that he never took care of women. He'd known plenty of women for who the Nord deeply cared. Losing them hadn't always been his own fault. Often, but not always. Eric reminisced shortly of Mariel, the barmaid working at the Merry Mermaid. He grinned and was reassured that he definitely knew had to take care of women. With that, he followed Boomingham and the nun to the cabin. As the old knight yelled 'onward and upward', Eric took a peek at the skies, but saw nothing there safe for some clouds. He shrugged.

I'll see what I can whip up . I drew the deity with Gimli's helmet, but I don't actually have one myself . I'll use one of those Fantasy Era Dwarf helmets instead. That has been discussed, but I don't believe there was a ruling on it . For a second character you need 15 Quests in total, including Fields of Glory-trips, OR have hosted 5 Quests. Veteran classes require 10 Quests excluding FoG-trips. That's how I think the rules are.

The usually slick Nord was largely at a loss of words and uncertain how to handle this current predicament. Nevertheless, he never dropped the friendly, yet somewhat cool and aloof, image he was weaving in front of the Sisters. "Peri, Peri, my sweet Peri...", Eric scratched his stubbly chin, "You managed fine in the end, didn't you? I did get you out of Babeleth and gave you a new change to start all over." The Nord grew cockier as he continued speaking, rekindling some of his usual arrogance. "One could say if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't even be on this boat. You'd still be that pale she-male's doormat back in Vega. I gave you freedom." Eric chuckled. He turned to the nun, his eyes blazing with intent. "Is that a challenge, I hear, nun?" A short display of disappointment crossed Eric's face. He put on a mocking pout to show his "hurt", he liked Periwinkle more when she was a Harlot. Then a thought shot through his mind and unconsciously he raised an eyebrow: Did he even like Periwinkle in the first place? She never really did anything more than whine... She was good-looking, though.

For his gorgeous eyes and my sublime roleplaying, obviously, duuh . So Periwinkle was a part of the Sisters all along when you thought up this Quest or did you just happen to put her in, because Eric is part of the Party?

Holy shit, I did not see this one coming . For real, I never thought I'd see Periwinkle again (at least not like this). I'm very eager to see how this will play out. There's goes Eric's hope of mingling with the Sisters .

When he heard the familiar voice Eric's eyes widened and for a split-second the Nord lost his cool and arrogant stature as his face went pale. He did his utmost best to hide this from the party and very quickly regained his usual aloof posture. Calmly, he greeted the young novice, after a slight cough. "Ahum. Periwinkle, my dear. How are you doing? Seeing you here, it's...such a sight to behold... A true feast for my eyes", Eric slyly said. Eric moved somewhat closer to Boomingham and answered the old king's question in a hushed voice once more. "Remember in the Hall when I said I met someone in Babeleth? Boomingham, meet Periwinkle..."

Eric strolled casually into the Eubric harbor, his hand resting on the mighty sword Conspiracy. He looked around and took in every scent and sight of the place. The view of majestic cogs and boats and the salty smell of the sea, even the smell of rotting fish. He loved the harbor district, it always brought back memories of his time as a roamer of the great seas. The Nord saw that half of the party had already arrived and was chatting with the Sisters. He quickly scanned the pious group and was disappointed that they al seemed quite old. Not wanting to give away too much of himself, the Nord decided it was probably best not to stir up things at once and lay low for the time being. As he approached he nodded a kind greeting towards Boomingham. Towards the sisters he put on a sheepish, cheeky grin and eyed them playfully. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the Sisters one at a time greeting them in a friendly voice. "Greetings dear Sisters of Danab. I'm Eric. Of the North. I have no fancy titles, I let my actions speak for me." With an inquisitive, but still quite friendly and above all playful look, the Nord queried: "Forgive me if I am rude, but how old is 'old'? Is your order exclusively for those who are ... experienced in life? Eric eyed the Merry Woman, but said nothing of it. She could use some more merriment, though. He grinned softly. "Queasy on the seas? But, my dear Sister: the seas are freedom! I enjoy little more than spending my time at sea." "Who might that be, if I may ask?" Eric nodded in acknowledgement. "Aye, I know the Sorceror. As I said, a bit quirky, but alright overall." The Nord shrugged and then grinned widely. Softly he spoke to Boomingham, so only he could hear. "Lawrence, my friend. Don't we all put on a show for the ladies? They are one of the joys of life and worth putting up a show for." Eric winked. OOC: Pyro said I could control Sarge for now, so this is me checking in for Pyro Lastly, Sarge hobbled up to the party. As soon as he had reached his destination, the old-timer started coughing heavily. Despite that, he stubbornly decided to finish up his cigar before tossing its remnant on the ground. He tried blowing some smoke in the air, but started coughing again before fully having released all of the smoke. He snorted and simply nodded as greeting, muttering a coarse, barely audible, welcome to all there.

Before departing on a new quest, Eric strolls into the marketplace and buys one Phoenix Essence. He has 223 gold left.

Gaaah, stupid BBcode, embed the YouTube movie already In all seriousness, that is a nice deal you got there. Gems are normally 100g each and right now there is no steady supply of them which, in theory, should mean even steeper prices. Also, a Diamond is very useful, so yeah, great deal .

Comparing Sycamore's picture in the family tree with the character's portrayal in #125, I think it's clear that Ziegfried Force Ghosts show the deceased as they were before they fell to the Dark Side (of Magic) .

I think it's simply held on by the clip that's on the samurai helmet . The antler's made me think of Robert Baratheon's armor: Let's hope Hoke doesn't have a "hunting accident" as well . EDIT: RE #122: Eeeeeeeew . You live up to your title, Kintobor .

Eric grinned as he saw the old man. A friend who shared Eric's love for the finer things in life: coin, women and themselves. "Were else would you expect me to be? This is the only place that serves free ale," the Nord chuckled. He then nodded affirmatively on Sarge's question. "Killing is what I do." "You poor soul, you", Eric said in a joking way. He was being sarcastic, but in his usual spiteful way. The Nord rolled his eyes at the Dwarf and decided it was best to ignore him for now. With that he got up and went to check the Questboard. Eric was happy to find out he was among those chosen to protect the Sisters of Danab. He bade farewell to Hybros and left the Hall. "Who knew I'd go out and protect the Sisters, all for an Apple?", he mused. Grinning widely, he hit the streets of Eubric.

Eric splurted out some of his ale when Hybros mentioned Guts wanted to be king. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head in disbelief. "The angry bald guy? King of Eubric? Right, over my dead bod, that is." The Nord emptied the rest of his cup and continued. "No way I'll ever bow to that guy." "Perhaps I got a wrong picture of the man", Eric shrugged, but inside he knew he was right. "He seemed like the type of guy that always needs to be right when I quested with him. Even when he was dead wrong. No value for anyone else's opinion." Eric then followed both Hybros and Boomingham to the bar, where Heckz already was. "What's the problem, Sorceror? Still mad about that shirt the Dwarf ruined?"

"It wasn't a mistake. If it had been solely for me, he wouldn't have died. Like I said though, I was part of the group that killed him, but his blood isn't on my hands. I stood up for the man, his ideas... His death came at the hands of that old, bald guy, Guts, if I recall correctly. Could've been the Elf woman, too: Nerwen, I believe?." "Reno had taken the position of his brother, them being identical twins and all. Not even Nemo's wife had any clue of the scheme. We freed Nemo and confronted him with Reno. It turned bloody." "Now, Reno's dead and Nemo's fully at the helm of the Bonaparte family again. The ideas Reno had still live on, but I doubt they'll amount to more than just dreams now, with him gone. No one there to step up in his place." Eric laughed as Lawrence told of his own experiences with Throlar. "The boy mage, you mean that dandy Sorceror, Heckz?", Eric chuckled, "He's quite eccentric and somewhat daft at times, but he's alright by me, that one." "Concerning the lady folk, all I can say is: it helps having a heart of gold," he grinned wolfishly at his own joke and took another sip of his mead. "How have you fared lately? It's been a long time since I last saw you too."

Eric's face turned somewhat somber when the Imp mentioned he had regained his people. The Nord was still a long way from ever being re-united with his kin, if that was even possible anymore... He patted the little Imp on its back. "We all make mistakes. It's best not to dwel on them for too long. Life's too short to only contemplate the things we've done wrong." The Nord's face cleared fast and his familiar smug grin returned. "I quit the business for some time. After I was part in the murder of Reno, I needed some time away from Heroica. I met a waitress named Mariel at the Merry Mermaid. Not the brightest of stars around, but she's nice. She let me stay at her place. I still sleep there whenever I'm in Eubric." Eric stared in his empty cup. "She used to be Reno's gall." He shrugged. "I look after her, I owe it to the man." The Nord ordered and new mead which he chugged at once. "Anyway, after that, I had to deal with some business at the graveyard here in Eubric. Some messed-up necromancer chick. I met the most annoying of Dwarfs on that Quest. By Torrik, I've known many Dwarfs in my life, but I have never known such as Throlar. Althior was an okay guy. A bit gloomy, perhaps, but alright..." "The three of us then ventured into the Babeleth Darklands, together with several other heroes. Not much to say about it, really. Shitty country, ugly people. Eventually the Quest got botched and the Tower destroyed. I picked up a lass there: Periwinkle. Cute girl, real pretty, but by the gods, that mouth. Seriously, I'd rather have my ears frozen off than having to listen to that girl all day long. We parted ways. I think she's still around somewhere in Eubric. Maybe the Hovels, who knows?" The Nord grinned as he took a sip from another fresh tankard of ale. "I got what I wanted. She got a fresh start here, which is what she wanted. Win-win, if you ask me." "I just finished delivering some magic items to the Paladin Order here in Eubric. Killed some people, got some loot. Regular job. The Dwarf I was talking about earlier, Throlar, he was on that Quest, too." Eric shook his head. "I'm glad to be able to talk to a sane person for once."