Cryos

Woah, good stuff on Vindsval. That jawline could cut diamonds!

The dwarf fumed, "And if I bloody well think dat ye should kiss my voluptuous black dwarven a-" The dwarf aggressively twists on his helmet, turning to the bird, then back at the circle of light in front of him. "I'd be caught growin' witherstone roses before I end up bein' the 'last of the party'" Wrapping a cold fist around his cast iron hammer, he trudged into circle of light.

"Aye, I'll call yer what I want." The dwarf snorted at Magus, "I jist so 'appen ter want ter call you Magus." He pocketed his flask across his waist, taking a step forward. "As a dwarf who's served most 'is life as a combat general.." He directed his gaze at Terry, "..I should lead this troop." his eye shifted from Terry, to the bird, to the lass, finally resting on Kelim...and his axe. How did that human end up with a dwarven weapon.. His iron brow furrowing with the thought. Despite the tall man's personality, something told the dwarf not to trust him. "Dat is, unless anyone 'as a problem wi' it."

OOC: Good to be here, Asphalt. :) Muradin began to remove his helmet by the horns, standing squarely at the head of the troop, as it felt natural for a dwarf with his particular background. He examined the surroundings with his good eye, the other one milky,scarred,and useless. He looked to the moon, uncapped his flask and mumbled something, speaking to himself more than anyone; "Nigh jist waaat kind of task is dis anyway...." He began to turn over his shoulder to see just who said that, but the dwarf quickly decided against it, as he was met with bird crotch capturing his vision. He grumbled a curse under his breath and swiveled his head forward, speaking toward a wall instead," 'eroes are jist fables told ter laddies, laddie!" Muradin declared louder than the question was asked. He'd assumed it was the fidgety lad who refused to stop patting himself on the way out here. "Jist don't yisser drawers an' we'll be just gran'." he jived, putting the sullied bottle to his beard.

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.

A certain dwarf finds himself within the walls of these halls once again. His gait blurry and imprecise, he almost seemed to bounce with his jaunt. It was clear he was extremely inebriated. Leaning on a fixture he raises a pointed finger at the bartender. "'ey..wai-w-uh..." he looks to his shoulder as if consolidating someone else for the word he was loo- "WAITER!" A bartender behind the counter looks up at the drunk dwarf, a smile quickly turned to fear across their face. Pushing off from the fixture, Muradin begins swinging towards the bar. With some visually apparent difficulty he clambers himself atop the chair. With a hiccup he bangs his fist on the counter, "Gie me de best damn tin' you've-hic!-got." He seemed to shout a bit louder than the regular volume of the hall around him. The tender hurriedly disappeared behind a door, supposedly to get his drink. Content with himself, Muradin slumps back in the chair, his hands laying atop his cast iron stomach.

Thanks! Now I can join the cool kids club.

How does one go about linking to character stats in their signature? I knew how to do it when I rolled Baradock but I haven't been able to figure it out since I started playing again.

Wishing you a speedy recovery! use remedy u scrub, jk ily

Those figures bring me back, man.

Murdadin enters the bustling market, purchasing a Shovel for 10 gold and disappears into the crowd.

The dwarf slammed his final swig on the counter throwing his head back in laughter, his breath heavy and rank with ale. The potly dwarf swiveled on his seat and jumped down, swinging his mug as he paraded around the hall, his eye catching the quest board. A sane thought ran through his gargled mind to sign up for something. He signs under Quest 132: The Clans Under the Mountain his name tilting sprawling down into some of the other names on the sheet. Content with himself he jaunts out of the hall.

Great to see familiar faces also, and yeah! When Baradock left Heroica I had about 2 character ideas milling around in my mind, I gave the other one the axe (for lack of originality, ) and created Muradin and his stats page/picture replacing Baradock's but never got the time to make a Hall post. The other day I heard a song in my playlist I haven't listened to since I played before and it brought me back to check on the game, messed up and actually created the introduction, haha. Definitely good to be back though.

Didn't get a chance to come out the wood work yesterday and come into General Discussion, but my time has been freed up lately this month and i've had a chance to rejoin the game, and catch up reading some of the running quests. (Currently #131, good stuff there guys.) Didn't want to overtake the thread but this is me saying long time no see, hehe.

OOC: Good to be back. :) (Cryos) Muradin Falstad 47 year old male dwarf Level 1 Barbarian Health: 8/8 Power: 4 Gold: 10 Equipment: Granite Club (WP:3), Inventory: Potion, Mead Introduction The wooden doors scream as they are swung open, the mechanisms creating a resounding thud as the cool winds sweep over the room. A rather short, stocky figure made its way through as the entrance shut behind him. The hall was warm with inhabitants, the dwarf's broad shoulders relaxed with a sense of ease. The 'clinks and 'tinks of mead slammed against a table, the hearty laughs and the casual conversations. The cast iron dwarf's burly hands reached up for his helmet, horned and dented with an aura of rugged royalty, sliding it off placing it under his arm. Revealing a face bronze in tone sporting strong features and a hearty display of facial hair. A scar drew a line starting from his temple crossing into a milky eye. His functional one darting across the room, a snort escaping his nose, "So dis is de deadly 'eroica 'all, aye...?" 'he mumbled under his strong accent to himself and the faceless waistlines weaving in and out of his line of sight. He shouldered his way through the bodies, a taller bystander might only know his presence by disgruntled mumbles rippling through the atrium as they are pushed by a little man. His big nose leading him to the mead, climbing atop of a chair he sat at a counter where a well endowed woman that was easy to look at greeted him, the dwarf's demeanor had no choice but became more pleasant when faced with bosoms and beer. They exchanged words and he had asked for the strongest drink they had. The waitress' face lit up and she disappeared behind a door, presumably to retrieve the drink. His uppity mannerism disappeared also, as his brain began rummaging memories of his time before now. His brow lowered in thought, the room bustling around him. His arm crossed his chest as he reached for his neck removing a tattered cape, an indistinguishable crest cast along it. A mumble escaped his beard. "...Orrik protect dohs bastards." His eye perked up when he saw the waitress return with a mug too full for its own good, she hammered it on the table with a smile. A deep laugh began rumbling in the dwarf's throat, at the pitiful joke that was this mead. The waitress had already moved to help a group of heroes to their own serving as the dwarf pressed the weak drink to his beard. Any thoughts that were disturbing him had been washed down. In a clean swig and a healthy thud he brought the empty mug crashing down, for he was only getting started. "Another!"

Precisely! Thanks, now I can hurry and finish the banner.

Hey, where would one find the big Heroica RPG! Logo (Preferably with the alpha layer) that's at the top of most quest banners?

Welcome to the game! There are about three quests coming up so it shouldn't be long. Edit: Probably should've put this in General Discussion.

Interesting, but I can imagine some broken characters with that addition, The undying tank would be born-if you could get the right build and a competent healer. I feel it would make playing a class out of the barbarian branch a lot safer and provide less counter play.

First the sad guys with Zepher and now this! You get some kinda power trip from confusing people Kinto?

I've got the story elements, enemies and have sets and pictures going. If push comes to shove I can wing the battles set ups (They're not too epic so setting them up not hand picked should be fine.) It's about time I get this greasy pig out the oven anyway.