Waterbrick Down

Skrall looked up as En Sabeh Nur joined him. "Aye, it would appear so. But thus is life, I can't blaim that Shadeaux fellow, I'm not the first one that comes to mind when one thinks of sneakin'." The ogre chuckled, "Well there's still that Dozenhands fellow to be caught, perhaps we'll both score on that quest. So what do ya think of the lot that's assembled here over the past few weeks? Quite a spread if I do say so myself, some races I ain't even ever laid eyes on before. Did ya get a chance to meet that small fella...Dereka...no, no... De'Kra that's it, inquisitive lad ain't he? I tried explainin' to him the meanin' of romanticism. Ha! ya can guess how I butchered that one "

Skrall awoke after having dozed off for a while at the bar. He stretched and looked around noticing that the hall had once again grown rather quiet. He plodded down the stairs noticing two more quests had been removed. "Well that explains the lack of activity," the ogre thought to himself, "guess that only leaves thief catchin'." The ogre trudged back up the stairs and asked the barmaid if she had happened to have any goose feathers from the hall's previous meals. After securing a good number of gray goose feathers, the ogre sat himself down at a table and proceeded to repair the fletchings on the arrows from his quiver. Pausing for a brief moment, the ogre pulled out his ram horn pipe, lit its contents and continued on with his labors.

"Ah that explains a bit, though we have this species of tree spider where I come from where the female does eat the male not a pretty sight, especially with those spiders bein' bigger than a wagon wheel." The ogre shrugged, "As fer romanticism you're talkin' to the wrong ogre sonny. Sure I got a dam of my own back home, but we aren't always on speakin' terms. Last time I went home I got a cauldrun of boilin' stew flung over my head because I hadn't been back in months. As fer differences," Skrall scratched his head, "they're alot like stealin' a richman's purse. Wouldn't you agree rogue? Except instead of stealin' the coins out, you're puttin' 'em in. So let's say we have these two chickens here, the male chicken comes along and puts a coin in the female chicken's purse. Now here in Eubric if'n you've got two silver coins, those equal 1 gold coin. So now if our male chicken puts his silver coin in the female chicken's purse with her silver coin, out pops a gold coin. And just like with people here abouts, out pops a new human, or orc, or elf, or so on and so forth. The trick is that only the female chickens carry the purses." Skrall sat back hoping he had cleared up the confusion.

"Haldor? Chickens? What difference does the color make, they all taste the same to me," the ogre commented with a confused look on his face.

Skrall patted the shade's head, "Yes my small friend I am doing much better now, I just need some fresh air." Skrall turned to the rogue. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of meetin' yet, my name's Skrall I'd shake yar hand but I've all ready broken a few doin' that already," the ogre chuckled. At that moment the barmaid delivered Skrall's ale. "Thank you miss. Now De'Kra what's all this about chickens?"

Skrall walked back into the hall. He had decided he needed some fresh air and solitude after his last outburst, now refreshed but hungery he slowly turned back to Heroica Hall. As Skrall entered he noticed that the cave advertisment had been removed and another concenring eastern treasure tacked in its place. "Ah well, I probably would have hit ma head one two many times in that cave anyways," the ogre tought to himself. He read the description of the 8th quest and decided against it as it sounded more appropriate for his friend En Sabeh Nur to whom he would have to mention it later. Skrall entered the bar noticed an elven ranger and a norseman both turning as red as beets, he could only guess what was going on from the rumors and gossip that had been flying earlier. Skrall noticed the small shade De'Kra chatting with a rogue that he hadn't met. After ordering an ale from the barmaid Skrall approached the pair. "Afternoon my fine gentlemen, ya mind if I join ya?"

Pretty much my point exactly. Don't worry I'm sure there will be plenty of egotistical self-righteously motivated "evils" for Cronk to bash. It wouldn't be Heroica without Cronk's evil bashing

Well, as a player of a race that is typically part of the "bad guys" I can say: yes, playing as an identified "enemy" race is allowed and I would even encourage it to a point since it gives a good bit of variety to the game. The stat's part of previously encountered enemies really doesn't bear to much on one's individual character, for example the orc knight Cronk's stats are not based upon the "Orc Leader" character found in the Bestiary topic. Now of course one is free to give a backstory and all to one's character but some people may just choose to pick a random race and play it like there is no distinction at all between their race and someone elses. Part of this all goes into the debate of even the existence of "evil" races, but I don't think we all want to debate that

"Ah the Orcish Invasion, it was about 250 years ago the Ocrs came from the west and I can tell you there were many a troll and ogre among 'em or so I've been told. The orc kind has always taken pride in their strength and ferocity but then those feats of bravery turned into killings and soon into raids and then into an invasion of the eastern lands. They finally attained the old castle Fortaan, but were later routed by the warriors called "The Veterans". Those orcs that didn't escape ended up as slaves to those they had once invaded. The tables had flipped, and I sadly confess there was due cause," Skrall looked down at his empty tankard. "However the servitude later turned to an actual righteous feeling of inferiority, racial hatred, and oppression against all orc kind, even against those who had settled peacably into their own quiet lives. I remember my cousins being sold as galley slaves, villages bein' burned, dams seperated from their children, and rams forced to work on the forestin' crews of Waldurk in the dead of winter till they froze solid. All this because we were thought beasts! MONSTERS! ANIMALS! Only good at butcherin' other beings and bein' butchered ourselves!" Skrall stopped, he hadn't realized he was standining up and shouting at those around his table. The ogre took off his cap and mopped his brow and sat back down. "My apologies my friends, tis a very touchy subject for me. Thankfully from what the librarian has told me things are startin' to look more promisin' for my kind, and I'd thank ya kindly if you'd forgive my outburst. If you wish to know more about that section of history I would recommend payin' a visit to the library downstairs, or maybe chattin' with that knight Boomingham or whatever his name be. I've heard rumors that he was actually there during the war. I have yet to be on a quest yet, but my meager purse could do with some fillin' as well as my family's stomachs back home." Skrall nodded to the elf that had just joined their table and was probably wishing she hadn't. "My apologies fellow ranger, the name's Skrall, I'm a bowman from the south, from the looks of you it seems like you've returned from one of the quests, which one did you have the good fortune of fulfillin'?"

I don't think it's against the law to post it. Just make sure your numbers are right so you don't have to stick your foot in your mouth later I think it's a good talking point, but as I posted OOC in the hall it's I think it's more a matter of personal preference in terms of race at least, some of the veteren heroes may have good pointers on how the different classes play.

"No need to drink my little fellow, we shall feast on each other's conversation," Skrall chuckled. "As to the population of the hall, it's true that there are many elves and humans among us, I believe this is partially due to our present location. Of the many races that enhabit the land not many are sea travilin' folks, thus many humans and elves have found there way to this rock and established a thriving society of traders and merchants. Personally speaking of my own kind, we appreciate the forests and hill country of the south western lands and rarely take to sea of our own free will. Also, between you and me, I believe there is still some hot blood between the races that fought against each other durin' the Orcish Invasion. Most of the oppression and sufferin' against the orc kind has been abolished by law, but some resentment and stereotypin' I thinks still exists, even here and thus we're a little more leary 'bout dealin' outright with the other races. However that is the past and I'm glad to see a few of the other races coming to join the ranks of Heroica, as well as seeing some of the old ways of thinkin' being replaced by common decency. At least no ones tried poisoning any of my cows food yet " OOC to Tanma: Most people I think are more comfortable playing a human, or an elf, or even a dwarf because they are more relatable to the iconic characters found in the modern day media stream. Nothing wrong with that though, everybody just has a preference it would get boring if everybody was an orc or an elf or a hobbit.

Skrall awoke from his short nap, he stretched taking care not to knock anyone off of their seat. "Bar maid, I'll take a bowl of venison stew if you've got it," he chimed to the busy orc maid. As Skrall waited for his food he noticed the inquisitive stare of the small creature that had been sitting in the shadows surveying the room. "You there, imp, or dwarf, or what ever ya may be, would you like to join me for a bite to eat?"

"No problem at all, I must say I'm partial to me own bow as well, though I'd say it's pretty hard to come across one for my size anyways," Skrall chuckled. "This is Master Barur Tormek, one of the few clerics who have steeled themselves to enter this here hall. Barur and I met over some ...choppy waters... shall we say but have since come to a pretty good understandin' of each other." Skrall turned to Barur, "This Donny fellow sounds like a right handful, it's goin' to be a tough chase for whichever three adventurers are selected. Hopefully my years in the highway business will make themselves useful for a change, who knows he may even lead us to baggin' the whole wolf gang bunch, now wouldn't that be a catch!" Skrall trudged back up the stairs to the bar. "Driada Bay, hmmmm.... naw wasn't there..." Skrall mumbled to himself, he just couldn't put his finger on where he had seen the bar maid before. "No matter," he thought aloud and ordered a refreshing tankard of ale, before finding himself a table a little distance from a small figure resting in the shadows. Skrall laid back against a wall and listened to the drone of the stories and tales floating around him. After many long hard years he was beginning to enjoy the company of others, maybe the other races weren't so bad after all.

Skrall noticed that two new quests had been posted by two figures he wasn't able to identify. Heaving himself off of his bench, the ogre descended the stairs and joined his dark mage friend. "Good mornin' to ya En Sabeh Nur. It looks like someone's not too happy with the local pickpockets. As it appears they ain't up for rouges, I think I may take a crack at catchin' this thief myself." With that the ogre signed his name up for QUEST #6: Wanted Donny Dozenhands. "By the way what did you think of the rangers offer of 25 gold? If your wantin' to sell your bedroll or potion we can headover to the market place and do some business. Who knows we may even get a glance at this Donny Dozenhands in action."

So I'm somewhat confused are you a French elf then playing a conquistador who is not a conquistador?

After hearing Xander's story Skrall noted "Yes, there's nothing like battlin' with a weapon ya made with yar own two hands." Turning to his compatriot En Sabeh Nur, "You know friend I think I've got it figured out. I'm in need of some supplies so I could offer to buy off of you that bedroll of yours for, shall we say 10 gold and then you could trade your old blade in at the armorer's for a price of 15 gold and poof, there you are with 30 gold, just enough to get that there wolf toothed sticker." Skrall may have been no use at reading but he did have a way with numbers after his many years of separating people from there surplus. Skrall looked up as the barbarian with the pole-axe approached the group at his table. "Hail to you as well, my good sir and I thank ya for the refreshments." Skrall adjusted his bow strap on his back to let the barbarian squeeze by. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet. The name's Skrall," the ogre doffed his cap and replaced it on his head. "I'm a bowman by training but I enjoy a man who can lift his own metal. What brings ya to these here parts?"

"Ya' know friend," Skrall commented to En Sabeh Nur, "speakin' of daggers I heard that one-eyed ranger over there was lookin' at sellin' his wolf's tooth blade if yar interested."

"Aye, it amazes me how many of the rogues around here act more like well to do knights and such, but ah well perhaps tis all for the best. If I don't want people yellin' monster every time I walk through the door then I guess the least I can do is accept a noble rouge once in a while," Skrall waved the barmaid over and ordered a leg of mutton. "So my good chap how came you by such a stout weapon as that there hammer? And what realm was it ya say ya hailed from?"

"Well met Xander, the name's Skrall, no fancy shmancy title or what have ya, just Skrall plain and simple." Skrall proceeded to pull out his ram horn pipe and light its sour smelling contents. He puffed a few draughts on his pipe and again adressed the barbarian. "I'm a highway-ogre by trade, you know the bit "Steal from the rich an' give to the poor orc folk!" and all that. I come from the southern lands, the youngest amoung my siblin's. We grew up all ways fleein' from the oppression that people down there had 'gainst my kind. Well my older brothers joined the wacked out Orc Liberation political movement, an' my other siblin's are attendin' some university takin' night classes. So I decided to do my part and provide for the family by removin' more priviledged folks from some of there surplus shall we say. To keep a long story short though, the highway business has slowed down and so here I am to try and earn an honest livin' by heroin'."

"I agree with ya En Sabah Nur, it would be handy to have one of those experienced chaps around, but I wouldn't want too many of 'em, just enough to give us an edge. Take that elf Rufindel or what ever his name is. Now I'm not much one for elves but he had a look of a born leader 'bout him. I'm sure his party is doing just fine right 'bout now." Skrall noticed his friend's gaze at the female barbarian. "Careful mate, I'd tread lightly 'round that one if I were you, my bet is she could fell a fully armored ogre with that there chopper of hers." Skrall ordered a tankard of ale from the barmaid. He noted a familiar head coming through the hall's doorway, it was the barbarian with the giant hammer. Skrall watched as the barbarian afixed his name to the new quests. "You there my good fella. Why don't you pull up a bench and join us," Skrall hollered down from the bar area. He was in a good mood, at last he'd be able to refresh his measly purse and still have enough even to send home, perhaps the future was looking bright after all.

An aura of excitement seemed to pervade Heroica Hall as Skrall the ex-highwayogre entered, doing his best not to knock his head on the door frame as he had several times previous. "Looks like some of the lot from the farm have returned," Skrall thought to himself after noticing the ranger he had heard called Bartholomew and the cleric Thomas. As Skrall passed the quest board he noticed that two new notices had been posted. After pondering for a little bit on the nature of the quests Skrall pain stakingly scrawled his name under both Quest #4: Taming the Lions and Quest #5: Cave Sounds in hopes that he might be able to secure a position with at least one of the parties. Skrall trudged up the stairs to the bar and did his best to find a seat. He scooted past the group that had gathered around the one-eyed ranger taking care not to skewer himself upon a newcomers pole-axe. He noticed the dark mage En Sabah Nur and invited him over for a drink. "Well my friend, it seems like the time to prove our mettle is fast approachin'. By the way, I heard you got in to a bit of a scrap involving some local lowlife, I can see yar still alive and kickin'. I take it your accosters weren't so lucky?"

Thanks Hinckley for the feedback, I'll have to work on my scum line a little more though I'm a true townie at heart and miss the in the dark collaborative feel that only vanilla's get to enjoy Now that I know more about trackers a change of role claims would have made sense, I just felt I could pull of a reporter's night actions if I had survived the lynch rather than a role I couldn't follow through with I'm not sure if you may be confusing Cornelius's proxy with someone else, but he did vote Ruxana instead of me on Day 3. I do want to say a congratulations to def for running our Russian Mafia, there were some pretty hard times especially on Day 3, but up until then you lead us pretty strong. Jim B, good game to you as well, even though I had to trail you out on a line. Hopefully next time we can work on the same side. Out of curiousity Tamamono, what were your thoughts on my last statements about Pandora? I sent that message to 3 other people with different conclusions hoping it may cause some suspicions to be drummed up against her. Then I found out about our opportunity to merge with the Baritones and then she was converted Thank goodness most of the people I had contacted were pretty much dead by that point or that could have really backfired

Wow, what a game! From the time I was convicted I thought it was over for the mafia seeing as how Dimitri and Def were brought under the gun the very next day. I've still got to read through all the posts in the conclusion again, but I'm in between classes at the moment so I'm skimming. Great game Hinck, I'm townie biased myself so I can't imagine the frustration you and all the other killed townies had to be feeling these last few days. Dragonator surviving two lynches, that was epic

Reading the midday kill, I was getting a strange sense of deja vu reminiscent of the conclusion of the last mafia school

"Explain to me how there are two full moons three days apart?" Somehow even days without convictions you still manage to eke out the humor Hinckley Can't wait for the next day