New Heroes Arise IC

[doghead]

Hoegor gets to his feet, scooping up his spear as he does so. He draws himself to his full height, plants the spear beside him, throws back his shoulders and strikes a might pose.

"I am Hoegor!

"You would call me a barbarian. A barbarian's mighty arms brawl without tiring, his rumbling belly drains oceans of mead without trace and his flashing eyes enchant the fairest maidens without mercy. His fierce demeanor cowers good upstanding townsfolk and his sparking wit irritates paladins. Yes, I would accept that honour. You may call me a barbarian."

Hoegor drops the pose and leans on his spear.

"But I would call myself a Vandal, a warrior of the Black Moon White Tree people."

 

[Thels]

Deirdre patiently waits for Hoegor to finish his introduction, before getting to her own feet, looking at the 'vandal' with her silvercolored eyes. "That's a rather lengthy introduction, just to say you're good at smashing heads in. You know, in order to be a barbarian, it is not a requirement to irritate all paladins. Nonetheless, you've been a great help so far.", she adds with a smirk.

 

[doghead]

Hoegor does his best imitation of a courtly bow.

"It has been my pleasure, Lady Silvereyes."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cel raises an eyebrow at Hoegor's display. "Quite." Oh my. How interesting. Cel considers for a moment. He still has very little idea what is going on, but judging by the... most unusual weather, it wasn't anything good. And this town was, like it or not, his place of residence until Mother decided otherwise or he decided to buck Mother.

Why not?

"My turn?" asks Cel, and after waiting a beat, he says "Well, I know a trick or two." Might as well tell them. It's far enough away that the news of it won't reach Mother for a while, and I'm tired of hiding. "A little flash, a little flame, that sort of thing." He waves his hand dismissively. "As for supplies," he says, pointing at the one alchemist's fire in the pile, "I've got quite a bit more of those."

 

[Pyrex]

"I be Beric, speaker for the trees who have lost their voice, and keeper of what power they grant me."

 

[doghead]

Hoegor turns to Jillian.

"I don't remember ever asking what it was that you did before you joined us?"

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Tealeaf : Halfling Rogue 2

As she turns she speaks under her breath.

"I don't recall telling you either..."

She smiles and thinks for a moment.

"I am a, er, wealth redistributionist."

She wonders if that is even a word.

 

[Pyrex]

"Now that we've all introduced ourselves, shouldn't we be gettin to work?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Sounds like a plan," says Cel, dropping his tobacco and extinguishing it with a boot. "First step, I think, would be for our resident wealth distributionist-" this he says without blinking- "to do something terminal to the lock on the iron door, trapping the beast inside."

 

[doghead]

As she turns she speaks under her breath.

"I don't recall telling you either..."

She smiles and thinks for a moment.

"I am a, er, wealth redistributionist."

She wonders if that is even a word.

Hoegor throws back his head and laughs. A moment later he wipes away the tears.

"Yes, lets get this done. So who wants what of this lot?"

Hoegor takes an Anti-toxin, CLW, Bulls Strength and a lastly Smokestick.


ooc: just take what you want , and we'll worry about allocation problems if they come up. If you don't take it in your next post, Hoegor will hand what remains back to Jillian for "redistribution".

ooc: Jemal, by my reconing it late evening and we were about to get some sleep. Getting some sleep and starting at daybreak would be Hoegor's suggestion, as we have been riding all day. But I thought that getting the thread moving might be the better ooc.