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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3701148" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Turn 7: Run-run-RUN-runaway.</p><p></p><p>The Professor’s torch guides the way, the tracks bank hard right, the cart skitters round the corner, the wheels squealing- complaining.</p><p></p><p>The track ahead flattens out, the cart slows, creeps forward.</p><p></p><p>Then onto a slight incline- scuttles on down.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly the cart breaks into a passage, a junction, light and space either side.</p><p></p><p>It trundles through; a Dwarven Zombie miner watches it past, waving.</p><p></p><p>“Brains.”</p><p></p><p>The Zombie shuffle-runs after the cart, others join it- in hot pursuit, well- sort of.</p><p></p><p>“Madam, if you’d like to just change places, I think we’ve garnered several followers.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie shuffles past The Professor, to the back of the cart, Heckler at the ready. At that exact moment the cart takes another hard right, The Professor is thrown sideways, crashes into the side of the cart, winded.</p><p></p><p>BOOM</p><p></p><p>Off-balance the shot merely brings down part of the ceiling.</p><p></p><p>The Professor’s torch illuminates another corner ahead, hard right again.</p><p></p><p>“Brace yourself madam.”</p><p></p><p>The Professor winds on the brake, the cart takes to two wheels for an instance, at the corner, and then clonks back down on the track. It’s not moving very fast now though.</p><p></p><p>The Zombies play catch-up.</p><p></p><p>BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM</p><p></p><p>Auntie’s Heckler sings out, the creatures are scrabbling at the side of the cart, trying to pull themselves up and in.</p><p></p><p>BOOM BOOM</p><p></p><p>The last shot leaves just a set of hands and the stumps of arms holding onto the cart; they’re free of the Zombies, the cart trundles on, and slowly round two hard left corners- the track drops away ahead.</p><p></p><p>“Madam, I think we may have mistakenly opted for the rollercoaster, hold on tight.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie grabs the side of the cart, stares hard at the The Professor, grinning- she’s enjoying the ride.</p><p></p><p>The cart dives down, The Professor intermittently applying the break to slow the carts progress somewhat.</p><p></p><p>The corner comes in a flash, hard-left, hard-left again, the cart takes to two wheels again- plunges on.</p><p></p><p>Hard-right.</p><p></p><p>WHUMP-RATTLE-CRASH</p><p></p><p>And into another patrol, the cart smashes the first creature, a huge Zombie Skeleton, and clips the second, it dives on- slowed somewhat by the impact.</p><p></p><p>The pair of Ogre Skeletons drag themselves up and clatter after the cart- they’re much faster than the Zombies, and Auntie’s weapon is having less impact.</p><p></p><p>BOOM BOOM</p><p></p><p>The first Skeleton, already badly damaged by the cart, is no more; the second grips onto the back of the cart, lashes out at Auntie with its free hand.</p><p></p><p>The cart turns hard right, The Professor doesn’t know where to look.</p><p></p><p>“Use the brake.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie screams, The Professor obliges.</p><p></p><p>CLUMP</p><p></p><p>The butt of the Heckler connects with the Ogre Skeleton’s skull, the creature tumbles off the back of the cart, picks itself up and charges after it again.</p><p></p><p>BOOM BOOM</p><p></p><p>The cart heads hard-right again, dashes down a slope, then careens hard-left.</p><p></p><p>“Brake. BRAAAAKE.”</p><p>“I assure you madam, I’m trying.”</p><p></p><p>There’s another corner ahead, hard-left. The Skeleton is up to the cart again.</p><p></p><p>BOOM BOOM</p><p></p><p>And then it’s no more- splinters of bone litter the track.</p><p></p><p>Hard-left, and then ahead, what looks to be a series of small hump-backs.</p><p></p><p>“Er… Dear lady, perhaps you’d care to join me at the brake.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie turns and looks ahead, gulps.</p><p></p><p>“This is fun?” Auntie forces a toffee into her mouth. Shuffles to the front of the cart and joins The Professor’s hands on the brake.</p><p></p><p>“Madam, you have a strange idea of fun.”</p><p></p><p>“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.”</p><p></p><p>The cart dashes down the first slope, flies up the incline ahead.</p><p></p><p>WHUM-SKITTER-SKITTER-UMP</p><p></p><p>Goes airborne for a second and then lands back on the track.</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps a touch more brake, madam.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie obliges.</p><p></p><p>The second hump-back comes and goes, without lift-off.</p><p></p><p>However the third proves a little more difficult, the speed of the cart is making applying the brake a somewhat hazardous affair.</p><p></p><p>SCRRRREEEEE</p><p></p><p>Metal-on-metal, sparks shoot from where the brakes meet the front wheels.</p><p></p><p>They plunge down the third hump-back, there seems to be one more ahead, and into yet another Zombie patrol, a bunch of miners- they don’t stand a chance.</p><p></p><p>“Brai…FWWWWUUUUUMMMPP-SMMMMMMAAAASSSSHH...ns.”</p><p></p><p>All four off the creatures are decimated by the one ton cart moving at a little over fifty miles per hour.</p><p></p><p>The Professor and Auntie stare back, there’s nothing left to kill, and in doing so miss the apex of the fourth hump-back.</p><p></p><p>The cart takes to the air again.</p><p></p><p>WHEEP WHEEP</p><p></p><p>Wheels spin, less friction.</p><p></p><p>CRUMP-SKITTER</p><p></p><p>The cart flies, lands back on the tracks, dances a moment, then comes back off the tracks.</p><p></p><p>SKITTER-SKITTER-CHUNG</p><p></p><p>Then jumps back on again.</p><p></p><p>“That was close mad…”</p><p></p><p>And is flung hard-left, and into a death-defying descent, there’s light, far ahead, at the end of the tunnel.</p><p></p><p>CHING.</p><p></p><p>“Ahhh. We may have a problem Auntie.”</p><p>“What’s that in your hand?”</p><p>“The brake dear lady.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie leans in.</p><p></p><p>Peck.</p><p></p><p>Kisses The Professor’s cheek and places her hand in his, he grips her hand tightly.</p><p></p><p>“What was that for madam?” The Professor feels his cheek.</p><p>“For luck.”</p><p></p><p>The cart plunges on at break-neck speed, completely out of control.</p><p></p><p>“I think it may be best if we jump.”</p><p>“I’m not really up to jumping, I could perhaps manage a fall, I’ll try to land on my good hip.”</p><p></p><p>The Professor smiles at Auntie, grips her hand tighter.</p><p></p><p>The cart plunges on, the light’s a lot closer now, they seem to have made remarkable time, The Professor calculates that they are travelling in excess of seventy miles per hour now. He decides to keep the information to himself, what they need now is something to slow them, something that’s not the buffers, something to slow them gradually. And then the light ahead disappears, or goes out, no it’s back, much reduced and silhouetting something big.</p><p></p><p>WHUUUUUUMP-CRUNCH-TUMBLE-CRUNCH.</p><p></p><p>The cart hits several something’s, departs the track for good, and tumbles over several times, smashing into both walls, and bringing down part of the ceiling, eventually it comes to rest- on its side, and empty.</p><p></p><p>Then silence for a while.</p><p></p><p>The first Ogre Zombie is trapped beneath the cart, it’s barely dead (Alive? What is the correct term for the undead?), one hand waves forlornly it seems incapable of lifting the cart off itself.</p><p></p><p>The Professor lies at an odd angle, a little way behind, unmoving, there’s no blood, but a bone protrudes from his lower left leg.</p><p></p><p>Auntie lies face up on the tracks, further behind still, eyes tight shut, her chest slowly rises and falls.</p><p></p><p>The second Ogre Zombie stands, back where the initially impacted with it, feels the space where its right arm, shoulder, and part of its upper chest, once were. It turns, looks around, spots Auntie, the feint pulse off her life spurs it on.</p><p></p><p>“Brains.”</p><p></p><p>And in seconds it’s looming over her. The Zombie grins, reaches down with a hand and arm that are no longer present, and then spots its mistake, and reaches down with the its good hand.</p><p></p><p>BOOM.</p><p></p><p>The creatures head arcs upwards, clunks into the ceiling, and ricochets off into the darkness.</p><p></p><p>It slumps forward, Auntie at the last instance rolls out of the way.</p><p></p><p>Breaths hard.</p><p></p><p>“Bugger.”</p><p></p><p>She wrenches herself up, at least on to her hands and knees, and crawls forward- towards the torchlight and The Professor.</p><p></p><p>He’s still alive.</p><p></p><p>She shuffles in her handbag, finds her bottle of ‘Arthur Abernathy’s All Purpose Bolsom and Linctus Mixture’ and pours it into The Professor. The effect is miraculous, bones knit together, skin grows anew and in a matter of moments The Professor is whole again, and awake. She takes a glug- there’s not much left, maybe one more dose.</p><p></p><p>She strokes The Professor’s brow. He must be nearly seventy she thinks; this is no place for a man like him.</p><p></p><p>“Take your time; you’ve had a nasty bump.” She coo’s.</p><p></p><p>The Professor goes to smile but has to settle for a grimace- things hurt.</p><p></p><p>“Where are we?”</p><p></p><p>“We’re in the mine remember, getting the Silver, and soon we’ll be back home. I think. The light ahead, I reckon that’s all there’s left to do. One more… that’s all. Then home again.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie cries a little, not loud enough to alert The Professor, continues to stroke his hair and scalp.</p><p></p><p>A minute later The Professor finds his feet, and with a heave that leaves him gasping for air, rights Auntie.</p><p></p><p>One of her slippers is gone for good.</p><p></p><p>The Ogre Zombie still crushed beneath the cart, waves at the pair.</p><p></p><p>“Brains?”</p><p></p><p>BOOOOOOM</p><p></p><p>“I think they know we’re coming madam.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie nods.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s finish this… What is your real name?”</p><p>“My first name?”</p><p>“Yes.”</p><p></p><p>Time passes.</p><p></p><p>“It’s funny… you’ll laugh.”</p><p>“No I wont- promise.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie takes The Professor’s hand again, grips it tight.</p><p></p><p>“Tell me?”</p><p></p><p>“It’s- Auspicious.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie stifles a laugh turns it into a yawn and then settles for scratching her nose.</p><p></p><p>“That’s nice.”</p><p>“My father, although a man of science, had a think about fate- the future. He was… wary of it, and yet…”</p><p></p><p>The Professor trails off- remembering?</p><p></p><p>Auntie grips his hand tighter, he’s back to reality.</p><p></p><p>“I have a brother called Propitious.” The Professor states in the hope that it will somehow make his name seem less odd.</p><p></p><p>Auntie smiles. It doesn’t.</p><p></p><p>“Call me, The Professor, or Professor, or Prof though, please Auntie… Do you mind?”</p><p>“Of course not. Now come on, let’s see what the future holds.”</p><p></p><p>The two shuffle off into the light, and as it turns out into the rail-head, the lair of Narzy Hilspek, the mine overseer, a wizened Gnome, and his Zombie mining crew, there are eleven of the creatures, including two more Zombie Ogres.</p><p></p><p>They stop and stare.</p><p></p><p>The Professor turns to Auntie.</p><p></p><p>“You know what my father used to say to me?”</p><p>“No.”</p><p>“He said ‘who wants to live forever?’”</p><p></p><p>CHUNK-CHICK</p><p></p><p>Auntie loads her grenade launcher.</p><p></p><p>The Gnome waves hello, then speaks…</p><p></p><p>Next Turn: Secrets and Lies.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3701148, member: 16069"] Turn 7: Run-run-RUN-runaway. The Professor’s torch guides the way, the tracks bank hard right, the cart skitters round the corner, the wheels squealing- complaining. The track ahead flattens out, the cart slows, creeps forward. Then onto a slight incline- scuttles on down. Suddenly the cart breaks into a passage, a junction, light and space either side. It trundles through; a Dwarven Zombie miner watches it past, waving. “Brains.” The Zombie shuffle-runs after the cart, others join it- in hot pursuit, well- sort of. “Madam, if you’d like to just change places, I think we’ve garnered several followers.” Auntie shuffles past The Professor, to the back of the cart, Heckler at the ready. At that exact moment the cart takes another hard right, The Professor is thrown sideways, crashes into the side of the cart, winded. BOOM Off-balance the shot merely brings down part of the ceiling. The Professor’s torch illuminates another corner ahead, hard right again. “Brace yourself madam.” The Professor winds on the brake, the cart takes to two wheels for an instance, at the corner, and then clonks back down on the track. It’s not moving very fast now though. The Zombies play catch-up. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Auntie’s Heckler sings out, the creatures are scrabbling at the side of the cart, trying to pull themselves up and in. BOOM BOOM The last shot leaves just a set of hands and the stumps of arms holding onto the cart; they’re free of the Zombies, the cart trundles on, and slowly round two hard left corners- the track drops away ahead. “Madam, I think we may have mistakenly opted for the rollercoaster, hold on tight.” Auntie grabs the side of the cart, stares hard at the The Professor, grinning- she’s enjoying the ride. The cart dives down, The Professor intermittently applying the break to slow the carts progress somewhat. The corner comes in a flash, hard-left, hard-left again, the cart takes to two wheels again- plunges on. Hard-right. WHUMP-RATTLE-CRASH And into another patrol, the cart smashes the first creature, a huge Zombie Skeleton, and clips the second, it dives on- slowed somewhat by the impact. The pair of Ogre Skeletons drag themselves up and clatter after the cart- they’re much faster than the Zombies, and Auntie’s weapon is having less impact. BOOM BOOM The first Skeleton, already badly damaged by the cart, is no more; the second grips onto the back of the cart, lashes out at Auntie with its free hand. The cart turns hard right, The Professor doesn’t know where to look. “Use the brake.” Auntie screams, The Professor obliges. CLUMP The butt of the Heckler connects with the Ogre Skeleton’s skull, the creature tumbles off the back of the cart, picks itself up and charges after it again. BOOM BOOM The cart heads hard-right again, dashes down a slope, then careens hard-left. “Brake. BRAAAAKE.” “I assure you madam, I’m trying.” There’s another corner ahead, hard-left. The Skeleton is up to the cart again. BOOM BOOM And then it’s no more- splinters of bone litter the track. Hard-left, and then ahead, what looks to be a series of small hump-backs. “Er… Dear lady, perhaps you’d care to join me at the brake.” Auntie turns and looks ahead, gulps. “This is fun?” Auntie forces a toffee into her mouth. Shuffles to the front of the cart and joins The Professor’s hands on the brake. “Madam, you have a strange idea of fun.” “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.” The cart dashes down the first slope, flies up the incline ahead. WHUM-SKITTER-SKITTER-UMP Goes airborne for a second and then lands back on the track. “Perhaps a touch more brake, madam.” Auntie obliges. The second hump-back comes and goes, without lift-off. However the third proves a little more difficult, the speed of the cart is making applying the brake a somewhat hazardous affair. SCRRRREEEEE Metal-on-metal, sparks shoot from where the brakes meet the front wheels. They plunge down the third hump-back, there seems to be one more ahead, and into yet another Zombie patrol, a bunch of miners- they don’t stand a chance. “Brai…FWWWWUUUUUMMMPP-SMMMMMMAAAASSSSHH...ns.” All four off the creatures are decimated by the one ton cart moving at a little over fifty miles per hour. The Professor and Auntie stare back, there’s nothing left to kill, and in doing so miss the apex of the fourth hump-back. The cart takes to the air again. WHEEP WHEEP Wheels spin, less friction. CRUMP-SKITTER The cart flies, lands back on the tracks, dances a moment, then comes back off the tracks. SKITTER-SKITTER-CHUNG Then jumps back on again. “That was close mad…” And is flung hard-left, and into a death-defying descent, there’s light, far ahead, at the end of the tunnel. CHING. “Ahhh. We may have a problem Auntie.” “What’s that in your hand?” “The brake dear lady.” Auntie leans in. Peck. Kisses The Professor’s cheek and places her hand in his, he grips her hand tightly. “What was that for madam?” The Professor feels his cheek. “For luck.” The cart plunges on at break-neck speed, completely out of control. “I think it may be best if we jump.” “I’m not really up to jumping, I could perhaps manage a fall, I’ll try to land on my good hip.” The Professor smiles at Auntie, grips her hand tighter. The cart plunges on, the light’s a lot closer now, they seem to have made remarkable time, The Professor calculates that they are travelling in excess of seventy miles per hour now. He decides to keep the information to himself, what they need now is something to slow them, something that’s not the buffers, something to slow them gradually. And then the light ahead disappears, or goes out, no it’s back, much reduced and silhouetting something big. WHUUUUUUMP-CRUNCH-TUMBLE-CRUNCH. The cart hits several something’s, departs the track for good, and tumbles over several times, smashing into both walls, and bringing down part of the ceiling, eventually it comes to rest- on its side, and empty. Then silence for a while. The first Ogre Zombie is trapped beneath the cart, it’s barely dead (Alive? What is the correct term for the undead?), one hand waves forlornly it seems incapable of lifting the cart off itself. The Professor lies at an odd angle, a little way behind, unmoving, there’s no blood, but a bone protrudes from his lower left leg. Auntie lies face up on the tracks, further behind still, eyes tight shut, her chest slowly rises and falls. The second Ogre Zombie stands, back where the initially impacted with it, feels the space where its right arm, shoulder, and part of its upper chest, once were. It turns, looks around, spots Auntie, the feint pulse off her life spurs it on. “Brains.” And in seconds it’s looming over her. The Zombie grins, reaches down with a hand and arm that are no longer present, and then spots its mistake, and reaches down with the its good hand. BOOM. The creatures head arcs upwards, clunks into the ceiling, and ricochets off into the darkness. It slumps forward, Auntie at the last instance rolls out of the way. Breaths hard. “Bugger.” She wrenches herself up, at least on to her hands and knees, and crawls forward- towards the torchlight and The Professor. He’s still alive. She shuffles in her handbag, finds her bottle of ‘Arthur Abernathy’s All Purpose Bolsom and Linctus Mixture’ and pours it into The Professor. The effect is miraculous, bones knit together, skin grows anew and in a matter of moments The Professor is whole again, and awake. She takes a glug- there’s not much left, maybe one more dose. She strokes The Professor’s brow. He must be nearly seventy she thinks; this is no place for a man like him. “Take your time; you’ve had a nasty bump.” She coo’s. The Professor goes to smile but has to settle for a grimace- things hurt. “Where are we?” “We’re in the mine remember, getting the Silver, and soon we’ll be back home. I think. The light ahead, I reckon that’s all there’s left to do. One more… that’s all. Then home again.” Auntie cries a little, not loud enough to alert The Professor, continues to stroke his hair and scalp. A minute later The Professor finds his feet, and with a heave that leaves him gasping for air, rights Auntie. One of her slippers is gone for good. The Ogre Zombie still crushed beneath the cart, waves at the pair. “Brains?” BOOOOOOM “I think they know we’re coming madam.” Auntie nods. “Let’s finish this… What is your real name?” “My first name?” “Yes.” Time passes. “It’s funny… you’ll laugh.” “No I wont- promise.” Auntie takes The Professor’s hand again, grips it tight. “Tell me?” “It’s- Auspicious.” Auntie stifles a laugh turns it into a yawn and then settles for scratching her nose. “That’s nice.” “My father, although a man of science, had a think about fate- the future. He was… wary of it, and yet…” The Professor trails off- remembering? Auntie grips his hand tighter, he’s back to reality. “I have a brother called Propitious.” The Professor states in the hope that it will somehow make his name seem less odd. Auntie smiles. It doesn’t. “Call me, The Professor, or Professor, or Prof though, please Auntie… Do you mind?” “Of course not. Now come on, let’s see what the future holds.” The two shuffle off into the light, and as it turns out into the rail-head, the lair of Narzy Hilspek, the mine overseer, a wizened Gnome, and his Zombie mining crew, there are eleven of the creatures, including two more Zombie Ogres. They stop and stare. The Professor turns to Auntie. “You know what my father used to say to me?” “No.” “He said ‘who wants to live forever?’” CHUNK-CHICK Auntie loads her grenade launcher. The Gnome waves hello, then speaks… Next Turn: Secrets and Lies. [/QUOTE]
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