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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 2568151" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Of devils and fey........</strong></p><p></p><p>The two giants pry open the sealed door, finding handholds tailor made for large fingers. The huge fifty by thirty room is ringed with two shelves, a higher and lower shelf, resting upon the shelves are all manner of equipment. Armor, rings, staves, weapons, arrows, bows, and even a set of drums. </p><p></p><p>The party goes wild as the giants raise their arms in celebration, Paquito shoves Korg aside again as he charges into the room to be the first to salivate over the cache. Finrod's excitement is lessened once he catches a glimpse of Luciann's face, the elven wizard bears a look of concern as the three large party members tear into the shelves as if they were gift wrapping.</p><p></p><p>Silently understanding Luciann's demeanor, Finrod shouts to his companions to halt their looting.</p><p></p><p>"Why? Elfy want all to self?" Gronar asks</p><p></p><p>"All of these belongings are from the prisoners here, it should be returned to them." </p><p></p><p>"My delusional friend, this is what adventurer's do, they loot the bodies. Apparently this is confusing for you. No?"</p><p></p><p>"The giants can't use any of this stuff, and I've never seen you with a spellbook so why are you pocketing that one?" Finrod replies</p><p></p><p>"Who says we're going to free the other prisoners anyway? Therefore I hereby claim this treasure haul until such time as proper ownership can be settled. No?"</p><p></p><p>"Don't go all lawful on me now, besides you didn't discover it. Korg did." Finrod's mind raced for a better option than Paquito, hoping that Korg would have a moment of clarity.</p><p></p><p>"Hey! Korg did see treasure first. Korg say we take with us and give back to people who help us kill stinky trolls."</p><p></p><p>"Hrmm, OK. But, if they don't want to help, or they're dead, then we get to keep their stuff. No?"</p><p></p><p>"Korg agree to Pokey plan."</p><p></p><p>Luciann was allowed to enter the room and retrieve his belongings, and while his mind thought of tacking on a few items that weren't his, his heart led him to his items only. Though his mind did record the presence of a crystal ball, a potion, and a ring that if not claimed, he would like to have.</p><p></p><p>Gronar scooped up the remaining items in large sack and tied it around his spear strap, so that it wouldn't interfere with his walking. The party exited the room and continued on opening the southern side of this cell block.</p><p></p><p>The first cell was empty, but as they neared the second cell, the party heard a small voice like that of a child's, coming from further down the cell block. </p><p></p><p>"Free me, please."</p><p></p><p>"OK, Gronar be there in little bit!" Korg shouted out, speaking for his giant friend.</p><p></p><p>"Please, I can be of assistance."</p><p></p><p>"No, Korg think you not going to be able to help Gronar rip off doors!" Korg shouted back</p><p></p><p>"I am a healer."</p><p></p><p>"Korg not sick!" </p><p></p><p>"I wasn't talking about you."</p><p></p><p>Korg hesitated before shouting out a response, he looked at Paquito for guidance. Paquito shrugged his shoulders, and replied "It must be sick and hallucinating, hell it probably wants to steal your treasure."</p><p></p><p>Enraged Korg shouts back "Korg say you no can have my treasure!" </p><p></p><p>"I don't want your treasure, I want to help." </p><p></p><p>"Go away voice in head." Korg shouts as he slams his palm into his forehead a few times.</p><p></p><p>Gronar manages to get the second cell door off, and spies the form of a prone human lying end the back of the cell.</p><p></p><p>"Korg, come check see if this one dead." Gronar asks</p><p></p><p>Korg staggers over to the cell and shouts "Wake up!" the man doesn't move.</p><p></p><p>Korg takes his spear out and points it at the human, "Wakey, wakey." Korg says as he thrusts his spear point into the back of the man, intending only to prod the individual, Korg miscalculates and prods the man's lung onto the back of the cell wall. Air escapes the man's one good lung quickly and the minimal bleeding that occurred when his back was pierced quickly slows to a trickle.</p><p></p><p>"Oops. Heh, this one dead." Korg announces</p><p></p><p>"Sweet! That's one less claim jumper. No?"</p><p></p><p>Gronar removes the next two doors, only to find empty cells. He removes the third door and a small dirty figure coughs his way out from inside the cell.</p><p></p><p>"Look it is dwarf baby." Gronar announces</p><p></p><p>The two elves move up and peer around Gronar.</p><p></p><p>"That's not a baby, it's a gnome." Finrod says in amazement.</p><p></p><p>"Korg have one of those of front lawn back at home, only Korg's not move and cough, also Korg's not in dungeon trapped by stinky trolls."</p><p></p><p>"Coop, the barbarian. Where you in time? Is he still alive? Where is he?" The gnome demands</p><p></p><p>"Ornament mean human lying on floor down there?" Korg points three doors down</p><p></p><p>"Yes, where is he?" The gnome presses</p><p></p><p>"Huh? Korg not paying attention." Korg replies, as he sizes up the talking lawn ornament, thinking that this must be the smallest walking creature he's ever seen.</p><p></p><p>"Oh yeah, we found him, but it looks like someone got there before I could heal him. Someone had speared him through the back in a most cowardly fashion. We came across him on a day when I had not asked my deity for the divine ability to return the soul to it's former body. It is indeed a sad day in the life of the Great Paquito. No?"</p><p></p><p>The gnome breaks down and sobs on the dirt floor. "I kept telling Coop to hang in there just one more hour, that help would arrive soon and I could heal him. Alas, three days of such pleading were more than his body could take." The gnome relates</p><p></p><p>"Well, if it makes any difference to you, I did speak with his departed essence and he gave us permission to use his fierce weapons we located against the foul creatures that kept him captive here. No?"</p><p></p><p>"You spoke with him?" The gnome's eyes light up "Is he angry that I could not help him?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, to be perfectly honest. He did mention a highly irritating voice that kept him up all night, but as he didn't speak common he had no idea what the voice was saying. He only wished that it would stop yammering, he was grateful that we found him and gave him a proper burial. Probably why he let us use his stuff. No?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh this is a most sad day indeed for my faith, I have failed to deliver in a promise. I should go and say my peace over his grave." The gnome laments</p><p></p><p>"I wouldn't do that padre, it's pretty sick and twisted in there. Looks like they kept forcing him to have relations with a barbed devil. It not for the sane of mind to view that sort of thing, best we press on and if you would like to feel useful again, I've got a few nicks and scrapes that could use a healer's touch. No?"</p><p></p><p>"Of course my pious brother, but why could you not heal thyself?" The gnome asks</p><p></p><p>"I'm not that kind of cleric. No?"</p><p></p><p>The gnome introduces himself as Ratchet, a traveler in service of his deity, he was studying an usual rock formation when he was blindsided by umber hulks, and dragged here. He relates that he's been incarcerated for a week, and hasn't seen anyone in that time, not even food rations.</p><p></p><p>"Why Ornament not use magic to escape?" Korg asks</p><p></p><p>"My cell kept me from using almost all but the most basic of spells, you get used to purified rat guts after a while." Ratchet answers</p><p></p><p>The party finishes removing the remaining cell doors on this block and returns to the wine barrel room and heads to the southeastern exit. The hallway mirrors it's northern cousin and the party emerges in another cell block. Gronar starts on the first northern door and rips it off it's hinges.</p><p></p><p>"Wha... is my time up? I made it perfectly clear I was not going to accept out on good behavior." A near elven-like voice called out from the room</p><p></p><p>"Gronar open door so you can leave now." The hill giant says with a smile</p><p></p><p>"That seems hardly the actions of a law abiding citizen, I demand you turn yourselves in immediately." </p><p></p><p>"Gronar not know about that, Gronar just kill stinky trolls and tear off doors with people inside." Gronar answers</p><p></p><p>"What say you? Trolls, my captors dead? Well, that's a torture of a different scream. I transfer my debt of servitude onto you then, my new captures." A well built man exits the room, he would have been mistaken for an elf were it not for his pale white skin and row of horns atop his bald head.</p><p></p><p>"Aw great, we got Elfy that wants to be like giants, Elfy that wants to be like woman, and now Elfy that wants to be like Paquito. Why can Gronar not find Elfy that want to be like Elfy?" Gronar states, throwing his hands up in defeat.</p><p></p><p>"I am not, nor ever shall be an elf, what I am is not of much consequence compared to the multitude of services I can be expected to perform while in servitude of you." </p><p></p><p>"You can teleport in some hot chicks? Or at least teleport me to some. No?"</p><p></p><p>"I would gladly send you to the harem of the salamander king, there are hot chicks aplenty there."</p><p></p><p>"Yes, yes that would do nicely. Whenever you're ready. No?"</p><p></p><p>"No, I am not ready. I must requisition my staff from my former captures prior to sending you to your doom."</p><p></p><p>"Oh you mean this?" Paquito produces a long slender gnarled staff from behind his back, "Sorry, I was using it as a crack scratcher. No?"</p><p></p><p>"What! You insolent little toad! I will have you arrested for vandalism what kind of inhumane person would do that to another one's belongings?"</p><p></p><p>"Uh, it felt good and fit right. You know one plus one equals tief, I'm mean three. Why would I say tief, I mean that's just so outrageous? No?" Paquito gives the stranger a knowing wink</p><p></p><p>Caught off guard, the tiefling backpedals, "Well, no harm done I suppose. You get someone to purify this runny liquid on it and we'll call it even."</p><p></p><p>"He's not that kind of cleric." Ratchet speaks up</p><p></p><p>"From where do you hail good friend?" Luciann asks</p><p></p><p>"You can call me Lothred, and I am not from around here, nor am I your friend, sister." Lothred replies</p><p></p><p>"I am not a woman!" Luciann sighs as he walks to catch up with the giants who've moved on up the cell block</p><p></p><p>Finrod eyes Lothred suspiciously before moving along with Ratchet, once they are out of earshot Lothred turns to Paquito.</p><p></p><p>"You tell them anything about me Tannar'i blood, and I'll make sure your afterlife is spent in some nightmare filled quasi-reality somewhere in the nasal passage of Orcus himself." Lothred threatens Paquito</p><p></p><p>"Sure, next time you try and send me to some Salamander king's palace of joy, I'll not hesitate to show you why they call my special move a gore! I'm keen to your ways, you're not going to pull anything over on me, I happen to know for a fact that salamanders are some kind of lizard offshoot and that's just sick. No?"</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>post #8 also update <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 2568151, member: 11574"] [b]Of devils and fey........[/b] The two giants pry open the sealed door, finding handholds tailor made for large fingers. The huge fifty by thirty room is ringed with two shelves, a higher and lower shelf, resting upon the shelves are all manner of equipment. Armor, rings, staves, weapons, arrows, bows, and even a set of drums. The party goes wild as the giants raise their arms in celebration, Paquito shoves Korg aside again as he charges into the room to be the first to salivate over the cache. Finrod's excitement is lessened once he catches a glimpse of Luciann's face, the elven wizard bears a look of concern as the three large party members tear into the shelves as if they were gift wrapping. Silently understanding Luciann's demeanor, Finrod shouts to his companions to halt their looting. "Why? Elfy want all to self?" Gronar asks "All of these belongings are from the prisoners here, it should be returned to them." "My delusional friend, this is what adventurer's do, they loot the bodies. Apparently this is confusing for you. No?" "The giants can't use any of this stuff, and I've never seen you with a spellbook so why are you pocketing that one?" Finrod replies "Who says we're going to free the other prisoners anyway? Therefore I hereby claim this treasure haul until such time as proper ownership can be settled. No?" "Don't go all lawful on me now, besides you didn't discover it. Korg did." Finrod's mind raced for a better option than Paquito, hoping that Korg would have a moment of clarity. "Hey! Korg did see treasure first. Korg say we take with us and give back to people who help us kill stinky trolls." "Hrmm, OK. But, if they don't want to help, or they're dead, then we get to keep their stuff. No?" "Korg agree to Pokey plan." Luciann was allowed to enter the room and retrieve his belongings, and while his mind thought of tacking on a few items that weren't his, his heart led him to his items only. Though his mind did record the presence of a crystal ball, a potion, and a ring that if not claimed, he would like to have. Gronar scooped up the remaining items in large sack and tied it around his spear strap, so that it wouldn't interfere with his walking. The party exited the room and continued on opening the southern side of this cell block. The first cell was empty, but as they neared the second cell, the party heard a small voice like that of a child's, coming from further down the cell block. "Free me, please." "OK, Gronar be there in little bit!" Korg shouted out, speaking for his giant friend. "Please, I can be of assistance." "No, Korg think you not going to be able to help Gronar rip off doors!" Korg shouted back "I am a healer." "Korg not sick!" "I wasn't talking about you." Korg hesitated before shouting out a response, he looked at Paquito for guidance. Paquito shrugged his shoulders, and replied "It must be sick and hallucinating, hell it probably wants to steal your treasure." Enraged Korg shouts back "Korg say you no can have my treasure!" "I don't want your treasure, I want to help." "Go away voice in head." Korg shouts as he slams his palm into his forehead a few times. Gronar manages to get the second cell door off, and spies the form of a prone human lying end the back of the cell. "Korg, come check see if this one dead." Gronar asks Korg staggers over to the cell and shouts "Wake up!" the man doesn't move. Korg takes his spear out and points it at the human, "Wakey, wakey." Korg says as he thrusts his spear point into the back of the man, intending only to prod the individual, Korg miscalculates and prods the man's lung onto the back of the cell wall. Air escapes the man's one good lung quickly and the minimal bleeding that occurred when his back was pierced quickly slows to a trickle. "Oops. Heh, this one dead." Korg announces "Sweet! That's one less claim jumper. No?" Gronar removes the next two doors, only to find empty cells. He removes the third door and a small dirty figure coughs his way out from inside the cell. "Look it is dwarf baby." Gronar announces The two elves move up and peer around Gronar. "That's not a baby, it's a gnome." Finrod says in amazement. "Korg have one of those of front lawn back at home, only Korg's not move and cough, also Korg's not in dungeon trapped by stinky trolls." "Coop, the barbarian. Where you in time? Is he still alive? Where is he?" The gnome demands "Ornament mean human lying on floor down there?" Korg points three doors down "Yes, where is he?" The gnome presses "Huh? Korg not paying attention." Korg replies, as he sizes up the talking lawn ornament, thinking that this must be the smallest walking creature he's ever seen. "Oh yeah, we found him, but it looks like someone got there before I could heal him. Someone had speared him through the back in a most cowardly fashion. We came across him on a day when I had not asked my deity for the divine ability to return the soul to it's former body. It is indeed a sad day in the life of the Great Paquito. No?" The gnome breaks down and sobs on the dirt floor. "I kept telling Coop to hang in there just one more hour, that help would arrive soon and I could heal him. Alas, three days of such pleading were more than his body could take." The gnome relates "Well, if it makes any difference to you, I did speak with his departed essence and he gave us permission to use his fierce weapons we located against the foul creatures that kept him captive here. No?" "You spoke with him?" The gnome's eyes light up "Is he angry that I could not help him?" "Well, to be perfectly honest. He did mention a highly irritating voice that kept him up all night, but as he didn't speak common he had no idea what the voice was saying. He only wished that it would stop yammering, he was grateful that we found him and gave him a proper burial. Probably why he let us use his stuff. No?" "Oh this is a most sad day indeed for my faith, I have failed to deliver in a promise. I should go and say my peace over his grave." The gnome laments "I wouldn't do that padre, it's pretty sick and twisted in there. Looks like they kept forcing him to have relations with a barbed devil. It not for the sane of mind to view that sort of thing, best we press on and if you would like to feel useful again, I've got a few nicks and scrapes that could use a healer's touch. No?" "Of course my pious brother, but why could you not heal thyself?" The gnome asks "I'm not that kind of cleric. No?" The gnome introduces himself as Ratchet, a traveler in service of his deity, he was studying an usual rock formation when he was blindsided by umber hulks, and dragged here. He relates that he's been incarcerated for a week, and hasn't seen anyone in that time, not even food rations. "Why Ornament not use magic to escape?" Korg asks "My cell kept me from using almost all but the most basic of spells, you get used to purified rat guts after a while." Ratchet answers The party finishes removing the remaining cell doors on this block and returns to the wine barrel room and heads to the southeastern exit. The hallway mirrors it's northern cousin and the party emerges in another cell block. Gronar starts on the first northern door and rips it off it's hinges. "Wha... is my time up? I made it perfectly clear I was not going to accept out on good behavior." A near elven-like voice called out from the room "Gronar open door so you can leave now." The hill giant says with a smile "That seems hardly the actions of a law abiding citizen, I demand you turn yourselves in immediately." "Gronar not know about that, Gronar just kill stinky trolls and tear off doors with people inside." Gronar answers "What say you? Trolls, my captors dead? Well, that's a torture of a different scream. I transfer my debt of servitude onto you then, my new captures." A well built man exits the room, he would have been mistaken for an elf were it not for his pale white skin and row of horns atop his bald head. "Aw great, we got Elfy that wants to be like giants, Elfy that wants to be like woman, and now Elfy that wants to be like Paquito. Why can Gronar not find Elfy that want to be like Elfy?" Gronar states, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I am not, nor ever shall be an elf, what I am is not of much consequence compared to the multitude of services I can be expected to perform while in servitude of you." "You can teleport in some hot chicks? Or at least teleport me to some. No?" "I would gladly send you to the harem of the salamander king, there are hot chicks aplenty there." "Yes, yes that would do nicely. Whenever you're ready. No?" "No, I am not ready. I must requisition my staff from my former captures prior to sending you to your doom." "Oh you mean this?" Paquito produces a long slender gnarled staff from behind his back, "Sorry, I was using it as a crack scratcher. No?" "What! You insolent little toad! I will have you arrested for vandalism what kind of inhumane person would do that to another one's belongings?" "Uh, it felt good and fit right. You know one plus one equals tief, I'm mean three. Why would I say tief, I mean that's just so outrageous? No?" Paquito gives the stranger a knowing wink Caught off guard, the tiefling backpedals, "Well, no harm done I suppose. You get someone to purify this runny liquid on it and we'll call it even." "He's not that kind of cleric." Ratchet speaks up "From where do you hail good friend?" Luciann asks "You can call me Lothred, and I am not from around here, nor am I your friend, sister." Lothred replies "I am not a woman!" Luciann sighs as he walks to catch up with the giants who've moved on up the cell block Finrod eyes Lothred suspiciously before moving along with Ratchet, once they are out of earshot Lothred turns to Paquito. "You tell them anything about me Tannar'i blood, and I'll make sure your afterlife is spent in some nightmare filled quasi-reality somewhere in the nasal passage of Orcus himself." Lothred threatens Paquito "Sure, next time you try and send me to some Salamander king's palace of joy, I'll not hesitate to show you why they call my special move a gore! I'm keen to your ways, you're not going to pull anything over on me, I happen to know for a fact that salamanders are some kind of lizard offshoot and that's just sick. No?" post #8 also update :) [/QUOTE]
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