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SHADOW WAR: EBERRON MEETS DARKSUN MEETS RAVENLOFT MEETS EVERYTHING ELSE
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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7508364" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>SHADOW WAR</p><p>SEGMENT 007</p><p>“ZILSHIRE”</p><p>10/13/18</p><p></p><p>DRAVAGO 7, 1003 1ST BELL, SHARN</p><p></p><p>“Peco’s Place?” reads the Kobold Bounty Hunter. “Sounds like a gnomish blight.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t like gnomes much do you?” comments the half-elf cleric.</p><p></p><p>Silence and a flare of a scaled nostril. “No.”</p><p></p><p>A bright purple and blue haired gnome pops up to the counter. “Welcome! Welcome to Peco’s- Peco’s Place! How can I help you? Looking for rooms? Peco has rooms.”</p><p></p><p>“How much for a room?”</p><p></p><p>“Five Coppers. Won’t find any cheaper. Five Coppers per room per night.” Even with the unhappy look on Kobold the gnome smiles.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds fair.” The cleric reaches under his tabard to his belt and….. nothing. “Gone?!? Where is my pouch?!?”</p><p></p><p>“I can pay.” Says the kobold thinking the cleric is a cheapskate.</p><p></p><p>“The big one must go elsewhere however. They don’t need sleep and invite trouble.”</p><p></p><p>“Outside.” States the large warforged even as he turns to leave. He is used to this type of treatment. If it bothers him, he doesn’t show it.</p><p></p><p>A few hours go by. Both the cleric and Bounty Hunter only require a few hours sleep so they are up by 6th Bell. As they gather and wait for Dorque to come in another young gnome with true red colored hair comes in. He sets down a handful of this weeks’s Korranberg Chronicles. The two gnomes quiet down and whisper. The youngest looks at the two and taps the papers with a subtle nod.</p><p></p><p>He leaves as the big warforged comes in. Tabask asks about buying a paper and does so. He reads the headlines and frowns. Once in the hallway and heading to Zilshire’s apartment mentions the headlines. “Goblins have been fighting robed people around the restaurants were we went to yesterday.”</p><p></p><p>“Same goblins as the ones we faced?” asks Xar as he pats his Dire Weasel.</p><p></p><p>“Possibly.”</p><p></p><p>“More?” asks the warforged.</p><p></p><p>“May be of interest to you. Merrix is coming out of hiding to give a speech about Warforged rites.”</p><p></p><p>If it interests him he does not show it.</p><p></p><p>Asking around, they find Professor Zilshire’s apartment. At 7th bell they knock and get no reply. Xar steps up to door and prepares to pick it.</p><p></p><p>“No. We are not going in uninvited. There is no reason to go in.”</p><p></p><p>Disappointed, the kobold puts his tools away and shrugs. “Your call.”</p><p></p><p>Just before 8th bell, they arrive within Morgrave University’s lecture halls.</p><p></p><p>Students are coming and going. Many are arriving for classes and others to speak to their teachers.</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me…..” begins the cleric to a student.</p><p></p><p>She shrugs off his hand in anger.</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me. Where…….” Another student rushes past him.</p><p></p><p>“Rude.” States the warforged.</p><p></p><p>“May I help you?” asks an armed security officer.</p><p></p><p>“Bit much?” suggests Tabask.</p><p></p><p>“Had some issues a year or so ago. University likes to keep it quiet. You are looking for… missing student?”</p><p></p><p>“No. Looking for a Professor Zilshire. Teaches here.”</p><p></p><p>“That quack. Two doors down on the right. Secretary should be there.”</p><p></p><p>“Shiney but stupid. Thank you.” And they walk past the guard.</p><p></p><p>“People seem …. On edge.” Notes the cleric.</p><p></p><p>“City life will do that to a person.” Offers the Kobold.</p><p></p><p>“Does your ….animal have a licence?” calls out the guard.</p><p></p><p>“Eh?”</p><p></p><p>“Licence”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t…..”</p><p></p><p>“He left it at the room. Didn’t think to bring it to the University where familiars are more common.” Quickly adds the cleric.</p><p></p><p>The guard looks them over them several students pass between them. The groups takes this opportunity to move on.</p><p></p><p>“Here.” States the warforged.</p><p></p><p>Ever polite, the cleric knocks.</p><p></p><p>“Like, come in. It’s unlocked.” Calls out a woman from the other side.</p><p></p><p>The cleric goes in first. He sees a woman wearing a skin tight dark blue mini-shirt and vest. A white blouse with many buttons undone and her black hair in a loose bun. She pushes up her over sized glasses and smiles. “Hello and like good morning. What can I do for you?”</p><p></p><p>Shiny and Stupid thinks the cleric. “We want to see the professor. Is he in?”</p><p></p><p>“Do you have an appointment?”</p><p></p><p>The bounty hunter enters next with his animal companion. The room is simple and neat. A desk, a chair and a short shelf. “Oh what a cute puppy.” The Dire Weasel and kobold both look to each other in disbelief. “What breed?”</p><p></p><p>“ah…errrr…”</p><p></p><p>“Ugly.” States the warforged and his chest rises and falls. Tabask wonders if the warforged made a joke and is laughing. “Karrnathi Hound.” Offers the cleric with no idea but obviously neither does she.</p><p></p><p>She knocks and sticks her head into the doorway leading to an office next door. She waves them- “Just be, like, quick- he has class soon.”</p><p></p><p>For as clean as the sitting room is, his office is messy. Papers, tomes, books and scrolls are piled and heaped on the floor, chairs and shelves.</p><p></p><p>“Who are you and what do you want?” asks the cranky old professor from behind his messy desk.</p><p></p><p>“I am Tabask. My friends are Xar and ah… Dorque. We are following up an investigation of ours. Have you ever seen this note before? The half-elf hands the bloodied messy note to him.</p><p></p><p>The professor looks at the note with disgust. Frowning, he picks up the note with his finger tips. “What does this say?” </p><p></p><p>“A goblin wrote it.”</p><p></p><p>“hmmmmm….. I see. Is this my name?”</p><p></p><p>“You know it is. Why is a goblin spying on you and your hired help?”</p><p></p><p>“Hired help?”</p><p></p><p>“A translator and secretary.”</p><p></p><p>“Claw. Is she Claw?”</p><p></p><p>“Shiny and Stupid….? Hah-ha. “Love goblin speak.” The professor looks the rest of the note over then calmly places it onto a stack of student papers.</p><p></p><p>“Are you here for employment?” the professor asks and glares through the open door where his secretary is listening. “The last team…. Ended badly.”</p><p></p><p>“Do tell.”</p><p></p><p>“I had hired three individuals to help me. Wardrum, a dwarf, Kar-Draith, a lizardfolk and Hardfist, a lumpy skinned ogre (goliath) were to delivery a few books for me to translate. Wardrum died and others took his place. They never made it back.”</p><p></p><p>“Back- to you or Sharn?”</p><p></p><p>“Me. There were rumors of a warforged named Charger having joined them and returned to Sharn. He never came to me if he had however.”</p><p></p><p>“The group delivered books? Who?” </p><p></p><p>“Warlord Saas.”</p><p></p><p>“What kind of books?”</p><p></p><p>“History. Ancient history. I really must ask you to leave. I will be late for class.”</p><p></p><p>“Professor- we’ll go but be careful….. goblins can be dangerous to work with.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7508364, member: 9255"] SHADOW WAR SEGMENT 007 “ZILSHIRE” 10/13/18 DRAVAGO 7, 1003 1ST BELL, SHARN “Peco’s Place?” reads the Kobold Bounty Hunter. “Sounds like a gnomish blight.” “Don’t like gnomes much do you?” comments the half-elf cleric. Silence and a flare of a scaled nostril. “No.” A bright purple and blue haired gnome pops up to the counter. “Welcome! Welcome to Peco’s- Peco’s Place! How can I help you? Looking for rooms? Peco has rooms.” “How much for a room?” “Five Coppers. Won’t find any cheaper. Five Coppers per room per night.” Even with the unhappy look on Kobold the gnome smiles. “Sounds fair.” The cleric reaches under his tabard to his belt and….. nothing. “Gone?!? Where is my pouch?!?” “I can pay.” Says the kobold thinking the cleric is a cheapskate. “The big one must go elsewhere however. They don’t need sleep and invite trouble.” “Outside.” States the large warforged even as he turns to leave. He is used to this type of treatment. If it bothers him, he doesn’t show it. A few hours go by. Both the cleric and Bounty Hunter only require a few hours sleep so they are up by 6th Bell. As they gather and wait for Dorque to come in another young gnome with true red colored hair comes in. He sets down a handful of this weeks’s Korranberg Chronicles. The two gnomes quiet down and whisper. The youngest looks at the two and taps the papers with a subtle nod. He leaves as the big warforged comes in. Tabask asks about buying a paper and does so. He reads the headlines and frowns. Once in the hallway and heading to Zilshire’s apartment mentions the headlines. “Goblins have been fighting robed people around the restaurants were we went to yesterday.” “Same goblins as the ones we faced?” asks Xar as he pats his Dire Weasel. “Possibly.” “More?” asks the warforged. “May be of interest to you. Merrix is coming out of hiding to give a speech about Warforged rites.” If it interests him he does not show it. Asking around, they find Professor Zilshire’s apartment. At 7th bell they knock and get no reply. Xar steps up to door and prepares to pick it. “No. We are not going in uninvited. There is no reason to go in.” Disappointed, the kobold puts his tools away and shrugs. “Your call.” Just before 8th bell, they arrive within Morgrave University’s lecture halls. Students are coming and going. Many are arriving for classes and others to speak to their teachers. “Excuse me…..” begins the cleric to a student. She shrugs off his hand in anger. “Excuse me. Where…….” Another student rushes past him. “Rude.” States the warforged. “May I help you?” asks an armed security officer. “Bit much?” suggests Tabask. “Had some issues a year or so ago. University likes to keep it quiet. You are looking for… missing student?” “No. Looking for a Professor Zilshire. Teaches here.” “That quack. Two doors down on the right. Secretary should be there.” “Shiney but stupid. Thank you.” And they walk past the guard. “People seem …. On edge.” Notes the cleric. “City life will do that to a person.” Offers the Kobold. “Does your ….animal have a licence?” calls out the guard. “Eh?” “Licence” “I don’t…..” “He left it at the room. Didn’t think to bring it to the University where familiars are more common.” Quickly adds the cleric. The guard looks them over them several students pass between them. The groups takes this opportunity to move on. “Here.” States the warforged. Ever polite, the cleric knocks. “Like, come in. It’s unlocked.” Calls out a woman from the other side. The cleric goes in first. He sees a woman wearing a skin tight dark blue mini-shirt and vest. A white blouse with many buttons undone and her black hair in a loose bun. She pushes up her over sized glasses and smiles. “Hello and like good morning. What can I do for you?” Shiny and Stupid thinks the cleric. “We want to see the professor. Is he in?” “Do you have an appointment?” The bounty hunter enters next with his animal companion. The room is simple and neat. A desk, a chair and a short shelf. “Oh what a cute puppy.” The Dire Weasel and kobold both look to each other in disbelief. “What breed?” “ah…errrr…” “Ugly.” States the warforged and his chest rises and falls. Tabask wonders if the warforged made a joke and is laughing. “Karrnathi Hound.” Offers the cleric with no idea but obviously neither does she. She knocks and sticks her head into the doorway leading to an office next door. She waves them- “Just be, like, quick- he has class soon.” For as clean as the sitting room is, his office is messy. Papers, tomes, books and scrolls are piled and heaped on the floor, chairs and shelves. “Who are you and what do you want?” asks the cranky old professor from behind his messy desk. “I am Tabask. My friends are Xar and ah… Dorque. We are following up an investigation of ours. Have you ever seen this note before? The half-elf hands the bloodied messy note to him. The professor looks at the note with disgust. Frowning, he picks up the note with his finger tips. “What does this say?” “A goblin wrote it.” “hmmmmm….. I see. Is this my name?” “You know it is. Why is a goblin spying on you and your hired help?” “Hired help?” “A translator and secretary.” “Claw. Is she Claw?” “Shiny and Stupid….? Hah-ha. “Love goblin speak.” The professor looks the rest of the note over then calmly places it onto a stack of student papers. “Are you here for employment?” the professor asks and glares through the open door where his secretary is listening. “The last team…. Ended badly.” “Do tell.” “I had hired three individuals to help me. Wardrum, a dwarf, Kar-Draith, a lizardfolk and Hardfist, a lumpy skinned ogre (goliath) were to delivery a few books for me to translate. Wardrum died and others took his place. They never made it back.” “Back- to you or Sharn?” “Me. There were rumors of a warforged named Charger having joined them and returned to Sharn. He never came to me if he had however.” “The group delivered books? Who?” “Warlord Saas.” “What kind of books?” “History. Ancient history. I really must ask you to leave. I will be late for class.” “Professor- we’ll go but be careful….. goblins can be dangerous to work with.” [/QUOTE]
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