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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3189080" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>On second thought just kill me now</strong></p><p></p><p>Haimish and Turgar enter the dark and smoky Scholar's Inn, Haimish advances to the bar and asks for the owner. A few moments later a barrel chested bald figure strides up to the bard and eases down onto the barstool next to Haimish.</p><p></p><p>"Well, what do you want?" The man asks</p><p></p><p>Turgar takes the seat on the opposite side of the man.</p><p></p><p>"Are you the owner?" Haimish inquires</p><p></p><p>"Hairy two-fisted is my name. Greatest barroom brawler this side of the Conqueror's River." The man announces</p><p></p><p>"Doesn't ring a bell. Anyway, do you get any guests from the School of Ancient knowledge in here?" Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>His pride hurt, Hairy scrunches up his face in a feign attempt at pain, "Maybe, as you should have gathered from entering my establishment, I don't require a background check to order an ale."</p><p></p><p>"Maybe you've seen some patrons with robes on or obvious spellcasters?" Haimish presses</p><p></p><p>"We get all kinds here. That troll over there ain't wearing nothing, does that make him a barbarian or stupid, or both?" Hairy laughs as he finishes his comment</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps I could hang out here and view the patrons for a while? I'm on a secret mission for Lord De' Lite." Haimish replies</p><p></p><p>"We don't serve Afternoon Delights here, afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for that, I keep a clean business." Hairy answers</p><p></p><p>Confusion sweeps over Haimish as Hairy's meaning gets lost, "Um, I wasn't talking about a drink."</p><p></p><p>"I definitely can't help you there then, if you ain't drinking, you ain't staying." Hairy explains</p><p></p><p>"Do you have bard? Maybe I could sing every night for the chance to mingle instead of drinking?" Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>"Hmm, I don't have any regular entertainment. Let me hear what you got." Hairy answers</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>The palm of my hand </em></p><p><em>Carries the weight of my land</em></p><p><em>For the time to reap</em></p><p><em>Makes my wife weep </em></p><p><em>Thoughts I have but nary</em></p><p><em>On why I got married</em></p><p><em>But at least I get to keep</em></p><p><em>The gold in my sleep</em></p><p></p><p>Turgar begins clapping enthusiastically, "That was wonderful sir, here please accept this meager donation to your further studies." Turgar then hands Haimish ten gold crowns and wanders out the exit still cheering Haimish on.</p><p></p><p>"Damn ogres." Hairy spits, "Well, at least it rhymed, though I got no idea what the heck you were talking about. I guess you'll do, you play an instrument?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes, my voice. It is an instrument upon which I guide the chair of my waterfall towards the light of sharing." Haimish replies</p><p></p><p>"Whatever drugs you're on now, be sure they're out of your system tonight son." Hairy states shaking his head</p><p></p><p>"I would never stoop to such a position of indifference as to resign control of my mental faculties." Haimish begins to reply</p><p></p><p>"Shut up. I'll give you room number twelve. Be here promptly at nine each night and as long as you're brining in more money with your singing than if you weren't here then you can stay for free. You can keep all tips, good luck with that, and no songs about bald guys." Hairy explains</p><p></p><p>Haimish agrees and shakes his hand, then leaves to go tell the others his good news. He finds Turgar looking over Kessen, while a bruised and bloody Menthos dabs his lips with a damp cloth.</p><p></p><p>"What happened to you guys?" Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>"Kessen got a little too frisky." Menthos answered</p><p></p><p>"As soon as you're outside these city walls, I'll inject you with twenty pounds of iron arrowheads." Kessen retorts</p><p></p><p>"Just as long as you don't try to inject me with whatever it was your were trying with earlier." Menthos responds</p><p></p><p>"Enough! Where's Xanthos?" Haimish shouts</p><p></p><p>Kessen points to the School of Ancient Knowledge.</p><p></p><p>"He got in? That's great! Maybe I can complete my job tonight then? Haimish clapped </p><p></p><p>"I assume he got in. Jack-ass over there caused me to lose sight of Xanthos for a moment." Kessen explains</p><p></p><p>"Well, let me know if you need me then, I've got to go sleep this off. Otherwise the ladies aren't going to want to look upon this tiefling." Menthos states and heads off to find an inn</p><p></p><p>"Jerk. I hope he gets run over by a carcass wagon on it's way to the cemetery." Kessen relates</p><p></p><p>The trio wait until nearly sundown, before Kessen spots the form of a descending gargoyle grasping the form of a small child in it's claws. The gargoyle swoops within a couple of feet of the entrance and drops it's payload onto the steps, then soars back to the roof.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos dusts himself off and spotting the rest of the party, heads over to their location.</p><p></p><p>"Did you get inside?" Haimish asks excitedly</p><p></p><p>"Hardly, although I did view the back doors being used by the gargoyles. However, that as close as I came to seeing the inside of the structure." Xanthos shrugs</p><p></p><p>Haimish relates to Xanthos about the free room and the party agrees to come to watch Haimish sing and then turn in for the evening.</p><p></p><p>Haimish performs a litany of tunes his parents used to sing to him, he manages a three gold crown tip. Once getting off stage he mingles with the drinking crowd, but spots no one he could reasonably state they might be from the school. Disappointed, he turns in as well for the evening.</p><p></p><p>"Wake up Haimish." An unfamiliar voice sounded</p><p></p><p>Haimish slowly opened his tired eyes and viewed the dark room, the rest of the party (minus Doopa and Menthos) still lay asleep on the floor.</p><p></p><p>"Who's there?" the sound came not from his mouth, but resonated within his mind</p><p></p><p>"I come from the School of Ancient Knowledge, and I can help you."</p><p></p><p>Haimish's eyes adjusted to the dim light and saw four figures standing at the foot of his bed. The two outer figures wore robes of green with silver sewn throughout the robe in a spell-like runic design. They were both young men, maybe in their mid-twenties, they each held an open book in their hands as they studied Haimish, writing notes in the book every so often.</p><p></p><p>Next was an elderly man, perhaps in his seventies. Thin white strands of hair seemed to blow upon a non-existent breeze. This man's robes were white, and seemed to glow like moonlight upon snow. It gave the room a faint bluish tinge to it. He held up a strange staff with many circle within circles at it's head. The head was situated in front of the face of the fourth man.</p><p></p><p>The fourth man had robes that appeared to be a void, blacker than black, the robes seemed to draw light into them. So that the faint glow of a street candle from the window appeared to slide into the robes and disappear. Even the glow from the elderly man's robes appeared to be slowly swallowed by the vacuum of space this man's robes were made of. His face was shrouded by a hood, only his chin was visible and it appeared to be made of rack with numerous arcane symbols carved into it.</p><p></p><p>"You're going to help me get the Soul Gem for Lord De' Lite?" Haimish asked</p><p></p><p>"No, and his name is not Lord De' Lite, it is Kalen and he died over eight hundred years ago." The hooded man spoke</p><p></p><p>"I'm not following you, the guy I talked to was alive and doing quite well." Haimish retorts</p><p></p><p>"Yes, he is doing quite well, for the undead. Kalen is an ancient vampire and he has dominated you into retrieving the Soul Gem for him."</p><p></p><p>"Dominated? I don't feel any different. Wait, now I really don't want to get this gem." Haimish felt no desire to get the gem now</p><p></p><p>"That's because we have removed that state from you, we can put it back if you wish." </p><p></p><p>"No, that's quite okay. This is much better thank you. Wait, what's the catch?" Haimish wondered</p><p></p><p>"Catch?" </p><p></p><p>"Yeah, the catch. Wizards don't routinely show up in inn rooms un-dominating people for the hell of it, and then tell them they have a powerful vampire coming after them." Haimish relates</p><p></p><p>"Astute you are, yes we do require a service from you. One that requires no thievery or combat of any kind."</p><p></p><p>"Okay so far, what do I have to do?" Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>"Kalen will be at Lord Palmere's party next week. We need you to slip this into Kalen's drink." A vial of brilliant light emerged from within the void robe and hovered in front of Haimish</p><p></p><p>"A little bright don't you think?" Haimish said as he reached out to grab the small vial. Pain erupted in his fingertips as it felt as though Haimish had touched the sun itself</p><p></p><p>"Hot as well." The hooded man continued "It is liquid sunlight, deadly to vampires, or at least we hope it is. It's nature makes it hard for lab experiments to verify."</p><p></p><p>"Do I have a choice?" Haimish asked</p><p></p><p>"Certainly, we will return you to your dominated state and you can perish within our cellar." </p><p></p><p>Haimish thought it over, more so for time than any real thinking as he knew what the only option could be.</p><p></p><p>"Okay, I'll do it." Haimish said as he lowered his head, upon raising it again, the quartet of wizards had vanished and laying on the blankets in front of Haimish was the vial, giving off enough light to make it seem as though there was no ceiling and the sun was directly overhead.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, close the shades! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Turgar yelled</p><p></p><p>Haimish knew he just traded one impossible job for another.</p><p></p><p>Menthos snored loudly as his body worked to undo the swelling and bleeding that Kessen had caused. His sleeping eyes caught glimpses of a roaring fire, the soft glow bathed him in it's warmth, in fact he was pretty warm now that he though about it. It comforted him and reminded Menthos of the fire baths his father would give he and his brother when they were younger, before his father returned to hell.</p><p></p><p>Menthos would've been at peace and slept soundly had it not been for the smell of smoke that wafted to his nose. Awaking with a jump, Menthos found his entire bed was on fire. Rolling off the bed and out of the flames to the floor, Menthos watched as the flames diminished and snuffed themselves out. The tiefling then sensed the presence of another in his room.</p><p></p><p>"We need to talk." Helle's voice sounded like the fire Menthos just escaped from.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3189080, member: 11574"] [b]On second thought just kill me now[/b] Haimish and Turgar enter the dark and smoky Scholar's Inn, Haimish advances to the bar and asks for the owner. A few moments later a barrel chested bald figure strides up to the bard and eases down onto the barstool next to Haimish. "Well, what do you want?" The man asks Turgar takes the seat on the opposite side of the man. "Are you the owner?" Haimish inquires "Hairy two-fisted is my name. Greatest barroom brawler this side of the Conqueror's River." The man announces "Doesn't ring a bell. Anyway, do you get any guests from the School of Ancient knowledge in here?" Haimish asks His pride hurt, Hairy scrunches up his face in a feign attempt at pain, "Maybe, as you should have gathered from entering my establishment, I don't require a background check to order an ale." "Maybe you've seen some patrons with robes on or obvious spellcasters?" Haimish presses "We get all kinds here. That troll over there ain't wearing nothing, does that make him a barbarian or stupid, or both?" Hairy laughs as he finishes his comment "Perhaps I could hang out here and view the patrons for a while? I'm on a secret mission for Lord De' Lite." Haimish replies "We don't serve Afternoon Delights here, afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for that, I keep a clean business." Hairy answers Confusion sweeps over Haimish as Hairy's meaning gets lost, "Um, I wasn't talking about a drink." "I definitely can't help you there then, if you ain't drinking, you ain't staying." Hairy explains "Do you have bard? Maybe I could sing every night for the chance to mingle instead of drinking?" Haimish asks "Hmm, I don't have any regular entertainment. Let me hear what you got." Hairy answers [I]The palm of my hand Carries the weight of my land For the time to reap Makes my wife weep Thoughts I have but nary On why I got married But at least I get to keep The gold in my sleep[/I] Turgar begins clapping enthusiastically, "That was wonderful sir, here please accept this meager donation to your further studies." Turgar then hands Haimish ten gold crowns and wanders out the exit still cheering Haimish on. "Damn ogres." Hairy spits, "Well, at least it rhymed, though I got no idea what the heck you were talking about. I guess you'll do, you play an instrument?" "Yes, my voice. It is an instrument upon which I guide the chair of my waterfall towards the light of sharing." Haimish replies "Whatever drugs you're on now, be sure they're out of your system tonight son." Hairy states shaking his head "I would never stoop to such a position of indifference as to resign control of my mental faculties." Haimish begins to reply "Shut up. I'll give you room number twelve. Be here promptly at nine each night and as long as you're brining in more money with your singing than if you weren't here then you can stay for free. You can keep all tips, good luck with that, and no songs about bald guys." Hairy explains Haimish agrees and shakes his hand, then leaves to go tell the others his good news. He finds Turgar looking over Kessen, while a bruised and bloody Menthos dabs his lips with a damp cloth. "What happened to you guys?" Haimish asks "Kessen got a little too frisky." Menthos answered "As soon as you're outside these city walls, I'll inject you with twenty pounds of iron arrowheads." Kessen retorts "Just as long as you don't try to inject me with whatever it was your were trying with earlier." Menthos responds "Enough! Where's Xanthos?" Haimish shouts Kessen points to the School of Ancient Knowledge. "He got in? That's great! Maybe I can complete my job tonight then? Haimish clapped "I assume he got in. Jack-ass over there caused me to lose sight of Xanthos for a moment." Kessen explains "Well, let me know if you need me then, I've got to go sleep this off. Otherwise the ladies aren't going to want to look upon this tiefling." Menthos states and heads off to find an inn "Jerk. I hope he gets run over by a carcass wagon on it's way to the cemetery." Kessen relates The trio wait until nearly sundown, before Kessen spots the form of a descending gargoyle grasping the form of a small child in it's claws. The gargoyle swoops within a couple of feet of the entrance and drops it's payload onto the steps, then soars back to the roof. Xanthos dusts himself off and spotting the rest of the party, heads over to their location. "Did you get inside?" Haimish asks excitedly "Hardly, although I did view the back doors being used by the gargoyles. However, that as close as I came to seeing the inside of the structure." Xanthos shrugs Haimish relates to Xanthos about the free room and the party agrees to come to watch Haimish sing and then turn in for the evening. Haimish performs a litany of tunes his parents used to sing to him, he manages a three gold crown tip. Once getting off stage he mingles with the drinking crowd, but spots no one he could reasonably state they might be from the school. Disappointed, he turns in as well for the evening. "Wake up Haimish." An unfamiliar voice sounded Haimish slowly opened his tired eyes and viewed the dark room, the rest of the party (minus Doopa and Menthos) still lay asleep on the floor. "Who's there?" the sound came not from his mouth, but resonated within his mind "I come from the School of Ancient Knowledge, and I can help you." Haimish's eyes adjusted to the dim light and saw four figures standing at the foot of his bed. The two outer figures wore robes of green with silver sewn throughout the robe in a spell-like runic design. They were both young men, maybe in their mid-twenties, they each held an open book in their hands as they studied Haimish, writing notes in the book every so often. Next was an elderly man, perhaps in his seventies. Thin white strands of hair seemed to blow upon a non-existent breeze. This man's robes were white, and seemed to glow like moonlight upon snow. It gave the room a faint bluish tinge to it. He held up a strange staff with many circle within circles at it's head. The head was situated in front of the face of the fourth man. The fourth man had robes that appeared to be a void, blacker than black, the robes seemed to draw light into them. So that the faint glow of a street candle from the window appeared to slide into the robes and disappear. Even the glow from the elderly man's robes appeared to be slowly swallowed by the vacuum of space this man's robes were made of. His face was shrouded by a hood, only his chin was visible and it appeared to be made of rack with numerous arcane symbols carved into it. "You're going to help me get the Soul Gem for Lord De' Lite?" Haimish asked "No, and his name is not Lord De' Lite, it is Kalen and he died over eight hundred years ago." The hooded man spoke "I'm not following you, the guy I talked to was alive and doing quite well." Haimish retorts "Yes, he is doing quite well, for the undead. Kalen is an ancient vampire and he has dominated you into retrieving the Soul Gem for him." "Dominated? I don't feel any different. Wait, now I really don't want to get this gem." Haimish felt no desire to get the gem now "That's because we have removed that state from you, we can put it back if you wish." "No, that's quite okay. This is much better thank you. Wait, what's the catch?" Haimish wondered "Catch?" "Yeah, the catch. Wizards don't routinely show up in inn rooms un-dominating people for the hell of it, and then tell them they have a powerful vampire coming after them." Haimish relates "Astute you are, yes we do require a service from you. One that requires no thievery or combat of any kind." "Okay so far, what do I have to do?" Haimish asks "Kalen will be at Lord Palmere's party next week. We need you to slip this into Kalen's drink." A vial of brilliant light emerged from within the void robe and hovered in front of Haimish "A little bright don't you think?" Haimish said as he reached out to grab the small vial. Pain erupted in his fingertips as it felt as though Haimish had touched the sun itself "Hot as well." The hooded man continued "It is liquid sunlight, deadly to vampires, or at least we hope it is. It's nature makes it hard for lab experiments to verify." "Do I have a choice?" Haimish asked "Certainly, we will return you to your dominated state and you can perish within our cellar." Haimish thought it over, more so for time than any real thinking as he knew what the only option could be. "Okay, I'll do it." Haimish said as he lowered his head, upon raising it again, the quartet of wizards had vanished and laying on the blankets in front of Haimish was the vial, giving off enough light to make it seem as though there was no ceiling and the sun was directly overhead. "Hey, close the shades! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Turgar yelled Haimish knew he just traded one impossible job for another. Menthos snored loudly as his body worked to undo the swelling and bleeding that Kessen had caused. His sleeping eyes caught glimpses of a roaring fire, the soft glow bathed him in it's warmth, in fact he was pretty warm now that he though about it. It comforted him and reminded Menthos of the fire baths his father would give he and his brother when they were younger, before his father returned to hell. Menthos would've been at peace and slept soundly had it not been for the smell of smoke that wafted to his nose. Awaking with a jump, Menthos found his entire bed was on fire. Rolling off the bed and out of the flames to the floor, Menthos watched as the flames diminished and snuffed themselves out. The tiefling then sensed the presence of another in his room. "We need to talk." Helle's voice sounded like the fire Menthos just escaped from. [/QUOTE]
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