Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Rat Bastard Campaign Chronicle (Updated 3/28/05)
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="RatPunk" data-source="post: 2125551" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p><strong>Wizards, Ettins & Bards, Oh My!, Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>I regained consciousness to find Rumblethorn standing over me. The battle had moved away a bit and he had taken the opportunity to throw some healing spells my way. Peshal was similarly administering to Jackie, who was lying on the ground not far away. Jeb and Brush were frantically trying to keep the ettin at bay until we could return to the fray. Behind me, Pearl was cursing loudly. Her attempt at returning her friend to normal had failed. We would have to kill him.</p><p></p><p>Jackie and I leapt to our feet just in time to watch the ettin knock Peshal out cold. We tried to draw the creature away as Rumblethorn ran over to heal the cleric. It worked just long enough, but Peshal immediately had to return the favor as a glancing blow from the ettin’s club knocked Rumblethorn out. This was not going to be easy.</p><p></p><p>With Jackie and I back in action for the time being, Jeb once again dropped back and started shooting. As he always insisted, he really was quite the missile warrior. Within seconds, the ettin started to look like an overgrown porcupine. Unfortunately, it wasn’t slowing it down. In a matter of moments, I was once again on the ground staring at Peshal as he sent more healing my way.</p><p></p><p>As I regained my feet, I surveyed the situation. Jackie was down again, with Rumblethorn seeing to him. Jeb had once again been forced to go hand to knee with the ettin, who was finding the wiry little gnome tough to hit. Brush wasn’t looking too good, but she was staying in there, and Pearl was casting what spells she could. The ettin, though wounded, didn’t appear to be any worse for the wear. Things were looking grim.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, a beautiful, lilting voice came from inside the tower. The power of Arialle’s song reinvigorated us and refocused our minds on the task at hand. Inspired, we leapt to the attack once more. This time, the ettin could do little to fend off our concerted onslaught. A few moments later it was dead.</p><p></p><p>Pearl grieved for her former friend briefly, then joined us as we entered the tower. Ettins, even transformed ones, rarely live in lush environments, so it came as no surprise to find that the place was practically a ruin. The tower amounted to nothing more than two big, round rooms stacked on top of each other with a stairway connecting them. The first floor was empty, except for a pile of rubble and an exquisitely crafted harp.</p><p></p><p>Jackie practically pounced on the harp and gave it a thorough inspection. If I hadn’t known any better, I would not have guessed him to be a monk. Jeb, on the other hand, was far more interested in the pile of rubble. I guess his highly trained senses had told him where the rest of the ettin’s treasure would be. Sure enough, he uncovered a decent mound of gold, silver and gems. Jackie, in the meantime, had latched onto the harp and stuffed it in his haversack.</p><p></p><p>The rest of us proceeded cautiously up the stairs. The second floor was empty as well, except for a small stool and Arialle, who was chained to the wall. Needless to say, she was glad to see us. We yelled for Jeb. He ran up the stairs and we pointed to Arialle’s chains. He made quick work of unlocking them, then ran back downstairs to finish gathering up our booty.</p><p></p><p>Once freed, Arialle’s next concern was for her harp. Apparently it had been crafted by some famous musician or other and was very valuable. Grudgingly, Jackie pulled it out of his haversack and handed it to her. It was a good thing Jeb hadn’t gotten a hold of it or she would have never gotten it back.</p><p></p><p>Our task accomplished, we headed back to Fairhill with Arialle and Pearl in tow. Once back in town, our first stop was, of course, the blacksmith’s. The reunion of father and daughter was joyous and the blacksmith was extremely grateful. He agreed to let Jackie use the forge to craft some small monkish trinkets for himself and, once we’d tracked down Pyro, he took the measurements for the promised suit of plate mail.</p><p></p><p>With the news that the armor wouldn’t be done for a couple of weeks, we retired to our house to bask in the glory of yet another job well done. Since she’d lost her previous adventuring group, we offered to let Pearl hang out with us for awhile. We weren’t just being magnanimous, though. Since Corian the Mostly Useless had left, we were without an arcane spell-slinger of our own. She agreed that it would be a good idea, so we threw Shuglin’s stuff in Ostler’s room and Pearl moved in.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RatPunk, post: 2125551, member: 1246"] [b]Wizards, Ettins & Bards, Oh My!, Part 2[/b] I regained consciousness to find Rumblethorn standing over me. The battle had moved away a bit and he had taken the opportunity to throw some healing spells my way. Peshal was similarly administering to Jackie, who was lying on the ground not far away. Jeb and Brush were frantically trying to keep the ettin at bay until we could return to the fray. Behind me, Pearl was cursing loudly. Her attempt at returning her friend to normal had failed. We would have to kill him. Jackie and I leapt to our feet just in time to watch the ettin knock Peshal out cold. We tried to draw the creature away as Rumblethorn ran over to heal the cleric. It worked just long enough, but Peshal immediately had to return the favor as a glancing blow from the ettin’s club knocked Rumblethorn out. This was not going to be easy. With Jackie and I back in action for the time being, Jeb once again dropped back and started shooting. As he always insisted, he really was quite the missile warrior. Within seconds, the ettin started to look like an overgrown porcupine. Unfortunately, it wasn’t slowing it down. In a matter of moments, I was once again on the ground staring at Peshal as he sent more healing my way. As I regained my feet, I surveyed the situation. Jackie was down again, with Rumblethorn seeing to him. Jeb had once again been forced to go hand to knee with the ettin, who was finding the wiry little gnome tough to hit. Brush wasn’t looking too good, but she was staying in there, and Pearl was casting what spells she could. The ettin, though wounded, didn’t appear to be any worse for the wear. Things were looking grim. Suddenly, a beautiful, lilting voice came from inside the tower. The power of Arialle’s song reinvigorated us and refocused our minds on the task at hand. Inspired, we leapt to the attack once more. This time, the ettin could do little to fend off our concerted onslaught. A few moments later it was dead. Pearl grieved for her former friend briefly, then joined us as we entered the tower. Ettins, even transformed ones, rarely live in lush environments, so it came as no surprise to find that the place was practically a ruin. The tower amounted to nothing more than two big, round rooms stacked on top of each other with a stairway connecting them. The first floor was empty, except for a pile of rubble and an exquisitely crafted harp. Jackie practically pounced on the harp and gave it a thorough inspection. If I hadn’t known any better, I would not have guessed him to be a monk. Jeb, on the other hand, was far more interested in the pile of rubble. I guess his highly trained senses had told him where the rest of the ettin’s treasure would be. Sure enough, he uncovered a decent mound of gold, silver and gems. Jackie, in the meantime, had latched onto the harp and stuffed it in his haversack. The rest of us proceeded cautiously up the stairs. The second floor was empty as well, except for a small stool and Arialle, who was chained to the wall. Needless to say, she was glad to see us. We yelled for Jeb. He ran up the stairs and we pointed to Arialle’s chains. He made quick work of unlocking them, then ran back downstairs to finish gathering up our booty. Once freed, Arialle’s next concern was for her harp. Apparently it had been crafted by some famous musician or other and was very valuable. Grudgingly, Jackie pulled it out of his haversack and handed it to her. It was a good thing Jeb hadn’t gotten a hold of it or she would have never gotten it back. Our task accomplished, we headed back to Fairhill with Arialle and Pearl in tow. Once back in town, our first stop was, of course, the blacksmith’s. The reunion of father and daughter was joyous and the blacksmith was extremely grateful. He agreed to let Jackie use the forge to craft some small monkish trinkets for himself and, once we’d tracked down Pyro, he took the measurements for the promised suit of plate mail. With the news that the armor wouldn’t be done for a couple of weeks, we retired to our house to bask in the glory of yet another job well done. Since she’d lost her previous adventuring group, we offered to let Pearl hang out with us for awhile. We weren’t just being magnanimous, though. Since Corian the Mostly Useless had left, we were without an arcane spell-slinger of our own. She agreed that it would be a good idea, so we threw Shuglin’s stuff in Ostler’s room and Pearl moved in. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Rat Bastard Campaign Chronicle (Updated 3/28/05)
Top