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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3684146" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Turn 5: Recipe of the week.</p><p></p><p>“Well we could try to make some Nitric Acid; that would help.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie carries on with the washing up- she’s as happy as a pig in doo-doo.</p><p></p><p>“I say a clean kitchen is the sign of a clean mind.”</p><p></p><p>She nods a couple of times and then gets back to washing and cleaning- humming a happy tune.</p><p></p><p>The Professor tinkers, his hat, it seems, is home to quite a number of bottles, ungents and powders, an entire chemistry set of sorts. </p><p></p><p>A little while later The Professor has everything he needs, and Auntie has done the pots.</p><p></p><p>“Right you need to put your goggles on, don’t look at the magnesium when it’s burning. It won’t take long but you’ll notice the difference the Silver should liquefy at a little over 900 degrees. Just keep feeding the sword in- till it’s all gone, it’s fantastic really, no use at all- too soft, who’d have thought a sword made of high grade silver.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie nods.</p><p></p><p>FFFRRRRCCCCKKKERERFFREECCCKKERRFREECKKEERRRRRR</p><p></p><p>The magnesium burns a fountain of molten fire- spitting and crackling; the Silver in the pot shivers and smudges on the bottom- Auntie feeds it in.</p><p></p><p>“Then up onto the table.”</p><p></p><p>The Professor holds Aunties hand as he ushers her onto the table. She’s holding the pan of molten silver in her other hand, wearing an oven glove of course.</p><p></p><p>“Now pour it into the colander, a little at a time.”</p><p></p><p>The Professor holds the sieve over a huge bucket of freezing cold water.</p><p></p><p>Auntie pours.</p><p></p><p>The Silver pearls and gathers then drips through the holes in the sieve, and into the water where in an instant it becomes solid again. Tiny slivers, flecks and spots of the stuff.</p><p></p><p>It takes a while, but eventually it’s all gone.</p><p></p><p>The Professor smiles at Auntie, “I’d move out of the way if I were you Auntie, don’t want to get your slippers wet.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie shuffles backwards, still holding the pan, the oven glove is her own, it states on it, “To the Best Auntie in the Whole World.”</p><p></p><p>The Professor levers up the bucket, it’s nearly empty, having earlier scooped out as much of the water as possible.</p><p></p><p>A small wave of water spills out from the bucket, followed by several handfuls of silver fragments- cool to the touch.</p><p></p><p>The Professor grins, “The wonders of science, dear lady.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie grins and claps her hands.</p><p></p><p>An hour later Auntie has twenty special shells for the Heckler & Koch- each have a fair share of silver fragments at their core.</p><p></p><p>“This should hold them up a while. But I’d stick with the normal shells until you’re certain, don’t want to waste any.”</p><p></p><p>Auntie nods, smirks, and then hands over a sandwich, “Keep your strength up- ham & cheese, and salad cream, for relish. I’ve got some crisps if you want, or a boiled egg, or a gherkin- great things gherkins, keep you… well you know. And there’s a piece of Apple Pie for pud, and cream.”</p><p></p><p>Everything named makes its appearance courtesy of Auntie’s handbag.</p><p></p><p>She settles down for a sandwich too, no crust, she can’t chew that well.</p><p></p><p>Half-an-hour later, replete, the two head back to the grate in what was Bloodspawn’s chamber.</p><p></p><p>“What was he then?” Auntie enquires looking again at the stain on the floor.</p><p>“A Wererat, that is to say a Lycanthrope.”</p><p>“A Like-And-What?”</p><p>“Lycanthrope, dear lady, a were-creature, capable of turning into some half-Goblin half-Rat crossbreed when the moon is full, or at times, when the tension is rising.”</p><p>“What’s he doing here?”</p><p>“Now that’s a good question- why would a creature sorely afraid of silver make its home in a silver mine.”</p><p>Auntie nods, nothing to add.</p><p>“And why were there three of them, I’m beginning to think that there’s more here than meets the eye. I really do think we need to get hold of a live specimen, find out what’s going on.”</p><p>“I’ll do my best Professor.” Auntie winks.</p><p>“I know you will dear lady, you always do.” The Professor winks back.</p><p></p><p>The two shuffle over to the grate, Auntie first, she descends into a lit chamber below.</p><p></p><p>Halfway down they hear the noises of Goblins.</p><p></p><p>“Doo yew av Mista Bun da Bunmaker?”</p><p>“Baker.”</p><p>“Das it- der Bunmakerbaker?”</p><p>“I av not got Mista Bunmakerbaker.”</p><p></p><p>They’re playing happy families, ironic really.</p><p></p><p>“Shh.” The Professor offers.</p><p></p><p>And yet only five feet from the bottom of the ladder, and as of yet unseen by the half-a-dozen or more Goblins huddled around the table, Auntie’s slipper falls off.</p><p></p><p>SLOPPPPPP</p><p></p><p>As one the Goblins turn, fumble for weapons.</p><p></p><p>Auntie does the best she can to descend the ladder as quickly as possible.</p><p></p><p>Alas, again, too late, a spear arcs towards her, spot on, about to pierce her back.</p><p></p><p>Next Turn: Is dat pineapple?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3684146, member: 16069"] Turn 5: Recipe of the week. “Well we could try to make some Nitric Acid; that would help.” Auntie carries on with the washing up- she’s as happy as a pig in doo-doo. “I say a clean kitchen is the sign of a clean mind.” She nods a couple of times and then gets back to washing and cleaning- humming a happy tune. The Professor tinkers, his hat, it seems, is home to quite a number of bottles, ungents and powders, an entire chemistry set of sorts. A little while later The Professor has everything he needs, and Auntie has done the pots. “Right you need to put your goggles on, don’t look at the magnesium when it’s burning. It won’t take long but you’ll notice the difference the Silver should liquefy at a little over 900 degrees. Just keep feeding the sword in- till it’s all gone, it’s fantastic really, no use at all- too soft, who’d have thought a sword made of high grade silver.” Auntie nods. FFFRRRRCCCCKKKERERFFREECCCKKERRFREECKKEERRRRRR The magnesium burns a fountain of molten fire- spitting and crackling; the Silver in the pot shivers and smudges on the bottom- Auntie feeds it in. “Then up onto the table.” The Professor holds Aunties hand as he ushers her onto the table. She’s holding the pan of molten silver in her other hand, wearing an oven glove of course. “Now pour it into the colander, a little at a time.” The Professor holds the sieve over a huge bucket of freezing cold water. Auntie pours. The Silver pearls and gathers then drips through the holes in the sieve, and into the water where in an instant it becomes solid again. Tiny slivers, flecks and spots of the stuff. It takes a while, but eventually it’s all gone. The Professor smiles at Auntie, “I’d move out of the way if I were you Auntie, don’t want to get your slippers wet.” Auntie shuffles backwards, still holding the pan, the oven glove is her own, it states on it, “To the Best Auntie in the Whole World.” The Professor levers up the bucket, it’s nearly empty, having earlier scooped out as much of the water as possible. A small wave of water spills out from the bucket, followed by several handfuls of silver fragments- cool to the touch. The Professor grins, “The wonders of science, dear lady.” Auntie grins and claps her hands. An hour later Auntie has twenty special shells for the Heckler & Koch- each have a fair share of silver fragments at their core. “This should hold them up a while. But I’d stick with the normal shells until you’re certain, don’t want to waste any.” Auntie nods, smirks, and then hands over a sandwich, “Keep your strength up- ham & cheese, and salad cream, for relish. I’ve got some crisps if you want, or a boiled egg, or a gherkin- great things gherkins, keep you… well you know. And there’s a piece of Apple Pie for pud, and cream.” Everything named makes its appearance courtesy of Auntie’s handbag. She settles down for a sandwich too, no crust, she can’t chew that well. Half-an-hour later, replete, the two head back to the grate in what was Bloodspawn’s chamber. “What was he then?” Auntie enquires looking again at the stain on the floor. “A Wererat, that is to say a Lycanthrope.” “A Like-And-What?” “Lycanthrope, dear lady, a were-creature, capable of turning into some half-Goblin half-Rat crossbreed when the moon is full, or at times, when the tension is rising.” “What’s he doing here?” “Now that’s a good question- why would a creature sorely afraid of silver make its home in a silver mine.” Auntie nods, nothing to add. “And why were there three of them, I’m beginning to think that there’s more here than meets the eye. I really do think we need to get hold of a live specimen, find out what’s going on.” “I’ll do my best Professor.” Auntie winks. “I know you will dear lady, you always do.” The Professor winks back. The two shuffle over to the grate, Auntie first, she descends into a lit chamber below. Halfway down they hear the noises of Goblins. “Doo yew av Mista Bun da Bunmaker?” “Baker.” “Das it- der Bunmakerbaker?” “I av not got Mista Bunmakerbaker.” They’re playing happy families, ironic really. “Shh.” The Professor offers. And yet only five feet from the bottom of the ladder, and as of yet unseen by the half-a-dozen or more Goblins huddled around the table, Auntie’s slipper falls off. SLOPPPPPP As one the Goblins turn, fumble for weapons. Auntie does the best she can to descend the ladder as quickly as possible. Alas, again, too late, a spear arcs towards her, spot on, about to pierce her back. Next Turn: Is dat pineapple? [/QUOTE]
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