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
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is coming! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Ptolus: Midwood - "The Dark Waters of Moss Pond"
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="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 4007833" data-attributes="member: 11760"><p>Heath steals a glance back at the empty bed, his heart still racing.</p><p></p><p>"Heard you been sick. Figured I'd give you a check up just for old times," Heath says, working to keep his voice even. He follows Rogren's eyes downward, to the axe in Heath's hand. "And this here is to impress upon you the necessity of said check up."</p><p></p><p>The frown lines on Rogren Kem's face are so deep that Heath can't tell if the man was making a face or if it was just Kem's natural expression. Before he can decide, Rogren turns and slumps back against the wall. He is ordinarily a tall man with impressive posture, so the slouch is noticeable.</p><p></p><p>"I have a caretaker," he says, his back turned. "See yourself to the exit, druggist."</p><p></p><p>"That'd be the kobold then?" Heath asks. "Right, well, I sent your pet on a little trip to the abbey just now. He'll be back ... unless the sisters get him."</p><p></p><p>Rogren Kem whirls around, his hand remaining conspicuously buried in the bedclothes at his side. The commotion registers as a vibration in the small curio cabinet nearby. Rogren's eyes threaten to explode as fire on his own cheeks.</p><p></p><p>"Be careful now, Leach. And think before you answer: Tell me again where Flower is, and why it is you've sent him there."</p><p></p><p>"Well, you just answered one of mine, Rogren," Heath says after a moment. "It raises a whole mess of others but ...</p><p></p><p>"He asked me for a job, oddly enough. The ivy at the abbey seems to help stem night terrors if distilled just right, and some of the town's been having a few more of them of late what with the recent kobold issues looming. Seemed fitting.</p><p></p><p>"Just saw a half dozen kids wander over there, sent by the bishop himself to clear out the place. If 'Flower' ain't no threat, then he's got nothing to worry about."</p><p></p><p>"'Nothing to worry about?'" Rogren asks, leaning on the curio cabinet. "Nothing to worry about, save soul-rending manic frenzy induced by the centuries-old phantasms of brutally murdered holy women, you mean?"</p><p></p><p>Rogren begins to cough and shudder uncontrollably and falls to the floor in a heap. In his other hand, the one he had kept concealed, he clutches a dragon pistol.</p><p></p><p>"If anything has happened to him," he say, prone and hacking, "You'll be responsible. Again. And this time I won't let it go."</p><p></p><p>Heath watches Rogren convulse on the floor. After a moment, he sighs and leans down, sheathing his axe under his apron. Heath kicks the pistol from Rogren's hand, then picks it up and tosses it into the hallway. Rogren looks up, alarmed, as Heath lifts the man off the floor and places him onto the bed, not too roughly, but none too gently, either.</p><p></p><p>"Truth be told, Rogren," Heath says, as he adjusts Rogren's bedclothes. "I've yet to see reason why I or anyone should care if a dragonkin joins the sisters. But supposing I did send an innocent creature to his death, I'll just have to add it to the list of things I live with."</p><p></p><p>Heath rips open Rogren's shirt and shoved the other man back onto the bed as he struggles.</p><p></p><p>"And if you want me to bring out the axe again, I can. But that'll make this examination difficult."</p><p></p><p>"You're a mess," Rogren says disdainfully, crusted phlegm at the corners of his mouth. "You don't know whether you're coming or going. Helping people you hate, neglecting those in your care. So many contradictions."</p><p></p><p>"Don't flatter yourself, Kem," Heath lays his head against Rogren's chest and listens to the rattling inside. "I'm making sure you're really sick. I wouldn't put it past you."</p><p></p><p>Rogren starts to groan, but it turns into another cough.</p><p></p><p>"If I'd the strength, I would've thrown you out by now. And I'd be at the abbey, helping those children."</p><p></p><p>"I'm sure they'd appreciate you cutting and running once you got your little friend back." Heath sighs. "Besides, they ain't children anymore."</p><p></p><p>"You've missed the point again," Rogren snorts. "The mission the young ones have taken is an important, long-overdue one, one in which every able-bodied, Lothian-fearing man in this village should be helping with. The abbey is a travesty; the sisters there a blight. Frankly, I'm astonished it's taken the bishop so long to do something about it, and astonished he sent our town's children to do it. Did no call go out to the men? Why only six children?"</p><p></p><p>"Don't make no sense to have the entire town getting in the way and getting killed. You'd need a team of exorcists I wager, and that's what they have now: Damn near four of 'em by my count. They're good kids, and I've known Bufer nearing on 20 years now, so they're in as good hands as Estanna can provide."</p><p></p><p>Heath stands back up from his crouch. Rogren angrily buttons his shirt back up.</p><p></p><p>"Well, you've got more fluid in your lungs than is healthy, that's for sure. That answers question number two, so let's move on to the big one.: Just what in the Hell do you think you're doing back here?"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 4007833, member: 11760"] Heath steals a glance back at the empty bed, his heart still racing. "Heard you been sick. Figured I'd give you a check up just for old times," Heath says, working to keep his voice even. He follows Rogren's eyes downward, to the axe in Heath's hand. "And this here is to impress upon you the necessity of said check up." The frown lines on Rogren Kem's face are so deep that Heath can't tell if the man was making a face or if it was just Kem's natural expression. Before he can decide, Rogren turns and slumps back against the wall. He is ordinarily a tall man with impressive posture, so the slouch is noticeable. "I have a caretaker," he says, his back turned. "See yourself to the exit, druggist." "That'd be the kobold then?" Heath asks. "Right, well, I sent your pet on a little trip to the abbey just now. He'll be back ... unless the sisters get him." Rogren Kem whirls around, his hand remaining conspicuously buried in the bedclothes at his side. The commotion registers as a vibration in the small curio cabinet nearby. Rogren's eyes threaten to explode as fire on his own cheeks. "Be careful now, Leach. And think before you answer: Tell me again where Flower is, and why it is you've sent him there." "Well, you just answered one of mine, Rogren," Heath says after a moment. "It raises a whole mess of others but ... "He asked me for a job, oddly enough. The ivy at the abbey seems to help stem night terrors if distilled just right, and some of the town's been having a few more of them of late what with the recent kobold issues looming. Seemed fitting. "Just saw a half dozen kids wander over there, sent by the bishop himself to clear out the place. If 'Flower' ain't no threat, then he's got nothing to worry about." "'Nothing to worry about?'" Rogren asks, leaning on the curio cabinet. "Nothing to worry about, save soul-rending manic frenzy induced by the centuries-old phantasms of brutally murdered holy women, you mean?" Rogren begins to cough and shudder uncontrollably and falls to the floor in a heap. In his other hand, the one he had kept concealed, he clutches a dragon pistol. "If anything has happened to him," he say, prone and hacking, "You'll be responsible. Again. And this time I won't let it go." Heath watches Rogren convulse on the floor. After a moment, he sighs and leans down, sheathing his axe under his apron. Heath kicks the pistol from Rogren's hand, then picks it up and tosses it into the hallway. Rogren looks up, alarmed, as Heath lifts the man off the floor and places him onto the bed, not too roughly, but none too gently, either. "Truth be told, Rogren," Heath says, as he adjusts Rogren's bedclothes. "I've yet to see reason why I or anyone should care if a dragonkin joins the sisters. But supposing I did send an innocent creature to his death, I'll just have to add it to the list of things I live with." Heath rips open Rogren's shirt and shoved the other man back onto the bed as he struggles. "And if you want me to bring out the axe again, I can. But that'll make this examination difficult." "You're a mess," Rogren says disdainfully, crusted phlegm at the corners of his mouth. "You don't know whether you're coming or going. Helping people you hate, neglecting those in your care. So many contradictions." "Don't flatter yourself, Kem," Heath lays his head against Rogren's chest and listens to the rattling inside. "I'm making sure you're really sick. I wouldn't put it past you." Rogren starts to groan, but it turns into another cough. "If I'd the strength, I would've thrown you out by now. And I'd be at the abbey, helping those children." "I'm sure they'd appreciate you cutting and running once you got your little friend back." Heath sighs. "Besides, they ain't children anymore." "You've missed the point again," Rogren snorts. "The mission the young ones have taken is an important, long-overdue one, one in which every able-bodied, Lothian-fearing man in this village should be helping with. The abbey is a travesty; the sisters there a blight. Frankly, I'm astonished it's taken the bishop so long to do something about it, and astonished he sent our town's children to do it. Did no call go out to the men? Why only six children?" "Don't make no sense to have the entire town getting in the way and getting killed. You'd need a team of exorcists I wager, and that's what they have now: Damn near four of 'em by my count. They're good kids, and I've known Bufer nearing on 20 years now, so they're in as good hands as Estanna can provide." Heath stands back up from his crouch. Rogren angrily buttons his shirt back up. "Well, you've got more fluid in your lungs than is healthy, that's for sure. That answers question number two, so let's move on to the big one.: Just what in the Hell do you think you're doing back here?" [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Ptolus: Midwood - "The Dark Waters of Moss Pond"
Top