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 LIVE! 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
[Story Hour] Daring Tales of Adventure
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="mikeawmids" data-source="post: 6417525" data-attributes="member: 6776411"><p><u>Savage Worlds / Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 2</u></p><p></p><p>In the plush, leather interior of Emelio’s expensive Italian sports car, Brett Hardcastle was wracked with torturous indecision. Instead of racing off after the assassins, should he not have stayed behind to help Jim - or at least to comfort his old friend in the final moments of his life?</p><p></p><p><strong>“Don’t worry my friend, he’s in good hands!”</strong> Emilio called over his shoulder, <strong>“The doctor is with him, I’m sure he’ll be fine!”</strong></p><p></p><p>Nicolas nodded vigorously.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook? Ook!”</strong> Columbus pointed out. <em>(“Doesn’t Gizmo specialise in rocket science? He’s never practised medicine in his life.”)</em></p><p></p><p><strong>“Shut up, ape.”</strong> Nicolas hissed through his frozen smile.</p><p></p><p><strong>“He was shot quite a lot,”</strong> Brett answered, unconvinced, <strong>“Maybe we should turn around….”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“… and let the villains escape?”</strong> the Italian finished with a scornful chuckle, <strong>“Emilio thinks not! Ready your weapons, we are gaining on them!”</strong></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Outside the café, Doctor Gizmo knelt beside the bloody body of Jim Black and gave the man’s wounds a cursory examination. There sure was a lot of blood oozing from the half-dozen ragged holes in Black’s torso.</p><p></p><p><strong>“It is my professional opinion that this man is dead.” </strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Urgghhhh…..”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Dying, then.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Urrghhh…”</strong> Black groaned, <strong>“Starkweather…. Nazis! Urk!”</strong></p><p></p><p>Gizmo gave it a moment, then reached out and tentatively poked Black in the eye. The corpse did not react.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Dead. Finally. Did anyone catch what he just said? It sounded important.”</strong></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Several streets away, the killer’s dark sedan mounted the curb and swerved recklessly into a narrow alley. Pedestrians scattered like tenpins as the car screeched past, dangerously close. Emilio slammed his foot onto the accelerator and followed the gunmen into the grotty back streets of Boston. Leaning out over the side of the topless sports car <em>(<strong>“I like my cars like I like my women,”</strong> Emilio had chuckled)</em> Brett popped off a couple of rounds from his trusty Colt sidearm. The rear window of the lead vehicle shattered and one brake light exploded in a bloom of broken glass.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook!”</strong> Columbus enthused, reaching eagerly for the pistol nestled in Emilio’s glove box. <em>(“Damn fine shot Brett, but allow me to demonstrate how a real homosapien shoots!”)</em> The Italian slapped his hairy hand away.</p><p></p><p>Ahead, the barrel of a tommygun emerged from the broken window and opened fire on the roadster! Emilio spun the wheel, veering from side to side as bullets sparked and ricocheted off the paintwork.</p><p></p><p><strong>“I’m not sure which is going to kill us first, their gun or your driving!”</strong> Nicolas squealed as Emilio ploughed over something that may or may not have been a stray cat.</p><p></p><p><strong>“I can’t do anything until we’re out of this damn alley!”</strong> the Italian snarled, <strong>“Can’t you do something with your amazing powers of mesmerism?!”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“I honestly cannot tell if that was supposed to be sarcasm,”</strong> Nicolas answered after a moments consideration, <strong>“Because my powers of mesmerism are rather amazing.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Just do something!”</strong> Brett interrupted, pausing to load a fresh clip into his gun.</p><p></p><p>Pressing his fingers to either side of his head, Nicolas screwed his eyes closed and channelled the power of his astounding brain. Moments later, a slightly transparent image of an identical Italian sports car materialised in front of them, driven by a slightly transparent image of Emilio. Mirror images of Brett, Nicolas and Columbus sat squashed together in the back seat. Mirror Nicolas turned and waved cheerfully back at them.</p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>In the rear of the dark sedan, the man with the tommygun stopped shooting and rubbed his eyes in disbelief! There were now two identical cars pursuing them, both driven by incredibly handsome, Italian twins! </p><p></p><p><strong>“Dreharbeiten zu halten!”</strong> the man beside him urged, fumbling with a box of pineapple-shaped grenades. <em>(“Keep shooting!”)</em></p><p></p><p><strong>“Bei welcher?”</strong> the gunman snapped. <em>(“At which one?”)</em></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Bursting from the other end of the alley, both vehicles sped erratically through the steady flow of mid-morning Boston traffic, trading bullets whenever the other car veered back into view. The gunmen ineffectively split their fire between the real roadster and Nicolas’ illusion.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Damn it!”</strong> Brett swore, ducking back into the car, <strong>“I can’t get a clear shot! Someone is going to get killed if we keep this up.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“I’ve got an idea, but you have to get me closer!”</strong> Nicolas said through gritted teeth. The strain of maintaining such a complicated illusion was causing sweat to bead upon his pale brow.</p><p></p><p>Emilio dipped his head in acknowledgement and threw the car into top gear.</p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p><strong>“Sie sind naher!”</strong> the driver of the dark sedan snapped, eyes wide with panic as he glanced from the road ahead to the little mirrors mounted on the sides of the car. <em>(“They are gaining on us!”)</em></p><p></p><p>Suddenly, one of the two Italian roadster simply vanished, popping out of existence as though it were no more substantial than a soap bubble.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Jetzt habe ich sie im visier!”</strong> the gunman snarled, satisfaction twisting his lips into a savage grimace of anticipation. <em>(“Now I have you in my sights!”)</em> He could not miss at this range, even if he had wanted to. Lining up his shot, he slowly began to depress the trigger…..</p><p></p><p>… suddenly the weapon twitched in his grip.</p><p></p><p>Before he could react, the gun had swung itself around as though grasped by invisible hands. The barrel now pointed at the driver of their own vehicle, who yelped in surprise as the hot metal brushed his neck.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Mein gott Fritz, bist du dabei?!”</strong> the other passenger gasped. <em>(My god Fritz, what are you doing?!”)</em></p><p></p><p>Boggle eyed, the man called Fritz had no answer for the actions of his rebellious firearm. He abandoned his hold over the gun, yet it continued to hover in the air between them.</p><p></p><p><u>Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!</u></p><p></p><p>Bullets punched smoking holes across the dashboard and shattered the windscreen. The driver threw himself to one side and the car swerved into the rear of a delivery truck parked on the side of the road.</p><p></p><p><u>CRASH!</u></p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>Braking sharply, Emilio narrowly avoided piling into the back end of the wrecked sedan. Three dazed and disorientated men tumbled from the smoking ruin of their vehicle, taking cover amongst the twisted debris from the high speed collision. A short, one-sided gunfight ensured and moments later, all three goons were dead.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Is it over?”</strong> Nicolas asked, poking his head out from where he had been cowering in the back seat of Emilio’s roadster.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook, Ook!”</strong> Columbus answered, patting his master on the head. <em>(“Yes, and if you act quickly, Emilio will never know that you piddled on the leather.”)</em></p><p></p><p>While Brett and Emilio search the bodies for leads, Doctor Gizmo finally turned up on what might actually be the world’s slowest jetpack. While none of the gunmen carried identification, Brett pulled the business card of a local journalist from one of the men’s pockets. </p><p></p><p><em>‘Miss Valerie Braveheart, Boston Herald’</em>. Turning the card over, the other side was scrawled with the handwritten message; <em>‘Starkweather Labs, help load tanks at 16:00’</em>.</p><p></p><p>The sound of emergency vehicles grew louder, their sirens wailing as they rushed to the scene of the crash. Brett and his friends piled back into Emilio’s bullet-riddled roadster and the Italian playboy hit the gas, leaving the constabulary to puzzle over the three dead Europeans littering the street.</p><p></p><p><em>To be continued….</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mikeawmids, post: 6417525, member: 6776411"] [u]Savage Worlds / Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 2[/u] In the plush, leather interior of Emelio’s expensive Italian sports car, Brett Hardcastle was wracked with torturous indecision. Instead of racing off after the assassins, should he not have stayed behind to help Jim - or at least to comfort his old friend in the final moments of his life? [b]“Don’t worry my friend, he’s in good hands!”[/b] Emilio called over his shoulder, [b]“The doctor is with him, I’m sure he’ll be fine!”[/b] Nicolas nodded vigorously. [b]“Ook? Ook!”[/b] Columbus pointed out. [i](“Doesn’t Gizmo specialise in rocket science? He’s never practised medicine in his life.”)[/i] [b]“Shut up, ape.”[/b] Nicolas hissed through his frozen smile. [b]“He was shot quite a lot,”[/b] Brett answered, unconvinced, [b]“Maybe we should turn around….”[/b] [b]“… and let the villains escape?”[/b] the Italian finished with a scornful chuckle, [b]“Emilio thinks not! Ready your weapons, we are gaining on them!”[/b] -- Outside the café, Doctor Gizmo knelt beside the bloody body of Jim Black and gave the man’s wounds a cursory examination. There sure was a lot of blood oozing from the half-dozen ragged holes in Black’s torso. [b]“It is my professional opinion that this man is dead.” [/b] [b]“Urgghhhh…..”[/b] [b]“Dying, then.”[/b] [b]“Urrghhh…”[/b] Black groaned, [b]“Starkweather…. Nazis! Urk!”[/b] Gizmo gave it a moment, then reached out and tentatively poked Black in the eye. The corpse did not react. [b]“Dead. Finally. Did anyone catch what he just said? It sounded important.”[/b] -- Several streets away, the killer’s dark sedan mounted the curb and swerved recklessly into a narrow alley. Pedestrians scattered like tenpins as the car screeched past, dangerously close. Emilio slammed his foot onto the accelerator and followed the gunmen into the grotty back streets of Boston. Leaning out over the side of the topless sports car [i]([b]“I like my cars like I like my women,”[/b] Emilio had chuckled)[/i] Brett popped off a couple of rounds from his trusty Colt sidearm. The rear window of the lead vehicle shattered and one brake light exploded in a bloom of broken glass. [b]“Ook!”[/b] Columbus enthused, reaching eagerly for the pistol nestled in Emilio’s glove box. [i](“Damn fine shot Brett, but allow me to demonstrate how a real homosapien shoots!”)[/i] The Italian slapped his hairy hand away. Ahead, the barrel of a tommygun emerged from the broken window and opened fire on the roadster! Emilio spun the wheel, veering from side to side as bullets sparked and ricocheted off the paintwork. [b]“I’m not sure which is going to kill us first, their gun or your driving!”[/b] Nicolas squealed as Emilio ploughed over something that may or may not have been a stray cat. [b]“I can’t do anything until we’re out of this damn alley!”[/b] the Italian snarled, [b]“Can’t you do something with your amazing powers of mesmerism?!”[/b] [b]“I honestly cannot tell if that was supposed to be sarcasm,”[/b] Nicolas answered after a moments consideration, [b]“Because my powers of mesmerism are rather amazing.”[/b] [b]“Just do something!”[/b] Brett interrupted, pausing to load a fresh clip into his gun. Pressing his fingers to either side of his head, Nicolas screwed his eyes closed and channelled the power of his astounding brain. Moments later, a slightly transparent image of an identical Italian sports car materialised in front of them, driven by a slightly transparent image of Emilio. Mirror images of Brett, Nicolas and Columbus sat squashed together in the back seat. Mirror Nicolas turned and waved cheerfully back at them. -- In the rear of the dark sedan, the man with the tommygun stopped shooting and rubbed his eyes in disbelief! There were now two identical cars pursuing them, both driven by incredibly handsome, Italian twins! [b]“Dreharbeiten zu halten!”[/b] the man beside him urged, fumbling with a box of pineapple-shaped grenades. [i](“Keep shooting!”)[/i] [b]“Bei welcher?”[/b] the gunman snapped. [i](“At which one?”)[/i] -- Bursting from the other end of the alley, both vehicles sped erratically through the steady flow of mid-morning Boston traffic, trading bullets whenever the other car veered back into view. The gunmen ineffectively split their fire between the real roadster and Nicolas’ illusion. [b]“Damn it!”[/b] Brett swore, ducking back into the car, [b]“I can’t get a clear shot! Someone is going to get killed if we keep this up.”[/b] [b]“I’ve got an idea, but you have to get me closer!”[/b] Nicolas said through gritted teeth. The strain of maintaining such a complicated illusion was causing sweat to bead upon his pale brow. Emilio dipped his head in acknowledgement and threw the car into top gear. -- [b]“Sie sind naher!”[/b] the driver of the dark sedan snapped, eyes wide with panic as he glanced from the road ahead to the little mirrors mounted on the sides of the car. [i](“They are gaining on us!”)[/i] Suddenly, one of the two Italian roadster simply vanished, popping out of existence as though it were no more substantial than a soap bubble. [b]“Jetzt habe ich sie im visier!”[/b] the gunman snarled, satisfaction twisting his lips into a savage grimace of anticipation. [i](“Now I have you in my sights!”)[/i] He could not miss at this range, even if he had wanted to. Lining up his shot, he slowly began to depress the trigger….. … suddenly the weapon twitched in his grip. Before he could react, the gun had swung itself around as though grasped by invisible hands. The barrel now pointed at the driver of their own vehicle, who yelped in surprise as the hot metal brushed his neck. [b]“Mein gott Fritz, bist du dabei?!”[/b] the other passenger gasped. [i](My god Fritz, what are you doing?!”)[/i] Boggle eyed, the man called Fritz had no answer for the actions of his rebellious firearm. He abandoned his hold over the gun, yet it continued to hover in the air between them. [u]Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam![/u] Bullets punched smoking holes across the dashboard and shattered the windscreen. The driver threw himself to one side and the car swerved into the rear of a delivery truck parked on the side of the road. [u]CRASH![/u] -- Braking sharply, Emilio narrowly avoided piling into the back end of the wrecked sedan. Three dazed and disorientated men tumbled from the smoking ruin of their vehicle, taking cover amongst the twisted debris from the high speed collision. A short, one-sided gunfight ensured and moments later, all three goons were dead. [b]“Is it over?”[/b] Nicolas asked, poking his head out from where he had been cowering in the back seat of Emilio’s roadster. [b]“Ook, Ook!”[/b] Columbus answered, patting his master on the head. [i](“Yes, and if you act quickly, Emilio will never know that you piddled on the leather.”)[/i] While Brett and Emilio search the bodies for leads, Doctor Gizmo finally turned up on what might actually be the world’s slowest jetpack. While none of the gunmen carried identification, Brett pulled the business card of a local journalist from one of the men’s pockets. [i]‘Miss Valerie Braveheart, Boston Herald’[/i]. Turning the card over, the other side was scrawled with the handwritten message; [i]‘Starkweather Labs, help load tanks at 16:00’[/i]. The sound of emergency vehicles grew louder, their sirens wailing as they rushed to the scene of the crash. Brett and his friends piled back into Emilio’s bullet-riddled roadster and the Italian playboy hit the gas, leaving the constabulary to puzzle over the three dead Europeans littering the street. [i]To be continued….[/i] [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
[Story Hour] Daring Tales of Adventure
Top