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
The Lost Boys vs The Sunless Citadel
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="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3834994" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Sorry for the delay, too much work and then a nasty virus.</p><p></p><p>Turn 6.1</p><p></p><p>The creature before them is Balsag, deadly Bugbear hunter, and his snapping Dire rat pals, Rip and Fang.</p><p></p><p>“Surrender now and we’ll go easy on you.” Dartamor figures he’ll try anything to avoid the impending combat; the Bugbear looks big, and tough.</p><p></p><p>“Rip, Fang- tear ‘em apart.”</p><p>“Oh sweet.” Grand Alf offers, “they’re nice names, which is which?”</p><p></p><p>But the rats are intent on other business.</p><p></p><p>“By all that is good and decent, and clean in the world, attack- slay the foul beasts of BEEE-ELL-ZEE-BOB.” Aleso charges, straight through the rats and at Balsag, which takes everyone by surprise; he’s been working on the fearless bit of his character it seems.</p><p></p><p>“BiffBangPow.” Grand Alf intones, the words on his scroll disappear as he reads them, and not one, but two Magic missiles dart out- one slams into each of the rats.</p><p></p><p>“Bloody hell, did you see that two Magic Missiles, I’m like a top Mage, what-d’ya-call-them, now…”</p><p></p><p>The rats however barely miss a stride, rush on, one at Saradomin who steps into meet the creature, “May St. Cuthbert strike down this terrible verminy-beast.” And he does, Saradomin’s heavy mace connects and sends the first creature spinning backwards, it tries to right itself but falls over again, kicks at the air a little and then expires.</p><p></p><p>“Kiss my mace you hairy blighter, St. Cuthbert’s in town.”</p><p></p><p>Saradomin flicks the dying Dire Rat the bird.</p><p></p><p>The second rat leaps at Grand Alf, chomps down on flesh and cloth and tears.</p><p></p><p>RIP</p><p></p><p>Leaving the Sorcerer with a gashed knee and wearing a mini-dress, the lower part of his robe finally gives way and is gone forever. The mighty mage looks slightly silly with his stick thin pale white legs exposed, he’s got odd socks on- one is light blue with white hoops and comes up to his knee, the other, complete with sock suspender, is small, grubby, and black.</p><p></p><p>He’s also wearing slippers, one bears the legend, ‘Sorcerers are Magic in bed’, while the other is in the shape of a large fluffy frog.</p><p></p><p>“You bugger.”</p><p></p><p>Fwong</p><p></p><p>Dartamor tumbles right, out of the rat fracas, aims his bow and fires, the arrow, strikes the cavern wall above the Bugbear and shatters.</p><p></p><p>“Damn.” Then he spots Grand Alf, who tries desperately to get his spear ready to stab the rat before him while stretching his robe down to cover his pale legs, and everything else, Dartamor giggles.</p><p></p><p>Aleso charges into Balsag, the Bugbear backs up a little to get some room, smashes his morningstar down and onto Aleso’s shield, which buckles on impact. The Paladin lances his scimitar into the gap at the Bugbears shoulder, between the plates of his armour, a trickle of blood soon turns into a river. The Bugbear staggers back into his lair- badly winded, Aleso follows him in.</p><p></p><p>“St. Cuthbert send the hound of hell, I mean heaven, to vanquish this fiendish foe.”</p><p></p><p>Saradomin weaves his Divine magic.</p><p></p><p>A snarling Yorkshire Terrier appears beside Balsag, the dog has a red rosette attached to its collar, it snaps and snarls then launches itself at the Bugbear’s ankle- sinks it’s teeth in and hangs on as the giant Goblin does some sort of desperate hokey-cokey, trying to dislodge the mutt.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf eventually gets his spear around the right way, lances it down hard at the rat, which dodges back out of his reach, his dress rides up to reveal he’s going commando.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin staggers backwards covering his eyes, “I’m blind”, he screams.</p><p></p><p>Jerky, you’d forgotten about him, suddenly springs to life- having stood statue through the early bouts of the melee, goggling at Grand Alf’s antics. The Gnome rushes into intercept the rat’s path back to Grand Alf, swishes mightily with his light mace to keep the creature at bay.</p><p></p><p>Fwong</p><p></p><p>Dartamor is aiming for the rat; he misses Jerky by inches, the Gnome glances at the Rogue, his look full of menace.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf sees his opportunity, squats down pulling the rest of his robe over his ankles and frog-hops away from the fight.</p><p></p><p>“It’s so undignifying, I feel violated.” The Sorcerer mutters.</p><p> </p><p>Back to the Paladin…</p><p></p><p>“Now you die.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso winds up his best shot, and slices hard.</p><p></p><p>But the Bugbears not there any more, hoped off still toting the snarling hound, teeth still sunk into his leg.</p><p></p><p>Aleso spirals once, twice, thr… nearly, his momentum carries him smack-bang into the cavern wall- head first, he drops lack a sack-of-spuds, out-for-the-count.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf squat-turns, just in time to see Aleso crumple to the floor.</p><p></p><p>“Right that’s it.” The Sorcerer grabs another scroll, and seconds later- “BiffBangPow, if you want something doing you have to do it yourself.”</p><p></p><p>Two Magic Missiles arc from the Sorcerer’s hand, and thump into Balsag who totters backwards, still complete with dog.</p><p></p><p>Fwung</p><p></p><p>The arrow misses Balsag, it’s the rats turn next to have an arrow fly by it. Dartamor flips out for a second, goes to smash his bow and then recovers his mental faculties, he grabs another arrow, notches it.</p><p></p><p>Jerky swings again, misses the rat by a mile, the creature still cannot close to the thrashing Gnome however.</p><p></p><p>“If you want something doing you have to do it yourself.” Saradomin mutters and kicks Jerky out of the way and cannons into the rat.</p><p></p><p>THUNK</p><p></p><p>An underarm Golff shot with his heavy mace. ‘Golff’, a popular Dwarven pastime, entails smashing a Goblin’s head (detached) around a set course with a blunt instrument the winner is the one that gets the head in a hole in the ground with a flag next to it in the fewest shots. When the Gnomes got hold of the game they added numerous barriers and devices to the course, to further test the players skills, the most famous of which was a windmill- you have to smack the Goblin head between the sails and through a hole at the base of the structure, this game later became known as ‘Crazy Golff.” It didn’t catch on, although the Gnomes love it apparently.</p><p></p><p>It didn’t help that the windmill was some thirty feet tall and served as home to a family of Humans; a Mr. Miller, wife, son and daughter it is believed, it did grind corn though. </p><p></p><p>The second rat spirals into the air for a second and then thumps into the cavern wall- dead. Saradomin claps his hands together, a job well done.</p><p></p><p>Balsag has finally had enough of the ferocious Terrier, he smashes his leg into the cavern wall, crushing the mutt in the process, which turns into nothing more than vapour and dust.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin, continues to take advantage of his newly discovered mean streak, he dashes into a momentarily befuddled Balsag and smashes his heavy mace into the creature’s knee, the Bugbear screams and attempts to hop away.</p><p></p><p>“Oh no you don’t- Aaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh.”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf rises to his full height, screams and rushes at Balsag, tackle out, his mini dress leaving nothing to the imagination.</p><p></p><p>He’s abandoned his spear and is now swinging “Grand Alf’s Staff of Earth Moving”, which looks a lot like a spade.</p><p></p><p>Balsag stumbles backwards- terrified by the ghostly (he’s that pale) apparition screeching towards him.</p><p></p><p>BWoM.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf’s Staff of Earth Moving connects with the side of the Bugbear’s head, catching the creature completely off-guard, teeth and blood shoot from its mouth. He stands stunned for a second, woozy, wobbling, staggering left and right.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf affects a pose; leaning on his Staff of… oh it’s a bloody spade.</p><p></p><p>The Sorcerer sucks in a lungful of air, and blows, aiming the breeze at Balsag.</p><p></p><p>The Bugbear totters again and then crunches to the cold stone floor, nose first, breaking things, including bits of the cavern floor, he’s very dead.</p><p></p><p>“Someone wake up the Paladin, tell him it’s safe, the fighting’s over. Oh and before you do, check his backpack for a spare pair of pants, there’s a draft in here.” </p><p></p><p>Next Turn: Goblin Science 101</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3834994, member: 16069"] Sorry for the delay, too much work and then a nasty virus. Turn 6.1 The creature before them is Balsag, deadly Bugbear hunter, and his snapping Dire rat pals, Rip and Fang. “Surrender now and we’ll go easy on you.” Dartamor figures he’ll try anything to avoid the impending combat; the Bugbear looks big, and tough. “Rip, Fang- tear ‘em apart.” “Oh sweet.” Grand Alf offers, “they’re nice names, which is which?” But the rats are intent on other business. “By all that is good and decent, and clean in the world, attack- slay the foul beasts of BEEE-ELL-ZEE-BOB.” Aleso charges, straight through the rats and at Balsag, which takes everyone by surprise; he’s been working on the fearless bit of his character it seems. “BiffBangPow.” Grand Alf intones, the words on his scroll disappear as he reads them, and not one, but two Magic missiles dart out- one slams into each of the rats. “Bloody hell, did you see that two Magic Missiles, I’m like a top Mage, what-d’ya-call-them, now…” The rats however barely miss a stride, rush on, one at Saradomin who steps into meet the creature, “May St. Cuthbert strike down this terrible verminy-beast.” And he does, Saradomin’s heavy mace connects and sends the first creature spinning backwards, it tries to right itself but falls over again, kicks at the air a little and then expires. “Kiss my mace you hairy blighter, St. Cuthbert’s in town.” Saradomin flicks the dying Dire Rat the bird. The second rat leaps at Grand Alf, chomps down on flesh and cloth and tears. RIP Leaving the Sorcerer with a gashed knee and wearing a mini-dress, the lower part of his robe finally gives way and is gone forever. The mighty mage looks slightly silly with his stick thin pale white legs exposed, he’s got odd socks on- one is light blue with white hoops and comes up to his knee, the other, complete with sock suspender, is small, grubby, and black. He’s also wearing slippers, one bears the legend, ‘Sorcerers are Magic in bed’, while the other is in the shape of a large fluffy frog. “You bugger.” Fwong Dartamor tumbles right, out of the rat fracas, aims his bow and fires, the arrow, strikes the cavern wall above the Bugbear and shatters. “Damn.” Then he spots Grand Alf, who tries desperately to get his spear ready to stab the rat before him while stretching his robe down to cover his pale legs, and everything else, Dartamor giggles. Aleso charges into Balsag, the Bugbear backs up a little to get some room, smashes his morningstar down and onto Aleso’s shield, which buckles on impact. The Paladin lances his scimitar into the gap at the Bugbears shoulder, between the plates of his armour, a trickle of blood soon turns into a river. The Bugbear staggers back into his lair- badly winded, Aleso follows him in. “St. Cuthbert send the hound of hell, I mean heaven, to vanquish this fiendish foe.” Saradomin weaves his Divine magic. A snarling Yorkshire Terrier appears beside Balsag, the dog has a red rosette attached to its collar, it snaps and snarls then launches itself at the Bugbear’s ankle- sinks it’s teeth in and hangs on as the giant Goblin does some sort of desperate hokey-cokey, trying to dislodge the mutt. Grand Alf eventually gets his spear around the right way, lances it down hard at the rat, which dodges back out of his reach, his dress rides up to reveal he’s going commando. Saradomin staggers backwards covering his eyes, “I’m blind”, he screams. Jerky, you’d forgotten about him, suddenly springs to life- having stood statue through the early bouts of the melee, goggling at Grand Alf’s antics. The Gnome rushes into intercept the rat’s path back to Grand Alf, swishes mightily with his light mace to keep the creature at bay. Fwong Dartamor is aiming for the rat; he misses Jerky by inches, the Gnome glances at the Rogue, his look full of menace. Grand Alf sees his opportunity, squats down pulling the rest of his robe over his ankles and frog-hops away from the fight. “It’s so undignifying, I feel violated.” The Sorcerer mutters. Back to the Paladin… “Now you die.” Aleso winds up his best shot, and slices hard. But the Bugbears not there any more, hoped off still toting the snarling hound, teeth still sunk into his leg. Aleso spirals once, twice, thr… nearly, his momentum carries him smack-bang into the cavern wall- head first, he drops lack a sack-of-spuds, out-for-the-count. Grand Alf squat-turns, just in time to see Aleso crumple to the floor. “Right that’s it.” The Sorcerer grabs another scroll, and seconds later- “BiffBangPow, if you want something doing you have to do it yourself.” Two Magic Missiles arc from the Sorcerer’s hand, and thump into Balsag who totters backwards, still complete with dog. Fwung The arrow misses Balsag, it’s the rats turn next to have an arrow fly by it. Dartamor flips out for a second, goes to smash his bow and then recovers his mental faculties, he grabs another arrow, notches it. Jerky swings again, misses the rat by a mile, the creature still cannot close to the thrashing Gnome however. “If you want something doing you have to do it yourself.” Saradomin mutters and kicks Jerky out of the way and cannons into the rat. THUNK An underarm Golff shot with his heavy mace. ‘Golff’, a popular Dwarven pastime, entails smashing a Goblin’s head (detached) around a set course with a blunt instrument the winner is the one that gets the head in a hole in the ground with a flag next to it in the fewest shots. When the Gnomes got hold of the game they added numerous barriers and devices to the course, to further test the players skills, the most famous of which was a windmill- you have to smack the Goblin head between the sails and through a hole at the base of the structure, this game later became known as ‘Crazy Golff.” It didn’t catch on, although the Gnomes love it apparently. It didn’t help that the windmill was some thirty feet tall and served as home to a family of Humans; a Mr. Miller, wife, son and daughter it is believed, it did grind corn though. The second rat spirals into the air for a second and then thumps into the cavern wall- dead. Saradomin claps his hands together, a job well done. Balsag has finally had enough of the ferocious Terrier, he smashes his leg into the cavern wall, crushing the mutt in the process, which turns into nothing more than vapour and dust. Saradomin, continues to take advantage of his newly discovered mean streak, he dashes into a momentarily befuddled Balsag and smashes his heavy mace into the creature’s knee, the Bugbear screams and attempts to hop away. “Oh no you don’t- Aaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh.” Grand Alf rises to his full height, screams and rushes at Balsag, tackle out, his mini dress leaving nothing to the imagination. He’s abandoned his spear and is now swinging “Grand Alf’s Staff of Earth Moving”, which looks a lot like a spade. Balsag stumbles backwards- terrified by the ghostly (he’s that pale) apparition screeching towards him. BWoM. Grand Alf’s Staff of Earth Moving connects with the side of the Bugbear’s head, catching the creature completely off-guard, teeth and blood shoot from its mouth. He stands stunned for a second, woozy, wobbling, staggering left and right. Grand Alf affects a pose; leaning on his Staff of… oh it’s a bloody spade. The Sorcerer sucks in a lungful of air, and blows, aiming the breeze at Balsag. The Bugbear totters again and then crunches to the cold stone floor, nose first, breaking things, including bits of the cavern floor, he’s very dead. “Someone wake up the Paladin, tell him it’s safe, the fighting’s over. Oh and before you do, check his backpack for a spare pair of pants, there’s a draft in here.” Next Turn: Goblin Science 101 [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Lost Boys vs The Sunless Citadel
Top