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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4828166" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Bloody hell, and then I went looking, into the darkest recesses of my PC (not even the same PC that I wrote this story hour on)...</p><p></p><p>Turn 19. “Clear up your mess.”</p><p></p><p>The Sinister Secret of Whiterock.</p><p></p><p>An hour passes, mostly in enforced isolation, then they’re back.</p><p></p><p>“So what qualifications did you say you had?”</p><p>Fandango, all tight leather armour and Half-Elven Rogue, just delivered from the Drake, “I thought…” She looks at Gina, the Gnome shakes her head- no help there.</p><p></p><p>Cestode continues, “if you were in a balloon, and it was rising higher, and you had to throw someone out, because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to get back, who would you throw out… to earth, so you could get back there. Who?”</p><p>The Half-Elf scans the vacant faces that surround her.</p><p>“Easy. You.”</p><p></p><p>Time passes- Cestode works it out.</p><p>“Moradin you…” Twiglet restrains him.</p><p>“I want an equal share, minimum 100 gold, else I head back to Cillimar.” Fandango states.</p><p>“That’s an outrage, I…” Twiglet struggles to keep a grip on the frothing Paladin.</p><p>“That a deal?” Fandango asks and removes an errant piece of lint from her attire.</p><p>“One hundred- I’ll give you one… One of these.” Cestode proffers a meaty fist.</p><p>“Thanks for the exercise.” Fandango goes to leave.</p><p>“Wait.” Gina sees sense, “equal shares, including the magic, and fifty minimum.”</p><p>“What magic, I thought we were after some kids- what’s down there?”</p><p>“Don’t worry about that- there’s magic down there, fifty minimum.”</p><p>“Seventy five- up front.”</p><p>Cestode makes animal noises as he struggles.</p><p>“Deal.” Gina concludes.</p><p></p><p>Two or three minutes of stuggling and swearing later order is restored, well… of a sort. Cestode’s still not happy.</p><p></p><p>“Can you check the door ahead.” Gina points, Fandango nods, “I’ll put my talents to work, if you’ll keep the lumbering Dwarf at bay.”</p><p>Cestode fumes, and then thinks- possibly a first.</p><p>“How do we know, y’know- how do we know that you’re up to it- the job?” The Paladin of Moradin grins.</p><p>“What?”</p><p>“Look over there”, Cestode points, “that skull, in the corner, on the crate- get it for me, if you can do that, then…”</p><p>“Just the skull?” Fandango looks confused, “why?”</p><p>“Cestode, that’s a tr…” Twiglet starts up but is cut short.</p><p>“A test- just a test.” Cestode declares.</p><p>Fandango shrugs and mooches over to have a look at the skull lodged in the corner.</p><p></p><p>“NO.” Twiglet’s getting angry, he stomps off down the passage- to the door, “we need you to check out this…”</p><p></p><p>FWUD- “Aaaaaaaaaagh…”</p><p></p><p>And…</p><p></p><p>CRUNCH</p><p></p><p>Two things happen at once, Twiglet reaches the end of the passage- the floor gives way- he falls. At the same time Fandango reaches in and grabs the skull, tugs it, one corner of ceiling collapses but the Half-Elf is too quick, she’s out of the way- rubble and dust fill the air.</p><p></p><p>PLOOOOOOSH</p><p></p><p>Twiglet plummets into deep water, and somehow retains enough cool to furiously flap towards the surface- more by luck than judgement, the water is a little cloudy to say the least.</p><p></p><p>He breaks the surface.</p><p></p><p>“I’m alri…”</p><p></p><p>Then spots a very large Rat, a Dire Rat in fact, paddling towards him- he grabs out his dagger.</p><p></p><p>“Rats- get down here”, Twiglet calls up, “quickly.”</p><p></p><p>Up top things are not going to plan, the dust clears and lying amidst the rubble are the skeletal remains of a trio of, well- Skeletons, Orc in size and shape, oh look they’re picking themselves up and reaching for weapons, jagged, rusty scimitars.</p><p></p><p>“Rope- grab.” Grungarak gets to work, throws his rope down the newly formed hole and passes the end to Gina and Fandango. “Clear up your mess.” The Half-Orc shouts at Cestode then nods at the pair holding the rope- they take the strain, the Half-Orc descends.</p><p></p><p>Cestode shrugs, unlimbers his warhammer, spits on his hands and grins- “come to daddy.”</p><p></p><p>The first Orc Skeleton obliges and is smashed to smithereens.</p><p></p><p>“So he’s good for something.” Fandango whispers to Gina, who smiles.</p><p></p><p>Down below Twiglet snarls, the Rat splashes towards her and is stabbed in the belly, once, then twice- it floats off lifeless.</p><p></p><p>PLASH-PLASH</p><p></p><p>Twiglet looks about, two more Dire Rats have taken to the water, he frantically scans the circular cavern, some sort of a cistern- spots an opening, a set of stairs leading up out of the stinky water. He paddles furiously, thrashes the water to foam in an effort to get there.</p><p></p><p>PLOOOOSH</p><p></p><p>Grungarak falls the last ten feet into the stinking water, grabs a rat in passing, and submerges- rip, tear, rend. The Half-Orc surfaces and discards the corpse of the deceased Dire Rat neck broken by his crushing hands.</p><p></p><p>Twiglet makes the stairs, spins around as the last rat follows on, slices the thing but not before it’s taken a bloody chunk out of his ankle.</p><p></p><p>RAAAAAAAR</p><p></p><p>The noise comes from behind him, he spins around again- dagger still in hand.</p><p></p><p>Out of the darkened stinking chamber up the stairs ahead comes a huge creature all matted fur, clawed paws and terrifying beak- hang on, beak- it’s an Owlbear, a juvenile, but still six feet at the shoulder, Twiglet looks down at his dagger, back up at the Owlbear, turns once more, and plunges back into the foetid water.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 4828166, member: 16069"] Bloody hell, and then I went looking, into the darkest recesses of my PC (not even the same PC that I wrote this story hour on)... Turn 19. “Clear up your mess.” The Sinister Secret of Whiterock. An hour passes, mostly in enforced isolation, then they’re back. “So what qualifications did you say you had?” Fandango, all tight leather armour and Half-Elven Rogue, just delivered from the Drake, “I thought…” She looks at Gina, the Gnome shakes her head- no help there. Cestode continues, “if you were in a balloon, and it was rising higher, and you had to throw someone out, because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to get back, who would you throw out… to earth, so you could get back there. Who?” The Half-Elf scans the vacant faces that surround her. “Easy. You.” Time passes- Cestode works it out. “Moradin you…” Twiglet restrains him. “I want an equal share, minimum 100 gold, else I head back to Cillimar.” Fandango states. “That’s an outrage, I…” Twiglet struggles to keep a grip on the frothing Paladin. “That a deal?” Fandango asks and removes an errant piece of lint from her attire. “One hundred- I’ll give you one… One of these.” Cestode proffers a meaty fist. “Thanks for the exercise.” Fandango goes to leave. “Wait.” Gina sees sense, “equal shares, including the magic, and fifty minimum.” “What magic, I thought we were after some kids- what’s down there?” “Don’t worry about that- there’s magic down there, fifty minimum.” “Seventy five- up front.” Cestode makes animal noises as he struggles. “Deal.” Gina concludes. Two or three minutes of stuggling and swearing later order is restored, well… of a sort. Cestode’s still not happy. “Can you check the door ahead.” Gina points, Fandango nods, “I’ll put my talents to work, if you’ll keep the lumbering Dwarf at bay.” Cestode fumes, and then thinks- possibly a first. “How do we know, y’know- how do we know that you’re up to it- the job?” The Paladin of Moradin grins. “What?” “Look over there”, Cestode points, “that skull, in the corner, on the crate- get it for me, if you can do that, then…” “Just the skull?” Fandango looks confused, “why?” “Cestode, that’s a tr…” Twiglet starts up but is cut short. “A test- just a test.” Cestode declares. Fandango shrugs and mooches over to have a look at the skull lodged in the corner. “NO.” Twiglet’s getting angry, he stomps off down the passage- to the door, “we need you to check out this…” FWUD- “Aaaaaaaaaagh…” And… CRUNCH Two things happen at once, Twiglet reaches the end of the passage- the floor gives way- he falls. At the same time Fandango reaches in and grabs the skull, tugs it, one corner of ceiling collapses but the Half-Elf is too quick, she’s out of the way- rubble and dust fill the air. PLOOOOOOSH Twiglet plummets into deep water, and somehow retains enough cool to furiously flap towards the surface- more by luck than judgement, the water is a little cloudy to say the least. He breaks the surface. “I’m alri…” Then spots a very large Rat, a Dire Rat in fact, paddling towards him- he grabs out his dagger. “Rats- get down here”, Twiglet calls up, “quickly.” Up top things are not going to plan, the dust clears and lying amidst the rubble are the skeletal remains of a trio of, well- Skeletons, Orc in size and shape, oh look they’re picking themselves up and reaching for weapons, jagged, rusty scimitars. “Rope- grab.” Grungarak gets to work, throws his rope down the newly formed hole and passes the end to Gina and Fandango. “Clear up your mess.” The Half-Orc shouts at Cestode then nods at the pair holding the rope- they take the strain, the Half-Orc descends. Cestode shrugs, unlimbers his warhammer, spits on his hands and grins- “come to daddy.” The first Orc Skeleton obliges and is smashed to smithereens. “So he’s good for something.” Fandango whispers to Gina, who smiles. Down below Twiglet snarls, the Rat splashes towards her and is stabbed in the belly, once, then twice- it floats off lifeless. PLASH-PLASH Twiglet looks about, two more Dire Rats have taken to the water, he frantically scans the circular cavern, some sort of a cistern- spots an opening, a set of stairs leading up out of the stinky water. He paddles furiously, thrashes the water to foam in an effort to get there. PLOOOOSH Grungarak falls the last ten feet into the stinking water, grabs a rat in passing, and submerges- rip, tear, rend. The Half-Orc surfaces and discards the corpse of the deceased Dire Rat neck broken by his crushing hands. Twiglet makes the stairs, spins around as the last rat follows on, slices the thing but not before it’s taken a bloody chunk out of his ankle. RAAAAAAAR The noise comes from behind him, he spins around again- dagger still in hand. Out of the darkened stinking chamber up the stairs ahead comes a huge creature all matted fur, clawed paws and terrifying beak- hang on, beak- it’s an Owlbear, a juvenile, but still six feet at the shoulder, Twiglet looks down at his dagger, back up at the Owlbear, turns once more, and plunges back into the foetid water. [/QUOTE]
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