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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 7535287" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Thanks to both of you- very much appreciated. I've done a few story hours previously, including a couple that I've really enjoyed- I'm aiming for one post a week with this one, and I've plenty of notes so it's just a case of keeping on with it, and of course I'm enjoying reliving the sessions. I sometimes think I DM just so that I can revisit past sessions in my head and laugh at the fools we made of ourselves.</p><p></p><p>Do either of you remember the film they made based on this scenario, I think it was called "Phandelving!", or something like that. I remember the opening scene...</p><p></p><p><strong>FADE IN TO:</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>EXT. ROCKY HILLSIDE- DAY</strong></p><p></p><p>Scree and rocks, treacherous underfoot, particularly now with the rain lashing down- rivulets of muddy water cascade down the hillside.</p><p></p><p>Front and centre a cave entrance set in a broad stone bluff, around the opening scurf and debris signify the place has been inhabited for some time, although the deluge is doing its best to wash the evidence away.</p><p></p><p>Every now and then the screen flashes as lightning strikes elsewhere. Likewise, every now and then, far off thunder rumbles. The timing of these two atmospheric effects move closer together as the storm approaches our position. </p><p></p><p>A dwarf suddenly emerges from the dark cave and in to the downpour, this is NUNDRO.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO clutches a large iron kettle in his hands, he hefts the kettle skywards- attempting to catch the falling rain in its spout. </p><p></p><p>He skips and dances, cavorts with the kettle held aloft- the activity seems ill-conceived.</p><p></p><p>We get close in to NUNDRO, he’s a young male dwarf (although most dwarves look like squat paunchy middle-aged men). He wears rough and dirty clothes, and has a spade strapped to his back. NUNDRO’s face is surrounded on all sides by a shock of wiry ginger hair, beard and scalp- it’s as if his hair is trying to grow away from his gurning visage. The effect is comic.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO gurns, pokes his tongue out in concentration, and generally reacts to events via the features of his face, he goes through half-a-dozen emotions in a matter of seconds- Joy, a drop of rain enters the spout of the kettle; Misery, many more drops alas do not; Anguish- see previous; Hope and so on. His features tell us all we need to know about NUNDRO, moment by moment.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO is obviously an imbecile.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO shakes the kettle, he is by now soaked to the skin, then cautiously lifts the lid- all the while trying to avoid the rain entering through the upper opening, he peers within- the kettle it seems is still mostly empty.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO goes back to his kettle-filling dance, only now he (and we) can hear sounds- mostly grunts and groans, coming from the cave opening behind him.</p><p></p><p>Eventually NUNDRO turns his back on us and stares in to the depths of the cave.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">NUNDRO</p> <p style="text-align: center">(Questioning)</p> <p style="text-align: center">Diggy-diggy?</p><p></p><p>Over time we will learn that NUNDRO has little in the way of conversation, in fact the only words to emerge from his mouth in all his years are “Diggy-diggy”, always the pair- never a solo “Diggy”. It is therefore all down to intonation for NUNDRO, as we will discover.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">NUNDRO</p> <p style="text-align: center">(Determined)</p> <p style="text-align: center">Diggy-diggy.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO hustles in to the cave, still clutching the mostly empty kettle.</p><p></p><p><strong>INT. CAVERN- CONTINUOUS</strong></p><p></p><p>A much used and abused camp site a little way in to the cavern, which extends back in to darkness. A cooking fire burns, illuminating assorted bedrolls and backpacks, mining tools and associated gear. Also strewn about the place are the broken or discarded remnants of previous encampments- ripped and torn canvas, a broken tent, a wheelbarrow without a wheel, etc.</p><p></p><p>The walls, here and there, are scrawled with graffiti- “Pog is a GIT!”, “Halia is a BITCH!”, and “Nundro sucks ROCK!!!”</p><p></p><p>Of immediate concern (and interest) however is the rolling bolus of dwarves- two of them grappling and groaning on the floor in the middle of the camp site, the pair are engaged in a titanic battle.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO watches on, as do we.</p><p></p><p>The two dwarves locked in unarmed combat are-</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN, a much older and fatter dwarf, his clothes are a little more expensive but equally dishevelled. His hair and beard in the same style as NUNDRO, although a shock of white.</p><p></p><p>THARDEN, a few years younger than GUNDREN, his clothes are much much dirtier- ragged in places, he has the same hair, although completely bald on top.</p><p></p><p>Observant watchers could reasonably assume that the three dwarves are in fact brothers, although there’s a significant gap in ages between GUNDREN, THARDEN & the much younger NUNDRO.</p><p> </p><p>The fat wrestling dwarves do their utmost to dispel the idea that all of their kind are adept at the martial arts, the fight is a mess- akin to a spat between a pair of vigorous but vastly unskilled seven year olds in the school playground.</p><p></p><p>The wrestling and rolling continues for a while, interspersed with odd gabbled or screeched comment, like these-</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">GUNDREN</p> <p style="text-align: center">Moradin’s great hairy testicles! Stop it!</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center">THARDEN</p> <p style="text-align: center">You’re a wazzock Gundren Rockseeker, a fat hairy wazzock!</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center">GUNDREN</p> <p style="text-align: center">(Questioning)</p> <p style="text-align: center">Yeah?</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center">THARDEN</p> <p style="text-align: center">(Certain)</p> <p style="text-align: center">Yeah!</p><p></p><p>And on it goes.</p><p></p><p>As the fight continues the atmospheric effects become more apparent, outside of the cave the lightning flashes brighter, more often and for longer; while the volume and the intensity of the thunder continues to be ratcheted up.</p><p></p><p>Highlights of the fight include the following vignettes-</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN lines up THARDEN for a haymaker, misses by a mile- spins 360 degrees on the spot and falls in to the campfire, THARDEN looks temporarily concerned and helps to extract a shrieking GUNDREN from the flames. GUNDREN sees his opportunity and attempts a second haymaker, also a complete miss- followed by another 360 resulting in him falling head first in to a growing puddle. His scorched clothes smoke and steam.</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN and THARDEN in the clinch- mutually assured destruction by headlock, THARDEN rubs his knuckles hard on to GUNDREN’s head. GUNDREN shrieks.</p><p></p><p>Still in the clinch, GUNDREN puts his first finger in his mouth, swishes it about a bit, and then rams the wet digit in to THARDEN’s ear, and thus breaks the clinch as THARDEN retreats making “ewww” noises and ringing out the offending lughole.</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN attempts to punch THARDEN, a straight arm jab- mid flurry he lurches and falls forward, connects not with THARDEN’s face but with his genitals. </p><p></p><p>Moments later THARDEN is bent double, dry-heaving, while GUNDREN pats and rubs his brother’s back. The truce however is temporary, as THARDEN attempts to sweep GUNDREN’s legs, he misses and connects with a full barrel of water- CRUNCH!</p><p></p><p>THARDEN is next seen hopping furiously, attempting to clutch his now throbbing foot- alas he is too fat to reach his foot. Moments later he falls over.</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN pointing and grinning at THARDEN, he takes a step back- such is his mirth, stands on the blade of a pick, the handle of the tool catapults forward and slams in to GUNDREN’s knee- he falls.</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN eventually levers himself to his feet, he has fallen in to and become wedged in a wheelbarrow (without a wheel). He wriggles furiously, dances around trying to dislodge the wheelbarrow, it’s going nowhere. He looks like a portly Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.</p><p></p><p>THARDEN sees his opportunity and rushes in, another wild punch which GUNDREN sees in time and turns away from. THARDEN’s fist connects with the GUNDREN’s wheelbarrow carapace and he’s sent dancing away wringing his now smarting hand, yelping.</p><p></p><p>GUNDREN finally gets free of the wheelbarrow, he rushes towards THARDEN- grabs him, and the pair sink once again to the dirty ground, in exactly the same spot in which we first saw the battling duo.</p><p></p><p>NUNDRO watches on- all the while pulling faces.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">NUNDRO</p> <p style="text-align: center">(Exasperated)</p> <p style="text-align: center">Diggy-diggy.</p><p></p><p>A casual observer could easily conclude that the present fracas is an ongoing affair, it has been going on for years, scratch that- decades, and will most likely continue for many decades to come.</p><p></p><p>The fight, for want of a better word, goes on.</p><p></p><p>Until…</p><p></p><p>Script end.</p><p></p><p>It's been a funny day.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 7535287, member: 16069"] Thanks to both of you- very much appreciated. I've done a few story hours previously, including a couple that I've really enjoyed- I'm aiming for one post a week with this one, and I've plenty of notes so it's just a case of keeping on with it, and of course I'm enjoying reliving the sessions. I sometimes think I DM just so that I can revisit past sessions in my head and laugh at the fools we made of ourselves. Do either of you remember the film they made based on this scenario, I think it was called "Phandelving!", or something like that. I remember the opening scene... [B]FADE IN TO:[/B] [B]EXT. ROCKY HILLSIDE- DAY[/B] Scree and rocks, treacherous underfoot, particularly now with the rain lashing down- rivulets of muddy water cascade down the hillside. Front and centre a cave entrance set in a broad stone bluff, around the opening scurf and debris signify the place has been inhabited for some time, although the deluge is doing its best to wash the evidence away. Every now and then the screen flashes as lightning strikes elsewhere. Likewise, every now and then, far off thunder rumbles. The timing of these two atmospheric effects move closer together as the storm approaches our position. A dwarf suddenly emerges from the dark cave and in to the downpour, this is NUNDRO. NUNDRO clutches a large iron kettle in his hands, he hefts the kettle skywards- attempting to catch the falling rain in its spout. He skips and dances, cavorts with the kettle held aloft- the activity seems ill-conceived. We get close in to NUNDRO, he’s a young male dwarf (although most dwarves look like squat paunchy middle-aged men). He wears rough and dirty clothes, and has a spade strapped to his back. NUNDRO’s face is surrounded on all sides by a shock of wiry ginger hair, beard and scalp- it’s as if his hair is trying to grow away from his gurning visage. The effect is comic. NUNDRO gurns, pokes his tongue out in concentration, and generally reacts to events via the features of his face, he goes through half-a-dozen emotions in a matter of seconds- Joy, a drop of rain enters the spout of the kettle; Misery, many more drops alas do not; Anguish- see previous; Hope and so on. His features tell us all we need to know about NUNDRO, moment by moment. NUNDRO is obviously an imbecile. NUNDRO shakes the kettle, he is by now soaked to the skin, then cautiously lifts the lid- all the while trying to avoid the rain entering through the upper opening, he peers within- the kettle it seems is still mostly empty. NUNDRO goes back to his kettle-filling dance, only now he (and we) can hear sounds- mostly grunts and groans, coming from the cave opening behind him. Eventually NUNDRO turns his back on us and stares in to the depths of the cave. [CENTER]NUNDRO (Questioning) Diggy-diggy?[/CENTER] Over time we will learn that NUNDRO has little in the way of conversation, in fact the only words to emerge from his mouth in all his years are “Diggy-diggy”, always the pair- never a solo “Diggy”. It is therefore all down to intonation for NUNDRO, as we will discover. [CENTER]NUNDRO (Determined) Diggy-diggy.[/CENTER] NUNDRO hustles in to the cave, still clutching the mostly empty kettle. [B]INT. CAVERN- CONTINUOUS[/B] A much used and abused camp site a little way in to the cavern, which extends back in to darkness. A cooking fire burns, illuminating assorted bedrolls and backpacks, mining tools and associated gear. Also strewn about the place are the broken or discarded remnants of previous encampments- ripped and torn canvas, a broken tent, a wheelbarrow without a wheel, etc. The walls, here and there, are scrawled with graffiti- “Pog is a GIT!”, “Halia is a BITCH!”, and “Nundro sucks ROCK!!!” Of immediate concern (and interest) however is the rolling bolus of dwarves- two of them grappling and groaning on the floor in the middle of the camp site, the pair are engaged in a titanic battle. NUNDRO watches on, as do we. The two dwarves locked in unarmed combat are- GUNDREN, a much older and fatter dwarf, his clothes are a little more expensive but equally dishevelled. His hair and beard in the same style as NUNDRO, although a shock of white. THARDEN, a few years younger than GUNDREN, his clothes are much much dirtier- ragged in places, he has the same hair, although completely bald on top. Observant watchers could reasonably assume that the three dwarves are in fact brothers, although there’s a significant gap in ages between GUNDREN, THARDEN & the much younger NUNDRO. The fat wrestling dwarves do their utmost to dispel the idea that all of their kind are adept at the martial arts, the fight is a mess- akin to a spat between a pair of vigorous but vastly unskilled seven year olds in the school playground. The wrestling and rolling continues for a while, interspersed with odd gabbled or screeched comment, like these- [CENTER]GUNDREN Moradin’s great hairy testicles! Stop it! THARDEN You’re a wazzock Gundren Rockseeker, a fat hairy wazzock! GUNDREN (Questioning) Yeah? THARDEN (Certain) Yeah![/CENTER] And on it goes. As the fight continues the atmospheric effects become more apparent, outside of the cave the lightning flashes brighter, more often and for longer; while the volume and the intensity of the thunder continues to be ratcheted up. Highlights of the fight include the following vignettes- GUNDREN lines up THARDEN for a haymaker, misses by a mile- spins 360 degrees on the spot and falls in to the campfire, THARDEN looks temporarily concerned and helps to extract a shrieking GUNDREN from the flames. GUNDREN sees his opportunity and attempts a second haymaker, also a complete miss- followed by another 360 resulting in him falling head first in to a growing puddle. His scorched clothes smoke and steam. GUNDREN and THARDEN in the clinch- mutually assured destruction by headlock, THARDEN rubs his knuckles hard on to GUNDREN’s head. GUNDREN shrieks. Still in the clinch, GUNDREN puts his first finger in his mouth, swishes it about a bit, and then rams the wet digit in to THARDEN’s ear, and thus breaks the clinch as THARDEN retreats making “ewww” noises and ringing out the offending lughole. GUNDREN attempts to punch THARDEN, a straight arm jab- mid flurry he lurches and falls forward, connects not with THARDEN’s face but with his genitals. Moments later THARDEN is bent double, dry-heaving, while GUNDREN pats and rubs his brother’s back. The truce however is temporary, as THARDEN attempts to sweep GUNDREN’s legs, he misses and connects with a full barrel of water- CRUNCH! THARDEN is next seen hopping furiously, attempting to clutch his now throbbing foot- alas he is too fat to reach his foot. Moments later he falls over. GUNDREN pointing and grinning at THARDEN, he takes a step back- such is his mirth, stands on the blade of a pick, the handle of the tool catapults forward and slams in to GUNDREN’s knee- he falls. GUNDREN eventually levers himself to his feet, he has fallen in to and become wedged in a wheelbarrow (without a wheel). He wriggles furiously, dances around trying to dislodge the wheelbarrow, it’s going nowhere. He looks like a portly Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. THARDEN sees his opportunity and rushes in, another wild punch which GUNDREN sees in time and turns away from. THARDEN’s fist connects with the GUNDREN’s wheelbarrow carapace and he’s sent dancing away wringing his now smarting hand, yelping. GUNDREN finally gets free of the wheelbarrow, he rushes towards THARDEN- grabs him, and the pair sink once again to the dirty ground, in exactly the same spot in which we first saw the battling duo. NUNDRO watches on- all the while pulling faces. [CENTER]NUNDRO (Exasperated) Diggy-diggy.[/CENTER] A casual observer could easily conclude that the present fracas is an ongoing affair, it has been going on for years, scratch that- decades, and will most likely continue for many decades to come. The fight, for want of a better word, goes on. Until… Script end. It's been a funny day. [/QUOTE]
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