| The Script |
Page One
Scene – Gromm and Kaln talking, not totally obvious of the setting or how they are put into Fantasy Mode yet.
Panel One:
Gromm: Can I get a light?
Kaln: No, you can’t ‘get a light.’ You are NOT smoking right now!
Panel Two
Gromm: Alright, jee-zus, man! I just… I don’t have any idea what we’re even doing here.
Panel Three
Kaln: Well, you told me you wanted to know about my secret life. The things I do on my off-nights. The people I hang out with.
Kaln: This is it..
Page Two And Page Three
Two Page Spread (look, breasthing room!).
Kaln and Grommm standing at the entrance of a cave, just inside. Kaln is sort’ve doing a sweeping gesture inside, welcoming
Gromm to the fantasy word within.
Take liberties here all you want, but I’m thinking an underground kindom setting, nothing too flashy, but definitely the home of a lot of
fantasy creatures (think of the Cantina from Star Wars, but with D&D theme instead of space… Oh, look. There went the breathing
room I just gave you).
Kaln: This is Game!
Page Four
Kaln and Gromm walking through the underground kingdom, like going through streets in a bazaar, so more fantastical stuff going
on around them.
Panel One
Gromm: That’s all well and good, but I didn’t know Game was a no smoking activity.
Panel Two
Gromm Inspecting his “Gaming Persona”
Gromm: And why am I so short?
Panel Three
Kaln (Still moving through the area, like he has someplace to be): One, you’re always short. Live with it.
Kaln: And two, since you’re new, we rolled you as your standard, introductory character. The wannabe half-elf. Ranger.
Panel Four
Gromm: What I wannabe is kicking you’re a---
Panel Five
Gromm with sufdden realization face on
Gromm: Half-elf? Oh crap!
Gromm: That means…
Panel Six
Side of Gromm’s Head, him pulling his hair back to check the “damage”
Gromm: I have pointy ears!?!
Page Five
Panel One
Kaln standing at doorway of an Inn/Ale House called the Goblin’s Gullet. Sign in the window says “You must be this tall to drink” with
a sign about six inches from the ground. Another sign says “No Troglodites. Ever!”
Kaln muttering to himself more than Gromm: Shoulda’ rolled him up yerself then.
Kaln (more out loud): Let’s go meet the group.
Panel Two
Inside the bar. Long shot of the bar, going across the panel, Very large troll-like figure tending the bar. Two bar stools are taken (it’s
early in the day stil). One has a dwarf slumped over, sleeping it off. He has a small imp-size creature trying to pick his pocket
(something akin to Salacious Crumb from Jedi). Another of his kind is “watching his back” as it were. The other stoll has a semi-
normal looking guy, but with six arms, each holding holding a mug, and with two heads, one (on the left) drinking from one of the
mugs, the other chatting with someone who is just off camera.
Kaln and Gromm themselves are just walking past the bar (all going from left to right across the screen).
Kaln: If we’re lucky…
Kaln: …we might get to kill something today.
Panel Three
Takes up pretty much the bottom half of the page. Is a shot of the rest of the companions sitting at a circular table in the corner of the
bar. It’s a frontward shot of them, so you get a pretty good look at them as a whole.
Kaln (off camera): Gromm, meet the Friday Nighters.
Page Six
Broken up into individual panels for each character, so should be six panels in all.
Panel One
Text: The Storm Chaser
Text: An Elemental taken to Human Form. He has the soul of a healer, but has to fight his destructive nature for control.
Panel Two:
Text: Cheshire
Text: The Witch Queen of an slaughtered Fae kingdom. But she was already insane long before that happened.
Panel Three
Text: Brakus Blue
Text: Ruthless warrior. Little is known of him, save the bodies he leaves in his wake.
Panel Four
Text: Wolfie.
Text: Cast out from a clan of Gypsey gnomes, we can not determine if she was bitten by the werewolf, or if she bit it.
Panel Five
Text: Kaln (me).
Text: Captain Temerity, the pirate lord of The Dry-Docked, a mysterious ship found 1000 miles from any open water.
Panel Six
Text: And, guys, this is Gromm.
Text: Angsty Half-Elf (is there any other kind?).
Page Seven
Panel One
Close-up of Storm reaching out a hand to shake Gromm’s.
Storm: Welcome to the group. It’s good to have you.
Panel Two
Brakus and Cheshire. Brakus is mid-way through downing a mug of ale. Cheshire is drinking from a tea cup that she’s conjured up,
with a conjured tea pot on the table in front of her with a mouse head peeking out. Yes, I know… obvious. Get over it.
Brakus. Yeah. We’ve been down a person since the Paladin is out of state.
Panel Three:
Storm and Wolfie sitting next to each other. Storm rolling is eyes while glancing at Wolfie. Wolfie is chewing at fleas on her forearm.
Storm: Which is too bad, since he normally helps keep wolf-girl in check.
Wolfie: Yeah, check this.
Panel Four
Kaln settling into his seat.
Kaln: So, we have a plan for this week’s campaign?
Panel Five
Bottom third of page. You see Storms hands puching an opened map onto the table, showing a picture of the realm, with some
landmarks on it. Focus should be on the Tower of Rabble, but other landmarks should be labled with things like “Flatulent Mines of
Scoliosis,” “The Nightless Forrest,” “The Umbral Mountains,” and “Hoppy Bunny Land” with handwritten script pointing to it saying
“NEVER AGAIN!”
Storm: Yeah, this week we raid the tower.
Page Eight
Panel One
takes up
Huge Ominous looking tower just in front of the group (far enough away that you can get an idea of it being… an ominous looking
tower), with the group gathered in front of it.
Caption: The Tower of Rabble.
Gromm: God, we got here fast.
Panel Two
Kaln and Gromm standing side by side in the center of the group, looking up at the tower, contemplative of the great adventure they
are (finally) about to begin.
Kaln: Yeah, that’s how it goes.
Kaln: You read for this?
Gromm: Oh, hell yeah.
Panel three: Similar shot but from the back of the group as they start walking towards the tower.
Gromm: Let’s go kick some ass…
Page Nine
It’s a Full Page!! Lucky you!
Okay, let’s see. Where to start,
Okay, focus of the page, pretty much center front, jumping at the “camera” as it were, is Wolfie. She is jumping out, in an attack leap,
claws out, maybe kinda’ like Trinity in The Matrix when she does the jump-kick thing. Anyways, she’s basically jumping up as
whomever would be holding the camera, I guess. Poodle of War indeed.
To her left, you see Kaln shooting an arrow slightly angled up at something above the group. You’ll se Kaln stabbing something,
probably an orc or the like, with his dagger.
On the right, you’ll see Brakus with one sword stabbed through the orc of him in front of him, about to bring down the second sword
on him. Ask me to describe this if you like. Near him, you’l see Storm channeling lighting through the staff, firing it off panel.
And somewhere on he page, you’ll see Cheshire’s mask, floating bodiless, with an orc cowering in front of it.
Details-a-plenty. Wolfie looks bigger than everyone else simply because of perspective, but try to fit as much as you can. This is
what we call a “money-shot.”
Wolfie: RAWR!
Page Ten
Panel one through three look like one large scene, but still broken into sections. Like, draw it as one whole picture, going from left to
right, but put in panel lines anyways.
Panel One
Brakus cleaning his swords. Kaln is restringing his bow.
Brakus: That went pretty good.
Panel Two
Cheshire conjuring a butterfly on her hand, admiring it. Storm is holding up his map, looking it over, his face kind of buried in it, so
he’s not really paying attention.
Storm: Yeah. I thought this was going to be a lot harder.
Panel Three
Gromm looking to the right, past (almost through) Wolfie, who is on the shoulders of a still struggling (but kneeling in near defeat)
orc, her little claws slashing wildly. Gromm has a look of concern on his face.
Gromm: Um… guys? Uh…
Gromm: Storm? Kaln?
Gromm: Wolfie?
Panel Four: - Takes up the lower two thirds of the page.
Another focused shot of Wolfie, on the guy’s head, gnawing on it. She’s faced towards the camera, obviously intent on what she’s
doing.
Behind her, the room has filled up with TONS of orcs. I mean, seriously, you can barely tell there’s a wall or anything else in there.
They have weapons drawn, and they look pissed. And they look ready to work the entire group.
Wolfie: What? I’m… <gnash> I’m smiting here.
Page Eleven
Six Panels, one for each character, each one getting pounded on or sliced at with a sword. Just pain on pain on pain on the whole
page.
Panel One
Morning-star smashing against Brakus’ head.
Panel Two
A shot of an orc-mage chanting and Cheshire’s face in a mist of smoke being sucked into a cask on the floor, kinda’ like a ghost
being captured in a trap in Ghostbusters. Keep the smile, but try to show pain/horror in the eyes of the mask.
Panel Three
Kaln running from a hail of arrows.
Panel Four
Storm is being crushed by a giant hand of stone.
Panel Five
Wolfie with a net over her. You see the swords of some orcs that are currently attempting to surround her.
Panel Six
Shot from behind Gromm, as he stands in front of the Orc King, who is holding a huge battle axe, about to swing down on him.
Caption: Smiting indeed.
Page Twelve
Panel’s One through Three, all the same size, long-ways across from left to right.
The captured adventures being taken to the Orc’s Throne Room. Maybe one or two on spits, like when the Ewoks captured Luke and
Han in Jedi. Is that two Jedi references in this script?
Panel One
Gromm and Wolfie are on two spits, tied to them, hanging on them. Wolfie is the only one gagged.
Gromm: Huh. I really thought we were going to make it after the first couple dozen guys.
Gromm: That next sixty came out of nowhere, didn’t they?
Panel Two:
The Orc-Mage is carrying a stick over his shoulder with the cask hanging from it that he captured Cheshire in. Behind him, the orcs
have doubled up carrying Brakus, and his spit is sagging low in the middle from the sheer weight of him.
Brakus: What do you think, should we just roll up new characters? I have a couple pre-written up in my bag.
Panel Three
Storm is mostly in view (at least his upper torso) on his spit, and Kaln is being brought in, so you mostly see his feet being lead in
on his.
Storm: No. We still have the fall-back plan.
Kaln (from off camera): Which is what, exactly?
Page Thirteen
Panel One
Orc King on his Throne, Storm is standing before him, basically offering the “services” of the group.
Caption: Negotiating.
Orc-King: … raiding parties coming into our territory…
Storm: Yes.
Orc-King: …stealinig our supplies…
Storm: Of course.
Orc-King: …One of them keeps touching Hor-guth over there. The boy is terribly confused now.
Storm: Indeed.
Panel Two
Gromm and Kaln standing in line, waiting.
Gromm: Do you want us to kill these guys for you, or what?
Panel Three
Storm calls over his shoulder to Gromm, not bothering to look back
Storm: Do you actually know how to speak Orc?
Gromm: Um… how would I know if I do?
Storm: It’s on your character sheet, under Languages.
Panel Four
Gromm, staning there looking at a sheet of paper.
Gromm: …lessee here…
Gromm: No.
Panel Five
Same exactly layout as Panel One. I mean, the EXACT SAME THING
All the word balloons are laid out the same way, but everything Storm and The Orc-King are saying is jumbled, because it’s an
unintelligible language to Gromm.
Page Fourteen
Panel One
Group wandering down a cavern/hallway.
Storm: According to the Orcs, there’s some major powerhouse who has moved in and motivated a huge group of followers of varying
races.
Storm: And they’re killing anyone in the tower who doesn’t join them or leave.
Panel Two
They show up at a door. It is unguarded, but looks formidable. Kaln tests it.,
Kaln: Locked.
Kaln: Cheshire?
Panel Three
Cheshire moves in front of the door.
Panel Four
Cheshire Leans into the door. Her head goes straight through it, so from the upper half of her back and her head are missing, and
everything lower is still on the group’s (camera’s) side of it.
Panel Five
Cheshire pulls her head back out, her hands still pressed against the wall. She’s looking at Kaln (who is still off camera).
Cheshire: No good. It’s nailed shut on the other side.
Panel Six
Kaln looking, in askance, at the group.
Kaln: Anyone got an axe?
Page Fifteen
Nine Panels, like the Brady Bunch screen. All pretty much the same pose of Brakus holding his right arm out with the sword, flipping
through each weapon, swiss-army knife style.
Panel One : Brakus holding his normal Right-hand simitar.
Panel Two: Brakus holding it, but it’s mid-flip between sword and a war hammer.
Panel Three: Brakus holding the war hammer.
Panel four: Brakus holding it mid-flip between war hammer and scicle.
Panel Five: Brakus holding the scicle.
Panel Six: Brakus holding it mid-flip between the scicle and a pinwheel (you know, those things you blow on and they spin around).
Panel Seven: Brakus holding the pinwheel. Cheshires face peeks into the panel and blows at it so it spins.
Panel Eight: Brakus holding it mid-flip between the pinwheel and a double-headed axe.
Panel Nine: Brakus holding the double-headed axe.
Brakus: Got it.
Page Sixteen
Panel One
Close up shot of Brakus swinging axe into door, crashing through it essentially in one swipe.
Panel Two
Whole team moving back from the (destroyed) door, as a foul odor comes pooring out of it. You see fumes and ichor dripping off the
door frame now.
Team in Unison: EEEEEEWWWWWW!!
Panel Three
Storm holding his hand above his head, conjuring rain on himself to wash the effects of the smell away. Kaln is coughing. Wolfie is
almost retching.
Storm: I think that room was home to some Trogs.
Kaln: Dead Trogs.
Wolfie: Dead Trogs that ate nothing but cheese before they died.
Panel Four
Storm looking at it, trying to seem determined, but definitely shaky.
Storm: Well, that’s the only way through. We’ve got to make a run for it.
Storm: You guys with me?
Panel Five
Shot of everyone else, looking away, acting like they didn’t hear what he said.
Storm: Guys?
Page Seventeen
Panel One:
Group shot of everyone throwing up. EVERY. ONE.
Panel Two
Gromm looking up from his bucket.
Gromm (to Kaln): I effing hate you.
Panel Three
The team is regrouping, with Storm looking back at the map. Gromm has separated himself from them.
Gromm: Screw it. I’m having a smoke if it kills me.
Panel Four
Gromm grabs an ever-burning torch off the wall sconce.
Page Eighteen
Panel One
Gromm leaning against the wall, smoking.
Panel Two
Same shot of Gromm smoking, looking down, ignoring everything. A Beholder floats up to his left (camera’s right).
Panel Three
Same shot of Gromm. Beholder now totally in view, looking at him.
Panel Four
Gromm finally looking up, starting to glance at the Beholder, which is still floating there. He has his smoke in his hand.
Panel Five
Gromm just staring at the Beholder, which is staring right back at him.
Panel Six
Gromm shoves his cigarette right in the eye of the Beholder, the beholder’s eye is scrunched close in pain/surprise.
Gromm and Beholder (in unison): YAUGH!!
Page Nineteen
Panel One
Gromm runs back over to group. Kaln looks up at him.
Kaln: What is it now?
Panel Two: Gromm looks back over his shoulder. The Beholder is nowhere to be seen.
Gromm: Uh…
Panel Three:
Gromm looking back at Kaln and the group.
Gromm: Nothing.
Gromm: I guess.
Panel Four
Storm addressing the group.
Storm: Guys, this is getting us nowhere fast.
Storm: We need to get serious if we’re gonna’ find this guy.
Caption: And with that…
Page Twenty
Nine Panels Again (yay, Bradys!)
Panel One
Wolfie tip-toeing jumping into a room full of goblins. The goblins look nervous around her.
Caption: Hours pass…
Wolfie (screaming with bloody rage): Yah-Haa!!
Panel Two
Same scene, save Wolfie has a confused look on her face, and the Goblins look much happier (and malicious)
Storm (from off panel): Woflie, do you have Night Vision?
Wolfie: Um… No.
Panel Three
Totally Black panel. Ink the hell out of it.
Wolfie: crap.
Panel Four
Cheshire questioning a tie-up kobald. Obvious a big battle took place just beforehand.
Caption: And Pass…
Cheshire: Guys, I think he can tell us where we need to go.
Panel Five
Cheshire looking around in confusion.
Cheshire: Guys..?
Panel Six
Cheshire looking very, very upset due to being alone in the room with the kobald, toed up or not.
Cheshire: YOU LEFT ME?!?
Panel Seven
Kaln and Brakus looking at the map over Storm’s shoulder.
Caption: And pass…
Kaln: Wait, what’s that door over there.
Storm: Oh. I think I missed that one.
Panel Eight
Brakus: How did you miss that? It’s right there in the middle of everything?
Storm: Well, I mean….
Storm: I had to roll against my flaw.
Panel Nine
Kaln (yelling): Who the hell put the guy with the Inattentive Flaw in charge of the map???
Page Twenty One
Panel One
The group huddled around the entrance to a dark, dark cavern, their final destination. Play it up, buddy.
Caption: Until, Finally…
Storm: This is it, guys. The Big Bad is in here.
Storm: I’m thinking we should scope it out before we all rush in there.
Panel Two
Storm: Kaln, you’ve got the best sneaking ability and night vision. You feel safe in going in alone?
Kaln: Yeah, I can handle it.
Kaln: I’ll call you guys in when I know it’s safe,
Panel Three
Kaln moving into the dark. Calling out over his shoulder.
Kaln: Wait for my signal.
Panel Four
Team gathered around the entrance, waiting.
Panel Five
Kaln screams from within the darkness.
Kaln: SWEET JESUS AND SPAM ON A SALTINE!!
Panel Six
The Team Charge into the entrance to save their comrade, weapons at ready.
Page Twenty-Two
Panel One
The group all show up, serious poses, faces of concern. Kaln is just staring forward (at the camera), dumbfounded, pointing.
Gromm: What? What is it, man?
Panel Two
Largest Panel of the page. In the center of the room, with light cast off their torches, but glimmering off the giant pile of gold and
jewels he is standing on, is the Goat Mage. Leggings and all.
Goat Mage (in powerful, regal definance): Baaaaa!
Panel Three
Everyone looking at the goat man. Dumb-founded.
Panel Four
The entire group starts laughing hysterically.
Page Twenty-Three
Panel One
Shot of group, laughing. The Goat Man is standing off behind them. He doesn’t look happy at all.
Cheshire laughing, her eyes on her mask have tears streaming out of them.
Cheshire: Oh my… Oh my god!
Panel Two
Still laughing, the group doesn’t see the Goat Man pulling out a wand and moving toward them, his eyes furrowed.
Gromm: Did he… did he just… ‘baaa!’ at us?
Brakus: He did! He totally did!
Panel Three
Everyone still laughing. It’s not getting any better for them. The Goat man has the wand raised in front of him now, ready to strike.
Kaln: Oh… stitch. Stich in my side.
Wolfie: I can’t believe Arse is missing this…
Panel Four
Close up of Goat Man, casting the wand, directly at the camera. Magic is shooting out at the camera, and if you see any silhouettes
of the team, they’re completely enshrouded with the spell’s magical aura.
Goat Man (invoking the wand): BAAAAA-AAAA!
Page Twenty-Four
Full page Spread. You see the goat man with the wand still raised at the camera, the spell aura is completely covereing the page,
outlining it. Each of the members of the group have been turned into a different colored, different sided die.
12-Sided Die (Bone white with black numbers/Brakus: Um, guys… We just got our asses handed to us by a goat.
Four-Sided Die (Pink and Purple swirled with white numbers)/Cheshire: Yep. Goat boy’s got some chops.
Four-sided (continuing): Mutton chops.
Eight-Sided Die (Red with darker red flecks, light grey numbers)/Kaln: I told you people to wait for my signal.
Ten-Sided Die (Light Grey with Black writing)/Wolfie: We thought you screaming to high-heck was the signal.
Six-Sided Die (Black with blue writing)/Gromm: So, what does that mean? What do we do now?
20-Sided Die (Blue with yellow numbering)/Storm: The only think you can do when something like this happens to your group…
Logo: The D20.net (in lower left corner)
Caption: Roll Again..?
Scene – Gromm and Kaln talking, not totally obvious of the setting or how they are put into Fantasy Mode yet.
Panel One:
Gromm: Can I get a light?
Kaln: No, you can’t ‘get a light.’ You are NOT smoking right now!
Panel Two
Gromm: Alright, jee-zus, man! I just… I don’t have any idea what we’re even doing here.
Panel Three
Kaln: Well, you told me you wanted to know about my secret life. The things I do on my off-nights. The people I hang out with.
Kaln: This is it..
Page Two And Page Three
Two Page Spread (look, breasthing room!).
Kaln and Grommm standing at the entrance of a cave, just inside. Kaln is sort’ve doing a sweeping gesture inside, welcoming
Gromm to the fantasy word within.
Take liberties here all you want, but I’m thinking an underground kindom setting, nothing too flashy, but definitely the home of a lot of
fantasy creatures (think of the Cantina from Star Wars, but with D&D theme instead of space… Oh, look. There went the breathing
room I just gave you).
Kaln: This is Game!
Page Four
Kaln and Gromm walking through the underground kingdom, like going through streets in a bazaar, so more fantastical stuff going
on around them.
Panel One
Gromm: That’s all well and good, but I didn’t know Game was a no smoking activity.
Panel Two
Gromm Inspecting his “Gaming Persona”
Gromm: And why am I so short?
Panel Three
Kaln (Still moving through the area, like he has someplace to be): One, you’re always short. Live with it.
Kaln: And two, since you’re new, we rolled you as your standard, introductory character. The wannabe half-elf. Ranger.
Panel Four
Gromm: What I wannabe is kicking you’re a---
Panel Five
Gromm with sufdden realization face on
Gromm: Half-elf? Oh crap!
Gromm: That means…
Panel Six
Side of Gromm’s Head, him pulling his hair back to check the “damage”
Gromm: I have pointy ears!?!
Page Five
Panel One
Kaln standing at doorway of an Inn/Ale House called the Goblin’s Gullet. Sign in the window says “You must be this tall to drink” with
a sign about six inches from the ground. Another sign says “No Troglodites. Ever!”
Kaln muttering to himself more than Gromm: Shoulda’ rolled him up yerself then.
Kaln (more out loud): Let’s go meet the group.
Panel Two
Inside the bar. Long shot of the bar, going across the panel, Very large troll-like figure tending the bar. Two bar stools are taken (it’s
early in the day stil). One has a dwarf slumped over, sleeping it off. He has a small imp-size creature trying to pick his pocket
(something akin to Salacious Crumb from Jedi). Another of his kind is “watching his back” as it were. The other stoll has a semi-
normal looking guy, but with six arms, each holding holding a mug, and with two heads, one (on the left) drinking from one of the
mugs, the other chatting with someone who is just off camera.
Kaln and Gromm themselves are just walking past the bar (all going from left to right across the screen).
Kaln: If we’re lucky…
Kaln: …we might get to kill something today.
Panel Three
Takes up pretty much the bottom half of the page. Is a shot of the rest of the companions sitting at a circular table in the corner of the
bar. It’s a frontward shot of them, so you get a pretty good look at them as a whole.
Kaln (off camera): Gromm, meet the Friday Nighters.
Page Six
Broken up into individual panels for each character, so should be six panels in all.
Panel One
Text: The Storm Chaser
Text: An Elemental taken to Human Form. He has the soul of a healer, but has to fight his destructive nature for control.
Panel Two:
Text: Cheshire
Text: The Witch Queen of an slaughtered Fae kingdom. But she was already insane long before that happened.
Panel Three
Text: Brakus Blue
Text: Ruthless warrior. Little is known of him, save the bodies he leaves in his wake.
Panel Four
Text: Wolfie.
Text: Cast out from a clan of Gypsey gnomes, we can not determine if she was bitten by the werewolf, or if she bit it.
Panel Five
Text: Kaln (me).
Text: Captain Temerity, the pirate lord of The Dry-Docked, a mysterious ship found 1000 miles from any open water.
Panel Six
Text: And, guys, this is Gromm.
Text: Angsty Half-Elf (is there any other kind?).
Page Seven
Panel One
Close-up of Storm reaching out a hand to shake Gromm’s.
Storm: Welcome to the group. It’s good to have you.
Panel Two
Brakus and Cheshire. Brakus is mid-way through downing a mug of ale. Cheshire is drinking from a tea cup that she’s conjured up,
with a conjured tea pot on the table in front of her with a mouse head peeking out. Yes, I know… obvious. Get over it.
Brakus. Yeah. We’ve been down a person since the Paladin is out of state.
Panel Three:
Storm and Wolfie sitting next to each other. Storm rolling is eyes while glancing at Wolfie. Wolfie is chewing at fleas on her forearm.
Storm: Which is too bad, since he normally helps keep wolf-girl in check.
Wolfie: Yeah, check this.
Panel Four
Kaln settling into his seat.
Kaln: So, we have a plan for this week’s campaign?
Panel Five
Bottom third of page. You see Storms hands puching an opened map onto the table, showing a picture of the realm, with some
landmarks on it. Focus should be on the Tower of Rabble, but other landmarks should be labled with things like “Flatulent Mines of
Scoliosis,” “The Nightless Forrest,” “The Umbral Mountains,” and “Hoppy Bunny Land” with handwritten script pointing to it saying
“NEVER AGAIN!”
Storm: Yeah, this week we raid the tower.
Page Eight
Panel One
takes up
Huge Ominous looking tower just in front of the group (far enough away that you can get an idea of it being… an ominous looking
tower), with the group gathered in front of it.
Caption: The Tower of Rabble.
Gromm: God, we got here fast.
Panel Two
Kaln and Gromm standing side by side in the center of the group, looking up at the tower, contemplative of the great adventure they
are (finally) about to begin.
Kaln: Yeah, that’s how it goes.
Kaln: You read for this?
Gromm: Oh, hell yeah.
Panel three: Similar shot but from the back of the group as they start walking towards the tower.
Gromm: Let’s go kick some ass…
Page Nine
It’s a Full Page!! Lucky you!
Okay, let’s see. Where to start,
Okay, focus of the page, pretty much center front, jumping at the “camera” as it were, is Wolfie. She is jumping out, in an attack leap,
claws out, maybe kinda’ like Trinity in The Matrix when she does the jump-kick thing. Anyways, she’s basically jumping up as
whomever would be holding the camera, I guess. Poodle of War indeed.
To her left, you see Kaln shooting an arrow slightly angled up at something above the group. You’ll se Kaln stabbing something,
probably an orc or the like, with his dagger.
On the right, you’ll see Brakus with one sword stabbed through the orc of him in front of him, about to bring down the second sword
on him. Ask me to describe this if you like. Near him, you’l see Storm channeling lighting through the staff, firing it off panel.
And somewhere on he page, you’ll see Cheshire’s mask, floating bodiless, with an orc cowering in front of it.
Details-a-plenty. Wolfie looks bigger than everyone else simply because of perspective, but try to fit as much as you can. This is
what we call a “money-shot.”
Wolfie: RAWR!
Page Ten
Panel one through three look like one large scene, but still broken into sections. Like, draw it as one whole picture, going from left to
right, but put in panel lines anyways.
Panel One
Brakus cleaning his swords. Kaln is restringing his bow.
Brakus: That went pretty good.
Panel Two
Cheshire conjuring a butterfly on her hand, admiring it. Storm is holding up his map, looking it over, his face kind of buried in it, so
he’s not really paying attention.
Storm: Yeah. I thought this was going to be a lot harder.
Panel Three
Gromm looking to the right, past (almost through) Wolfie, who is on the shoulders of a still struggling (but kneeling in near defeat)
orc, her little claws slashing wildly. Gromm has a look of concern on his face.
Gromm: Um… guys? Uh…
Gromm: Storm? Kaln?
Gromm: Wolfie?
Panel Four: - Takes up the lower two thirds of the page.
Another focused shot of Wolfie, on the guy’s head, gnawing on it. She’s faced towards the camera, obviously intent on what she’s
doing.
Behind her, the room has filled up with TONS of orcs. I mean, seriously, you can barely tell there’s a wall or anything else in there.
They have weapons drawn, and they look pissed. And they look ready to work the entire group.
Wolfie: What? I’m… <gnash> I’m smiting here.
Page Eleven
Six Panels, one for each character, each one getting pounded on or sliced at with a sword. Just pain on pain on pain on the whole
page.
Panel One
Morning-star smashing against Brakus’ head.
Panel Two
A shot of an orc-mage chanting and Cheshire’s face in a mist of smoke being sucked into a cask on the floor, kinda’ like a ghost
being captured in a trap in Ghostbusters. Keep the smile, but try to show pain/horror in the eyes of the mask.
Panel Three
Kaln running from a hail of arrows.
Panel Four
Storm is being crushed by a giant hand of stone.
Panel Five
Wolfie with a net over her. You see the swords of some orcs that are currently attempting to surround her.
Panel Six
Shot from behind Gromm, as he stands in front of the Orc King, who is holding a huge battle axe, about to swing down on him.
Caption: Smiting indeed.
Page Twelve
Panel’s One through Three, all the same size, long-ways across from left to right.
The captured adventures being taken to the Orc’s Throne Room. Maybe one or two on spits, like when the Ewoks captured Luke and
Han in Jedi. Is that two Jedi references in this script?
Panel One
Gromm and Wolfie are on two spits, tied to them, hanging on them. Wolfie is the only one gagged.
Gromm: Huh. I really thought we were going to make it after the first couple dozen guys.
Gromm: That next sixty came out of nowhere, didn’t they?
Panel Two:
The Orc-Mage is carrying a stick over his shoulder with the cask hanging from it that he captured Cheshire in. Behind him, the orcs
have doubled up carrying Brakus, and his spit is sagging low in the middle from the sheer weight of him.
Brakus: What do you think, should we just roll up new characters? I have a couple pre-written up in my bag.
Panel Three
Storm is mostly in view (at least his upper torso) on his spit, and Kaln is being brought in, so you mostly see his feet being lead in
on his.
Storm: No. We still have the fall-back plan.
Kaln (from off camera): Which is what, exactly?
Page Thirteen
Panel One
Orc King on his Throne, Storm is standing before him, basically offering the “services” of the group.
Caption: Negotiating.
Orc-King: … raiding parties coming into our territory…
Storm: Yes.
Orc-King: …stealinig our supplies…
Storm: Of course.
Orc-King: …One of them keeps touching Hor-guth over there. The boy is terribly confused now.
Storm: Indeed.
Panel Two
Gromm and Kaln standing in line, waiting.
Gromm: Do you want us to kill these guys for you, or what?
Panel Three
Storm calls over his shoulder to Gromm, not bothering to look back
Storm: Do you actually know how to speak Orc?
Gromm: Um… how would I know if I do?
Storm: It’s on your character sheet, under Languages.
Panel Four
Gromm, staning there looking at a sheet of paper.
Gromm: …lessee here…
Gromm: No.
Panel Five
Same exactly layout as Panel One. I mean, the EXACT SAME THING
All the word balloons are laid out the same way, but everything Storm and The Orc-King are saying is jumbled, because it’s an
unintelligible language to Gromm.
Page Fourteen
Panel One
Group wandering down a cavern/hallway.
Storm: According to the Orcs, there’s some major powerhouse who has moved in and motivated a huge group of followers of varying
races.
Storm: And they’re killing anyone in the tower who doesn’t join them or leave.
Panel Two
They show up at a door. It is unguarded, but looks formidable. Kaln tests it.,
Kaln: Locked.
Kaln: Cheshire?
Panel Three
Cheshire moves in front of the door.
Panel Four
Cheshire Leans into the door. Her head goes straight through it, so from the upper half of her back and her head are missing, and
everything lower is still on the group’s (camera’s) side of it.
Panel Five
Cheshire pulls her head back out, her hands still pressed against the wall. She’s looking at Kaln (who is still off camera).
Cheshire: No good. It’s nailed shut on the other side.
Panel Six
Kaln looking, in askance, at the group.
Kaln: Anyone got an axe?
Page Fifteen
Nine Panels, like the Brady Bunch screen. All pretty much the same pose of Brakus holding his right arm out with the sword, flipping
through each weapon, swiss-army knife style.
Panel One : Brakus holding his normal Right-hand simitar.
Panel Two: Brakus holding it, but it’s mid-flip between sword and a war hammer.
Panel Three: Brakus holding the war hammer.
Panel four: Brakus holding it mid-flip between war hammer and scicle.
Panel Five: Brakus holding the scicle.
Panel Six: Brakus holding it mid-flip between the scicle and a pinwheel (you know, those things you blow on and they spin around).
Panel Seven: Brakus holding the pinwheel. Cheshires face peeks into the panel and blows at it so it spins.
Panel Eight: Brakus holding it mid-flip between the pinwheel and a double-headed axe.
Panel Nine: Brakus holding the double-headed axe.
Brakus: Got it.
Page Sixteen
Panel One
Close up shot of Brakus swinging axe into door, crashing through it essentially in one swipe.
Panel Two
Whole team moving back from the (destroyed) door, as a foul odor comes pooring out of it. You see fumes and ichor dripping off the
door frame now.
Team in Unison: EEEEEEWWWWWW!!
Panel Three
Storm holding his hand above his head, conjuring rain on himself to wash the effects of the smell away. Kaln is coughing. Wolfie is
almost retching.
Storm: I think that room was home to some Trogs.
Kaln: Dead Trogs.
Wolfie: Dead Trogs that ate nothing but cheese before they died.
Panel Four
Storm looking at it, trying to seem determined, but definitely shaky.
Storm: Well, that’s the only way through. We’ve got to make a run for it.
Storm: You guys with me?
Panel Five
Shot of everyone else, looking away, acting like they didn’t hear what he said.
Storm: Guys?
Page Seventeen
Panel One:
Group shot of everyone throwing up. EVERY. ONE.
Panel Two
Gromm looking up from his bucket.
Gromm (to Kaln): I effing hate you.
Panel Three
The team is regrouping, with Storm looking back at the map. Gromm has separated himself from them.
Gromm: Screw it. I’m having a smoke if it kills me.
Panel Four
Gromm grabs an ever-burning torch off the wall sconce.
Page Eighteen
Panel One
Gromm leaning against the wall, smoking.
Panel Two
Same shot of Gromm smoking, looking down, ignoring everything. A Beholder floats up to his left (camera’s right).
Panel Three
Same shot of Gromm. Beholder now totally in view, looking at him.
Panel Four
Gromm finally looking up, starting to glance at the Beholder, which is still floating there. He has his smoke in his hand.
Panel Five
Gromm just staring at the Beholder, which is staring right back at him.
Panel Six
Gromm shoves his cigarette right in the eye of the Beholder, the beholder’s eye is scrunched close in pain/surprise.
Gromm and Beholder (in unison): YAUGH!!
Page Nineteen
Panel One
Gromm runs back over to group. Kaln looks up at him.
Kaln: What is it now?
Panel Two: Gromm looks back over his shoulder. The Beholder is nowhere to be seen.
Gromm: Uh…
Panel Three:
Gromm looking back at Kaln and the group.
Gromm: Nothing.
Gromm: I guess.
Panel Four
Storm addressing the group.
Storm: Guys, this is getting us nowhere fast.
Storm: We need to get serious if we’re gonna’ find this guy.
Caption: And with that…
Page Twenty
Nine Panels Again (yay, Bradys!)
Panel One
Wolfie tip-toeing jumping into a room full of goblins. The goblins look nervous around her.
Caption: Hours pass…
Wolfie (screaming with bloody rage): Yah-Haa!!
Panel Two
Same scene, save Wolfie has a confused look on her face, and the Goblins look much happier (and malicious)
Storm (from off panel): Woflie, do you have Night Vision?
Wolfie: Um… No.
Panel Three
Totally Black panel. Ink the hell out of it.
Wolfie: crap.
Panel Four
Cheshire questioning a tie-up kobald. Obvious a big battle took place just beforehand.
Caption: And Pass…
Cheshire: Guys, I think he can tell us where we need to go.
Panel Five
Cheshire looking around in confusion.
Cheshire: Guys..?
Panel Six
Cheshire looking very, very upset due to being alone in the room with the kobald, toed up or not.
Cheshire: YOU LEFT ME?!?
Panel Seven
Kaln and Brakus looking at the map over Storm’s shoulder.
Caption: And pass…
Kaln: Wait, what’s that door over there.
Storm: Oh. I think I missed that one.
Panel Eight
Brakus: How did you miss that? It’s right there in the middle of everything?
Storm: Well, I mean….
Storm: I had to roll against my flaw.
Panel Nine
Kaln (yelling): Who the hell put the guy with the Inattentive Flaw in charge of the map???
Page Twenty One
Panel One
The group huddled around the entrance to a dark, dark cavern, their final destination. Play it up, buddy.
Caption: Until, Finally…
Storm: This is it, guys. The Big Bad is in here.
Storm: I’m thinking we should scope it out before we all rush in there.
Panel Two
Storm: Kaln, you’ve got the best sneaking ability and night vision. You feel safe in going in alone?
Kaln: Yeah, I can handle it.
Kaln: I’ll call you guys in when I know it’s safe,
Panel Three
Kaln moving into the dark. Calling out over his shoulder.
Kaln: Wait for my signal.
Panel Four
Team gathered around the entrance, waiting.
Panel Five
Kaln screams from within the darkness.
Kaln: SWEET JESUS AND SPAM ON A SALTINE!!
Panel Six
The Team Charge into the entrance to save their comrade, weapons at ready.
Page Twenty-Two
Panel One
The group all show up, serious poses, faces of concern. Kaln is just staring forward (at the camera), dumbfounded, pointing.
Gromm: What? What is it, man?
Panel Two
Largest Panel of the page. In the center of the room, with light cast off their torches, but glimmering off the giant pile of gold and
jewels he is standing on, is the Goat Mage. Leggings and all.
Goat Mage (in powerful, regal definance): Baaaaa!
Panel Three
Everyone looking at the goat man. Dumb-founded.
Panel Four
The entire group starts laughing hysterically.
Page Twenty-Three
Panel One
Shot of group, laughing. The Goat Man is standing off behind them. He doesn’t look happy at all.
Cheshire laughing, her eyes on her mask have tears streaming out of them.
Cheshire: Oh my… Oh my god!
Panel Two
Still laughing, the group doesn’t see the Goat Man pulling out a wand and moving toward them, his eyes furrowed.
Gromm: Did he… did he just… ‘baaa!’ at us?
Brakus: He did! He totally did!
Panel Three
Everyone still laughing. It’s not getting any better for them. The Goat man has the wand raised in front of him now, ready to strike.
Kaln: Oh… stitch. Stich in my side.
Wolfie: I can’t believe Arse is missing this…
Panel Four
Close up of Goat Man, casting the wand, directly at the camera. Magic is shooting out at the camera, and if you see any silhouettes
of the team, they’re completely enshrouded with the spell’s magical aura.
Goat Man (invoking the wand): BAAAAA-AAAA!
Page Twenty-Four
Full page Spread. You see the goat man with the wand still raised at the camera, the spell aura is completely covereing the page,
outlining it. Each of the members of the group have been turned into a different colored, different sided die.
12-Sided Die (Bone white with black numbers/Brakus: Um, guys… We just got our asses handed to us by a goat.
Four-Sided Die (Pink and Purple swirled with white numbers)/Cheshire: Yep. Goat boy’s got some chops.
Four-sided (continuing): Mutton chops.
Eight-Sided Die (Red with darker red flecks, light grey numbers)/Kaln: I told you people to wait for my signal.
Ten-Sided Die (Light Grey with Black writing)/Wolfie: We thought you screaming to high-heck was the signal.
Six-Sided Die (Black with blue writing)/Gromm: So, what does that mean? What do we do now?
20-Sided Die (Blue with yellow numbering)/Storm: The only think you can do when something like this happens to your group…
Logo: The D20.net (in lower left corner)
Caption: Roll Again..?
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