Party in the Underdark continued
SCOTT (V.O.)
Gentlemen, and I use the term
loosely, can we get back to the
game?
BEAT
BOOM! Once more we see the door kicked open and Blitz posing
majestically in the door frame. This time ENTERING THE SHOT
we see shadowy silhouettes of THREE HOBGOBLINS.
PAN ACROSS THE ROOM. We see EIGHT HOBGOBLINS, with orange
skin, chain and leather armor, drawn broad swords and
shields. They wear metal helmets that leave their faces
visible. They look mean, like they're spoiling for a fight.
They are led by HOBGOBLIN #1.
WIDE ANGLE SHOT, SHOWING BOTH PARTIES STARING AT EACH OTHER.
SHADOW
What was I telling you last week?
Hobgoblins are sneaky!
Blitz charges the hobgoblins, battle axe held high.
BLITZ
(long and drawn out battle
cry)
Crom!
Blitz hacks down the first hobgoblin he reaches with a
SICKENING THUNK. The other hobgoblins fan out into defensive
positions. Falstaff leaps up to cover Blitz's weak side.
BLITZ (CONT'D)
Yeh durned fool! Protect Zylix!
HOBGOBLIN #1
(Pointing at Zylix)
Grax na gustul terrak!
HOBGOBLIN #2 and HOBGOBLIN #3 break off from Blitz and move
after Zylix.
CUT TO Blitz and Falstaff fighting for their lives against
the other hobgoblins. They're back-to-back and fighting
defensively, trying to keep from being overwhelmed.
BLITZ
Damn hobgoblins and their tactics!
FALSTAFF
Well if someone hadn't charged in,
Zylix could have fireballed them.
BLITZ
Done is done!
Falstaff LASHES OUT with his mace and catches one hobgoblin
who was too slow with his shield. Before Falstaff can follow
up for the kill, another hobgoblin SLASHES with his sword,
forcing Falstaff to pull back and maintaining the standoff.
CUT TO Zylix making a STRANGE GESTURE with one hand. His
hand and eyes BRIEFLY GLOW GREEN.
ZYLIX
(strange resonance in his
voice)
Vlishtam! Kill him!
Hobgoblin #2 staggers a step, like he's been hit by a club.
Hobgoblin #3 continues forward another step and Hobgoblin #2
stabs him through the torso with a WET, STICKY SOUND.
Hobgoblin #3 CRIES OUT AND COLLAPSES.
Hobgoblin #2 looks momentarily confused, and Shadow APPEARS
behind him and slits his throat neatly from behind. Blood
GURGLES forth and he drops, but Shadow has DISAPPEARED.
CLOSE UP ON BLITZ'S FACE
BLITZ
(bellowed)
Crom!
Blitz puts his shoulder down and barrels through the
hobgoblin line, going after Hobgoblin #1.
DOUG (V.O.)
Told you he misses playing
football.
Falstaff takes an opening and crushes a hobgoblin's head with
his mace, making a GRUESOME CRUNCHING SOUND. Another
hobgoblin drops next to him with a THUD. Shadow is SUDDENLY
standing there, a dagger in each hand.
Three GREEN-BLACK SPHERES, each a foot across, HUM past the
adventurers, leaving a GREENISH TRAIL behind them, to slam
into another hobgoblin with a sound LIKE DARTS HITTING A
DARTBOARD. He SLUMPS to the ground.
CUT TO Blitz duelling with Hobgoblin #1, exchanging swings
and parries, ducks and minor blows.
Shadow APPEARS behind Hobgoblin #1 and slits his throat.
Blood gushes forth as he DROPS SLOWLY to the ground.
CUT TO:
INT. SCOTT'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
We see an affluent suburban living room on a Friday night.
Five friends sit on a LARGE, COMFORTABLE COUCH around a table
covered in books and character sheets, dice and pencils,
sodas and chips and candy, but most of all a LARGE BATTLEMAT
marked out with the dungeon as the players know it so far and
lead miniatures for each character and hobgoblin.
The players are all in their early twenties. SCOTT is
already balding, but tries to make up for it with a bushy
black beard. He is an average looking guy, with an average
build, faded blue jeans and a faded tee shirt with an image
of a dragon breathing fire.
RICK is the best looking of the bunch with a strong jaw, a
quick smile and soft eyes that go well with his brown hair.
He is also more athletic, dressed in khaki shorts and a Blue
Oyster Cult tee shirt.
DOUG is the baby of the bunch, just shy of his twenty-first
birthday. He's shy in the way that some girls find charming,
but he doesn't see it. He's the type who just needs some
confidence. His build is slight and his hair is red and
short. He's dressed in grey sweat pants and a plain grey tee
shirt that is two sizes too big for him.
FRANK is a big guy, an ex-football player with a buzz cut.
He keeps in decent shape, but he's just plain big. He's
dressed in black sweats and an Order of the Stick tee shirt.
JOEL isn't as smooth or good looking as Rick, but he wants to
be. He's dressed in jeans shorts and a Motorhead tee shirt,
and he's clearly started working out of late, but he just
isn't there yet.
FRANK
Damn it, Joel! I almost had him!
JOEL
What! You did most of the damage.
I just flanked him and finished him
off.
FRANK
You guys all had your kills. This
was a cool, dramatic moment for me
and you killed it.
JOEL
Well excuse me, Mr. Drama Queen. I
thought he was just another damn
hobgoblin.
RICK
He has a point, Frank. It's not
like this was a major battle. It
was justa bunch of hobgoblins.
DOUG
Rick's right, Frank.
FRANK
Come on, guys! I'm a fighter!
Fights are the only drama my
character gets.
SCOTT
Everybody calm down. Besides,
Frank, that's not true. Just last
week you had that whole prison
escape thing. It was very
dramatic.
JOEL
Look, I didn't mean to step on you
Moment, man. I just thought I was
finishing off a mook so we could
get on with the dungeon. I still
think there are drow down here.
BEAT while everyone looks at Frank. Frank takes a drink from
his soda. He sighs dramatically.
FRANK
This is what you guys mean about my
overreacting, isn't it.
Everyone gives that grudging kind of nod that says, "Well,
yeah, kind of."
FRANK (CONT'D)
Look, let's just forget it and get
on with the game.