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SkavenAde Pub; IC Discussions ONLY!
Topic Started: Oct 18 2006, 12:44 PM (1,594 Views)
Ratticq of clan Gnawkin	Jun 11 2007, 03:05 PM Post #61
SUIT UP! Posts: 1,802 Group: Throtlings Member #7 Joined: April 9, 2006	As he entered the SkavenAde pub, Varrskik (the young packmaster of clan Gnawkin) looked around to see wether he noticed someone familiar. Walking towards the bartender, he order a small barrel of SkavenAde for a long journey... Upon receiving the barrel, he paid the bartender, turned around and walked out of the pub.
	In my body, where the shame gland should be, there is a second awesome gland. True story.


Drachau	Mar 18 2008, 01:22 PM Post #62
Druchii Master Moulder Posts: 1,299 Group: Throtlings Member #6 Joined: April 9, 2006	The elf finally returned to the pub, grinning wildly at all the weak rats lying around in a drunken stupor. They will all be his in due time. Also, bump.
	MP Packlord, Nov. 4/06-March 4/08 Season 2 stats: One tournament win (ratfest, 3 wins) Two tournament runner up (manfest, 2 wins, 1 loss. Tower of death, 1 win 1 loss) (6 wins, 2 losses)


Twitch	Mar 18 2008, 03:24 PM Post #63
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	Clunk, hiss, whirr. the door of the pub swung open, and twitch stepped in, his mechanical body masking completely any semblance that a living breathing rat inhabited this shell. tiny drones scuttled over his body and vanished under his cloak, like silverfish avoiding the light. sitting down at a table he signaled to his aide, at which point he went to the bar and ordered.
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.


Mouse-sized Moose	Mar 18 2008, 07:17 PM Post #64
Master Mutator Posts: 148 Group: Throtlings Member #628 Joined: November 23, 2007	Far in the corner, several elven bar maids exited the kitchen carrying large plates, covered with mugs of scavenade. Loud piercing cheers sounded as it happened, dozens of snotlings and several goblins where sitting at a number of tables pushed together, at the egde of the table, sitting away from any doors was a hunched figure, with a large hood. "Thanks you maidens, these snotlings were getting re- Skirmlet, get out from under there!" The moulderer ordered, at that a giggling snotling darted out from under one of the elves skirts. One thing they noticed is that there was a single empty chair at the table.



Twitch	Mar 20 2008, 12:29 PM Post #65
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	twitch looked across the pub at the small green swarm molesting the furniture and bar maids alike, mildly disgusted he turned back to his drink and wondered when society had become so accepting. green skin indeed...
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.


Mouse-sized Moose	Mar 21 2008, 07:56 PM Post #66
Master Mutator Posts: 148 Group: Throtlings Member #628 Joined: November 23, 2007	"I must apologize for their actions miss, at least they've been trained, or else there would've been more choas, club." The moulder said to the barmaids, holding out a hand as a goblin placed a club in it. The curious snotling Skrimlet poked his head up from under the table to see where the booze was, to be promptly smacked by the club. "Believe you me these snotlings are well organized, provided they're given the proper orders. Snotlings, Position Ringo" the snotlings snapped to attension and lept up onto the tables, taking ninja stances. The hooded moulder tilted his head at the mechanization who walked in, "You should know."



Twitch	Mar 21 2008, 10:17 PM Post #67
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	if the mech could smile he would do. mildly amused by the posing snotlings he turned back to his drink mearly pondering as to why they were present more than anything else. still, they were more entertaining than any of the other else going on at that particular time. ordering another drink Twitch slumped back in to his bench and pondered the goings on in the most recent of tournaments, most thought going in to why his beast had decided that snacking on himself was more productive that killing the beast on the opposite side of the arena..
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.


wraith in shadow	Mar 21 2008, 10:29 PM Post #68
Master Moulder Posts: 24 Group: Throtlings Member #450 Joined: October 24, 2007	In shuffled a tall solitary figure with an insane kind of glint in his eye and palperble aura of something else, Raziel enter the pub, and glancing with disdain at the mass of green out the table and muttered to himself "Pets aren't allowed on the table" and strolled to a vacant table with head held high and hands not far from a small set of crude but sharp operating toolz and a flask which was tied a little too tight for skaven society. Dimly aware of his surroundings Raziel fought it was quaint if a little noisy. but when in Mordhiem, slapped the barmaid on the backside and ordered some ale.
	And with a squeak all was once again a beer fest.


Stinkhair	May 12 2008, 10:45 AM Post #69
Dr Fleider Krinkelsniff, PhD. Posts: 805 Group: Throtlings Member #5 Joined: April 8, 2006	Some of the skaven glance up as another figure enters the pub. This one is heavily robed, with massive wings that scrape the sides of the entrance. It also moves oddly on it's feet.. He moves across to the bar and gets a drink, before settling down into a neglected seat in one of the dark corners of the pub. Glancing around from under his robe, Fleider Krinkelsniff, PhD grins widely and mutters but two words: "I'm baaack"
	Mork! We love you! Warning : Stinkhairs are highly meticulous, and present a choking hazard to packlords and small children. Users are advised to update stinkhairs with care, to minimise possible health risks. O gread Mork� Y'know, stinky, I think you have an aura of befuddlement.� I have to pass a Ld test or will make mistakes in updating ye...


Twitch	May 12 2008, 09:35 PM Post #70
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	hiss, clunk whirr Twitch walked across the pub. "evening stinky, nice to see you one last time. sad as the occasion might be, i am glad to see you poking your nose in to it."
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.


Stinkhair	May 12 2008, 10:41 PM Post #71
Dr Fleider Krinkelsniff, PhD. Posts: 805 Group: Throtlings Member #5 Joined: April 8, 2006	Fleider glances up sharply at the mechanical abomination before him, narrowing his cruel eyes, and smiling darkly.. "Masster Moulder Twitch... I see I didn't have the effect upon you I had hoped.. Stinkhair is the warlord of my clan, huge and dark-furred. I am Fleider Krinkelsniff, the moulder with a PhD.. The one who left you to rot for months in my cells... You look well-well" Murmered the little skaven, whiskers twitching, a small evil snicker emerging from under his hood. "You have certainly made a good job of rehabilitating yourself-self after your stay in my cells... How did the stump heal up? I tried my hardest to make certain-sure it wouldn't, but you are a most resilient creature-thing. I should have made more use of you than I did..." The hood of the huge robe was pulled back, revealing the Doktor's huge ears and darting eyes. The diminuitive badlands skaven rose, climbing and standing on his seat in order to peer at the face of the huge mechanised moulder.. "Yes-yes, I can still see my brand across your face, 'Moulder'." mocked Fleider, tracing the six pointed star in the air with his finger. "Tell me, is that gibbering rat-head still on the back of your neck? And how did you get back home alive, alone and naked in the dark? You were lucky you had friends, Twitch. You knew foolish skaven who helped you back onto your feet rather than doing the right thing and discarding you as weak and foolish. Lucky that I had business to attend to while you crept back into power. Your successes come from the crass aptitudes of skryre, rather than the art of the moulder. Your successes in this league, along with those of your fellow engineers are but the luck of the barrels and mechanisms of your infernal machinations. The art of mouldering is a lost thing to you, though you are no loss to it, and that I return to find the league in the sway of such as you to be a sign of the times and the rot within clan moulder itself... Although I return too late to make a difference to the league, I will make a stand for true moulders, to show what the true art of the mutator can be...." Subsiding at last, the little moulder relaxed back into his seat, and quickly drew his hood back up, his whiskered snout bareley protruding, and drank deeply, paying no further attention to the mechanical monster beside him.
	Mork! We love you! Warning : Stinkhairs are highly meticulous, and present a choking hazard to packlords and small children. Users are advised to update stinkhairs with care, to minimise possible health risks. O gread Mork� Y'know, stinky, I think you have an aura of befuddlement.� I have to pass a Ld test or will make mistakes in updating ye...


Twitch	May 12 2008, 11:00 PM Post #72
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	on the contrary, where you left me with a stump, i built an arm. an arm that is now far supirior to anything more 'natural'. indeed i still have a stump, but it is covered by the spawn of this gods given earth, stronger than flesh or bone, i am now more powerful than before. true you left me weak, but i grew in power, in strength, in might. unlike you believe, mouldering is not lost to me, mearly enhanced by my machines, machines, that will make short work of you, if my mouldering does not do that first. i look forward to seeing you in the pit. i look forward to crushing you beneath my iron clad foot. Twitch.
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.


Stinkhair	May 12 2008, 11:05 PM Post #73
Dr Fleider Krinkelsniff, PhD. Posts: 805 Group: Throtlings Member #5 Joined: April 8, 2006	A small smirk formed hidden in the depths of the hooded robe, from whence a single word emerged: "Perhaps."
	Mork! We love you! Warning : Stinkhairs are highly meticulous, and present a choking hazard to packlords and small children. Users are advised to update stinkhairs with care, to minimise possible health risks. O gread Mork� Y'know, stinky, I think you have an aura of befuddlement.� I have to pass a Ld test or will make mistakes in updating ye...


Hamlicar	May 13 2008, 07:56 PM Post #74
Master Mutator Posts: 681 Group: Throtlings Member #43 Joined: September 17, 2006	A pair of skaven are sitting in the most shadowy area of the pub, opposite to the corner where Fleider and Twitch are talking, listening at the ongoing conversation with interest. Suddenly one of them stands up and walks towards the moulders. The rat is very small, missing the tip of his snout. His entire body is scarred, looking like extensive mutations has been carried out but the rat is entirely unmutated. He twitches slightly when he reaches their table and looks nervously at the large armoured rat. �It saddens me slightly to say this but I must. Fleider is correct. The true art of mouldering needs to be strengthened and sweep these Skyre fanatics from the arena. Both they and heretics playing around with magic brings shame down on not just themselves but the entire mouldering society. It makes us look weak, it makes us look dependent on other clans. No, if Clan Moulder shall be strong again then we need to go back to the old ways. I myself have already taken a step in that direction, ripping the vile power armour, crafted to me by no other then you, Twith, from my own body. You should do the same and become a true moulder again.� Skkiter pulls out a chair and sits down by Fleider with his back to Twitch. He then picks out a bag full of dried tails, takes one for himself and offers one for the �Doctor�, but not uttering a word, the gesture speaking for itself.
	Yay, I have multiple personalities!


Twitch	May 16 2008, 11:34 AM Post #75
Mr. Skryre Posts: 1,972 Group: Wyrdpitter Member #64 Joined: January 4, 2007	Skkiter, there is no way you can wholy turn your back on my ways. I was the origional Mr Skyrer as there was always something mutated and beastly in the center of my creations, unlike the infamous Clawcrab. Even your cretations are subject to my work.. look at blacky. does he not have my weapons and armour on him?
	Thus ends the era of 'Mork controls all' and begins the era of 'I PHINK this is where Twitch's lab is..' Speak friend and enter You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.

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