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| Topic Started: May 6 2009, 03:14 AM (11,322 Views) | |
| Glod-Unbaraki | May 6 2009, 03:14 AM Post #1 |
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Brundle entered the tavern and sat down on a stool by the bar. This place was said to have been graced by some of the greatest moulders in the history of the Hell Pit back when it moved around the countryside or something. "Hi-hello there! Can I have a Warpsynth on the rocks, oh and a bowl of skavenade for my pet." Brundle smiled at the barkeep while staring slightly over his shoulder at the rack behind him. The Barrat was a good six feet tall and atleast the same wide, his eye was covered with a patch and his right arm was some kind of ancient corroded Skryre contraption, obviously bought a long time ago. The overall impression was that of a ratogre that had been let loose on the world of retail. "Looks like I'm the first drinker in here for a while, been closed for renovations?" OOC: I was just looking in the Archives and thought this was a good topic. Feel free to kick me out of the bar if you don't want it back 
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| Drachau | May 7 2009, 09:55 PM Post #2 |
Druchii Master Moulder
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A breeze rolls in and nothing else is seen. In the corner there is a shadow of what looks to be a man. He has a drink in his hand, which he is looking at with disgust. "These vermin drink this junk?" he muttered to himself. He threw it in the fire grinning as it exploded. Master Moulder Drachau has entered, waiting for the entertainment to arrive. The thought of it makes his demonic grin widen. Shouldn't be long now... OOC: I was thinking about doing the same, only I wasn't sure where I'd post it 
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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) | |
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| Monstose | May 12 2009, 10:34 PM Post #3 |
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The middle aged rat sauntered in to the bar and sat down in the corner. He was covered in scars, bald in places, and missing a paw. A ring of small piercing littered the skin above the stump, almost as some many toothed beast had ripped it off. Some moon struck idiot grinned at a ball of flame on the floor, Monstose ignored him before ordering his own beverage and examining the "pet" that was slurping at scavenade. a beast of limited capability to say the least. Maybe its owner would be willing to do business... |
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| Twitch | May 14 2009, 04:09 PM Post #4 |
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Twitch ducked as he came to the door, being locked in that box had been umcomfortable, his body had cramped and then there was that itch at the base of his tail that he could not scratch. Stupid lock was not ment to jam. Twitch needed a drink, and after breaking one stool trying to sit down the rat choose to stand. On the plus side, Twitch felt stronger and more able than he had in years.. now to test the theory.. |
 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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| Drachau | May 15 2009, 03:08 PM Post #5 |
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Clearly annoyed by the lack of entertainment and wine fit for his tastes, Drachau reaches into his pocket and grabs a small shard of Warpstone. He grins and throws it into the air between the group of assembled skaven when no one is looking. 'Maybe this will stir things up' he thought to himself and grinned. Who will make the first move... |
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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) | |
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| Glod-Unbaraki | May 15 2009, 03:27 PM Post #6 |
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Out of the corner of his eye, Brundle saw a flicker of green flying through the air. He reached out automatically to catch and almost had his arm ripped off as Dog jumped into the air and caught it in his big brutal mouth. Brundle watched starey-eyed as the beast trotted over to a dark corner and dropped the shard on the floor before sitting on his haunches and staring at the darkness waiting for his new toy to be thrown again. "Bloody, man-pets." Brundle smiled before ordering another glass. |
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| Monstose | May 18 2009, 11:39 AM Post #7 |
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Clever dog can catch, mused Monstose from his corner. Sipping the beverage that had appeared at the table in front of him the rat stared around the room. The pub seamed to tremble as a huge rat entered. There was something familier about the beast that entered. Something worryingly familiar. Swiftly Monstose pulled his hood up and moved to a shadowy alcove. Something was not right but the rat could not put his finger on it. Shrinking further in to the corner Monstose froze and tried to attract as little attention as possible. |
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| Glod-Unbaraki | May 23 2009, 06:08 PM Post #8 |
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Brundle was back in the bar, it'd been a long day and he needed a drink. He sat ordered a drink and took a table just to the side of the stage. Apparently there was going to be a band tonight, should be worth a listen. The stage was empty apart from a tall stand with what looked like a farsqueeker on top. 'I wonder who's playing?' he thought to himself as he stroked Dog. |
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| Twitch | May 25 2009, 04:31 PM Post #9 |
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Knocking back the first drink, Twich slammed the glass down and ordered a second. The sour taste made his remaining whiskers tremble as twitch attempted to refocus his eyes onthe suroundings. Glancing around twitch noticed only a few patrons, each doing thir own thing, it was relativly quiet. TwItch ponderd what he had just consumed. What ever it was, it was a strong brew, tasty.. he ordered a third drink before even touching the second then leaned against a pillar, wrapping his long tail around the back ensuring that the large rat wouldnt fall over should he drink to much. "Drink drink drink drink" Twitch chittered to himself to no particular tune, engrossed in the sour brown liquid before him. |
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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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| Mouse-sized Moose | May 26 2009, 05:50 PM Post #10 |
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A large shadow advanced on the door, hazy at first, but soon came into focus. a large skaven headed for the door, walking at a slow pace. Attached to his head were two massive horns horns of some large surface beast. His head was bowed, by his piercing eyes saw all inside before he even walked through the door. He took one last step, and... THUNK His large horns hit either side of the doorway... The skaven turned his head and sidestepped through the doorway, making his way over to the bar, knocking over two more skaven not bright enough to duck or move out of the way. He raised a single bony claw, calling to the bartender, "Just a glass of water for an old returning skaven thank you." |
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| Glod-Unbaraki | May 26 2009, 06:37 PM Post #11 |
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Brundle looked round at the funny beast that had almost knocked its self out on the way in to the bar. 'Water?' he thought to himself, "doesn't he know it's even more dirty than the glasses in here?' The band had still yet to materialise, Brundle was getting impatient, or atleast distracted. He ordered another two glasses and poured one into Dog's dish. 'This better be good." He could hear the band practicing in the room next to the toilets, they didn't sound very good. |
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| Monstose | Jun 3 2009, 10:18 PM Post #12 |
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The huge clumsey rat had not appeared to notice the smaller cowering Mostose, infact he appeared to more interest in trying to sit down and drink himself under the table. Prehaps if the giant would pass out, it would be the least Monstose could do to lighten his purse, having to drag such a heavy carcase home afterwards. Pulling his hood up further and shrinking further back in to the shadows, the scrawny rat sipped his skavenade and waited. |
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| Glod-Unbaraki | Jun 17 2009, 08:56 PM Post #13 |
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Brundle watched as the Band made its way onto the stage. They were a rag-tag bunch, a dwarf (on sax), a troll(drummer) and a human with a guitar (although he looked more like an elf). The band struck up with Gathering Warpstone it seemed to be a hit with the crowd. Brundle watched as the other guests stared transfixed at the band, none of them able to look away or stop their feet tapping. -Brundle
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| UnderTheEarth | Jun 21 2009, 06:41 PM Post #14 |
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Verminpaw sat in the corner, his faced covered by a dark hood, he watched the people around him with unblinking eyes..... the music wasn't exactly the best he had ever heard |
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| carcharoth | Jun 21 2009, 09:44 PM Post #15 |
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Warpclaw chuckled at the sight of his rival verminpaw. the fool was obviously trying to drown his sorrows after his epic failure in skavenfight. |
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