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| Morkskittar | Sat 19 Mar 2016 03:36:51 Post #1 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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Music blares across the seventh floor of the pub as Hell Pit's wildest denizens - Skaven and non-Skaven alike - party, drink, fight, gamble, and get down in preparation for what promises to be one of Hell Pit's greatest fighting seasons yet. The rat behind the level's largest bar - a poor, overworked Skaven widely known as Oksor IX, one of Rosko's pitiful younger littermates has earplugs wedged firmly in his ears, and his eyes nervously dart around the packed tables before him, while his paws drum nervously on the wooden counter. |
Novels Written and For Sale: List![]() UE Pub Fight Deaths: 334. Pillz and Pyllz are © by Morkskittar Dark Lord Nihilus Regarding Me: "You're the love child of Vishnu and Pegasus." ![]() Stop Geen Toegang! / Complete Works of Morkskittar / Ask a Skaven! 'zodi | |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Sat 19 Mar 2016 16:23:02 Post #2 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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An iron grey Skaven wanders in, pausing to peer at a sign saying "no beasts". He sighes and drops off a pinkish blob into the nearby set up "Throtling Pen" before marching over to the bar and ordering two steins of the house brew. "Excitable aren't they, Gribble?" he mutters as he passes a stein to the penned pinkish blob. "Gribble." "Yes-yes, just behave. Doesn't scent-look you're allowed at the bar. I'm not-not sure Oksor will make an exception for you in this celebration-thing. Just stay quiet and in the pen." "Gribble?" "...No-no. You'll have to nurse it for once." "Grib!" "I can unmake, Gribble..." "...Grr...ible..." "I thought-thought so." Tekris turns and leaves Gribble in the sectioned off pen and takes a seat by the bar, nursing his drink. |
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| Sod | Sat 19 Mar 2016 16:54:29 Post #3 |
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Sometimes life gives you lemons, the gnoll mused. It didn't matter much if those lemons gurgled softly to each other in a strange and alien tongue or if they had a penchant for biting their would be consumers- Life would, invariably, show up like some crazed lemon farmer and start (carefully) handing them out. In a way, it really was quite thoughtful of Life; after all not everyone was giving away free produce in the Hell Pit. Plus, it never hurt to have a little something to stave off the ol' scurvy. Shame though, thought Sod, that Rosko wouldn't allow them in his establishment. Seemed odd that a barkeep wouldn't want a little free citrus to spice up his drinks with, but then again, there were always folks who wanted to look a perfectly reasonable gift horse in the mouth. In Sod’s experience, that was never a good idea. For one, any animal which served as the chosen steed and companion of Death tended to have a deleterious effect on those who became overly familiar with it; and for two, horses, Sod had been shocked to discover, didn't brushed their teeth. At least, he thought, Rosko could throw a decent enough party, even if the vittles he served weren’t nearly as entertaining as some banned citruses. Still, there were guests of all shapes and sizes and… His gaze fell on the weary skaven at bar. …and those guests had such interesting... Shouldering his pack of moldering refuse and knickknacks, the gnoll made his way through the crowded lobby over to the bar. “H’llo fr’nd, those ‘re some f’ne ear stoppers y’ve got,” he said, smiling an affable, though toothy grin at the skaven, “Would you cons’der trad’n em t'me for s’me l'mons?” |
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| Morkskittar | Sun 20 Mar 2016 02:47:30 Post #4 |
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Oksor rolled his eyes as he saw Sod slide up to the bar, and threw him a lemon instead of giving up his precious earbuds. As the lemon rolled to a stop in front of Sod, it opened its three eyes and yawned, sprouting a host of tiny legs underneath and slowly starting to skitter towards the other being sitting at the bar, a rather tired and crazed-looking Skaven muttering about "gribbles..." Pillz |
Novels Written and For Sale: List![]() UE Pub Fight Deaths: 334. Pillz and Pyllz are © by Morkskittar Dark Lord Nihilus Regarding Me: "You're the love child of Vishnu and Pegasus." ![]() Stop Geen Toegang! / Complete Works of Morkskittar / Ask a Skaven! 'zodi | |
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| Warlord Arskittar | Sun 20 Mar 2016 09:40:34 Post #5 |
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![]() For some reason it was raining, and the diminutive Goblinoid could not quite understand how, or indeed why, given how far beneath the ground he currently found himself. He pulled his florescent striped hat closer down over his eyes, but to little effect as the water continued to stream down, splattering him mercilessly. There is a damn good reason we gobbo stay under ground, he mumbled to himself as he approached the pub, rolling his eyes as he did so. Typical Skaven, he said to one of the passing Goblins. Two doors could be seen, a large one with the symbol of the Horned Rat above it, a large group of mean looking rat-men stood before it, and another smaller one, a mere raggedy cloth serving to cover the portal, to the left of the door, a sign above it that read 'SCUM'. Nudging the nearby Goblin, he chuckled ''Guess that's us lot then?'' as together, the two of them walked in, doffing their hats to the Skaven gathered around the door. It was a Goblins lot in life, to be a second class Citizen, but they had gotten used to it, weaponized that fact and become somewhat indispensable to any settlement they found themselves in. Nearly all of them spied for money, sold 'Hard to Find' goods or performed other services of use to the inhabiting dominant locals. But there was one thing they all shared, a love for fine booze. Wandering to the Gobbo section of the Bar, he sat at a table with his fellows, his hand never far away from the knife at his side, before calling for a round - which came in the form of 'Mushrum Brewz' a fine beverage from the Goblin Settlements of old. Taking out a fat (or Phatt?) Cigar from his pocket, he struck a match against the rubbery skin on the side of his nose, and lit it. A vast puff of green smoke soon covered the table, and he called out to the barmam ''Oi! Letz 'ave uz one o' dem lemon fings eg?'' |
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| Sod | Sun 20 Mar 2016 15:20:37 Post #6 |
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With a low whooping chuckle, Sod carefully snatched up the errant lemon and deposited it, without preamble, in the dubious confines of his sack. Waste not, want not, after all; either the hapless fruit would survive being intimately acquainted with the various caustic, occult, and inedible junk he'd scavenged from the streets, or it wouldn't. If it did, it would be a good learning experience for the lemon, he felt, perhaps even character building. He smiled at Oskor and tipped an imaginary hat in his direction. "'ppreciated, guv." "You kn'w, you've got potent'l..." he said thoughtfully, giving Oskor an appraising look, "and I've always got room f'r another street cleaner amongst my crew. You ever want to change car'rs, I suppose I could find a place for you in the guild. The Pits don't clean themselves," he lied (the Hell Pits largely DID clean themselves, though how, he had yet to figure out), "plus there's benef'ts, like getting to eat what you f'nd and k'p what you can't eat. Never hurts to have a full stomach- mind you that's a figure of speech; course it hurts 'aving a belly full of poison or spoiled meat, but most of the street cleaners 'ave managed to survive their first encounters with food poisonin'." |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Mon 21 Mar 2016 16:19:55 Post #7 |
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"Never much interest in those lemons" murmurred Tekris to no one in particular, taking another sip of his drink. "Dissection shows them to be a hybrid of a minor insectoid-thing with citrus fruit-flesh. Goal-thing is to have an in-indefinite supply of the fruit-flesh as not-not only do they live-last longer than normal citrus fruit-flesh but some are able to re-reproduce. Not-not of great-great interest." He takes another sip. "Hmm, a good batch this brew..." |
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| Morkskittar | Mon 28 Mar 2016 23:40:16 Post #8 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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Oksor rolled his eyes and walked away from Sod, and then tossed a lemon to the goblin sitting at a nearby table. A few moments later, a cold wind swept through the room, and a heavily-cloaked Skaven stepped through the door from an adjacent room. He paused for several moments, then walked slowly and heavily over to the bar, and sat down between Sod and Tekris, giving the loud goblin behind him a glare of death. Oksor quickly ran back to stand before the rat, and bowed. "M-master Zarghol, nice to see you today, what can I get for you." The rat coughed and hacked up a ball of phlegm onto the counter. It began to smoke. The cloaked rat scratched something on his face, and when his fingers left his hood, they were covered in pus and blood. "Something warm to chase away the cold of this night, eh, Oksor?" Pillz |
Novels Written and For Sale: List![]() UE Pub Fight Deaths: 334. Pillz and Pyllz are © by Morkskittar Dark Lord Nihilus Regarding Me: "You're the love child of Vishnu and Pegasus." ![]() Stop Geen Toegang! / Complete Works of Morkskittar / Ask a Skaven! 'zodi | |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Tue 29 Mar 2016 12:12:04 Post #9 |
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*Dips head in silent respect of one of the walking contagions* Thinks Memo to self: make-make sure am not infected by the prescence of one of the Pestilent Breaths. Should-should go through book-thing of potential disease-things and their potential cures. Additional, do not ment-mention cure-curing disease within earshot of this rat...or Vileboil... Tekris takes another sip. "Surprised the mulled ratblood wine is not-not on yet..." |
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| Skritchit | Mon 11 Apr 2016 20:16:22 Post #10 |
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Sho-Yin looked up from his seat in a darkened corner at the newcomer. Zarghol was one of the more deadly Moulders out there, but not the one he was waiting for. Dropping his head back down Show-Yin frowned when he noticed his drink was now empty. He didn't want to get up, knowing that he would most likely loose such a prime seat in the back of the Pub. Instead he shot his hand out to snatch the drink from a passing Servitor, the motion made more fluid by the alcohol already in his system, and placed it on the table in front of him. "Hey-hey! That's my...!" The small brown Skaven stopped his protest when he noticed the strange hat laying next to the Shadowlord. "Yes-yes? You're what?" He replied, intoxicated vapours pouring through his fangs. "No-nothing. Nevermind," said the little rat before scurrying away. Sho-Yin poured some of the drink into his personal cup and took a sip of his prize, then frowned at how warm the beverage was. Inconvenient. He glanced down at his hat, then around at the others assembled in the Pub. The arrival of the Pestilent should make sure that nobody would be paying attention to him... He drunkenly tried to take another sip, and ended up spilling a portion on the table, "oops." Snagging a parchment from the hat, the Shadowlord made to wipe away the spilt liquid, sliding it carefully along the rim of his cup. The Glyph of Coolness subtly chilled the drink to just the right temperature, Sho-Yin took another sip and smiled, pleased with himself. He was still bored though, and this last success had emboldened him. Feeling the cold air fall from the small scroll Sho-Yin let a sinister smile slide across his face then took hold of the Servitors's mug, holding it beneath the edge of the table until the liquid inside froze solid. As he took his hand away the now brittle parchment broke apart until nothing was left, he then sunk his claws into the ice and drew out the drink. Placing the cup to the side he casually flicked his wrist so the ice skidded across the floor coming to a rest close to the bar. "Now we-we'll see who's paying attention." |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Tue 26 Apr 2016 22:42:28 Post #11 |
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*Balances a salted peanut on his nose* "Not sure-sure I care for this band-thing, Oskor. What-what were they called again?" |
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| Morkskittar | Fri 29 Apr 2016 15:29:39 Post #12 |
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Oksor shrugged at Tekris's question. As if I would know all of the acts Rosko plays in this dump. Some young group of Skaven. Something with bells in the name. They're all the rage." His eyes followed the ice skittering across the floor, and he frowned down at it before looking up to find its source. He stared at the shadowy figure in the back before shrugging once more, sliding a warm drink to Zarghol, and then moving away to serve somerat else. Zarghol himself slowly turned around, shedding large flakes of skin and dripping steaming pus on the floor, and stared down at the one who threw ice across the floor. In a quiet voice that somehow still cut through the noise, he spoke. "Why do you insist on dirtying this place with your carelessness, shadowed one?" Pillz |
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| Sod | Mon 02 May 2016 01:47:45 Post #13 |
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Sod stared at the festering skaven with open admiration and wondered what it would be like to pop the world's biggest pimple or to pick the deepest scab. He imagined it would be something much like being Zarghol. |
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| Skritchit | Mon 02 May 2016 05:10:54 Post #14 |
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Sho-Yin laughed quietly into his cup as he went for another drink, his fluid movements seemingly exaggerated by the alcohol already in his system. "Me dirtying this place? If we-we're lucky we may see one Clan-thing slip on that cube before it melt-merges with the rest of the spit and vomit," he said, gesturing vaguely to Oksor. "No offense, Bar-rat." The Shadowlord took another sip from his glass and finally noticed how quiet it had gotten, no backing down now. "But you, Stink-thing, trailing pus-piss with each step. Your matted fur staining the wood and your stink-stench filling the air, why do you insist on dirtying this place?" |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Mon 02 May 2016 12:37:42 Post #15 |
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Tekris turns quickly to the barkeep. "Oskor! Your fine-finest popcorn, please!" |
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