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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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| Sod | Mon 02 May 2016 14:59:11 Post #16 |
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From the kitchen there's a strangled yelp of surprised followed by the ominous sound of popping corn. Its accompanied by the mysterious gurgling of the lemons. Though out of sight, the two noises crescendo into a veritable war of sound punctuated here and there by a vitriolic curse from the kitchen-rats and the warm smell of melting butter. |
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| Morkskittar | Tue 03 May 2016 00:43:38 Post #17 |
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Oksor nodded to Tekris, and vanished into the noisy kitchen. After a few loud clanging and smashing sounds, the kitchen fell silent, and Oksor limped out of the kitchen, reeking of lemons, and tossed the bowl of popcorn to Tekris. Tekris peered into the bowl, and could have sworn he saw a few kernels move... Zarghol slowly stood up, drink still in hand, and took a heavy step in the direction of Sho-Yin. "My presence here cleanses this place, meat-bag. I bring the glory of new life with me wherever I go. And what is it that you do? Lord it over the shadows?" A strange scratching noise sounded near Sod, and he turned curiously to see a trio of lemons lined up on the counter opposite him, eyeing him curiously... not that they had eyes, but Sod was still sure they were watching him. Similarly, Goldgrabb's lemon had begun to squeak and squirt lemon juice on the goblin's hands... 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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| Sod | Tue 03 May 2016 02:44:03 Post #18 |
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People like to say that Death is certain. This is not true. Death is rarely ever certain. Instead Death relies mostly on probability, in part because it makes the job easier and also because people tend to take it a lot less personally when you can explain, “It was a million to one chance that you’d get hit by a lightning...again.” What Death didn’t explain is that, in the undyingly snarky words of the great sage and satiri-rat Scurry Ratchprett, one in a million chances crop up every time. It was simply the way of things, a way that Sod had become more than passingly acquainted with in twenty odd months of perilous work as a street cleaner. The gnoll stared at the suddenly motionless lemons with a burning intensity- all pleasant daydreamy thoughts of pimple popping gone. The lemons didn't move. Sod didn't move. There was a long pause that filled the space between them, followed by a quiet, nearly inaudible thump from somewhere outside the bar. The lemons wiggled, their little mouths glittering with row upon row of blunt, tombstone like teeth. Another ponderous thump quietly shook dust from the rafters and for the first time in a long time, Sod began wondering what the probability was that he and the rest of the patrons at the bar would make it out of Rosko's pub alive and whether or not there would be a mop large enough to clean up the mess that was about to come. |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Tue 03 May 2016 05:44:06 Post #19 |
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Meanwhile, in a kinda-sorta dark corner, Tex'Halik sat sipping cactus wine out of a leather flask and glancing up nervously at the door occasionally. Any moment now... |
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| Warlord Arskittar | Tue 03 May 2016 08:24:42 Post #20 |
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Long ago his mentor, Shady Coppergrabb (the inspiration for his name) has told him that knowledge was power. Shifty had believed it for weeks, until one day he had loosened the nails behind his mentors bookshelf, and crushed Shady with the knowledge he so coveted. Now he worked on the principle that a hammer was actually power, for it had trumped knowledge. Flawed logic, but applicable in this situation. Removing a small cudgel from his belt, the words ''Forget me stick'' etched into the side, he raised it at the lemon, and grinned wickedly. ''You stop tha' leakin' ya' git!'' he squeaked.....at a lemon. Shaking his head, he asked himself, why am I talking to a lemon? Closing his fist around the leaking item, he plonked it into his empty glass of fungus brew. and quickly slammed the glass upside down as as to trap the pesky citrus. Placing a monocle (which lacked any glass, but was still in some minor way useful) over his right eye, he gazed at it through the glass, watching for any new developments. |
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''This is all your fault.'' - Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV Total Fights: Wins (1) Losses (0) Draw (0) The Lab of the Boss The Coppergrabb Chronicles Services Provided: Contact me via PM for more information on how I can help you! Please use IC PMs! Proper Good Business (Spying and General Thuggery) Kinda Good Stuff (Gambling Information and Odds) Dead Shifty Stuff (Bet Fixing Rings and Schemes) | |
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| Skritchit | Sun 22 May 2016 04:35:18 Post #21 |
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The Shadowlord's eye twitched slightly. In truth he wanted to create a distraction but not become it, he hadn't the resources on hand to do both. But no matter, if his contact wanted to meet they would have scratched their mark by now, so either they're here and don't care or they simply didn't show at all. So why not have some fun? "Squeak-spoke like a true...minion. Zarghol was it? Even one as dim-blind as you should be able to see the shadows everywhere, clinging to every squeak-paw and sour-servitor in this half-rotted taproom. Outside these panel-walls shadows are cast-thrown by those who have power over us as well," Sho-Yin took another swig of his drink. "In your particular instance it-it would most likely be...Vileboil? Yes-yes?" The mention of Zarghol's Guildmate caused him to flash his yellowed fangs, the movement was small but spoke volumes. With his attention completely on Sho-Yin, the pungent and pus-filled Skaven didn't notice one of the lemons approaching from behind him on the countertop. The Shadowlord rose from his seat, half stumbling as he did so. He caught himself on a nearby table where he smoothly grabbed another patron's drink before continuing on. "You-you ask what I do? I-I illuminate one paw to hide the other, I light-shine one corner to shadow-shade the rest." With a mischievous look the lemon jumped onto the back of Zarghol's voluminous robes making it's way deeper inside. Sho-Yin took another drunken step forward, one hand holding the cup in front of him while the other was raised behind for balance. "I defeat my enemies, without throwing a single punch." ooc: Really feels like we're hitting a boiling point across all players in this pub! So if anyone wants to interact with my guy or the things I've written about you can. Sho-Yin is in Drunken Master Mode, he'll "clumsily" avoid attacks coming at him in the drunken style but at this point won't throw any direct punches or kicks. Also, I haven't done a pub fight in a looong time so I hope I'm doing this right
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| Wolfwerty33 | Sun 22 May 2016 06:39:37 Post #22 |
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Minutes had past. It looked like he had, in fact, given the New Skaven Front thugs the slip. So he might as well have some fun... Finishing up his cactus wine, he stood up and headed towards the Shadowlord. ooc: so yeah, I'll get in on the fighting action. Tex'Halik is in... erm... I've got no clue how to do a pub fight. And yes I did just introduce Skaven neo-nazis. They are not canon. Unless one of the packlords is overawed by my brilliance and makes them canon. Mutate: just realised weapons aren't allowed. Edited out. Edited by Wolfwerty33, Sun 22 May 2016 06:42:57.
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| Grey Lord Skreetch Warpfang | Wed 25 May 2016 16:46:59 Post #23 |
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Skreetch wandered into the pub. It had been a long day at the lab, and he was looking forwards to relaxing. He was, of course, wearing a metal sheet on his back. Just in case. He walked up to the bar, and muttered: "I want a drink. And a lemon." He looked in distaste at the stinking rat standing in front of a slightly tilted skaven.
Edited by Grey Lord Skreetch Warpfang, Wed 25 May 2016 16:49:52.
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Sat 28 May 2016 12:56:18 Post #24 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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Tekris grunted about how he'd have to detox himself after eating this popcorn when he got back to his lab as he started munching the suspiciously moving popcorn. "Typical black corn" he muttered as he turned about to watch the mounting pub brawl. "A lemon that Zarghol wins" he hissed to the Gnoll beside him. "Gribble!" came a voice from the pet pen. "Hm, Gribble bets a lemon the shadowy one wins" Tekris tsked. |
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| AshenEshin | Sat 28 May 2016 13:06:04 Post #25 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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In one of the many alcoves that dot the walls on this level of the pub an extremely unkempt skaven looked up from the notes he was taking on the bars customers in an attempt to find out why it is the favored bar for Moulders in all HellPit. He could sense the tension mount in the air as some of the noise dissipated, some customers looking at the bar where there appeared to be some sort of confrontation occurring. Several influential looking rats and what appeared to be a lizard-thing were also gravitating towards the bar. Tirr knew that if he could establish the identities of these moulders he could gain useful insight into the minds of the opposition ahead of the next pit fighting championships. Gathering his quills and sheets into his robes Tirr hastily made his way to the bar. |
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He's not a master assassin!, He is a very naughty boy! The Rave(-ing Mad) Cave a.k.a my lab Praise be to Mutae
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| Morkskittar | Wed 08 Jun 2016 21:07:56 Post #26 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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Zarghol paused a moment and stared at Sho-Yin with an angry glint in his eye, and then fished the lemon out of his robes. It was half-rotten, oozing some strange brown liquid, and covered in mold. He tossed it in the direction of the Shadowlord. "I have no need of your double-speak," Zarghol hissed. He turned back towards Oksor and sat down again. "You need to clean up the clientele in this place, bar-rat. And invest in better lemons." |
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| Grey Lord Skreetch Warpfang | Wed 08 Jun 2016 21:14:47 Post #27 |
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Edging quickly away from the half-rotten Zarghol, Skreetch muttered to himself: "Yes-yes, you certainly need-have to clean up something around, here-now." Staring at Oskor, he stammered: "H-h-how about that lemon-thing?" |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Wed 08 Jun 2016 21:23:37 Post #28 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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Tekris looked up from his popcorn. "Skreetch? Is that you? How's your Warp-tooth?" |
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| Grey Lord Skreetch Warpfang | Wed 08 Jun 2016 21:27:37 Post #29 |
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Startled, Skreetch looked at the rat addressing him. He remembered that snout... Oh well. "It k-k-kind of hurt-aches sometimes. I sometimes think-feel that it isn't real-true warpstone. How's your... um... l-lemon?" |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Wed 08 Jun 2016 21:32:37 Post #30 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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Tekris smiled an unnerving smile, "for a pint of Skavenbrew I can help-aid your tooth-gums. I am surgeon-thing as well as flesh moulder. It would not-not do for one of my brother-meat to be in discomfort." "Gribble!" came a voice from the pen. "Gribble thinks you don't remember me. Tekris Zimkus, same-same guild as you?" *Proffers paw to do guild handshake* |
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