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Topic Started: Tue 30 Aug 2016 00:24:38 (212 Views)
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For the damage done to my lab,
for the injuries done to my beasts,
for the harm done to the sacred task of creating the body of Mutae
there will be a reckoning.

Tirr, pray I don't find evidence that it was you.
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A peanut strikes the side of the Gimble's armour causing a resounding ting.

Laughing echoes over the noise in the bar, generated by a small, odd-looking group of creatures. Gimble recognises them as The Hellpack, or at least a few of them.

[OOC: your mutagins are too low for you to be taken seriously in a bar like this ;) ]
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Glod-Unbaraki
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"Von Vampyr, how about ya give da metal bug a chance? He is very shiny and seems to like making noise. He is good bug." The imposing shape of 'Big Boss' Urkuz shouted from the other side of the taproom, his sonorous voice causing many nearby to cower.
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Servos whirred as the automaton stooped to pick up the organic projectile and regard the mirthful group. "Arachis hypogaea," Gimble crooned like a high voltage wire, "the common peanut, used to cause cardiac arrest, anaphalaxis and even death in certain individuals. Its even rumored that these common peanuts possess mystical qualities, and can create a barrier impenetrable to those of the vampiric persuasion, if arranged properly in a line."

"Thank you for the specimen," he said, swaying respectfully in his chassis towards Feskermusker's brood.

"And is that the one and only, 'Big Boss' Urkuz I spy with my shiny eye? Its good to see you looking so fit and hale as always."

"If you honorable moulders will excuse me though, it seems I must ready myself for what is to come. Please keep yourselves safe in the meanwhile."
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''Wierdo.'' mumbled Shifty as he watched the Mettalic Monster chunter to itself in the middle of the Bar. Ordering himself a Drink (nuffin' bu' the best Green Stuff) and another for Urkuz, the Goblin kicked back, feet up on the table, Cigar hanging from his mouth, and opened his coat, producing a small scrap of paper for the Boss to see. Flashing it at the Orc, he smiled a semi-toothless grin.

''Squig Oil, 'elps me keep me nashers in such good nick!'' he smiled, wicked fangs and shattered molars on display ''Qualit' total legit quality. 'ow do you look after your nashers boss?'' he asked rhetorically ''Probably the same as all dem 'over ladz, bit o' blood, bit 'o mud? Well, let me change your life.''

Placing the scrap of parchment on the table, which read ''Ded Good Squig Oil, 5T.'' he winked at the Orc, and rubbed his fingers together in the universally accepted symbol for money.
''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

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"Squig oil?" Urdash glanced around quizzically. From what he remembered they were little balls of teeth, but squig oil sounded absolutely medicinal. Besides, asking about the reckoning seemed to be a way to fall headfirst into trouble. He could hear the striking rhythm of passion from the Ratborg, yet the green skin oozed a calming silence.
"Is that the kind you breathe or the kind you drink?"
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you're looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
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Respecting the Beast-Gitz intuition on the subject of fine quality medicine, the Goblin doffed his tall hat as the creature sat down. Another potential customer! he thought to himself, never one to shy away from a sales opportunity.

Naturally he had not seen the actual Squig-Oil, nor had he even secured a supplier, or did he fully understand what the substance could do. But naturally, these elements where just tactical oversights, terminalogical inexactitudes, benefits to the process of the sale. After all was sales not 70% flair, 20% snazz, and 1% information (He had never mastered percentages).

"Alf and 'are." He responded to the Beast "Sniff it, drink it? Your choice. I 'ave mastered the combination of the two types of Squig Oil!" He said, now lying through his teeth.
''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

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Urdash rubbed his horns, the tiny lumps were barely visible through his long fur. How did a greenskin get down here anyway? Even though the rat beasts that scurried about Hell Pit were similar to him, they still stared at him with beaded eyes. Their smell was different to his. They scurried, where he strode. The only thing they hated more than each other was an outsider. Another thought occurred; How do you oil a Squig?
"Maybe a sample is needed."
Urdash's body swayed gently, his foot tapping on the grimy floor below them. Caring for a herdstone was a lot more trouble than he'd imagined it. He could always hear the stone's beating heart, ghastly voices seemed to pervade his head, and the dancing. Oh how he loathed the dancing.
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you're looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
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Samples. The bane of the salesman, the incessant need to display the products promised, before the money had exchanged hands. His mind worked overtime, he simply had to work out a solution to this issue, sort out this issue, cut off this beast like creatures ambition to test the product - and fast.

A plan formulated in his mind, resting there malevolently as he played it out. Freshness, you can't uncork the brew without spoiling it. A horrified, aghast look crawled across the Goblins face, as he looked at the Beast-Git "I can't uncork quality! Gotta keep it fresh!" he boldly explained.

Hoping his ploy had worked by introduction, the green skin continued "You've gotta store it in good condishuns ya get me, keeps the brew going strong." he chuntered.
''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

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"How about you shut your mouth, Urkuz? What am I saying, if you did that you'd forget how to breathe!" Futher laughter erupted from the HellPack posse at Valaya's comments. The little android with the peanut had been all but forgotten.
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Urkuz's fists clenched as he glowered at the group. Fortunately some kind gobbo in a strange hat had provided him with a supply of delicious squig-based cocktail. Or, at least, that's what the gobbo had said. Urkuz downed the drink and reached out to grab at the gobbo's back, missing wildly.
"You! Hat boy! Give me more of this squig drink?! It is good. Give!" He grasped again, catching little but air as he expected the goblin to be much taller.
"Goat! ahaahaahhaa! Hah! Goat! mooooo?!" Urkuz seemed very, very confused and inebriated, more so than you'd expect in an ork his size...
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"But with quality Squig Oil, you won't need to take shit from
no body!
the Goblin responded immediately. Jumping on the opportunity to aggrandise his green skinned compatriot yet further he stood on the table sweeping his arms wide "Urkuz the Strong! 'E uses Squig Oil, and 'e ain't to be laffed at!"

He winked at the Orc, hopefully having riled the Orc significantly. Either way, all publicity was good publicity, and if nought else he could convince this green lummox that he needed Squig Oil.

Quality.

He handed the Orc a greenish drink, easily passable as Squig Oil, and dived under the table.
Edited by Warlord Arskittar, Tue 30 Aug 2016 09:17:50.
''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

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The Coppergrabb Chronicles

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Having never spent much time around Orcs, Urdash only knew what he was told, and he was told they were as hard as rocks, and roughly as intelligent. He was starting to see why. Urkuz was big, his voice was loud and he didn't seem to notice Shifty's delight at serving him. No one was ever this happy to give. Nor was Urdash happy to receive Urkuz's introduction. He could feel the anger pulsing through his mind. His horns burned with emotion. He could really use a Squig-based drink.
"We are a fighting race not unlike your own, Urkuz."
Urdash found himself clenching a mug of 'Squig-oil'. It smelled alluring, but the taste was something completely different. It was the kind of stuff people would say "puts whiskers on your snout" or claim "cured what ails you." Or perhaps even that another one could be bought at a leading goblin near you!
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you're looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
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So good to see people getting along, Goldgrabb observed, indeed in most goblin hovels at least three greenskins would have ended their already miserable lives by now. Alcohol and Violence - it appeared that the two went hand (or hoof) in hand. Smiling in a disturbingly nice manner as the beast-man necked his Squig based supplement, Shifty watched as the tension in the room grew yet further.

Producing from within his coat a simple scrap of paper, upon which was written (with numerous crossings out to correct spelling errors) "Legit Purveyor" in almost every language imaginable (which depending on the scope of ones imagination could be rather few), he held it aloft and cried out "Get Yer Squig Oil! Only the best from your best local goblin seller, Me!"
''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

Total Fights:
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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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