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| The Door Creaks Open...; slowly | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon 14 Nov 2016 04:50:52 (191 Views) | |
| Vicarious | Mon 14 Nov 2016 04:50:52 Post #1 |
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Master Moulder
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A loud creak disturbs the otherwise quiet pub as the door is slowly pushed open. A frail looking Skaven with greying fur and layers upon layers of jet black cloaks steps through the entryway. His beady black eyes flicker with periodic lightning strikes of the familiar warpstone green as he surveys his surroundings. His gait is unsteady, though he walks with no support, and stoops low as he makes his way to the bar. His thin fingers began to fish around in his pockets as he approaches. Rosko quickly makes his way to the door to close it behind the newcomer. Returning to his post, he nervously attempts to look busy wiping counters and straightening glasses all while avoiding eye contact with the stranger. The newcomer reaches over the bar to pour himself a mug of Skavenade and takes it to an empty table along the wall. The ale sloshes with his limp, and he continues to furious dig among his pockets as he walks. He sits down heavily and the clatter of his tankard breaks the silence, spilling a bit of ale across the table. A grin spreads across his face revealing an unnatural looking row of fangs that appear a touch too sharp and a touch too green as if a result of experimental warpstone modification. He produces a small white mouse with several black oozing sores, holding it by the tail. His voice is only heard by those closest to him, barely above a whisper. He seems to be talking mostly to himself and there is an unnerving playfulness to his voice. "Ahh yessss my tiny-small thing, there we are now" "Have some. Have Some!" he plunks the quivering mouse into his mug. "We remmember, yessss, we remember home. We like being back yes-yes. It's been ssssssoo long" |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Mon 14 Nov 2016 05:08:00 Post #2 |
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IC: Tex'Halik shivered, in part from the lack of warmth in his blood, in part from the visitor. This newcomer, or was it oldcomer, would need to be watched closely... OOC: Welcome (back?)! Signups are here, you choose your guild by choosing a poll option here, and the season's rules are here Come join the Shattered Knights, we have cookies. |
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| Vicarious | Mon 14 Nov 2016 05:25:07 Post #3 |
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He stares at his mouse, still dangling by the tail, and flicks at it with a single claw as he continues to talk to it/himself. "Poisssson master yes-yes. Look at the adorable little mouse with it's potionss and cauldronss. Quick-fast and effective hmmmm, but lacking in ART." He prods into one of the sores causing a small squeak of protest from his pet. "We do not like them, no-no. Need to think big-tall. Now a nice plaaague" he lets out a small giggle "Those were the fun times. A slow start, incubating, growing, gaining in strength. They wept and pussed and oozed. Remember little one?" |
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| blader4411 | Mon 14 Nov 2016 09:22:58 Post #4 |
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Lacunae
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"Whilst I am not one to judge a discipline sanctioned by the Council", Lacunae interjected from her seat in the corner, "I am certain you are aware of a rather wild contagion that passed through these tunnels recently?" Lacunae stared at the mouse with a wary expression in her heterochromatic eyes. "You have better control over your creations, I trust?" OOC: I'm not sure this is a player, Wolf
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| Vicarious | Mon 14 Nov 2016 10:22:53 Post #5 |
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Master Moulder
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The stranger put down his mouse and looked towards Lacunae, tilting his head slightly and making a series of clicking noises. The mouse quivered and glanced around frantically, but made no motion to escape. "Elf-thingsssssssssssshould trussssst the Old Masterss. Control? Yes-yes. Wild? No-no. Not our work. Not our style. We ssseek Perfection." He makes a tapping noise on the table that causes the mouse to sit upright and stare forward, as if at attention. It remains motionless until it's scooped carefully back into it's master's paws where it disappears for a time into the folds of his cloak. |
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| blader4411 | Tue 15 Nov 2016 14:10:08 Post #6 |
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Lacunae
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"Masters." At this, a long drawn-out sigh escaped Lacunae's lips. "I've known many masters, across three ages of the World. Warriors, mages and scholars each perfect in their own way. Yet time is the great leveler, and it will claim us all in the end. Most are forgotten, but a rare few are revered to this day." Another glance at the mouse, then true eye contact for the first time. "I wonder, friend, will your brand of perfection endure when your body is but dust in the wind?" |
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| Vicarious | Tue 15 Nov 2016 18:48:28 Post #7 |
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Master Moulder
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"Yesss Elf-Thing.. Frrrriend. Friends we were. In a past World" Lacunnae's gaze reveals subtle familiar features they couldn't quite place. The old Skaven carried himself like an experienced pitfighter, but certainly hasn't been seen since the Rise of the Mutae... "Perhapsss we shall be frriendss again" he purrs "The Shattered Knights are known for their solidarity. We hope to rely on their strength to rrrrise again." |
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| Warlord Arskittar | Wed 16 Nov 2016 07:54:51 Post #8 |
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Friends in a past world? What a load of tosh! thought the Goblin to himself as he shamelessly eavesdropped on the discussion to which he was probably not meant to be part of. Dragging over a stool with the subtlety of a Rhinox in a glassware hut. Sitting opposite the elf and ratthing, he tried to think of something witty to say, but ultimately failed - sitting gormlessly instead. |
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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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| blader4411 | Thu 17 Nov 2016 02:11:24 Post #9 |
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Lacunae
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"The Shattered Knights..." Lacunae paused, glancing over at the goblin. She recognized the face, but it was always difficult to attach a name to members of the fungoid species. "As evidenced by my comrade and myself, we as a guild do not discriminate. We do not choose based on race, nor ask for your background - the means by which you came about your position. So long as you are willing to abide by certain principles, then you may be counted among us." |
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| Vicarious | Thu 17 Nov 2016 03:34:51 Post #10 |
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Master Moulder
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The stranger's nose twitched in the air and his ratty fur bristled slightly. He was not accustomed to the multi-cultural society that Hell Pit had become. Elf-things, Green-things, Green-Elf Things, all lesser races, but not to be underestimated. He watched his pet scamper around the table for a few moments more before tucking him back within the safety of his folds. Those watching caught a glimpse of the small brand etched on the white mouse's hindquarters: A Skaven Triangle with a single letter in the middle, too small to see from the distance. "Little Green-Thing.... We all have our usssess. You may prove ussseful to us yet. Only Time can tell." The old rat returns his gaze to Lacunae, staring intently but with unfocused eyes as if his vision was failing him. "Among ussss perhapss. Or perhapss not. It isss too early yet and the Knightssss are a mere ssssstepping stone to the True Way. We ruled Hell Pit oncessss before and we will rule again. Time is on your side this round old Friend, but we hope to return to our glory. They ssay my lab has been destroyed and ransacked. We shall ssee about that. Even starting anew we will make the Inner Domain rise again!" With his last exclamation he jumped to his feet nearly knocking over his chair in the process. He glanced around and twitched nervously, realizing the already quiet bar had gone completely silent during his tirade. For a moment he scratched furiously at his fleas before slowly returning to his seat and took in a long draw from his Skavenade... |
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| blader4411 | Thu 17 Nov 2016 06:14:19 Post #11 |
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Lacunae
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"Ah, the Inner Domain. That coveted seat, that poisoned chalice! Moulders died by the dozen, in the pits and gutted by intrigue, all to claim that burning throne. It was costly, but I suppose it bred strength in its own way," Lacunae gave a solemn nod to the Skaven and raised her glass. "A toast to what was lost, and to the path ahead." OOC: Welcome back Black Death! Let's Make Pitfighting Great Again!
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| Black Death | Fri 18 Nov 2016 07:02:47 Post #12 |
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Najelith grinned and drank in response. It was good to be home. He picks up his mug and moves closer to Tex'Halik, staring at the lizard-thing intently. Edited by Black Death, Fri 18 Nov 2016 09:07:41.
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