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From the Depths; Official Rosko RP Thread - NM Part I
Topic Started: Mon 26 Dec 2016 05:30:29 (1,211 Views)
Morkskittar
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Rosko's Pub bubbles with activity. As Moulders, Hunters, Enginseers, and Servitors - and even the occasional off-duty or undercover Inquisirat - bask in the aftermath of the most recent Hunt in one of the main rooms, one of the doors to the outside bursts open, revealing a bleeding, bedraggled rat standing between the warmth of the pub and the cold wind from the tunnels. His fur is matted and torn, his skin in tatters, and both of his eyes have been violently gouged out. His mouth moves soundlessly for several moments, before faint, whispery words hiss through the warm pub air: "We... are all... part... watches..."

The Skaven staggers forward, leaving bloody pawprints in his wake. His empty eye sockets are fixated directly on the Oksor tending the bar, Oksor IX, who withdraws slightly and bats aside a muttering lemon. After only a few steps, the dying rat falls flat on his face, and with a sickening series of squelches, cracks, and gurgles, the rat dies, his corpse collapsing and falling apart all over the nice clean floor.

From the corpse then roll three objects; one a small locked box, the second a huge chunk of valuable warpstone, and the third something wrapped in cloth and thread. The Moulders present in the room all eye each other, and the likely valuable objects on the floor, hungrily...


OOC: Welcome, one and all, to the first official Rosko RP thread! This particular thread will only cover a few hours of in-game time, but will spread over several weeks, including both phases of the turn. Participation in this particular thread requires at least two posts a week, minimum, and will be updated at least that often as well. If you think you cannot post that often, please do not participate.

This thread follows typical play-by-post RP rules. In essence, your character can do anything that makes sense, and act however they want, but for any action that would affect another player or the progression of the story, you must wait for an update posted by me or another Packlord to resolve it.

This thread is open to any players who make at least one post in it before Wednesday, December 28, at 23:59 GMT. Your actions in this RP will yield tangible rewards in-game. This thread is a first test of this mechanic, and also the first part in a series of roleplaying threads involving a longer story. To participate in the subsequent threads in this story, you must first participate in this one.

Every player who participates must roleplay as their Moulder, and their Moulder only.

The Scene: A badly injured rat has walked in to Rosko's pub and unceremoniously died on the floor. Normally, this would not be cause for alarm, or even notice, save for the valuable warpstone his corpse dropped, his cryptic final words, and the extent and unnatural-ness of the damage to his body. Your Moulders are sitting around the pub, most wanting the Warpstone, and maybe some curious as to what the other items are, or what this rat was doing walking into a pub on the verge of death... best of luck.
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Tirr had heard the pub go quiet and raised his head from his social study just in time to witness the mysterious rat's last words and sickening collapse. Immediately a sea of HellPitters formed between the corpse and himself, cutting off his path to the unfortunate skaven. Briefly pondering the situation Tirr decided his best course of action was to be a voice of authority while the crowds of Rosko's were still gripped by indecision.
Taking his quill in one hand and book in the other Tirr advanced through the crowd. "Important Moulder, make way-move please!".
Using the uncertainty caused by his words Tirr hastened his way to the side of the brutalized figure on the ground.
Crouching on the ground by the figure Tirr checked for signs of life in vain.
Noticing the continued lack of reaction Tirr decided to continue to exploit his voice of authority tactic.
"Is anyone here-now a medical expert? Is there a member-rat of the Inquisition here? Quickly, this strange-rat is dead!"
With that out of the way Tirr turned his attention to his journal and scribbled some quick notes about the odd death of the creature.
Odd Death In Pub:
We are all part watches- meaning? What can we all be part of? Plan? HellPit? Watches- device or action? Why device? Who watches?Flying spy fish rumors!
Badly mutilated being- horrific damage. Should have died before now? Purposeful damage to eyes- not trees. Intelligent damage- torture/sacrifice? Inquisition/Cult?
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Life does not play particularly fair. Instead, like an itinerant writer, it makes stories with whatever is at hand- sometimes it’s a monkey at a typewriter other times it’s an eyeless rat that dies un-mourned in the grimy demesne of an ill-tempered pub. Either way, it had all the classic signs of a plot hook: introduction of quandary, spiced with a dash of arcane mutterings and peppered with just a pinch of mystery.

Gimble moved through the crowd, stooping to retrieve the items dropped by the skaven.

It would be interesting to see how things played out.
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"I'm a surgeon-thing!" shouted Tekris before he realised he'd opened his mouth. He cursed himself inwardly as numerous eyes (some more in their owners' heads than had any right to be) turned to regard him. He cursed Gribble for not being there but having something more important to attend to other than drinking. He also cursed Brrx for some reason or another. He'd think of a good reason later.

He sighed and pushed through the crowd to take a good look at the corpse and wishing he'd brought better surgery equipment with him.

Action: Study the corpse and prepare for a medical examination.
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Lacunae frowned from her seat in the corner. A mysterious Skaven dropping dead on the floor - bearing clear marks of violence. Unusually valuable goods laid out for the taking in one of the most crowded establishments in this district. Why did he die here of all places? This seemed more than mere coincidence.

"I would have ignored this in the past, but with my newfound status comes increased responsibility. I should not leave without establishing the facts, in any case."

That left a problem however: Lacunae had intended only to stay at Rosko's for an hour, after which she would attend a Ratzmas party hosted by the Make Elves Great Again (MEGA) Foundation where she had been invited to speak. They would be irritated at an abrupt cancellation, but if this venture were to prove profitable, a gift would surely mollify them...

Her course of action decided, Lacunae began looking around the pub for a courier - she needed to send a message to the residents of her Laboratory.
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Tex'Halik sighed into his drink (cactus wine, poorly made), eyes flicking across from the drink to the body to the badly-disguised Inquisrat in the corner. The Inquisition was already suspicious about him, and a rat muttering cryptic last words before falling to pieces in the same room as him would look bad on his Inquisition file, even if he couldn't be proven to have anything to do with it.

Still, what the rat had dropped was of interest, perhaps of enough interest to warrant the wrath of the Inquisition by picking it up. And the dying words, "We... are all... part... watches...", well, that was interesting. It didn't make sense, though, not that you'd expect sense from a dying rat.

He stood up to take the small locked box (for closer examination only, I merely wished to make sure it would not harm the citizens of Hell Pit...), before remembering that it lay mere inches away from a chunk of warpstone the size of a man's heart. That would be a problem, he could not risk touching the mutating stone. In his lab, he was protected by the charms and chuncks of lead woven into his work-suit, but that suit never left his tower. Xlqox might have been able to handle it safely, Saurii being rather more resistant to mutation, but he was off in one of the shadowy brawling pits, smashing Packmaster's pathetic beast-like attempts and various other fighters into the ground for a small fee and the thrill of being able to do what he was designed for.

Tex'Halik sighed again, sat back down, took another sip of wine and waited for someone to take the warpstone. Then, the crowd would most likely clear away...
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It was darn cold outside. Victor raised his collar and lowered his hat, walking headway into the icy wind. He longed for a drink at Rosko's, so he took a sharp left and climbed the street leading up to its front doors.

Stepping in from the cold outside, he welcomed the heat of the central bar room. Contrary to the noise he had expected, he found instead a room in silence with a few hushed murmurs here and there. Before him lay a dead rat in an assortment of supposed valuables, with a ring of eager crows already circling around their prey.

When he stepped into the establishment, he could feel many eyes fixed on him, as if he too were about to drop dead in some macabre actor's fashion. When he didn't, the attention was quickly drawn back to the dead rat and his valuables.

Victor took his time to question five independent residents of the pub about what had preceded his entrance. That way he could be relatively sure that they were telling the truth.
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Sinclaw Darklurker sat in his corner covertly watching the proceedings. He was not about to leap in to the center of a crowd and grab the items however valuable. Such an action would surely trigger a fight. He subtly loosened his pistols in their holsters and took a sip from his drink, all the while keeping one beady eye upon Gimble as he stooped to pick up the items. Sinclaw leaned back in to his chair, reassured by the solid oak back. Better to watch how this played out and then figure out of there was an opportunity for acquisition later, than get in to a fight.


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Tirr heard at the back of his mind that a surgeon was present and felt the crowd begin to stir restlessly as individuals made their way from the throng to the space formed around the corpse. Tirr turned back to his notes to establish a motive for the victim. He knew that the logical thing to do was to look for a killer's motive but right now any evidence that might help with that was in the hands of an oddly familiar mustached robot.
Tirr analysed the situation in his head. He was an expert on the skaven psyche, and there was rarely a state of mind more interesting than that of a dying ratman. Tirr began to rapidly submit his deductions into his journal, all while hunched over the sprawled out skaven.

Dying skaven stumbles into pub- not a natural response for skaven who seek refuge and solitude when displaying weakness.
What could cause him to come to the pub? Too public, he was weak and carrying valuables. Feels secure in public? Ask medic rat to ascertain age of victim, possible Tirrpsychosis sufferer? If not: Under stringent orders?Attempt to warn valued associate? Was not meant to make it this far... Did he complete his purpose? Connection to pub?- managed to make his way here weakened and blinded.


Tirr stood up and noticed something odd about the corpse. It was sprawled facing the bar, towards the place where customers were definitely going to be.And Oskor. The rat knew the layout of the pub, by memory or unnatural means? There was only one logical way to progress his investigation.
Action: Tirr asked if anyone knew the victim in question.He was particularly sure to look at the barman while asking.
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If a rat dies in the middle of a pub and no one notices, was its life spent in vain?
People certainly had noticed this one, but perhaps not the right people.
Armed with the items dropped by the thing which up until just a few moments ago had been a skaven, Gimble called over his shoulder, "Taking these to the proper authorities. Will return with backup so a proper inquisition can be performed."

And with that he left, ambling in the direction of the nearest Inquisirat office.
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Sinclaw quickly pulled his cloak up over his head and leaving his drink on the table slipped through the crowd to the door. once outside he glanced left and right, spotted the animatron and from a short distance started to follow him. If he was taking those artifacts to the Inquisition then Sinclaw was a breeder.
Edited by Twitch, Wed 28 Dec 2016 09:06:36.


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Quick to respond, and still standing in the doorway, Victor hurries after Gimble.
"Hold on you. You're messing up a Crime scene here. I suggest you return those items now while we call in the Inquisirats."

Action: Victor tries to grab and stop Gimble.
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Tekris' awareness of his surroundings had narrowed to a slit. He only saw the corpse and the instinct to dissect and study.

"Tekris must operate" he giggled.
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As Gragg'Dvorak makes his way towards Rosko's Pub for his weekly restock of beverage, a familiar looking automaton, skaven and human dash out through the front door. Unsure what to think of it, the ogre makes is way inside but is stopped when his path is blocked by a crowd.

"So busy in here..."

"Why is people standing around here?"

Although Gragg'Dvorak is towering over everyone else in the room, his line of sight on the middle of the crowd is blocked by all the curious people bending over to get a good look.

"Smells like blood? Someone stupid dropped good piece of meat on floor?"

The ogre pushes some of the crowd aside with ease, till he reaches the middle of the circle. When the lifeless body with Tekris and Tirr next to it comes into view, he stops and stares down in confusion.

"Why is dead rat here? Where are rat's eyes?"
Edited by Jorry Potsie, Wed 28 Dec 2016 23:33:56.

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Wait, items? Gimble had grabbed all of them? Tex'Halik lept to his feet and ran to join Victor in persuading Gimble to put the items back. It was a crime scene after all, and since the owner was most definately and permanently dead, he could most likely have them back after the Inquisition was finished examining them... minus one locked box, of course.

Most likely, the idea that there might be a reason to leave them with the body would be complicated for the automation to understand. After all, he did not have fingerprints to contaminate the evidence, but a variety of scying techniques required the items to be left near the item of import, in this case the corpse.

Action: Run after Gimble alongside Victor.
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