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| From the Depths; Official Rosko RP Thread - NM Part I | |
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| Morkskittar | Mon 26 Dec 2016 05:30:29 Post #1 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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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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| Morkskittar | Thu 29 Dec 2016 21:10:50 Post #16 |
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Tirr was the first to react to the strange occurrence - or at least, the first to react with any sense of purpose. Striding through the throng of curious rubberneckers, Tirr made his way to the dead rat's body, kneeling by it and scribbling his observations into a pad. The Skaven was very badly damaged, and looked as if he had been mauled by a small pack of nasty beasts. He was able to identify rip-marks consistent with claws, tooth-marks consistent with jaws, scorch-marks consistent with flames, deep wounds consistent with sharp poking implements, and bruises consistent with any manner of blunt damage. And, of course, the rat was missing his eyes and most of his throat had been torn out. Tekris quickly made his way to Tirr's side, hissing the WyrdTech rat aside, and cast his expert eyes over the poor soul. After patting down the dead rat, and moving aside the shredded remnants of a red cloak that the Skaven had once worn, Tekris found one particularly deep wound in the rat's back. Deep inside that wound, just out of Tekris' reach without ripping the body apart, something glinted. Tirr's eyes saw it as well as Tekris poked around. Tekris quickly concluded that the rat had died of blood loss, after having been mauled by a particularly nasty beast - or set of beasts. While Tirr and Tekris were focused intently on the Skaven, the opportunistic automaton Gimble, doing something to wash away his robotic sorrows, leapt into action to scoop up the dropped items, managing to pocket the Warpstone Shard, box, and wrapped item before drawing to the edge of the curious circle. At the edges of the pub, Lacunae skirted the crowd, and located an equally curious Druchii courier, standing nearby the table occupied by Tx-Hallik, who's Skinky eyes watched the exchange between elves with almost as interest as the hubbub at the center of the room. The courier looked at Lacunae as she approached him, and inclined his head. "Lacunae, it is an honor to meet you. How can I be of service?" By the door, the chilled Victor von Hohenfeld stepped in, shaking himself off and trying to banish the cold. As he stepped inside, he was conscious of the noise his feet made, and half of the eyes in the pub fell on him. His own eyes were quickly drawn to the rat lying dead on the floor, with Tirr and Tekris poking and muttering over the body. He quickly sidled up to the nearest huddle of patrons - two dwarfs, two humans, and a something trying to catch his lemon - and asked what was up. "Way I see it," one of the dwarfs said softly, "was that this rat came in here, carrying valuables, and then said something about how we are all part watches, and then died. A mad-rat, it seems... and that automaton over there took what was on the floor. Gimble, isn't it? The heretic?" As the words were spoken, Gimble made his way toward the door, offering excuses about bringing the valuables to the proper authorities. He had hardly taken thirteenn steps towards the door, however, before he found his way barred by Victor and several of his new "pals." Gimble also became acutely aware of the presence of the skinky Tex-Hallik, and the more shadowy presence of Sinclaw Darklurker. Gimble quickly found himself surrounded by a small pack of patrons, unhappy that Gimble seemed to be taking more than his fair share... Those few left around the dead rat's body parted ways as the Ogre Gragg'Dvorak lumbered in from another room. He stopped by Tekris and Tirr, and muttered his questions, though whether he was asking himself or the two terrible T's of Tekris and Tirr, no one could tell. Tirr, for his part, ignored the Ogre, and stood up. He asked if anyone knew the rat, pointedly looking at Oksor... who, in turn, pointedly captured a pair of runaway lemons. No one else came forward, but he did also notice a pair of Moulders sipping some sort of booze giving off black smoke look decidedly uncomfortable at their table nearby Lacunae and her elven friend. OOC: Thread no longer open to join in; participating we have: -Tirr -Lacunae -Gimble -Tekris -Tex'Hallik -Victor -Sinclaw -Gragg'Dvorak Onward! ![]() 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 | Fri 30 Dec 2016 02:17:13 Post #17 |
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"Ah, an escort. Good!" Gimbled noted, taking the turn of events in literal stride, "Gentlerats, Monsieur Skink. Let us make haste to the Inquisirats. Time is of the essence." "Victor, would you kindly hold onto this warpstone, and Tex, could you hold this box? Its cumbersome carrying all three of these and right now we need to inform the inquisirats of the possible heresy here immediately." "Master Darklurker," Gimble called over his mechanical shoulder, "would you kindly accompany us to the inquisirat's command post?" |
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| Eom | Fri 30 Dec 2016 06:40:26 Post #18 |
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Victor examined the Warpstone closely. Were there any Marks or anything else that may give clues as to its origin. "Master Gimble, the items are going to stay here while we call in the Inquisirats to investigate on the spot." Suddenly his eyes fell on the victims bloody footprints. Gesturing towards his newfound friends, he says: "Any of you guys in for an adventure? Please help me backtrack these prints to see where this rat came from." He left his newly acquired Warpstone by the side of the victim, picked up a lantern from the wall and set off on a trot, following the bloodstains through the snow. He didn't even spare a moment to see if anybody followed his lead. |
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Victor von Hohenfeld Losses: 7 Wins: 11 Tournament wins: Execution of Ikkilit | |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Fri 30 Dec 2016 08:47:13 Post #19 |
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"Interesting. Blood loss seem-seems the cause and not the brutality of the wounds themselves nor the shock. Despite these injuries which scent-seem to have been inflicted by beasts (and maybe a packmaster or two), he still managed to stagger here, blind, and uttered some whispered word-squeaks. That sort of toughness is almost in-Skaven." Tekris paused and shot a glance at this floor's Oksor. "Oksor? I need-want a long and thin pair or forceps. Perhaps you have a pair you use for ice? There is something strange in this wound but take-grabbing it through claw probing would severely damage the corpse." He mulled for another moment on how the Skaven survived this long and what its red cloak might mean. "Anyrat a magic-thing user? Can they scent-see if this victim was invigorated or controlled by magic? Perhaps-may he was dead before he entered the pub..." |
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| Jorry Potsie | Fri 30 Dec 2016 11:38:14 Post #20 |
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"What ratty doctor say? Dead by... magic makes this much blood? Gragg not know..." "No brother, ratty doctor means magic made dead rat walk. What do rats call? Ne... necromagic?" "Necromagic is bad brother, dead things is dead, dead things stay dead, not alive..." The ogre takes a moment to process this and turns to Tekris. "Ratty doctor, move aside, Gragg'Dvorak will look!" Giving Tekris only a short moment to finish his inspection, the ogre lifts the corpse and holds it in front of its two heads. The left head, Dvorak, closes its eyes and concentrates, while Gragg inspects the body from top to bottom, mostly by sniffing. Action: Search for traces of magic and determine how fresh the wounds and blood are. Edited by Jorry Potsie, Fri 30 Dec 2016 12:46:00.
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| AshenEshin | Fri 30 Dec 2016 12:21:57 Post #21 |
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Receiving no audible reply from the rat who was working the bar Tirr cast his gaze past the crowd until he located two moulders anxiously sipping their beverages and seemed to be purposely ignoring the unfolding events. With the possibility of a mystery, valuables and the announcement that beasts were somehow involved what moulder wouldn't be interested? Unless they had a vested interest in not being involved. They were not the only moulders loitering away from the crowd but they were however the only ones more preoccupied with their drinks. Hoping he had read their body language correctly Tirr advanced towards them, book and quill in hand. " Excuse me moulders but would happen to know the identity of the unfortunate rat in question? Co-operation is appreciated as I wish to have as much of this sorted out before the inquisition arrive as possible. The more you can tell me now means possibly less time being interviewed by the inquisitors.Tirr the Strange of WyrdTech by the way."Before he could stop himself Tirr had offered his paw for the man-thing tradition of handshaking. Action:Question the suspicious moulders |
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| blader4411 | Fri 30 Dec 2016 16:20:05 Post #22 |
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Lacunae smiled and beckoned the courier over to her. "It appears we've stumbled into something rather interesting. Unfortunately, I am booked to make an appearanace later today, and an unannounced absence would draw unwanted attention. Might I trouble you to deliver a message to my friends? You will be well compensated." Leaning over the courier's shoulder, Lacunae whispered the content of her message in quick, quiet elvish. |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Sat 31 Dec 2016 06:01:39 Post #23 |
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"While I would happily take the box and lighten your load, Gimble, I must, unfortunately, insist that it all be kept here. The Inquisition will want to review the items, and the body, how they were found, or at least in a similar set-up. Tekris? You were saying about a rat with knowledge of magic? I am not a rat, but I do know magic. What do you need cast?" |
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| Twitch | Sat 31 Dec 2016 07:13:30 Post #24 |
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"I am in agreement with the lizard-skink." Said Sinclaw, "You should drop-drop the items where you found them whilst this is investigated in the proper fashion-way. I am sure-sure it would not do you well should the Inquisition stumble across these items where they upon ones person-self." Sinclaw stepped towards the door blocking the way for gimble and rested his paws under his cloak. " i propose a runner is sent-sent" |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Sat 31 Dec 2016 08:59:41 Post #25 |
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Tekris winced as the very familiar two headed ogre grabbed the corpse and he quickly wished he had brought an umbrella. "No-no lizard-thing. Merely won-wondering how this Skaven survived this long after these wound-things. Like-likely a dead-end and it may just as well turn out to be in-Skaven toughness. But-but as the great rat detective say-squeaked: when you have eliminated the impossible (as well as your rival-meat), whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." He scratched his snout. "Sorry-sorry, Brrx likes her mystery novels..." |
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| Morkskittar | Thu 05 Jan 2017 21:51:30 Post #26 |
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Gimble, not hesitating for an instant, tossed the Warpstone to Victor and the box to Tex'Hallik, keeping the wrapped item for himself. As Victor reflexively caught the Warpstone, his skin began to tingle and burn. He nearly dropped the Warpstone in shock, before wrapping it in cloth, where it only tingled, without the burning. Victor peered closely down at the Warpstone shard, but aside from its enormous size - it was the size of his head - it appeared unremarkable. Tex'Hallik, meanwhile, remained unflinching in his refusal to allow Gimble to pass. By the body of the downed rat, Oksor tossed Tekris a pair of chilly tongs - not quite what Tekris would have hoped for, but better than nothing. He hesitated a moment and dug into the corpse, poking and probing for whatever it was that lay inside. After a few minutes of digging, he pulled it out. In the ice tongs, Tekris now held a brass cylinder, with a cap on one end. Tirr had stood up from the body and walked over to the suspicious-looking rats, who looked even more nervous as somerat from the feared WyrdTech guild approached. Neither of them moved to shake Tirr's pay. "We don't know nothing," one of them said. At the same time, the other said "The Inquisitors won't get anything from us." The two glared at each other while Tirr waited. "Well, if you want to know," the second rat said, "he was a slave. I'd recognize that nose anywhere." Tirr turned to look at the slave's nose, which was, he now noticed, abnormally flared, and had three nostrils. he wondered how they all had managed to miss that as he wrote that tiidbit down. The first rat sighed. "We sold him to that shady organ dealer a week ago. What's his name? Arkovitch or Arkus or somesuch?" Nearby, Tirr barely registered Lacunae whispering in a strange tongue to a dark elven courier, who nodded solemnly before slipping out the door. Gragg'Dvorak was, meanwhile, sniffing the body. Most of the wounds were very fresh, though there were layers of older and deeper wounds all over the body. When Tekris pulled out the cylinder, his heads lifted sharply; the cylinder stank of magic to the two-headed Ogre, but not normal magic. This was a powerful and volatile magic. As the Ogre leaned forward to inspect the cylinder, the Skaven's corpse began to shudder, and its mouth twitched once, then twice, and then three times as the body began decaying at an astonishingly fast rate. As the body decayed, Victor walked over and dropped the tingling Warpstone next to Gragg'Dvorak and Tekris before rushing off into the night, following bloody footprints through the fresh snow. The streets of Hell Pit were still smoking and smashed from the previous, mostly-successful Hunt. Victor did not have to travel far to trace the origins of the footsteps; they led only two blocks down, before vanishing in the middle of a road on the surface level of the city. Rosko's Pub was still in view. The foosteps ended in a large mass of blood - or rather, they had begun there... Pillz |
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| Eom | Fri 06 Jan 2017 06:07:38 Post #27 |
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Victor stood there, back in the icy cold he had sought refuge from. His fingers could still feel the tingling of the Warpstone and his mind wouldn't let go of the image of the unnaturally ageing rat. It seemed evident that the odd particle that had been removed from its body had served to keep the victim in a reasonable state. Had he been dead already? He examined the pool of blood before him. Odd that the track started here. Almost as if the victim had been attacked right here in the middle of the street. If that was the case.. then surely there must be traces of a fight. In the freshly fallen snow there would be messy pawprints, the blanket of snow distorted violently. Alternatively, the victim was not attacked here, but sufferd the wounds earlier and was then brought here via some other means, without leaving blood. Judging by the amount of blood right here, he must've stood or lain here for a while before moving towards Rosko's. Had he been alone all that time, or would he have been receiving instructions while bleeding to death? The prints would hopefully tell. In either case there must have been witnesses. People passing by or peeling through windows, curious as they must have been for an attack so vicious, or such a profusely bleeding rat standing or laying in the middle of the street. Action: Victor examines the start of the track and looks around for possible witnesses of the event |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Fri 06 Jan 2017 22:14:39 Post #28 |
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Tex'Halik watched as the body disintergrated, with a mixtue of horror and interest. Well, there goes the chance of the Inquisition seeing the crime scene as it was, but this is... interesting. Oh well then, no reason to delay Gimble. He stepped outisde, and said to the automation, "Well, since our corpse is no longer in any fit state to be examined, I suggest we make haste to the nearest Inquisition offices." With that, he took off running in the direction of the nearest Inquisition offices. |
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| Sod | Fri 06 Jan 2017 22:50:42 Post #29 |
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Following Tex's lead, Gimble scooped up the warpstone and took off after the retreating skink. OOC: will edit this to be better written once I get the chance. |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Sat 07 Jan 2017 21:05:48 Post #30 |
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Tekris shook slightly as he held the cylinder. "I knew-knew it!" he stammered, "noth-nothing escapes the eye-meat of Tekris Zimkus, supreme surgeon-thing. Magic and it scent-looks powerful. If Gribble were here he'd bet on some kind of anarchist or necromancy cult..." Tekris then noticed that many of those around him had vanished. He turned to the overly familiar two headed ogre. "What-what do you make of this, friend-meat? Also...didn't that tree-thing kill-slay you when we were on the island-place...erm...sor-sorry about leaving you...we went to get help...then Gribble was sick...and then Brrx was sick...I was fine..." |
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