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From the Depths; Official Rosko RP Thread - NM Part I
Topic Started: Mon 26 Dec 2016 05:30:29 (1,213 Views)
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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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Lacunae's ears twitched as the cloaked Skaven explained. Whilst it was true that organ dealers frequently prowled these parts, something was not quite right...

"Pardon my unfamiliarity with the organ trade." Lacunae began, walking towards the two nervous-looking Skaven. It was an effort to switch back to Queekish (a far inferior language in Lacunae's [closely-guarded] viewpoint), but she concealed her discomfort with the ease of practice.

"But I understand that they are largely middlemen? They find victims, take the organs and sell them on the market, yes? I do not believe any such dealers would be capable of the implants seen on that slave. The knowledge of both fleshcrafting and arcane would have to come from the Moulder Caste. Have you any idea who might have bought the slave after Arkovitch?"
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"This magic stinks, no magic of Mutae, but bad magic for sure."

"Gragg'Dvorak better keep dead rat safe."


The ogre removed a big bloody sack from his belt and stashed what was left of the decaying corpse inside. The sack was normally filled with meat snacks, but the ogre had already eaten the last bit earlier today. As he closed the bag with a piece of rope, he turned to Tekris and said:

"Walking plant was too big for hunter friends, even too big for Gragg'Dvorak to take, so Gragg'Dvorak only beat plant little bit, then went away."


The ogre started analysing the trail of blood and followed it outside, assuming Tekris would follow him as he continued his story.

"Gragg'Dvorak spent one day in forest till Gragg'Dvorak found way back."

"Gragg'Dvorak had to eat gross plant meat for one day. Gragg'Dvorak almost started eating Gragg'Dvorak's hunting beasts for better meat..."


"But Gragg'Dvorak no ate them and beasts and Gragg'Dvorak got back here alive."

The ogre stopped when he found Victor next too the large puddle of blood. In confusion he asked:

"Is blood where dead rat came from? But how?"

"Maybe dead rat fell out of the sky."

"Or dead rat crawled out of ground."

"Or dead rat did te... tele...telepoop..."

"Tele-what brother?"

"Teleporting!"

Action: Store the corpse and examine the ground but also the sky around the blood splatter.
Edited by Jorry Potsie, Sun 08 Jan 2017 11:55:55.

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Sinclaw stepped outside of the pub following the foot steps. He figured he could keep an eye on the front door whilst trying to do something useful He did not trust the automaton one bit though something was just not sitting right with him. He had just pulled the pub door to when Sinclaw's ears pricked up at the mention of the rat possibly teleporting. That was advanced magic and beyond what most normal Skaven could manage. There had to be a better answer. Sinclaw walked slowly over looking for Cart tracks or spots of blood in the wider area. THere was always a chance the body had been mutilated, then dumped from a cart or, though more unlikely, a flying beast. Silently Sinclaw cursed his lack of magical attunement under his breath.


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The suspicious elf creature that had caught Tirr's attention before he was distracted by the rapid decomposing of the victim had started to address his witnesses. Tirr hid his impatience by inscribing his observations on the nature of recent events.
Unnatural dissolution. Attempt to destroy evidence? Deniability? Or was it a slow acting hex which had kicked in too late?Magical resources= Moulder rank or higher, extremely powerful or Heretic. Tirr realized how paranoid he was becoming despite not having an episode as of yet... His research into proper investigation ever since him and Mazdatoc had discovered the dead skink in the tenement a while ago was really beginning to affect him. Suddenly his attention was brought back to the table by something the Elf creature said.
Turning to the newcomer Tirr began to speak. "I am sure that these gentlerats are of Moulder rank themselves. However what interests me is why they would sell such a beast, to organ-trader beings no less. Firstly the selling of a mutated beast to a non-moulder is suspect enough! But why? Is this Arkovitch a middleman as has been suggested,but in an underhand slaving deal? Would you be butchering one of your own creations or that of another moulder? Stolen perhaps? Needed to make it disappear?Why are you associated with such a... mysterious character? Also before we go on I shall be needing your names and your guilds. You may be implicit. As I said the more we can decide sort-out before the inquisition arrive the better for everyone."
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!

Tekris stood there for a long moment before he realised the two headed ogre had wandered off and was still talking to him. Cursing, he hurried to catch up, tongs still in paw.

"I don't-don't like this idea of teleportation...mess-messes up cells. Are you even the same flesh-thing you once were? No-no, not my cup of Warp Tea..."

Action: Examine the blood
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Victor examined the newcomers, those who had followed him outside towards the pool of blood. First came a two-headed ogre, Gragg’Dvorak, followed swiftly by the mysterious figure of Sinclaw Darklurker.

“Thank you for assisting me, both of you. If you would be so kind as to not mess up the snow around this pool of blood too much, I would be much obliged. It may contain very valuable information. I do agree that it’s possible that the victim was Skitterleaped here. A cart or other vehicle, flying or not, is likewise possible. The best we can do for now is to keep an open mind, and not demolish any tracks that may be present in the snow.”

He could see Tex Halik and Gimble darting off from Rosko’s front door. The automaton was carrying the warpstone that Victor had held just moments ago. Bloody thieves. He was confident they were also carrying the other two items.

His mind was racing. This crime scene would probably hold valuable information as to how the victim had come to Rosko’s. But the items would potentially hold more information as to the why all this had happened. Time was of the essence now, the automaton and the skink were already close to the nearest corner.

He made up his mind. He started running while addressing Gragg’Dvorak and Sinclaw. “You two handle this. Find witnesses. Gotta go, bye.”
He never even noticed that he nearly bumped into Tekris in his hurry to catch up with Tex Halik and Gimble.

Action: Drop intended action (finding witnesses, investigating tracks). Run after Gimble and Tex Halik instead.
Note: Automaton + skink traces shouldn’t be hard to follow in the snow if I lose sight of them.
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Deep in Gimble's CPU a circuit sparked, bring with it images from a far off time and place.
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It wouldn't be too much longer now...
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OOC Some how misread the posts where Sod and Wolfwerty legged it.

Sinclaw took a mental picture of the frosty scene and then took off after Tex Halik and Gimble. Over his shoulder he yelled at Gragg’Dvorak, “You handle this. Find witnesses. Gotta go, bye.” With that he dashed off after Victor and the other Shatties. Here was a conspiracy if Sinclaw had ever seen one. The broken blade dragged his pistols from their holsters without slowing and followed the thud thud thud of metal feet pounding on stone and dirt. Sinclaw was sure he was gaining on them, he ducked his head and sprinted harder after them.


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After hesitating for only a moment, both Gimble and Tex'Hallik ran out the door, heading in the direction of the nearest Inquisitorial offices. They stumbled out of the pub, and after running for a couple of blocks they ran into Victor, who was standing in a pool of blood in the snow. The streets all around them were empty, devoid of witnesses or any other life. Victor looked up at them, and then at the smaller group behind them, which included the shadowy Sinclaw Darklurker, as well as the bulky Gragg'Dvorak and the smaller Tekris Zimkus.

Mind racing, Victor quickly decided on a course of action, and as Gimble and Tex'Hallik legged it past them, he joined Sinclaw in giving pursuit, all towards the nearest Inquisitorial office. Gragg'Dvorak and Tekris, meanwhile, stopped their chase and inspected the blood spatter themselves.

=][=Inquisitorial Offices=][=
Gimble, Tex'Hallik, Victor, Sinclaw
In a strange pseudo-chase, Gimble, Tex'Hallik, Victor, and Sinclaw all tumbled towards an Inquisition office. It was a small one, set into the side of a larger building, with an iron door emblazoned with the Order's symbol. They all stopped before it, but before anyone could knock - or escape - it opened, and a rather frail and timid-looking Skaven, ridiculously decked out in Inquisitorial garb, complete with torture staff and broad-brimmed hat, stepped out. "Yes, good servants of Mutae, can I help you?" he spoke, voice shaking.

The Blood Spatter
Gragg'Dvorak, Tekris

Tekris knelt down by the blood spatter, still holding the cylinder as well. He poked, prodded, smelled, and even licked it. As his tongue lapped up a tiny drop of the stuff, he yelped, and immediately stuffed his mouth with snow. The blood was hot; the snow in his mouth steamed away quickly, and he had to gobble down several more mouthfuls before he could speak again. He did recognize the blood as Skaven blood mostly, but with a hint of troll and a dash of something else.

Gragg'Dvorak's less involved exploration revealed, however, that the blood spatter was consistent with being dropped from a great height. He looked up at the sky, and saw a flying beast of some sort heading towards Hell Pit's walls.

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Inside the pub, Tirr and Lacunaw took turns interrogating the poor cornered souls. "We're Moulders in name only," one of them spat. "Packmasters we are."

"Been Packmasters for many years now," the other said sadly. "No chance at advancement in our current occupations; no one teaches us the arts of Mouldering."

"Though we're part of the caste, we're not part of the group," the first one said. "And we don't get paid much; it's why we have to resort to other, less useful ways of making cash. Pick a drunken rat off the street, sell him to the organ harvesters. Easy deal, easy money, more booze for us!"

"Yep," the other rat nodded. "Just got to make sure that we're not the ones getting picked up off the street.

"And the doctor will take him, whatever his name is. No questions asked. Could have been anybody."

"And who are you to ask us for identity? You're not part of the Inquisition."

"Though if you must know, we're in the HellPack. I work under Feskermusk himself!"

"Ratchek, be quiet! Don't say anything!"

"You're one to talk, Vilnutt! What with your working under Von Skittersteen, the creep... and I swear he's supporting that vile dwarfen witch!"

The two Skaven glared at each other, and Lacunae and Tirr watched passionlessly until one spoke up again. "I think actually though... you might find my master involved," Vilnutt said. "My vampiric master has associations with the organ world... he needs them for some very strange... ah... vices..." he winced and took another drink. "Though you didn't hear it from me..."

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Location: =][=Inquisitorial Office=][=

"Yes, indeed you can, most honorable member of the Inquisition," Gimble demurred, bowing as respectfully as his mechanical frame would allow, "We have come to report a highly suspicious, if not heretical event at Rosko's Pub which has resulted in the death of at least one skaven."


"Could you please inform the council that Gimble and Tex, as well as a collection of volunteer escorts, have arrived to give testimony of the aforementioned event, to deliver highly suspect materials to the Inquisition, and to be of service in however the council may deem appropriate."

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Sinclaw skidded to a stop, holstered his pistols and tried to discreetly catch his breath. Unbelievably Gimble had indeed ran to the inquisition and was indeed doing as he said he would. For the time being Sinclaw decided to stay quiet, after all, in True inquisitorial fashion, anything said would be used against him in the name of justice. A small feeling of dread inched its way in to the pit of his stomach. Where was this going to lead...


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"Skaven, troll, and something else. Not-not a great vintage. I imagine the troll blood give-gave thar hot acidic effect, though more-more tests may be required. Whatever left-left this blood was mouldered."

Tekris then followed the two heads of the ogre's gazes and he tried to make out the flying shape.
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"Let Gragg have taste," the right head of the ogre growled, as he reached his right arm forward in the pool of blood.

"No time brother," the left head said. "Gragg'Dvorak can have snack at home. Better follow flying thing."

The ogre started walking, as Gragg licked the bloody hand in an attempt to identify the "something else". "Why so much running if Gragg'Dvorak can eat?"

"Dvorak wants to know about bad magic. Let's go brother."


Still busy convincing himself, the ogre started to build up speed and ran into a nearby alleyway, keeping his four eyes on the sky.

Action: Identify blood and follow flying creature
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Strange vices, slaves and vampires? The pieces are laid out in front of us, but how do they fit together?

"Gentlemen, whilst I do not presume any knowledge of Hellpack internal affairs," Lacunae began cautiously, "It is clear to all that the prolonged conflict that has been raging within the guild shall soon come to a head. Thy who possesses hidden knowledge of prominent figures within the cult, now is the time to play your cards. The two of you who serve opposing masters, at least one of you stands on the losing side, and packmasters rarely receive any protection from such fallout."

Lacunae paused, taking a sip of wine as she let her words sink in.

"Instead of sitting here waiting for the inevitable, why not cooperate with me in this investigation? The Shattered Knights have long been friends of the Hellpack, and I am not without connections, particularly in light of my tournament victory. Should we uncover the truth behind this matter, I will personally write recommendations on your behalf to join us."

Lacunae glanced at the ceiling, counting the seconds. Waiting to drop one last bomb.

"Many Moulders perished to the Great Tree, you know. Amongst the Knights, a promotion beyond packmaster is not impossible."
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Victor halted at the Inquisitor Office. He was heavily panting, beads of sweat trickling down his puffy face despite the cold. He produced a kerchief and wiped his face.

He decided to await the rat's reply before getting himself into all sorts of trouble.
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