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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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| AshenEshin | Mon 16 Jan 2017 18:57:23 Post #46 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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Tirr shook his head in disgust at the political melodrama effected by The Elf. "Friends with the HellPack? Do friends conspire to steal pack masters from eachother? Clearly if these two pack masters from the different factions can co-exist there is hope for the future of the HellPack undivided. What you suggest is dangerously unbalancing, and does more to bring matters to a head as you have said than diffuse them. Clearly the best course for you Packmasters is not to weaken or strengthen any moulders as of now, but to support your current masters to keep the situation static. The slightest shift in power could see HellPit drenched in blood. I doubt the inquisition would take action against you two unless someone above really wants the HellPack to split. Or unless they misinterpret the situation. Whatever the case the geo-politics demands that you stay alive and support your masters lest we see guild war erupt. As for who I am? I am your superior. Now it is best you are escorted somewhere safe. You may have become important-things beyond what you ever expected." |
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| blader4411 | Mon 16 Jan 2017 19:57:02 Post #47 |
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"My companion here seems determined to provide the easy way out," Lacunae shrugged. "If you wish to take his offer of safety, I will not stop you. But in the moments before, you spoke earnestly of a desire to become Moulders. Know then that no advancement in this world comes without risk. Opportunities to ascend are only ever built upon the broken bodies of those above you, and this particular opporunity is unlikely to arise ever again. You stand at a crossroad, my friends: will you choose Tirr and a continued path of mediocrity, or will you follow me for a chance at greatness?" Lacunae leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, having said her piece. Keen ears twitched, listening for the arrival of friends. Her courier had already been gone for a while after all. |
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| AshenEshin | Mon 16 Jan 2017 20:40:00 Post #48 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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Tirr turned to the Aspiring moulders as the Elf suddenly paused for reasons unknown. Tirr took one final oppertunity to make them see reason. "Most guilds unlike the Shattered Knights do not hand out promotions. Right now you are the two most important rats of your station in all HellPit. I wish I had an experience like this while I served under a moulder.Making the right decision will stand to you should you ever reach the rank of moulder. Just remember this: He who fights and runs away lives to slay another day. Both of you will need to accept refuge for the peace to be maintained. Tirr hoped that his attempt to convince the skaven would work. |
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| Morkskittar | Wed 18 Jan 2017 22:16:44 Post #49 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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=][=Inquisitorial Offices=][= Gimble, Tex'Hallik, Victor, Sinclaw The old rat smiled. "Very well, very well." Gimble, Tex, Sinclaw, and Victor all noticed that they were now the only beings left on the street, besides the smiling old rat before them. He turned around and waddled inside the office. "Come in then, and give me your report - and show me these highly suspect materials." The door to the Inquisition's office hung open, a bright light shining through, and warmth flowing out into the cold street. Above the door, the slogan Mutae Eternus, Mutae Calmnus, Mutae Portenti was inscribed in what looked like blood. A quick peek inside the room revealed a small desk that the rat now sat behind, paws neatly folded, and four comfortable-looking chairs in front of it. "Take a seat," he said, then coughed. The Blood Spatter Gragg'Dvorak, Tekris Gragg'Dvorak tasted a little bit of the blood on his fingers as he lumbered off, eyes focused on the flying beast far above. He determined that it tasted... disgusting. He tasted the vitality of troll certainly, but also a strange something... something that didn't seem quite... possible, something indescribable... Tekris looked up from the blood spatter and sighed. There was nothing more to do there, and the Ogre was at least... interesting. Tekris stood up and followed the Ogre through the snow and cold, following the flying beast. Their chase eventually ended at the walls of the city, where they stood at the bottom of a very tall ladder of empty cages. The flying thing had disappeared somewhere near the top of the hanging tower of cages. Inside the Pub Tirr, Lacunae Both of the Skaven turned to regard Lacunae with new eyes, both somewhat... hungry. Vilnutt looked less sure than his companion, Ratchek. Volnutt shook his head. "Anyrat knows that Drachau supports Feskermusk; the two are old friends they say. But Drachau won't speak out on behalf of his friend; many of his own guild-group are opposed to the old order and want a new HellPack they think will be weaker, and he expects all of his friends to fight for themselves. He certainly would not accept someone on the wrong side of the conflict..." He looks thoughtful at Tirr's offer of protection. "Where is somewhere safe?" Ratchek chuckled. "Probably not. But me, on the other hand... your offer is intriguing... perhaps it is time to switch guilds..." He turned to Tirr. "I fear it is too late for us to remain undivided. Valaya will move soon, I am sure."* "Maybe so," Vilnutt said. "But maybe not... though I do not know why we are so important... but can your guild shield me from the disintegration of the HellPack?" The door to the pub blows open, and the elf who had been in the room before steps back inside, shaking the snow off himself. He looks out of breath, and somewhat frightened. He babbles in common-speak. "Lady Lacunae, there is a small host of heavily armed rat-beings searching for a fatally wounded rat, and they are headed straight here! They said something about an escapee from the menag-" the elf looks at the other Skaven all watching him, and the wind leaves him. "Something's up," he said simply. *Note: This RP takes place just before the events of the most recent Monthly Special Edition, in which the Hell Pack is now fighting itself rather openly. ![]() Pillz |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Wed 18 Jan 2017 22:24:03 Post #50 |
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Renegade Skink
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Tex'Halik handed over the box in his hands to the Inquisrat, and then stepped back to rejoin the group, standing slightly behind Sinclaw. |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Wed 18 Jan 2017 22:40:15 Post #51 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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Tekris shivered and not from the cold. The thought of him falling from an extreme height chilled him to the bone. If he survived he would most probably need to take strong doses of opium to remove lingering agony from crushed and twisted limbs. Something he most certainly did not want to go through. And yet there were answers perhaps to be found up there. Tekris wished he has brought Peggy along, at least she could have flown him up there. The thought crossed his mind of letting the ogre go first, but the image of the ogre plummeting towards him and crushing him under his bulk was most worrying. Wishing he'd stayed in the pub, Tekris began to climb the ladder. |
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| blader4411 | Thu 19 Jan 2017 03:02:29 Post #52 |
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Lacunae
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"They came faster than I had hoped." Lacunae smiled bitterly. It had only been an hour or so by Lacunae's reckoning. Only an hour since the dead rat staggered in, yet the inevitable pursuers had found the trail. That was by no means certain though, given time's occasional oddities in a city floating within the Warp. It may well have been days outside. "Skilled trackers, well armed and unbothered with hiding the fact. A confrontation here will be disadvantageous for us, as the presence of witnesses is unlikely to deter such dedicated individuals." With a regretful glance at her bottle of wine (a third still remaining), Lacunae got up to depart. "I'm afraid the time for deliberation is over," Lacunae announced, focusing her gaze on Ratchek. "If you are sincere about taking my offer, then follow me now: our goal is to escape, and link up with either elements of the Inquisition or my more personal allies. Even if you do not follow, you should still try to escape alone: you'll meet a grim end if caught." Lacunae opened her purse and left a substantial number of tokens (easily worth double her order) on the table, then conspicuously covered it with a napkin. The message was a common one used by servitors: silence will be rewarded. "Now then," having paid her dues, Lacunae turned to the courier who brought this warning. "Do you know a good secret exit, or should we consult the management?" |
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| AshenEshin | Thu 19 Jan 2017 18:07:23 Post #53 |
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Tirr held up a paw to stay the elves in the course of their action. "For the second time in my life I see a Shattered Knight turning from a fair challenge. This was once thought impossible... If these armed trackers of yours are as good as you claim running through the back alleys will only result in your demise being quiet and out of the way. Besides, they are only looking for the dead-rat who they will not find and these apprentices have said nothing of an armed group being involved for better or worse with them. I suggest we all sit around the table like ordinary pub-goers and see if we can learn more of the situation. Besides even heretics know better than to start serious trouble in Rosko's . You may still flee if you wish and I shall provide a diversion when they arrive or we shall pretend to go about our business and gain insight into this conspiracy-plot. Now think about it like this: Do you trust me, a "Labrat" with the details of your plan staying behind in the presence of an enemy or do you wish to hang around and see this investigation through?" |
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| Twitch | Fri 20 Jan 2017 06:49:18 Post #54 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaws mind raced as he tried to recall exactly what the had seen. "I was sitting in Rosko's quietly minding my own business when the Victim-dead rat burst-staggered in to the Pub-Pub. He seemed intent on getting the bartenders attention before he collapsed-died from injuries and blood loss. As soon as he died, the corpse seemed to break up revealing the objects that I have brought to you with the assistance of these noble members of the Shattered Knights. They could not bare to see me struggle with all three items on my own so offered to help me bring them here as quickly as possible." Sinclaw paused for a moment then noting Tex moving behind him before continuing. "Seems to me that the rat might not have been able to walk in to the pub if it was not for the items we have presented to you. Combined together these items might be considered incompatible with the accepted norms of law abiding skaven society. " |
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| Jorry Potsie | Fri 20 Jan 2017 13:45:58 Post #55 |
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Gragg'Dvorak looked up at the tower of cages, clearly hestitant to follow Tekris who had started climbing them. He carefully touched the ladder, judging if it would hold him if he tried to follow. "Ogres belong on ground, not in sky..." he mumbled to himself. He decided to wait what his companion would find before making the climb himself. "Good climbing doctor ratty friend! Go and see, Gragg'Dvorak will wait here and catch if ratty friends falls!" Action: Judge if it is safe for G'D to climb up and try to catch Tekris in case he falls. Edited by Jorry Potsie, Fri 20 Jan 2017 13:46:25.
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| Eom | Fri 20 Jan 2017 14:02:47 Post #56 |
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Victor took in the details of the small office. The door hung open still, inviting him in. Away from the cold into the warmth. Stepping inside he took in a deep breath, sniffing for.. irregularities. He was a cautious man, and he just had a feeling that something was fishy about this office, and this rat. This frail rat was so ridiculously clad in Inquisitorial insignias that he was clearly compensating for something. Maybe he was a fraud or imposter? Best be careful, he warned himself. He took his time to look around the office and memorise the details. Tex’Hallik the Skink handed over the small locked box. Victor very much wanted to learn what was inside there, and what the sender of this odd message had intended to achieve with it. He physically winced at Sinclaws blatant lie. He was about to protest when he realised that Sinclaw was the only rat of their small company, and the Inquisirat was unlikely to judge the words of an automaton, a skink and a human-thing very highly. Best perhaps to keep Sinclaw on board for now, his word held more weight than their three combined. “Victor von Hohenfeld, lowly moulder in the service of the Shattered Knights, respectable Inquisitor. Although I wasn’t in the pub at the moment of the victim’s appearance and demise, I have personally questioned independent witnesses of the event. They largely confirmed the story as portrayed by the honourable rat Sinclaw Darklurker here, and I would like to add a few details which I, in my humble opinion, believe to be of significant importance. First of all, the victim uttered an odd phrase upon entering the pub. He said “We are all part watches”. I will leave it to your superior skills to interpret that as you will. Furthermore there was another object found inside the victim’s body, a small metallic and cylindrical object. The moulder Tekris Zimkus removed this object, at which point the body disintegrated like ashes in the wind. To the last of my knowledge, the moulder Tekris does still possess this item of unmistakably magical power. He was not found willing to join us in presenting all evidence to Mutae’s most favoured Inquisitorial offices, and was last seen fleeing the crime scene.” Action: Examine office and Inquisirat mannerisms to see if anything is out of place. |
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| Twitch | Fri 20 Jan 2017 16:52:04 Post #57 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw made a mental note of the man things wincing at his recital of the recent events though he did not show it. Surely the man-thing should know that history as it is documented is done so by the victors. Come to think of it Sinclaw found the man things name somewhat ironic though he did give him mental credit for expanding on the 'facts' without contradicting anything. Sinclaw wandered forward slightly as he glanced around the room whilst waiting for the Inquisirat to speak, his eyes falling on the four still vacant chairs. It seemed off that there was only one inquisitor here, no guards. Surly there must be at least a peep hole some where... |
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| Sod | Fri 20 Jan 2017 18:21:58 Post #58 |
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OOC: projection and audio recording action confirmed by Mork. IC: Obediently Gimble ambled into the room behind the Inquisirat and delicately seated his mechanical frame into the chair. If you are not a +200 lbs automaton, designed for hard labor in inhospitable conditions, you may not be familiar with how relatively difficult it is to sit a quadrupedal chassis in a wicker chair incapable of supporting such a load, but Gimble managed as best he could while his associates recounted their tales. After a polite pause in which no one spoke, Gimble compliantly relinquished the warpstone and the bundle into the Inquisirat's safekeeping, placing both on the desk before them. From deep inside his mechanisms, a quiet clunk sounded. "As per my last Inquisitorial visit and in compliance with their programming, it is my duty to provide and reproduce an accurate account of all seen events which transpire as well as to provide advanced warning of potential threats to the Hell Pit. In compliance with these directives I am obligated to warn you that the Warpstone shard now in your possession is highly volatile and is capable of causing contact burns and potentially worse if it comes into contact with biologic tissue; I would warn against direct handling of it, and as per Inquisitorial directive, it is my duty to offer my services, should you wish, in safely handling and or transporting the object in question." There was another clunk from deep within Gimble's framework. "My directives oblige me, with your permission, to provide you and the Inquisition with an accurate reproduction of the events which transpired. If you would be so kind as to regard the following projections and listen to the audio recordings it would be my pleasure to be of service." Having spoken his peace, Gimble turned to a vacant corner of the room and projected an exact recording of the events as they transpired for the Inquisirat's viewing pleasure. When the recording had finally finished, Gimble turned to regard Sinclaw. "Master Sinclaw, my directives force me to note that those weapons- warplock pistols I believe- were at the scene of the crime. Did you acquire them after Tex and myself had departed to report this incident to the Inquisirat's office, or did you draw them while you were valiantly leading us from behind...? Further directives force me to inquire if you will be turning those same weapons over to the Inquisitional custody to assist in their inquiry, as I'm sure you will, knowing that you wish them the utmost success and support in the line of their duty?" "Master Inquisirat, how else may we be of service to you?" |
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| Twitch | Fri 20 Jan 2017 18:51:06 Post #59 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw leveled his gaze at Gimble and paused a second debating if the robot was even worth the effort of his breath. Probably not, though the additional clarity for the inquisition would not hurt... "If you must know I have carried them upon my person discretely for years for personal protection and I am aware of no law that states this to be forbidden. Further more they have been holstered since I entered the building to ensure there is no threat wether real or perceived to the illustrious inquisitor in our presence. As a result I will not be handing them over. During the time that we were transporting the real items in question, they were a visual clue for no-rat to interfere whilst we were upon official business. Finally it is well known by true skaven that authority leads from the back. Such is the true skaven way." Sinclaw turned, completely disregarding gimble in the process then addressed the inquisitor. "is there any way I can be of further assistance?" Edited by Twitch, Fri 20 Jan 2017 18:53:27.
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| Wolfwerty33 | Fri 20 Jan 2017 22:24:10 Post #60 |
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Renegade Skink
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Tex'Halik came in from the cold, continuing to stand just behing Sinclaw. "Might I just make one more point of note? When the late rat said "We are all... part... watches", there where spaces in between the words, they were not a single sentence. I believe that he may have been trying to say a longer sentence, but was too busy dying." |
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