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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 | Sun 22 Jan 2017 06:42:00 Post #61 |
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=][=Inquisitorial Offices=][= Gimble, Tex'Hallik, Victor, Sinclaw The items vanished from the hands of those offering them, presumably into the Inquisirat's desk, though it was difficult to tell; the Inquisirat did not seem to have moved. "Thank you very much kindly for these, and for your accounts of the events of the night. The Inquisition will do its best to make use of the information granted us." Victor remained highly suspicious; the rat was far too friendly for an Inquisitor, especially with so many non-Skaven around. He also moved with a grace that seemed at odds with his aged appearance. The door slammed shut behind the four of them, making all except Gimble jump, and revealing behind it a wall of hideously dull torture implements. Those familiar with the arts of torture knew that a dull torture implement was much more painful than a sharp one. "Now," the rat said, his smile deepening. "Since you are all already here, I am ready to hear your confessions. What heresies have you committed this week?" The Ladder of Cages Gragg'Dvorak, Tekris Tekris, grumbling, began to hop up the cages, while Gragg'Dvorak watched carefully from far below. The higher Tekris got, the more the cages blew in the foul winds of the Warp, but the Moulder persevered. After several harrowing minutes, aware of the four eyes of Gragg'Dvorak upon him, Tekris finally scrambled to the top, where he found a hole in the wall of the city that led deeper into the thick crater wall; a tunnel, as it were, that sloped slightly upwards. Down below, Gragg'Dvorak pondered the fate of the strange cage-climbing rat, and decided that if he was careful, he too could make the climb. Inside the Pub Tirr, Lacunae "Down a floor and to the left," Oksor said languidly, polishing a hissing lemon before squeezing it into a drink, ignoring its pitiful squeals until they ceased. "Not an exit much used." Ratchek hesitated a moment, and then nodded. He hopped out of his seat, ready to follow Lacunae. The courier spoke in agreement with Oksor. "They look rather unhappy," he said. Tirr's words echoed in Lacunae's ears, and all waited on the response. Pillz |
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| Twitch | Sun 22 Jan 2017 16:33:03 Post #62 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw recovered quickly from the shock of the door slamming and smiled a toothy smiled at the Inquisitor. "I agree with the inquisitor. Now is a great-great time for confessions" started Sinclaw as he walked to the back of the room and examined the wall of instruments while slowly pacing from one side of the room to the other. "I admit that I have over the course of the week lied and cheated my weasely guts out for the general betterment of my self and my own financial standing." He paused briefly at the presumably locked door, peered through the key hole then straightened up. "That feels so much better, I almost feel like a new Moulder confessing before Mutae in the presence of your eminence" Sinclaw picked up a large blunt looking pair of scissors. "Who is next? Tex? What does your false god Sotek say regarding this matter?" Edited by Twitch, Sun 22 Jan 2017 16:35:14.
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| blader4411 | Sun 22 Jan 2017 16:42:05 Post #63 |
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"If it were only us, Tirr, then I might countenance a plan wherein we sit here and pretend our innocence in these matters. But alas, there are many more witnesses present." Lacunae smiled sadly as she glanced around the pub. "Tirr, I do believe you would stay silent, but others will talk. Others will mention our keen interest in the dead-rat, and how our fellow Moulders have taken the relevant items and have headed to the office of the Holy Inquisition. They will speak in hope of a reward for their co-operation: after all, it is what I would do in their position. By now, a confrontation seems inevitable, thus I would rather it happen at a location and terrain of my choosing." Lacunae stood and headed for the hidden exit, waving for the courier and Ratchek to follow her. "~~~~~~~", She concluded in elvish as she walked. |
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| AshenEshin | Sun 22 Jan 2017 19:57:50 Post #64 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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Tirr called after the elf and entourage as they departed. "Should you need assistance regarding this do not hesitate to approach WyrdTech! We can solve all manners of problem-things." Tirr then turned and pondered on his next move. For the past while he had been an authority in the pub; starting an investigation, questioning suspects, engaging with a quite well known member of the Elf-kin community. It was time to see how far that authority would carry him. For the second time in his life Tirr made to stand on a table at Rosko's . "Skaven, Men, Dwarves, Oskor, we are all in danger!" Tirr's voice carried across the room as he continued. "An armed mob make their way towards the pub! For the second time today our drinking will be upset, through no fault of our own. If evidence is to be believed it is because of the approaching group we were interrupted in the first place! But we don't have to take this! We are HellPitters! We are the customers of Rosko's and we are angry that we are being attacked! The only fights we want to see here are on the farsqueekers! But if these scum think they can barge in and own the place we can show them how wrong they are! So here is how we can do this: I'll give two free beers per head taken, three free beers for a captured live cripple and five beers for the leader alive! If you don't want to fight clear off!" That should sort the potential rats from the crowd. Figuratively speaking. "If you don't have gear I'm sure Oskor could sort you out with some cutlery. Oh, and Oskor, could you possibly get some... violent music played over the loudsqueekers? Thanks." Tirr was treating the situation like any Labrat would: Prepare for the Enemy by eliminating identified hazards, attempting to control variables, etc. the only thing that stopped him from requesting the tables were used as barricades was the fact he suspected they were bolted to the floor. |
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| Wolfwerty33 | Mon 23 Jan 2017 01:57:11 Post #65 |
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"Sotek? Sotek was left with the rest of my old life. Now, I serve Mutae. As the Inquisition would know. Since they have already searched me and my lab for evidence of heresy, and found none." His crest shifted hues constantly as he talked, from skin-blue to a variety of orange and purple hues. His hands felt under his coat for a weapon while he gave his rapid-fire explanation. He'd obtained a habit of bringing a few of the nastier types of Mouldering equipment along with him wherever he went... his hand touched the grip of a surgical knife. Action:Ready a knife, but do not draw. |
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| Sod | Mon 23 Jan 2017 03:06:11 Post #66 |
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"Acoustic analysis forces me to note that your confession is vague and unconvincing," Gimble said, smoothly turning on his chassis to regard Sinclaw with unblinking intensity, "likewise optical, stochastic, and markovian analysis suggests that your uninvited acquisition of the master inquisirat's scissors is not so much an attempt to curry favor with or provide him assistance, but rather an attempt to arm yourself with a close quarters weapon to be deployed in a specific and convincing attempt at personal escape." "My programming directives force me to warn you that such action would be in direct violation the following heresy clause as explicitly defined by the Holy Inquisition of Mutae, praise be her name:
As such, I would strongly encourage you to choose a different course of action, as your response seems to have instigated a chromatophoric threat response in master moulder Tex. It is important that we all comply with the master Inquisirat's directives so as to maximize the potential success of the investigation; physical altercation would not only hinder the nascent inquisition, and as such fall under the definition of HERESY, but would reduce mouldering productivity." "Master Inquisirat, it will be our pleasure to aid, abet, and serve you in all capacities with regards to this matter, but my programming directives- as reinforced by the last Inquisitorial visit I enjoyed a few months ago- force me to direct you to the following situational paradox: Torture will very likely impair our ability to perform Mutae's work, and as such would result in direct harm to Mutae's future body- a fact which the Holy Inquisition, mighty be they in their wisdom, has in the past formally defined as a heretical act. Furthermore, detrimental alteration to our physical structures and/or mental facilities will limit our abilities to produce the best quality beasts to enter into the Hell Pit tournaments, thereby depriving the local populace sources of greater inspiration, resulting in an uninspired workforce; as a result of their diminished inspiration, there is a 95-99.999999999999999999999% chance that harm will come to Mutae's future body as a result of missed opportunity. " "Likewise, I must note that a record of the events here will be provided to your superiors for the sake of Inquisitorial review and inspection, to ensure their protocols and doctrines are being followed." "If you will permit it, we will be happy to assist you in all capacities except for those outlines by the Holy Inquisition as heretical." "In reply to your specific query, the Inquisition defined the following as heretical:
To answer your query, my mechanical makeup is not capable of engaging in the biologic process known as sleep, though in an attempt to comply with Inquisitorial doctrine, I have enforced their stricture by having my systems engage in a 6 hour mandatory hibernation mode each day, which is the closest I can come to emulating a biologic sleep cycle." |
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| Twitch | Mon 23 Jan 2017 20:51:42 Post #67 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw had an abrupt change of heart. Fr the first time in his life he had found something that he could agree with Gimble upon. "I second the notion that torture will impair our ability to perform Mutae's work and i for one would never wish harm Mutaes body, future or present, either by my paws or as indirect cause of another beings actions. Come to think of it i am pretty sure there is some urgent mutation business i should really be attending at this moment, so if you would be so kind as to do the slammy door thing in reverse i will make it my utmost task to ensure that some other body, that is not me, has some mutations applied to it. Sinclaw replaced the scissors as advised by the automaton and took half a step towards the door. |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Mon 23 Jan 2017 22:08:09 Post #68 |
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Tekris shivered again. He'd need to detox himself if he got back down, he was more than aware that warp energy was not good for living beings, though Skaven seemed to have some resistance to it. Not wishing to linger, he sent a quick prayer to Mutae to help him survive this and wished Brrx and Gribble were here. Especially Brrx, her ideas were slightly more sane than Gribble's. Then with a sigh he entered the tunnel. |
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| Jorry Potsie | Tue 24 Jan 2017 09:40:46 Post #69 |
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The ogre watched as Tekris arrived at the top and entered the tunnel. "Brother, if ratty doctor can climb, Gragg'Dvorak can climb too..." "Brother is right!" The ogre firmly grabbed the ladder with both arms and pulled himself up. Action: Follow Tekris up the ladder and into the tunnel |
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| Eom | Tue 24 Jan 2017 14:15:35 Post #70 |
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Victor had remained silent so far. The sudden move by the Inquisirat had taken him aback. He didn’t particularly look forward to an afternoon spent being tortured.. but it was something different entirely to resist Mutae’s holy inquisition. “My friends, it would seem that you misunderstand the intentions of our friend the Inquisirat here. Sometimes one rotten apple must be taken out to preserve the greater whole. Mutae’s Holy Inquisition has all the rights in the world to question us, and we faithful followers have no choice but to subject ourselves to their questioning if a Servant of Mutae wishes it so.” Victor turns to the Inquisirat: “May Mutae guide your hand and your heart, most honourable Inquisitor. My soul is yours, I have nothing to hide. Let it be known that Victor von Hohenfeld does not resist the desires of the Holy Inquisition. You can question me as long as you like.” With that, Victor delivers himself to the mercy of the Inquisirat. |
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| Morkskittar | Wed 25 Jan 2017 16:06:24 Post #71 |
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=][=Inquisitorial Offices=][= The Inquisirat smiles and gestured to the door leading deeper into the offices. After only a moment of hesitation, Victor lets his faith take over, and walks through the door. It shuts behind him, and the lock clicks shut ominously. The Inquisirat looks at the confiscated items for a few moments, an odd gleam in his eye. "Thank you for your time... you are all dismissed," he says pleasantly. The door to the cold outdoors opens. Sinclaw and Tex'Hallik are immediately suspicious, but are keen to take up the Inquisirat's offer, and head outside into the cold. Gimble stays in a little longer. Not sure now of what to do, Sinclaw and Tex'Hallik both go their separate ways, back to their labs. OOC: The RP for the Inquisitor's visitors has ended! Unfortunately, the path that you selected leads to an inmvestigative dead end, so the second part of the story will be closed off to your characters. However, prizes have been added to your labs for your participation here; the Inquisition does handomsely reward those who willingly keep them informed... The Tunnel of Destiny Gragg'Dvorak, muttering to himself all the while clambered his way up the ladder of cages and to the ledge where Tekris stood. As he climbed, several cages fell down to the ground far below, but neither Ogre-head turned to look down; that would have surely been the end of the climb. The two of them then made their way down - or rather, slightly up - the tunnel. Before it got too dark inside, the walls took on a faint glow, which both Gragg'Dvorak and Tekris immediately recognized came from Warpstone shards embedded in the walls. The pair of them took a few moments to gather them as they walked forward, towards whatever fate awaited them... OOC: The first part of this RP has ended! The participants in this story will continue on in NM Part 2A: To the Heights. The Pub Lacunae disappeared with Ratchek out the back, but instead of heading to the Inquisition, let the courier lead her to a safe space elsewhere, where she was prepared to continue her own investigation into the matter. As she wandered around the small office the courier called home, she felt a distinct chill in the air. She turned around from inspecting a painting on the wall to find Ratchek vanished, and the courier smirking at her, standing in front of two cloaked figures. One of the figures dropped a hefty bag of tokens into the courier's hands, and they vanished under his armour. The courier winked. "First rule of life in Hell Pit; never trust a Druchii." With a bow, he left the safehouse, leaving Lacunae alone with the two cloaked figures. There was a hissing sound, and Lacunae had just enough time to smell a sickly sweet scent before her consciousness faded to black. Tirr, meanwhile, tried to fortify the pub while Oksor watched on in mild alarm. "Why, exactly, are you destroying my pub? We can deadl with angry mobs; determined and calculating dismantlers are much more worrisome." Tirr and Vilnutt ignored the bartender, and Tirr's rousing speech, unfortunately, did not have the intended effect. It seemed that the Strange miscalculated; his target audience were indeed loyal customers at Oksor's, but they were also Skaven: loathsome, cowardly, and disloyal by nature, the thought of having to fight and risk their lives over something so trivial as something that wasn't their life went against the core of their very being, and every other patron still in the room evaporated. Muttering to himself about Skaven nature, Tirr got to work fortifying the room, over Oksor's lazy objections. Alas, his preparations were not complete when a dozen Skaven burst through the door, a big hulking brute at the front easily smashing aside Tirr's hard barricading work. He stared down at Tirr, breathing heavily. "Where is... oh, there he is. Who saw?" The brute cast his eyes over the area; Oksor had somehow vanished into thin air, leaving Tirr and Vilnutt the only two in the room. "Just you two, then? He gestured to them, and figures appeared behind Tirr and Vilnutt, grabbing their arms and easily restraining them before either could put up a fight. "We'll take them to the boss, then. And you two, clean up this mess." The brute and most of his rat's then beat a hasty retreat, Tirr and Vilnutt in tow, while a pair of Skaven stayed behind, using a steaming liquid to dissolve the remains of the dead rat, and some of the floor. From the level below came a scream of pain as a drop burned all the way through the floor. One of the rats smirked. When the clean-up pair left, Oksor stood up from behind his counter, a subdued lemon in hand, and a farsqueaker micro-squeaker in the other. "Yes-yes, he came by... your boss should soon have new additions to the Nightmare Menagerie." OOC: Surprise, the first part of this RP has also ended! The adventures of Tirr and Lacunae will continue in NM Part 2B: It Stumbled and Cried, however. Four of the participants in this RP will move on to the next stage, having made decisions that led them to further mysteries. Those not fortunate enough to have made it have been rewarded for their participation significantly though. Thanks for playing, and keep an eye out for the next Story RP thread, to come out after Parts 2A and 2B of this story have finished.Parts 2A and 2B of the NM story will be posted by the end of the Orders Phase. ![]() Pillz |
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