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A quiet evening.
Topic Started: Mon 30 Oct 2017 20:32:51 (66 Views)
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The Broken Blade

The particularly ordinary looking Skaven, who was sat across the table from Sinclaw in Rosko’s pub, picked up and finished his drink in one smooth movement. Sinclaw has spent the last half an hour trying to figure out what was so ordinary about him, but this in itself made the rat sat opposite seem to stand out all the more. He didn’t have and noticeable scars, no missing teeth, and even these were not really crocked yet not unnaturally straight. His fur was a dull brown, not so dark as he could be mistaken for a warrior like the dark furred storm vermin, or so light that he looked in some way weak or ill. His cloak and garments, were plain, well made, but plain and he wore no jewellery at all. All of this bugged Sinclaw and he had come to the conclusion this appearance was painstakingly achieved to make him invisible in plain sight. In passing the rat opposite would be entirely forgettable, and almost impossible to describe to any authorities because he was so indistinct. Even his fur had obviously been groomed but was now slightly messy. The very combination of it all made the rat decidedly unnerving. In a low voice only audible to Sinclaw himself, “And so-so, I declare our business complete and this meeting adjourned-ended”. Sinclaw nodded thoughtfully and watched as his new “business associate” stood, pulled up his cloak. “You know-know how to contact me if needed”. With that the Skaven walked out of the pub. Sinclaw fumed. Even his walk was decidedly normal. No limp, or gait. Not even a slight bounce. Sinclaw returned to his own drink, lifted the tankard and stared at the bottom of the empty vessel. With that he signaled the bar slave to fetch him a third drink. This would be the last of the evening.

A few minutes later another drink was deposited upon the table before him, however Sinclaw was lost in thought still musing upon the finer details of the meeting. He eyed the fresh beverage before him. Unfortunately he had finished his second drink and whilst he did not feel inebriated, he knew from past experience that he would not be able to achieve anything meaningful or precise should he return to his lab to continue with his usual work. At this point, he decided, it would be far better to relax a little, and enjoy the remainder of the evening now that he was actually out. He glanced around the pub. It was unusually quiet.

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Edited by Twitch, Mon 30 Oct 2017 21:22:20.


You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid.
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”No sir, I am much aggrieved since his passing is all.” the protest of the shopkeep mewled out, Goldgrabb standing before his counter with little more than a sneer across his face. ”Much aggrieved! 'ow bloody fancy eh?” he cackled, his mirth soon echoed by the lackeys he had in his wake. Shifty put his hands in his pockets, his jacket someone more fancy than usual - thanks in no small part to his increase in fortune. On his lapel, a simple green badge marking the letters 'SG’ sat. Most of his minions understood it to mean 'Splendid Git’ - Shifty did not bother teaching them otherwise.

Letting out a belaboured sigh, Shifty tapped his ringed and on the counter and rolled his eyes ’’All that fancy speak should mean you ‘ae something more than air between them ears of yours. Nah? Well….” he puffed out his chest in imitation of the shopkeep ”, I have returned, to find you in great arrears.’’ the Goblin said, his voice rising an octave, much the amusement of his lackeys. The shopkeeper stammered, his attempted platitudes falling on deaf ears.

Shifty turned slightly, clicking his fingers as a weedier Goblin stumbled forwards, a sheaf of skin parchment in his hands, wireframe glasses pirched on his hooked nose as he handed his master the paper. Taking it, Shifty let out a long whistle, and tutted holding the paper face forward to his timid shopkeeper ”You agreed to pay the fee for your hides, but two weeks gone - when you couldn’t make such payment we extended credit to you, plus interest for the trouble it causes my boys and the Guild.’’ he said, his tone unusually clipped for a Greenskin.

With a bang, the goblin slammed the bill of sale and credit down on the counter causing the shopkeep to yelp and jump back. One of Shifties boys merely placed his hand on the butt of his pistol - the implication clear to stay put. ’’Cap him, hand him outside with the usual treatment.’’ Shifty snarled, turning his back to the sound of a crack and thump, as the body was soon carted outside and slung up, a sign about its neck reading:

Payment overdue.

SG


Walking around the now swinging body, Shifty lit his cigar and let out a dark laugh as the other Goblins of his crew gathered around. ’’Clear that Ratmans shop out, hand it over to one of ours and inform the local constabulary of the means by which we acquired it lawful like.’’ he barked at one of his slightly more intelligent lads. ’’Looks like drinks are on ‘im anyway.’’ Shifty added with a cackle, making his way into Rosko, kicking the smaller door marked ‘Greens Only’ as he walked in.

Immediately, he spied Rosko - something of a business rival of his since his own venue had opened up round the corner, a place more hospitable to the needs of his greener clientele. ’’Bit ‘empty in ‘ere chum innit?’’ he snickered, his glee plain to see as he stumped down into the chair opposite Sinclaw. Placing a pouch of tokens on the table, and instructing one of his underlings to make sure the cups ner’ flowed empty at his expense, he placed his knife on the table and got out a pack of cards. ”Been away my chum, came back to see all the squigs rounded up, good and proper, and a bunch of zoggin’ egits havin’ tried to ‘ave it out with a few of the ladz. Set them to rights soon after.’’ he chuckled, getting a small item from his top pocket.

”Been all over the place me, took one of them new airships off to the new Greenie Resort floating off behin’ the Hell Pit - quality place, fights like you wouldn’t believe,’’ he leaned in ”, and the greenie lasses eh?’’ he winked and tapped his nose ”Anywho, gotya summit pal.’’ he said passing the item to Sinclaw, a small card with a picture of the resort on the front.

’’They call them ‘Post Cards’, fink you is meant to like write stuff on ‘em, but you know, half the boys cannot even read and to hell with me wasting good ink on it.’’ he said, before spending the next few minutes trying to sell the Ratman his own quality collection of ‘genuine squig ink’. His sales pitch was however, somewhat cut short by the arrival of timid barrat, who brought over a small barrel of the ‘Houses Finest’ (according to her.

’’Quality.’’ the goblin chortled, smacking his lips and pouring a round, his motley collection of ladz tucking in eagerly.
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The Broken Blade

Sinclaw eyed the goblin, then eyed the knife on the table and grinned. Slowly he reached under his cloak and drew one of his new double barreled gun swords and placed it on the table next to the knife. The foot and a half of polished steal glinted in the candle light. It was a shameless display of one-upmanship but it amused him and Sinclaw figured he could potentially get a sale from it.

He Sinclaw looked at the card with the picture of the resort. It looked nice, but what truly was the point of not working when you could be working? Sinclaw tended to be happiest buried deep in a text book, the location didn't matter so much. Also the security of the resort didn't look too good..where were the walls, traps and guards? Sinclaw pocketed the card and accepted a drink from the barrel, nodding his thanks to the greenskin.

"it sounds like you've had an adventure" Sinclaw, still not fully understanding the idea of a holiday, continued. "so you went away, and didn't do anything?"


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Looking with an almost hungry desire at the pistol, Shifty tore his eyes away from it and reprimanded the Goblins for being less obvious with their desires. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the table as gensturing to the gun. ”Thatz a nice piece yeah?’’ he asked more rhetorically than anything else. Tapping his nose, he winked and coughed and then made a rubbing gesture with his finger and thumb before winking again and saying ”Ow’ much yeah, mates rates yeah, yeah? Yeah?’’

A short chorus of ‘Yeah?’ accompanied by a large amount of winking and tapping of noses followed as the other Goblins attempted to keep up. One of them held a bottle as menacingly as he could, whilst Shifties pet Snotling just giggled, before standing up, making a crude gesture and falling asleep. Whoever said Greenskins ain’t got not brainz?

Responding to the Rats question about is ‘Holiday’, Shifty explained ”It’s a bloody brilliant idea. They get ya to pay hundreds, fousands of green, just to sit around and do zog all!’’ he said, pointing at the card ”I fink, ‘’Hell Pit Holidayz’’ could be a decent earner!’’ he added.


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''This is all your fault.''
- Mork (or possibly Gork) on MP Season IV

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The Lab of the Boss
The Coppergrabb Chronicles

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