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| A Ratzmas Carol; RP Thread | |
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| Morkskittar | Sat 23 Dec 2017 04:31:02 Post #1 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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A RATZMAS CAROL A Ratzmas Roleplaying Thread Missed the Sign-Ups? Here's how you can still participate! 'Twas the night before Ratzmas, when all through the Pub,Not a creature was stirring, not even a grub; The rat-sacks were hung by the beast-pits with care, In hopes that Saint Ratolas soon would be there; The Skaven were sprawled in a drunken stupor, While visions of pitfights played through their torpor; And Oksor at the bar, and lemons on the floor, All settling down for a long winter's snore. When out on the streets there arose such a clatter, Oksor sprang from the bar to see what was the matter. Away to the doorway he ran; very rude, Tore off the doorknobs and splintered the wood. The glow of the warp on the new-fallen snow Showed the horror of death to objects below, When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight dying Rat Ogres, With a little old Skaven, so nasty and mean, I knew in a moment it must be St. Ratolas. More rapid than harpies his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, CRUSHER! now, LANCER! now, BRAWLER and SLITHER! On, VOMIT! on STUPID! on, BITER and BLITZER! To the top of the pub! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As bloodsprays that before the Inqusirats fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the Rat Ogres they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, Oksor heard on the roof The slashing and clawing of each little... hoof. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Ratolas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with bloodstains and soot; A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they raged! they were all a-gazing! His claws were like swordblades, his fangs like a razor! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the fur on his face was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a bloody face and a sliced-open belly, That shook, when he collapsed, like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right nasty old rat, And Oksor laughed when he saw him, and picked up his hat... "Sir, you seem to have dropped this when you fell down our chimney," Oksor the XX said, annoyance creeping into his voice, and tossed Saint Ratolas' hat on the wheezing body lying on the floor. The rat looked up pleadingly at Oksor, and on the bar and the tables all around, sentient lemons crowded around, eyeing the downed rat. Five-second rule... The bar was empty; Ratzmas had once been a big night at the pub, but with socialists and cultists and tyranids galore, it seemed no one wanted to go out anymore ((OOC: still in rhyming mode!)). Sitting around a trio of tables near the bar were Tirr, Lacunae, Victor, Franck, and Sinclaw. They eyed the downed rat as Oksor went back to the bar, and the lemons nudged themselves closer. "Please," the Skaven on the floor said, softly. "I... am Saint Ratolas. Someone... attacked me, and my sleigh... and now I have gifts that I can't give away..." ((OOC: Make the rhyming stop!)) "Will you all help me up, if you please? I am afraid I can't get to my knees. Then maybe you can help me to find, the bastard that did this, and I'll whoop his behind! My Rat Ogres are wounded, and I was included, so maybe we can find a way to bring Ratzmas to all, so I can give gifts to... Horned One save me, I'm sick of these rhymes! Someone just help me up already! Ever since that blasted Raznarth took control here, everyone shoots at me whenever I go past! I'll tell you know, the other Skaven civilizations welcome me with open arms and the free stuff I bring, but Hell Pit? No! Ungrateful swine, but I'm here anyway, though I think my Rat Ogres are going to die without proper attention! And now I'm running behind on my gifts! Lend an old rat a hand, perhaps? Maybe I find some extra gifts for you, eh?" The lemons were poised to attack... OOC: RP start. Just RP like you do; post actions, Mork responds, post more actions, ad nauseam. This should last until mid-January, with Morky doing his best to pop in here every other day at least, hopefully more now that he is on winter break.
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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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| AshenEshin | Tue 02 Jan 2018 21:40:47 Post #31 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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"Optimism is a tenet of Mutae as far as I am concerned. She is our bright-hope for the future! And you gave up on that hope! You further condemn yourself and all elf-kind by your actions! You say that great powers beyond our knowledge are at work, but can you claim that you know this is true where we do not? To say yes would confirm our worst suspicions, to say no would make you as wise as any of us! End your madness... but no, you are gone beyond saving..." Tirr half-pleaded with the elf, albeit with a knife still poised in his forepaw, within striking distance. |
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He's not a master assassin!, He is a very naughty boy! The Rave(-ing Mad) Cave a.k.a my lab Praise be to Mutae
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Tue 02 Jan 2018 21:46:16 Post #32 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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"Gribb, gribble gribble gribble gri gribble gribble grib grib gri gribb gribble. Gribble gribble gr gribble gri gribble gri gribble gribble gribble gribble gribb." "Some-something about this act-actually being Ratolas and evil mutant-things having taken him down?" "Gribble." "So...why in Mutae's name are we just stand-standing here, Gribble?!" "Grib." "Some-something about the Inquisition...and hen-things?" "Gribble." "Tkull used to tell-squeak stories of the Skavenblight Inquisition of long past," Brrx muttered wistfully, "of their nice-nice red uniforms and the actions of the legendary Commissar Gnawski..." "Gribble, grib gribble." "Some-something about asking Ratolas? Hmm..." Brrx ignored the rising tension and sauntered over to the bound Ratolas. "First-firstly, you never brought me that mech-pony after all the badness I did that year, I want-want an apology. Secondly, where-where roughly did the strange-things shoot you down? Gribble and I might as well take a look while-whilst this group debate whether to boil, mash, or fry you." |
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The (mostly) Complete Works of Ratty Green Seer Gnawtail portrait by ShuNian)
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| Morkskittar | Tue 02 Jan 2018 22:56:13 Post #33 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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The Hell Pit standoff continued, though Lacunae looked about ready to take down everyone in the room. Saint Ratolas, now firmly tied to his chair, looked rather annoyed, and turned to Brrx eagerly when asked. "Why, you want your present? I have one for you this year! It's in my bag, up on top of the roof, with my poor Rat Ogres! All of you, your deepest desires can be found in my..." - he coughed up a little blood - "in my magical bag. For that is... my purpose, to fulfill the happy dreams of all who do evil, and make their worlds a better place, and keep their nightmares away!" Under his breath, he muttered, "Unlike that thrice-damned Mutae, who just seems to encourage that damnable Nightmare..." Oksor slipped Brrx her drink, which she sipped thoughtfully as she pondered his words. The bar-rat sighed. "Well, seems to me you lot need to decide what to do; turn him over immediately, or find whoever took him out and take them out with his help, and then if he is still around hand him over. It seems that letting him free is off the table, at least for now." Oksor sauntered back to his counter. "Where waws it you were attacked again, old rat?" Ratolas responded after a moment's thought. "I was flying around the rim of the crater, on the southern side, roundabouts where the old abandoned watchtower was, back from when Hell Pit was nearabouts Kislev." |
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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| Ratty Gnawtail | Tue 02 Jan 2018 23:08:03 Post #34 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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"Gribble," spoke Gribble eyeing up Ratolas' eyeballs hungrily. "Right then, swing by the lab-place to get as many guns as poss-possible and blow up some git-things near the southern side. Gribble, let's go." "Grib." "Pallisade? No...sewer size? No-no...suicide?" "Gribble." "I like those odd-things!" With that Brrx and Gribble began to make tracks to explore the place. |
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The (mostly) Complete Works of Ratty Green Seer Gnawtail portrait by ShuNian)
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| Twitch | Wed 03 Jan 2018 20:05:13 Post #35 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw continued to keep a wary eye on the room. He muttered rapidly under his breath to Victor "would be simpler just to kill st Nick and take his sack" Sinclaw grinned, "would save a whole lot of hurtin' and the Inquisition don't have to know he was alive..." |
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| Eom | Fri 05 Jan 2018 16:01:06 Post #36 |
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Victor whispers back: “Killing him on the spot would be my last resort. It seems he holds much valuable information. But it’s a good alternative.” He walks over to two humans whom he had spotted in a corner of the pub, who had so far not interfered. He hands them a small pouch of tokens, with the promise of more if they can get word to the nearest Inquisitorial office and return with a delegation for formal questioning. Then finally, addressing Lacunae, he raises his voice. “It’s time to make your choice, Lacunae. Will you fight, flee, or comply to the plan by allowing the Inquisition to question Ratolas? I give you precisely 5 seconds.” Holding up his hand and counting down his fingers one by one, he starts: “5.. 4..” |
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Victor von Hohenfeld Losses: 7 Wins: 11 Tournament wins: Execution of Ikkilit | |
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| blader4411 | Fri 05 Jan 2018 18:23:57 Post #37 |
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Lacunae
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Lacunae sneered at the Inquisitor, a curse already on her lips. Suddenly, her ears twitched as she turned to face the door. Her eyes widened; unfocused for a moment before narrowing. "Starting a battle here would be a mistake. Others are coming; they know St. Ratolas is here. We need to secure the Rat Ogres and the Sleigh before anything intrudes - there are far worse things out tonight than the Inquisition. I can probably heal the Rat Ogres, but I'm not sure how to control them. Anyone confident with Mindshaping or Magic, come with me." Having said her piece, Lacunae glanced around, looking for a way up to the roof other than climbing up the chimney. |
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Tournament Victories: Grand Opening Bout! (Quadra) Warpfest (Iggy the Fool) Event Victories: Ratzmas 2017 Fluff Competition | |
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| AshenEshin | Fri 05 Jan 2018 21:13:02 Post #38 |
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Tirr was trying not to let any of tonight's transpirings get to him. The elf moved away, which was good. However, the elf was still loose in the room, the self-proclaimed inquisitor being far to lenient. Tirr decided that relative obscurity was the best course for now. He stationed himself at the door, ready to react to any attempted comings or goings. The attackers were still an unknown factor and were doubtlessly encroaching. It was probably a good idea not to let them get the drop on the group. Or let the heretics in the building to the same. Tirr stood sentry at the door |
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| Eom | Mon 08 Jan 2018 12:05:21 Post #39 |
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“Oh yes it sure would be a mistake for you to start a fight here. And I’m sure it would be very convenient for you to make us all scared of outside intruders. Last chance: Do you fight, flee, or cooperate with us?” You notice that his hand has continued to count down while Victor was talking. Only his pink now remains, you have little less than a second to make your decision known to him. Meanwhile you notice that his other hand is making weird gestures, as if he is preparing to cast a spell. |
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Victor von Hohenfeld Losses: 7 Wins: 11 Tournament wins: Execution of Ikkilit | |
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| blader4411 | Mon 08 Jan 2018 13:14:03 Post #40 |
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Lacunae
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Lacunae laughed, shaking her head slightly. "Well, what I said was true, but I suppose you won't believe me anyway. Still, I had to give it a try. Now, with my very best intentions: would you kindly die?" With a flick of her left arm, a brass orb sailed across the room towards Victor. Meanwhile, Lacunae leapt forward, bearing full-speed towards Tirr who stood guard at the door. In her right hand, she drew a sword glistening with green venom - weeping as strands fell and dissolved the floor beneath it. Her armour reacted hungrily, blackened thorns reaching out in search of fresh blood. |
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| Twitch | Mon 08 Jan 2018 13:47:26 Post #41 |
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The Broken Blade
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Sinclaw saw the brass orb leave Lacunaes hands and reacted in a magically augmented blurr. He kicked out hard at the chair in front of him sending it soaring through the air towards Lacune and her bomb. Not looking to see what happened he then sprinted across the room and dived behind the bar. Quickly standing Sinclaw then unloaded all four barrels of his gun swords at Lacune as she dived for the exit before ducking back down to reload. |
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| Eom | Mon 08 Jan 2018 14:44:38 Post #42 |
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The countdown finished while Lacunae laughs. While she talks, Victor finishes his spell and casts Strange Distraction in order to temporarily distract Lacunae. OOC: I’ll leave it up to the GMs to work out the precise timing here. I feel Lacunae talked a little long and Victor would have sensed that she would not comply from the moment she started laughing. However, this is of course influenced by my ‘hindsight’ knowing that indeed, she was not about to comply. So unless Lacunae is wearing something to protect her from my spell, her actions thereafter should be influenced by her being distracted for a few (very crucial) seconds. |
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| AshenEshin | Mon 08 Jan 2018 20:21:23 Post #43 |
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As all warp broke loose around him Tirr was greeted with the sight of the spiked elf barreling towards him. Projectiles were whizzing through the air as he stood in the door frame. Waiting. Steeling himself. Couldn't afford to get this wrong. If he didn't want to be skewered, slashed or shot he had to get this right. Taking his mind from what he was doing he pondered what was it with heretics and spikes? The gap had closed sufficiently. Stepping to one side with his foot paw extended Tirr attempted to trip Lacunae into the door. Hopefully she wouldn't notice while trying to escape. |
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| Sod | Tue 09 Jan 2018 15:52:05 Post #44 |
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And it was at this moment that the capitalist pig turned self-styled Hogswatchfather decided Lacunae was most definitely an "angry elf". |
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| Morkskittar | Sat 13 Jan 2018 02:29:17 Post #45 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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In moments, what had been merely a tense situation exploded. Lacunae tossed her orb at Victor and lunged at Tirr, in the same moment that Victor cast his spell. For a moment, as Lacunae lunged, she thought she heard a voice calling her urgently, and she slipped and stumbled, crashing into the wall next to Tirr, missing his extended foot entirely. Sinclaw let off a barrage of shots at the elf, all of which, regrettably, ricocheted off her spiked armor, two of them grazing Tirr as the bounced. Safe behind the bar, Sinclaw breathed a sigh of relief. The orb Lacunae threw vanished in a puff of black smoke, and in its place appeared several figures: One was an Inquisirat, holding two wicked implements of torture, grinning maniacally at Victor. "We never dreamed that you would be a heretic," the Inquisirat said to Victor. "To think that you perpetrated the single greatest act of heresy Hell Pit has ever seen... death would not be good enough for you." One was a shapeless mass with two many eyes, fangs, and tongues, that rolled/crawled/hopped/flew directly at Tirr, growling incoherently. The next was a tiny Snotling, sitting on the bar, looking on amusedly. Saint Ratolas shrieked in terror, and joining his symphony of terror was Oksor, who was even now fleeing from a small army of fanged, intelligent, mobile grapefruit. Behind the bar, a clone of Sinclaw tapped Sinclaw on the shoulder. Sinclaw's face went pale under his fur as he looked at himself. "Look, I'm you! Durr durr durr!" The clone Sinclaw proceeded to drool and do a little dance, knocking over furniture in the process. "This is not the spirit of Ratzmas!" Saint Ratolas called out. Everyratty ignored him. Lacunae got to her feet, annoyed, and found herself standing next to Tirr while the shapeless monster bore down on them both. Lacunae, grinning, slashed at Tirr, who dodged the blow from her blade, providing the elf with the opportunity to slip through the door - but not before Tirr's tail tripped the elf up, making her fall onto the snow. Growling, she scrambled to her feet and breathed in the cold air. She ran from the pub, but looked back and slowed; on the roof of the building, she saw eight Rat Ogres, a sleigh, and what looked like a deformed pig-person arguing with them. *** By that point, Brrx and Gribble had quickly exited the room, heading up the stairs that would lead to chimney entrances closer to the roof. As they emerged onto the next floor, they caught sight of Sir Bacon, that porky Moulder, slipping his way up the chimney. OOC: I can't leave you alone for a couple of days without all heck breaking loose. On that note, apologies for the massive delay; I had some RL issues come up.
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Just RP like you do; post actions, Mork responds, post more actions, ad nauseam. This should last until mid-January, with Morky doing his best to pop in here every other day at least, hopefully more now that he is on winter break.










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