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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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| Morkskittar | Wed 21 Feb 2018 23:19:07 Post #76 |
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Yay! My Rat Ogre!
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Everyone jumped headfirst into the sack save Tirr and Sinclaw. Sinclaw ran off hurriedly, dragging Saint Ratolas' corpse with him, all the way down to WyrdPit labs, somehow never being stopped the whole time. Tirr, meanwhile, watched as the bag continued to suck up everything around it, and noticed a loose drawstring. He pondered the implications. *** Gribble and Brrx, Sir Bacon and Lacunae, and Victor and Franck all found themselves floating in a strange place of darkness, devoid of light save for faint, glowing bubbles scattered throughout the space, that occasionally illuminated mysterious objects; Rat Ogres, sleds, gifts, swords, guns, and a strange glowing octopus moving with great purpose in one direction. OOC: Lemmings. Why did you all jump into the sack?
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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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| Sod | Thu 22 Feb 2018 02:12:05 Post #77 |
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Marquis de
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Still reeling from his encounter with Gribble, Sir Bacon reached for the octopus. |
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| Ratty Gnawtail | Thu 22 Feb 2018 23:08:21 Post #78 |
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Gribble...grib...Gribble!
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"This is all your fault, Gribble!" Brrx shouted. "Grib!" "No, that's greed. Now how-how are we meant to get out of here?" "Gribble..." "Fish-thing?" Brrx looked up and saw the magnificent octopus. "Ah..." she said and looked about for some sort of propulsion device (fire extinguisher, rockets, e.t.c.) Action: Follow the glowy brick octo! |
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The (mostly) Complete Works of Ratty Green Seer Gnawtail portrait by ShuNian)
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| AshenEshin | Fri 23 Feb 2018 18:08:28 Post #79 |
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MK ULTRA - Skaven style
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Tirr, perceiving but not quite comprehending struggled against the fearful suction reached out and pulled at the drawstring |
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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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| blader4411 | Fri 23 Feb 2018 19:44:33 Post #80 |
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Lacunae
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"Well... This is unexpected." Since they had arrived in this strange dimension, Lacunae decided to make the best of it. She moved towards the bubbles containing Swords and Guns - figuring that she should at least come out of this with something to show for it. |
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Tournament Victories: Grand Opening Bout! (Quadra) Warpfest (Iggy the Fool) Event Victories: Ratzmas 2017 Fluff Competition | |
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| Eom | Mon 26 Feb 2018 06:05:18 Post #81 |
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Cursing his curiosity, Victor scanned his surroundings. Slowly his eyes were getting accustomed to the very small amounts of light. He could at least see some of the others who had jumped into the sack before him. This might be an indication he isn't dead yet, and at least that he was still in a dimension of reality that made some sense. That's a reassuring thought. Likely, Mutae could support him here. And so he turned his mind to the Futuremother, praying with all his might for help. When next he opened his eyes, revelation struck him. "Thank you, Mother", he whispered, and he proceeded to swim. Action: Victor tries to reach a Rat Ogre and a Sled. |
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Victor von Hohenfeld Losses: 7 Wins: 11 Tournament wins: Execution of Ikkilit | |
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| Tapirus | Mon 26 Feb 2018 10:42:35 Post #82 |
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Franck Feldscher
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Franck started looking for anything that looked like an exit and start moving towards it, grabbing presents along the way. If there was nothing that looked like an exit, he would grab some presents and follow the octo. |
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| Special Action | Thu 08 Mar 2018 06:32:56 Post #83 |
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No matter how hard they swam, no matter how much they reached for the nearest objects... ...none of them got any closer. They all stayed in the sack for what felt like a lifetime, bored, unable to do anything except yell at and blame the others. Until, one by one, they were all plucked out of the sack. Each one of them blinked, and then they were on the cold, snowy ground. Tirr stood before them, holding the sack upside down. He reached inside the sack with one hand, and pulled out Gribble last, tossing him next to Brrx. Shaking his head, Tirr, slung Ratolas' sack over his shoulder and marched on back to his lab. The others all looked at each other. "We shall never speak of this again," Lacunae said. The other agreed. OOC: Thanks for playing! That sack was originally a black hole, so jumping in was kind of a game-ender. For participating, you'll all start off next season with a special gift (c) depending on your choices in the bag, and for Twitch and Ashen, you'll have other benefits.
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