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Post by vagabond6 on Jul 27, 2009 16:21:27 GMT
name: Vurk Zulrat Race: Skaven Equipment: sword, putrid dagger (not only is it deadly sharp but it has never been cleaned from the several deaths it has caused. therefore if the wound inflicted on you by it doesn't kill you, the horribly infected wound will.), pouch of useful cloth and ointment for healing purposes, black cloak that may be under some form of spell as it appears to be able to disappear into shadows (or maybe that is the silent assassin cunning of a veteran of clan Eshin. gender: male Availability: a couple of hours a day.  |
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Post by barkblast334 on Jul 28, 2009 5:14:31 GMT
OOC: I was just making idle conversation. Nothing personal or anything.
Zal'karath went to question the guards in the town square. He walked there like a normal person, for once.
"Did you see anything on the day of the murders?"
"No...sir?"
Zal'karath stalked away angrily. He thought he saw a rat-like shape the size of a small man in the shadows, but dismissed it as a wandering thought.
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Jul 28, 2009 14:45:46 GMT
(ok)
Torin asked a few people, such as the victim's family. They said they didn't know anyone who would do such a thing. One looked suspicious, like he was hiding something, but a bit of intimidation never hurt anyone. Luckily, the Skink was nowhere to be seen, and neither were any other lizardmen or skaven or anything else with a good sense of smell, so no-one would know that something supernatural went on there. When he was sure the man knew nothing, Torin forced it back down, and wandered off, leaving the man with no memory of the past hour. Where to go now?
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Post by barkblast334 on Jul 29, 2009 5:18:15 GMT
OOC: The outskirts...
Zal'karath moved around the corner, following the side of the road out of town. If he could find tracks it would probably lead him to the killer, as no one leaves the city during festival season.
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Jul 29, 2009 14:51:01 GMT
Torin saw Zal'Karath leave the city. "either he's found something, and he'll gut me if i follow him, or he's given up, and there's no point. Oh well..." he walked straight into a large man, holding a club, flanked by six others. "We heard you was askin' 'bout the kill. Well guess what. You're next. Curiosity killed the drunken squig..." Thirty seconds later, Torin walked off whistling. "Actually it was the hungry orc that killed the drunken squig." But clearly there was someone in the criminal underworld who didn't want anyone to know about this...some buried primeval sense that, hundreds of years mago, had told his ancestors--men and daemons alike--that there was a big green thing with sharp teeth behind you, what are you going to do about it? this time it said: this isn't normal. There's something supernatural here...
Ten seconds later he was gone, sprinting towards the Wizards' Tower. (is there one? there'd better be, or i'm screwed)
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Post by barkblast334 on Jul 30, 2009 5:23:40 GMT
OOC: Yeh whatever. Sure there is.
Zal'karath saw Torin's 'trouble' and laughed, then continued on the path. He saw a broken wagon and leapt on top of it, smelling fear and anger scents. They led to the west...he started running.
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Jul 30, 2009 17:51:22 GMT
The wizard was uncooperative. Not for long though. Soon he was (with occasional nervous glances behind him) happy to scan the area for magical anomalies. Apparently something was there...a trail of something strange, leading out of the city to the west. Damn! That lizard must be halfway there by now! In less than a minute Torin was out the town gate sprinting west. He saw a broken wagon, plus occasional footprints. Must be where Zal'Karath had decided to let his feet touch the ground for a change...then, near the wagon, a deeper set of footprints...he had stopped to smell something...and then the prints became more regular. He had run that way. Torin ran off after him.
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Post by barkblast334 on Jul 31, 2009 5:24:02 GMT
Zal'karath almost laughed mirthfully as he saw the man follow his tracks away from where he was now. He would be very disappointed when the tracks stopped and he found himself lost. He would go and find him later, just not now. He dropped back to the ground, out of the tree he had hid in, and started examining the wagon more thoroughly. Hmmm..., he thought, those look like bite-marks. As he attempted to puzzle it out, a small man-shape burst out of the forest, colliding with him. Zal'karath could smell the stink of putrid blood on the daggers it held, and resolved to avoid getting stabbed. He threw the shape off of him, and saw it was a rat-man, a Skaven. "Stop!", he shouted, "Why are you here, Skaven? Can you not hold a civilized conversation with me? And in case you don't know what that means, it means that you don't try to stab me for at least five minutes!"
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Jul 31, 2009 20:53:53 GMT
Ah. So that was it. The crafty lizard knew he was here, and had tried to cover its tracks or something. Nice try... Torin stopped, focusing his sense for any movement, noise, smell, anything. Then he heard a crashing noise and a voice, smelt something putrid, and saw a skaven--the same one from the town--whoch had been about to kill Zal'Karath, but it said something which made it stop. Torin ducked behind some bushes to watch.
(I asked the guy playing the skaven if he would post, he said he's busy, but he will try to post soon)
(will leave for france on monday, away for two weeks with probably no internet)
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Post by barkblast334 on Aug 2, 2009 2:25:42 GMT
Zal'karath stared at both of them, simply staring. He said nothing, and did not move. He was confused.
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Post by vagabond6 on Aug 5, 2009 9:48:06 GMT
A cloaked figure scampered across the damp cobbles dappled with moonlight and the light falling lazily from the nearby tavern's windows. The creature lifted it's head to the night wind, it's nose twitched and it's whiskers quivered as it caught a scent in the air.
"Must find the man-writings.. said they would be here, but where" the thing was mumbling to itself feverishly. It looked around and saw the orc's head tavern on the other side of the narrow street. Skittering across the cobbles he knew they would be here "find the killer.. find gr.." his ears twitched then settled as he went round to the alley behind the tavern and saw the small warped window, nudging it with the hilt of his sword, he managed to create a sizable opening. Silently he climbed through into a back room and slid in to the main bar weaving through the bustling crowd un-noticed to the bar. there was no-one behind it - perfect. He crept to the back and sniffed and tapped on the cupboards each in turn, on the fourth "ah.. here be they.." he fiddled with the catch for a second and the little panel swung open revealing a small pile of letters and seals. He snatched at them, folding them and stuffing them hurriedly into an inner pocket of the cloak. he started toward the door but some drunken swordsman noticed the unusually hairy faced individual and shouted to the amassed "SKAAAAVEN!" heads turned, glasses dropped and swords were drawn. Arrows flew passed his head and there seemed to be a hochland handgunner in the room as there were loud bangs and the wood behind his head splintered and the bottles of aged liqueur smashed left right and centre. Vurk breathed in sharply.. and bolted from the tavern, the door swinging dangerously on it's hinges behind him. then a crowd of angry drunks burst forth from the doorway like a wave of fire.
They tumbled into the night, a mass of limbs, weapons, lanterns and mugs of frothing ale and each trying to get the best shot or swipe at the Skaven. Vurk skittered across the cobbles once more, seeming to the bundle of drunks like he was phasing in and out of the long shadows. Turn left, turn right, winding, winding. He ducked under a beam into a narrow alley and out of sight. He suddenly stopped, he could smell something. It was a human breathing but he was not entirely human, there was the scent of warpstuff about him.. Vurk's hackles raised as his delicate nose picked up the otherworldly odour. He froze... and... BOLTED, ricocheting off the walls of the buildings either side, moving as fast as the unstoppable beam of a warp-lightning cannon. Eventually he slowed to a halt, looking all around for a trace of anyone following him, but no.
He crawled slowly through the gutters, occasionally standing on hind paws to look through windows. after an hour he found himself back in the shrubland that lead to the wizards tower "grey master will be pleased"
He was sneaking through the undergrowth and froze for the second time that night, for as he looked up, he saw a glaring lizard face looking down at him. He sprung to his feet, whipping out a dagger and holding it to the lizardman's throat. Vurk span and kicked, knocking the new adversary's weapons to the ground whilst still holding the dagger to the thing's throat. but just as it was about to sink into the flesh the lizardman uttered one word; "Thanquol"
I will not be on for a week, going to spain.
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Aug 12, 2009 14:27:57 GMT
Torin stood up. "Vurk? What in the name of Sigmar are you doing here?" He saw Zal'Karath's expression. "Relax; I know this one. Well...I wouldn't call it friends. More he's annoyed me before. Now what are you after? No lies this time. I don't want to almost get eaten by a squig again." He asked the skaven.
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Post by barkblast334 on Aug 12, 2009 23:50:30 GMT
Zal'karath said calmly, "You know each other?"
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Aug 13, 2009 16:21:41 GMT
"Yes. A bit. Almost killed each other is more like it."
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Post by vagabond6 on Aug 13, 2009 18:02:36 GMT
I am using an internet café in santiago de compostela. I may not be back on 'til monday so see y'all then.
Vurk looked up at the the strange human, "I know you not," he said, eyes squinting, hunting for some memory of him in the recesses of his mind. "wait, y-your a daemon! Hraaashss! I will kill you! you are the man-form of Kah'Nuar'xesh! you try to fool me with your new flesh but I see through you!" This lizard is useful to grey-master, but you must be soul-killed, sent back to your warp-place. maaster will use your warpstone power for new stone-cog-metal machine!"
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