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| Tweet Topic Started: 22nd July 2004 - 09:21 AM (935 Views) | |
| vasquisk | 22nd July 2004 - 09:21 AM Post #1 |
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a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T (Dark Lords of the Overempire)
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Vasquisk lay on the cold, hard earth of the hastily constructed tunnel, pain wracking his body. The encounter with the Wood Elves had nearly finished him, but he was strong, he would survive. For the moment he was content to gather his strength, he would need it for the battles ahead. Two figures approached, shrouded in darkness. Vasquisk's heart quickened in fear, until he recognised the two. "Lord Morrskar, Lord Varqueek, welcome to my" he coughed, a horrible, rasping sound "humble abode". "Spare-spare the pleasantries, Vasquisk, we have business" spoke Morrskar, a hunched figure supporting himself on his staff. He set himself down on the ground, while the taller figure, Warlod Varqueek, remained standing. "No doubt you have heard" continued Morrskar, "of the success of my seer-brethren, the 'esteemed' Verminous Fang?" Vasquisk nodded. Who in the Skaven underempire had not heard of this mighty general? Rumour had it that he was blessed by the Horned One himself, and was likely to replace the Seerlord himself on the Council of Thirteen. "You realise that if he continues in this-this manner, the Council may begin to look-look less pleasantly upon Seers with... less obvious victories?" Vasquisk nodded again, he realised where this was going. Morrskar, despite being a gifted seer, had not had a great many successes to date, a fact which irritated him constantly, especially when he was reminded of the victories of Verminous Fang. "What do you want-want me to do, my Lord?" Vasquisk enquired. "We shall wait" replied Morrskar, "until this war is over. If the dark ones are repelled, and Verminous Fang fails, then all will be well-well, and there will be no need for any... immediate action." "And if the dark ones are victorious?" Vasquisk ventured, "What then?" Morrskar didn't reply for a moment, instead picking a spider from the ground. He dangled it from one gnarled paw, letting it run across the other, before picking it up again, never letting it run freely. "If the dark ones are victorious..." he murmured, deep in thought. "If they are victorious..." He looked up suddenly, and crushed the spider between his gnarled paws, a devious grin on his face. Vasquisk nodded in understanding. "It shall be so, my Lord." Okay, I know that I may seem impudent for daring to even think of this, and will most likely now be ostracised, I figured that since none of his enemies seem to be able to stop him, I ought to do something to keep Verminous Fang on his toes... |
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| Jackety | 22nd July 2004 - 09:28 AM Post #2 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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Can I help? Send a Assassin at him. Send a few triads at him. Send him weapons that explode. Give him faulty warpstone tokens. Give him a plastic bell. Give him drunk rat ogres. Give him Skavenade instead of Jezzial bullets. And as for impudent...your a skaven. |
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| vasquisk | 22nd July 2004 - 09:31 AM Post #3 |
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a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T (Dark Lords of the Overempire)
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I was thinking more along the lines of just stabbing him, actually (the character, that is, not the real Verminous Fang, I'm not really into murder and life imprisonment just yet). As for sending weapons that explode... don't Clan Skryre just do that anyway? They do it to me... |
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| Jackety | 22nd July 2004 - 10:47 AM Post #4 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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I know! Send assassin at character. Send few triads at character. Send malfunctioning Skyre Weapons to character. Send the Cheiftain of Ever Lasting Luck at character (Didn't lose a single wound after being attacked by about 100 warriors.) |
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| typo | 22nd July 2004 - 04:08 PM Post #5 |
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Grey Seer
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Mmm, well, if you DO kill him, how are you going to get it recognized that he is actually dead? |
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That pesky warmachine keeping you down, or is that combat monster destroying your army? NEVER FEAR... ESHIN IS HERE Wherever there is injustice... I will be there... Wherever crime is going on unhindered... I will be... Oh screw it, cant anyone take the law into their own hands Happy Hunting Cheers, Typo Record (w/l/t) 27/5/7 SoC Record(w/l/t) 13/1/2 | |
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| Verminous Fang | 23rd July 2004 - 07:01 AM Post #6 |
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As Lord Morrskar chickled softly, eyes intent on a crushed spider, he never noticed the soft shifting of shadows retreat from his chamber. Master Assassin Skree'skree moved deftly and nimbly through the warrens, avoiding contact with all living things. The soft perfume of death surrounded his form, a cloying sweetness that drifted and tickled the noses of clanrats on guard duty, and then just as quickly disappeared, largely unnoticed. The deadly rat moved through tunnels both occupied and vacant, old, with the unending smell of rat droppings, and new with the soft scent of churned earth, reminding him of the grave. His destination: the advanced position of a certain grey seer, the one who had paid his fee, and therefore his master in this. Skree'skree arrived without a whisper, and stood silently in the Verminous Fang's tunnel, completely ignoring the hum from the Skryre tunneling machines. The grey seer stood stock still, his eyes bearing the look of one seeing what cannot be seen. When Verminous Fang had finished whatever he had been doing, he turned toward the assassin and crooked his taloned finger. Skree'skree advanced like a shadow on the wing and whispered into the grey seer's ear. "Yes-yes, we must watch-watch this one closely. Morrskar has too many allies, is to strong-strong. Warlord Varqueek, however, is still useful to us. Watch them, and let me know if they move." Just as mysteriously as it arrived, the shadow fled the chamber, off to complete his task. |
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Go forth my brethren, that we shall nibble at the roots of the old world! We are the rats in the shadows. We hold the blades of corruption, aimed at the very heart of the Old World. We are The Council of Thirteen. Second place in the UnderEmpire painting competition! | |
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| Jackety | 23rd July 2004 - 07:05 AM Post #7 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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With how this is going, we could change it into a fluff thing were we all send assassins at eachother... How about it? I need more practice in writing anyway.. |
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| vasquisk | 23rd July 2004 - 08:23 AM Post #8 |
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a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T (Dark Lords of the Overempire)
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Damned useless guards! You'd think they could have noticed someone was there. Oh well. |
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| Nightlord | 23rd July 2004 - 02:14 PM Post #9 |
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Ratsassin Adept
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I like the sound of all this assassinish talk... "a sword from the shadows shall spring" I also have the most effective malfunctionning Warpfire Thrower in the Under-Empire. i don't remember a single time it has not killed my Warlock Engineer/Chieftain/Assassin when it fires... It could be yours! Just 35 Warpstone Tokens
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The Skaven language is the only one to include 32 words for "friendly fire" and none for "reliability" | |
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| Nightlord | 23rd July 2004 - 02:45 PM Post #10 |
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Ratsassin Adept
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Warlord Rik-Rik threw his immense sword across the chamber, the enchanted blade biting deep into the wall. His servants, fearing the wrath of the Warlord, nervously retreated into the shadows, but one of their number was not fast enough. Seized by the collar, he was dragged to the foot of the Warlord's throne. "So, little rat, you would try to betray me?" No-No, great Lord and Tyrant, i would never..." He was swiftly cut off as the Warlord's grip tightened. "You lie! Traitor!!" The Warlord heaved the doomed Skaven into the air, flying almost two metres before crashing through a wire grille. Immediately screams and roars erupted and blood sprayed out of the pit into which the creature had been thrown. As the Warlord and his servants watched, the smaller creatures nervously emulating his vicious laughter, a shadow detached itself from the corner of the room, moving silently into a recess behind the throne. Still laughing at the fate of his servant, Rik-Rik heaved his huge bulk upright on his throne. Reaching behind it, he pulled out a massive flask of an almost lethal alcoholic brew, pouring half of the contents down his throat. The shadow slowly moved away, reaching a tunnel almost hidden below the matted filth of the Warlord's throne room, and disappeared backwards down the concealed passage. As he went, the Assassin stroked a small amulet, crafted in the shape of a rat's paw holding a scroll. Many miles away, deep within his tunnel complex, a Grey Seer suddenly rose to his feet, wandering over to a strangely-shaped tangle of wires and glass. One of the wires suddenly began to vibrate, glowing green. The Grey Seer placed his torn ear close to the wire, hearing the vibrations clarify and perfect the sound. Misssssssiiioooon acccooooommmppplishhhed...... The Grey Seer laughed quietly to himself. Rik-Rik could have been a liability. Now he would be limited to his own den for many months, if he survived at all.... The Grey Seer's attention focussed on the glass fragment attached to the wire, watching and smiling as the picture formed on its surface... |
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| Jackety | 23rd July 2004 - 04:07 PM Post #11 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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That actually sounds like something I would do and would have someone try to kill me for... Warlord Rik-Rik (Jackety, whichever..) was laying on the ground in his warren, like he had been for the past few days. Even that cursed little amulet couldn't keep poison from effecting him... He would hear some steps leading to where he was laying, tightening his grip on his sword, having refused to let it go every since that cursed little rat died... "Warlord...you sent-sent for me?" His chieftain...who was even luckier then he was. That one had survived and beaten some cursed daemons and warriors who had tried to kill him...maybe... "The man-things, they have good-good*Cough, hack blood, wheeze*...med-i-cines, yes-yes?" The chieftain nodded his head nervously. Rik-Rik didn't see this, but knew the answer was yes. Or else. "Good-good *Hack, cough blood, wheeze*...Go, take some..." The cheiftain once again nodded his head, slowly leaving... Rik-Rik closed his eyes slowly, cursing whoever sent that one...his eyes darting to part of the room, making sure that his 'shadow' was always nearby... |
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I like black text you like black text lalala! lalala! ..wow, I already lost the tune to that song.. Folks, I may return or I may vanish, but know.. *dundundunnnn* I AM ALWAYS WATCHING. | |
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| Nightlord | 23rd July 2004 - 04:41 PM Post #12 |
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Ratsassin Adept
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Actually the shadow was the one that poisoned him, and the amulet allowed him to communicate with the Grey Seer...but your idea works as well. Feel free to attempt to kill my Grey Seer (his name is Arqueek) in revenge! |
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| Jackety | 23rd July 2004 - 04:45 PM Post #13 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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Meh. Someone tries to kill him, some poisoning happens, a warlord with a big sword starts taking names and kicking a...you get the point. But I am going to give that a shot... |
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I like black text you like black text lalala! lalala! ..wow, I already lost the tune to that song.. Folks, I may return or I may vanish, but know.. *dundundunnnn* I AM ALWAYS WATCHING. | |
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| Jackety | 23rd July 2004 - 06:21 PM Post #14 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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After his Cheiftain was gone, Rik-Rik looked up to that dark corner of the room. The assassin stepped out, watching him. "Go get-get another *Cough, blood* assassin...have him find who *Cough, more blood* did this.." Trying to gesture to the puddle of blood from all the coughing. Jitter-Kill nodded. "And then..." "Get him to kill-kill who did." Jitter-Kill nodded once again, leaving without a trace...sending the Engineer and a rat ogre in when he did, just incase. Rik-Rik smiled, slowly going into that black sleep again. |
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I like black text you like black text lalala! lalala! ..wow, I already lost the tune to that song.. Folks, I may return or I may vanish, but know.. *dundundunnnn* I AM ALWAYS WATCHING. | |
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| gorod | 24th July 2004 - 12:17 AM Post #15 |
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The Burninator (middenheim faction)
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so, wait, before I add my own little tid-bit of fluffness, is the assassin trying to kill everyone or make them allies of VF? |
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NEEK NEEK Middenheim, the official BOOM town of the Old Worlde You have the right to remain silent...what you lack is the capacity (Shrek 2 :P) | |
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