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| Morkskittar | 17th September 2006 - 02:37 PM Post #1 |
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The Tunnel's Resident Rodent Ecologist
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Capture The Pitfighter Chapter II Part II Rakkin was not pleased with his present situation. In fact, he hated his current situation. It frustrated him almost to the point of tears. He had missed the Semi-Final rounds of the Underempire Grand Tournament. Anger flared in the Moulder's eyes when he thought about it. The Underlord knows too damn much about this place... The Skavenblight rat had Rakkin pinned down. He had somehow discovered the location of Favrik's hideout and had planted snipers at every exit. Even Favrik had been flabbergasted, unable to explain it. "I can see-see them finding one entrance, maybe two... but every one-one? It makes no sense! It isn't possible." Tempers were high in the hidden lair. Favrik ran out of good food very quickly. Rakkin had, almost immediately after his first night here, made use of Favrik's laboratories and created a gruesome Rat Ogre over the course of a week. He had been able to get out of the den then, to shop for parts. He had originally been planning to enter the Grand tournament in Marienburg, but he quickly realized that Skavenblight would be more practical. It was close to a lab, and it seemed that he had friends here. Some friends. Rakkin's mind smoldered. The Moulder had tried to leave the den once, only to catch sight of a Jezzail barrel. Fortunately for him, the gunrats were talking to a passing Skaven - probably preparing to kill him for discovering his ill-concealed sniping post. After informing Favrik of this (accompanied with a lot of cursing and swearing), the two rats had gone to check the other entrances. The second-most commonly-used one had a better-concealed Jezzail team watching it. The cursing doubled as they checked a third exit. No team was visible, and Rakkin had thought that this one was safe. He cautiously began to step out, but something had made him stop. He ducked his head back inside just as the sound of displaced air flew over Rakkin's head. The Moulder had slammed the door shut, locked it, and reinforced it. Someone knew about that entrance, then... None of the other exits harboured Jezzail teams, though there were plenty of ill-concealed Mobrats hanging around every exit. Many of them were almost always looking at the trapdoor; Rakkin dared not open it too far. They truly had the two Moulders penned in. One thing bothered Rakkin about the situation. It didn't seem right. There were more than enough Skaven out there to storm the lair and kill its inhabitants - even taking the newly-dubbed Garzax and Splinter into account. Why hadn't they moved yet? Voicing his concern to Favrik, Rakkin had gotten a surprsingly terse response. "They're wait-waiting for the command." From that point on, an almost-palpable aura of anger filled Favrik's lair. Rakkin was beginning to suspect what had always been in the deepest pit of his gut all along: that Favrik was an agent of the Underlord, and had successfully trapped Rakkin here. Armed with this suspicion, Rakkin had avoided talking to the Moulder and had begun looking for weak spots in the walls and for the hidden exit he knew must be here. He stopped work when Favrik was in the area, but even with these interruptions, Rakkin made progress. He had discovered several cracks in the stone walls, and many of them seemed almost ready to spread. Rakkin's gut-feeling was becoming nauseating; he would have to act soon. Favrik also seemed suspicious. He had stopped referring to Rakkin as 'Kashisk,'and, in fact, had stopped trying to communicate with Rakkin at all. He seemed equally suspicious of Rakkin, as if the Moulder was trying to do Favrik in. A good act, thought Rakkin. It almost had me convinced of his innocence. It also irked Rakkin that he had lost contact with an elusive entity. When he had been shopping for parts, a strange rat had come up to him, slipped him a note, and left. The note had been from a "Shadowy Patron," offering to fund Rakkin's work in exchange for everything Rakkin knew about the Underlord. Rakkin had decided not to admit to having no knowledge; he made stuff up that he found in the back of his head to tell this patron. It seemed right, and it all fit in place. he left a parchment with the information at the agreed upon place. The next message had had Warpstone tokens concealed in the parchment. The note instructed him as to where to pick up the rest of his funding. Rakkin had done so prompty, and had a nice stash of Tokens for himself. Now, though, with the cut-off from the outside world, Rakkin had no way of communicating with his patron. There was probably another message waiting... Thinking of this only made the embers of Rakkin's anger flare up. It was over a sparse meal of filthy black grain that tempers broke. Rakkin's Black Hunger had been giving him violent mood swings, and right now he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into something. Favrik instigated the argument, finally speaking to Rakkin. "That beast of yours isn't doing any good-good, and we need food-stuffs. I say-say we eat him." Rakkin knew perfectly well that Favrik was referring to the Rat Ogre Garzax, but Rakkin's anger directed the conversation elsewhere. "Splinter useless, eh?" Rakkin ignored Favrik's startled denial. "He won-won me the Preliminary rounds of the Tournament, and you call him useless?" Rakkin's voice had crescendoed, and the Skaven's shouts echoed off the walls. Favrik's eyes had widened, and he sat in his chair stunned. Rakkin's fury was great, his muscles tensed. "IF YOU'RE REALLY THAT-THAT HUNGRY, THEN YOU SHOW ME YOUR WEAKNESS! THE HUNGER CONSUMES YOU!" Without thinking, Rakkin let the hunger take over. He sprang across the table, claws extended. Favrik regained his wits at that moment, and managed to dive out of the way. The newsrat rolled to his feet and faced Rakkin. The Hunger's anger had made Rakkin seem much larger than he was; it took all of Favrik's will to remain in place. Rakkin snarled and lunged forward; favrik sidestepped. As the Skavenblight native dodged the blow, one of Rakkin's arms lashed out, catching the Moulder on the head. Favrik sun around and collapsed. He saw Shards dancing above his head... Favrik was dimly aware of Rakkin's roaring... he knew he was doomed... Then another sound came. A trapdoor opening. favrik snapped awake instantly and sprang to his feet. Rakkin was on the floor, convulsing. A smile twitched on Favrik's lips. He is not truly Kashisk. He is not worthy of my attention. With that, the Moulder turned his back on Rakkin, Favrik scurried to his hidden exit and left Rakkin to the Black Hunger.... ...and the Underlord. Complete Works of Morkskittar Pillz |
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| s'nkeep | 17th September 2006 - 06:46 PM Post #2 |
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Ajax = warpstone juice
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poor npc i almost feel sorry for him *GRIN* |
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