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Plot thus far
« on: 11:07, Thursday 26 Jan, 2012. »
So Being set the task of retrieving a device of unknown purpose with only a description and rough location to go by, knowing that the team sent to test it has vanished the newest members of the 3 1/2 dozen set off.

After a few days of travel they entered a large section of tunnel, strange snuffling noises were heard. As the team spread out Grey seer Apprentice Fizzek summoned a rat minion and sent it forwards to investigate. As it rounded an outcrop in the stone hallway it was suddenly fallen upon and consumed by a rat-wolf, a horrid creature created from the mesh of the two beasts it is named after. As if this were a signal more rat wolves poured into the chamber and started towards the party.

Scabies lashed his rat ogre forwards to meet the oncoming foes only to have a rat wolf emerge from a side tunnel and charge straight for him! Getting his rat beardy in the way allowed Scabies to tangle the attacking rat-wolf in his whip, this held it for a time before the rat wolf wriggled free and poor beardy was devoured. Meanwhile Scrablet barked orders at his slave and shot his pistols at the wolves as he waited the rat wolves to be clumped in a bottleneck, then when the time was right opened the nozzle on the warp fire thrower and incinerated a clump of wolves before frantically starting to reload the intricate death device. Fizzek took up the noble leaders position at the rear of the team and sent bolt after bolt of warp fire at the rat wolves more irritating them than damaging them but that was his plan all along of course... he wolfed down some warpstone to augment his magic, warpfire shot from his paw and incinerated a wolf and as it did a splitting headache rent Fizzeks skull, magnificent Curling horns erupted from his skull and after the pain had past he stood more proudly with a greater air of authority.

After a severe battering the 2 surviving rat wolves retreated back along the cavern. Before they had left an unearthly howl filled the chamber and in strode a beast that instantly made Scrablet cower in fear, this beast was a rat wolf, mutated so its head was a blazing skull. Leading a new group of rat-wolves it advanced on the cowering party. Scabies rat ogre rose to the challenge even if its master wouldn’t and went forwards to meet the foe. Fizzek keeping his head together barked orders at the rest of the party which they promptly ignored in their terror. Sighing with resignation Fizzek chomped on some more warpstone to increase his power, his skin suddenly burnt with an unholy cold and froze into a shining silver sheen, plinking his skin with a claw he discovered he had turned into a beautiful silver metal. Grinning he continued to send fire forwards into the foe and withering the Alpha rat wolves’ abilities from afar, though afterwards he felt a craving for more warpstone... Regaining their composure both Scabies and Scrablet rejoined the fray. Finally reloaded Scrablet sent another gout of warpfire into the combat with the Rat-wolves this was too much for the already damaged alpha and the intense head caused its head to explode violently, the rest of the rat wolves lost heart at this and the ones not killed fled.

While consuming the remains of the Alpha Scrablets teeth crunched on a piece of armour. Fizzek demanded to investigate and found part remains of one of the prior team. They were on the right track.

Progressing onwards to their destination, Glow Fungus cave, the party started to notice the local flora and fauna to be becoming gradually more and more mutated. Finally they emerged into glow fungus cave. It was a vast chamber, a perfectly circular pit in the centre filled with a viscous green fog and lumbering chaos spawn riven with mutation wandered aimlessly around the chamber. The party managed to lure one of the spawn and kill it swiftly and with the use of a spell of silence by Fizzek the other two did not notice. Using Scrablets pet rock they managed to lure the other two spawn into a better position for assault. Realigning the nozzle of the warpfire thrower Scrablet let another gout of flame into the enemies, sadly his aim was off and though it did torch one of the spawn it also set fire to Mother, Scabies Rat ogre. Screeching with rage Scabies managed to scrape the majority of the sticky flame off of Mother and sent it launching towards Scrablet. It soared past Scrablet and hit the final spawn smack in the face causing it to die in flaming agony. Scabies of course meant to miss Scrablet and was quick to point out that he was dead on in aim for the chaos spawn face....

As the final spawn crumpled and burnt the team investigated the cavern, they found the remains of the team (who had mostly turned into spawn) as well as details of the device, its function and usage. It is a mutation generating device, which was seemingly very effective. They followed the power cables for the device into the chamber centre, where the wires lead into the pit. Pulling the wires out of the pit to try and tug the device from the centre of the mist lead to the party looking at some disconnected wire ends. Making an executive decision as leader of the party, Fizzek pushed Scrablets slave into the pit and told him to fetch the device. After about 5 minutes of waiting the party got bored. Fizzeks Witch sight had indicated a sudden concentration of mutating energy in the centre of the pit. Sending his thoughts out he commanded the slave to bring the contents of the pit back to the edge of the mist. The slave shuffled back into sight dragging a human body and it was then that Fizzek realised, the slaves brain had been turned into pure warpstone!  Investigating the body lead to the party finding that the device had been taken to Nuln by worshippers of the chaos god Tzeentch, the god of magic and change.

The Party left to return to Skavenblight bringing the news of the events that had transpired, on the return journey Mother suddenly stiffened and then its wounds started closing far more swiftly than before, contact with the warpflame had granted it a form of speedy regeneration!

Upon return Grey Seer Krisquell met with Fizzek and had a hard time keeping from being impressed by the blessed mutations that had been heaped on him by the Great Horned Rat. Next the Party would be heading to Nuln to find out where the device had gone and setting to retrieve it.
« Last Edit: 20:10, Thursday 26 Jan, 2012. by Dan A »
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #1 on: 18:15, Thursday 26 Jan, 2012. »
I was trying to hide part of the plot from the minions  ;D I need to keep some information to myself to save me getting a knife in my back.
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #2 on: 20:03, Thursday 26 Jan, 2012. »
Dont worry i kept certain parts secret that only you know :D
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #3 on: 20:44, Thursday 26 Jan, 2012. »
ooh goodie
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #4 on: 19:37, Tuesday 31 Jan, 2012. »
I got flamed. Twice. *looks around furtively*

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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #5 on: 20:14, Tuesday 31 Jan, 2012. »
I am woried as it maybe my turn for the warpfire bbq. Although I may have words or spells with the engineer if that happens  8)
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #6 on: 20:24, Tuesday 31 Jan, 2012. »
All sillyness aside this has been a great laugh. The pure chaos of it all.
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #7 on: 20:53, Tuesday 31 Jan, 2012. »
So with the addition of a new member, the diseased plague monk known as Scratch'it the ragged team of skaven went forth to Nuln to seek out the device that had eluded them thus far. Three weeks worth of journey and they were in one of the great human trade centres, underneath the city dwelt the skaven denizens of the city, gnawing at the bowels of the city and undermining it from within. Asking around the city for any evidence of the cultists that had taken the device, Scratch'it managed to find an old Plague priest by the name of Bileous Festerlung who has seen the cultists coming and going through a crypt that had been used by Clan pestilens for generations to steal body components and use them in their foul brews. After the rest of the crew arrived Bileous was more forthcoming (being slightly afraid of the rat ogre 'Mother' being in such close proximity to his person) and told the group of a secret entrance that would allow the party to bypass the sentries and enter the crypt unseen.

Scratch'it proceeded to then rile up members of his clan and managed to persuade 4 plague monks to assault the sentries of the crypt, as it was being defiled by interlopers and was preventing the mighty clan pestilens harvesting what was rightly theirs!

Upon entering the crypt through a sewer tunnel, the skaven smelt the distinct smell of death and decaying matter, low lights burned on the decrepit stone walls allowing them to pick out the details of the tomb. Scrablet moved forward, warpfire thrower at the ready with new slave in tow carrying the unwieldy and heavy backpack that contained the weapons fuel. Scratch'it scuttled past the slow team carrying the weapon and promptly stood on a trap, wooden spikes shot from the wall but were mostly deflected by the monks armour and caused only minor damage. Moving more slowly the monk and the weapon team moved forwards as Scabies and the Grey seer hung back. Suddenly a noise emerged from the grate from which the party had entered and two cultists, looking much worse for wear ran into the crypt from the secret entrance. Taken aback by the skaven in front of them they could barely react before they were decapitated by 'Mother' who was whipped forward eagerly by Scabies.

Round the corner Scratch'it proceeded to fall quite literally into another trap as the floor beneath him collapsed, leaving him down a pit. Suddenly a moaning was heard and from beyond the pit and zombies emerged from a chamber and shambled towards the newly opened pit. Scratch'it quickly scuttled out of the hole and promptly had to dive back into it as Scrablet opened a nozzle on the warpfire thrower and launched forth with its deadly payload. Sadly Scrablet did not expect the kick of the weapon and launched it sideways, had it not been for Scratch'its quick reactions he would have been sorely toasted. Zombies quickly piled into the hole and Scratch'it took it upon himself to start battering them, as Scrablet shot his pistols into the mass of undead flesh.  Scabies, his beasts, and Fizzek then proceeded to pile in and short work was made of the Zombies, with minimal damage to most of the team, though Scratch'it did take a bit of a battering.

Investigating the tombs on the far side of the pit Scratch'it uncovered a small stash of warpstone, Fizzek was attacked by a zombie who’s head he proceeded to set on fire, and Scabies found an archaic but serviceable greatsword that he tied to Mothers back. Proceeding onwards the team entered a much larger circular chamber, with two great pillars upholding the raftered ceiling. Wisely Scratch'it tried to immediately scramble up the walls to be out of the firing line of the recently reloaded warpfire thrower, but made little headway. A shrill gibbering them rung out in the chamber and a series of half human cannibal ghouls scampered forwards to assault the party. Trying to make up for his earlier faux pas, Scrablet aimed carefully with the flamethrower and opened the firing chamber, sadly he sneezed as he fired and once again fire poured towards Scratch'it. Flames washed away a ghoul that was charging and in the aftermath Scratch'it strode forth, smouldering, irate but uninjured and set about the ghouls with more gusto that success. The rest of the party joined the fray, Scabies entangling with his whip, and once Mother got involved short work was made of the ghouls, not to mention Fizzek successfully immolating a few with fire conjured from the warp.

The party then set about following Fizzek as his witchsight told him that the greatest source of change, and therefore the cultists was down one passageway and not another, using his superior Grey seer skills he spotted a trap down a corridor and with cunning use of Scrablets pet rock he disable the trap with no loss of life (though distinct loss of rock). And so the party proceeded down the tunnel... dun dun dunnnnn....

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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #8 on: 13:06, Wednesday 01 Feb, 2012. »
Amazing! I love these little stories!

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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #9 on: 13:18, Tuesday 14 Feb, 2012. »
And so the party continued onwards, moving away from the corridor from whence the large boulder had rolled, having to force Scrablet to leave the remains of his once proud pet rock, they investigated the tunnel opposite from which they had entered the cavernous chamber. The corridor lead around a corner and out of sight. Knowing full well the traps that were present down the previous tunnels Scabies whipped mother forwards, Mother grunted and shambled down the corridor, before letting out a startled grunt and falling into a pit. There was a screech from around the corner and suddenly a pair of ghouls leapt on top of mother and started gouging holes out of him. Scratch'it and Scabies leapt forwards to the defence of Mother, Scrablet was staying very near the back, being dragged away from what remained of his pet rock and kept edging towards the remains and Fizzet was keeping a good close eye on Scrablet. Feeling the imp of perverse Fizzet used his advanced control of magic to pull a fuel nozzle free on the warpfire thrower, and it rapidly began draining fuel down the back of the dwarf, the dwarf was quick to protest and try and warn Scrablet but was swiftly hushed and threatened with violence if he continued to make noise. Fizzet warned Scrablet that his backpack was leaking, thoroughly checking his won backpack Scrablet was happy there were no holes in it, and left the dwarf to keep draining highly flammable fuel over the corridor, rest of a party and himself. Hearing this over the sound of combat Scratch'it took sought shelter down the pit.

The combat went on, with Mother taking some nasty wounds, but eventually the ghouls were thoroughly smashed, leaping over the open pit Scrablet (leaking fuel over Scabies, Mother and leaving a trail of fuel down the corridor) ventured forth into the next chamber, A massive form leapt out from the entrance as Scrablet moved into the chamber and he was suddenly overwhelmed by a colossal ghoul! Reacting swiftly he spun the warpfire thrower and clicked the trigger. A noise like a balloon letting out gas was heard before a dull ‘Whoomph’ as the warpfire thrower sparked the leaking fuel and the poor dwarf slave was immolated, Scrablet was hurled screaming and flaming forwards across the chamber before blacking out with the pain. The massive ghoul was set on fire and thrown with a bone shattering crack against a nearby wall and the stream of leaking fuel billowed up the corridor setting fire to both Mother and Scabies. Screaming wildly Scabies tried to put of his leg in vain, and fainted as the pain overwhelmed him. Mother rolled about down the pit trying frantically to put itself out while Scratch'it rolled swiftly from side to side narrowly avoiding being crushed by the flaming rat ogre.

Quickly Scabies leg was consumed by the flame and luckily for him the wound cauterised itself shut. Hearing his companions overwhelmed by flame Scratch'it scuttled out of the pit (as mother finally put itself out), praying reverently to the horned rat and with Fizzet cramming warpstone into his maw Scabies awoke. A splitting headache rent his head asunder and was suddenly relieved as the pressure forced his eyes out of their sockets; they stretched outwards, the optic fibre thickening to support them and looked around. Getting used to the new perspective (and having to hop on a single leg) Scabies screamed for Mother, who obliged and picked up the irate packmaster and placed him on its hunched shoulders. Scuttling into the next chamber Scratch'it repeated the process, this time hammering raw warpstone tokens into the horridly burnt flesh of Scrablet. Either the pain or the power of the horned rat awoke Scrablet and he startled awake. Fizzet and the party searched the chamber and on the body of the massive ghoul was a large iron key; this was swiftly pocketed by him and with a rudimentary crutch made of the ghouls arm for Scabies the group went back to the final unexplored tunnel.

Getting Mother to push the massive boulder (which has originated from the trap) ahead of them, the group entered another large columned chamber, with huge rotten beams traversing the ceiling, luckily with the skavens good night sight, the group spied beasts lurking in the rafters. Volunteering himself Scratch'it was picked up and hurled bodily into the rafters, narrowly avoiding falling back off the rafter again, Scratch'it hurled himself forwards at the foe, which he was not surprised to see were massive overgrown bats! One bat manoeuvred past Scratch'it and flew towards the hulking form of Mother, the other was tackled off the beam and both Scratch'it and the bat fell with a thump onto the hard slabs below. The other bat was swiftly brought down by a combined effort of the rest of the party, and then Mother was whipped forwards to deal with the final bat being wrestled by Scratch'it.

Adjoining this chamber was a tomb chamber, a large iron portcullis sealed the room, but with use of the key liberated from the massive ghoul, the party entered the chamber without trouble. Searching the tombs the party came across a number of useful items, including a staff for Scabies (to be used as a crutch) a magical amulet to increase his already sinister spell casting ability and a number of pieces of armour. As he was searching one of the tombs a ghoul lashed out at Fizzek, seeing their gallant leader in trouble Scratch'it and Scablet started pushing the massive boulder from the earlier trap forwards to assist their superior...  not hearing this till nearly too late Fizzek managed to dodge out the way and the boulder came to a rest on a nearby piece of wall. As the dodged the boulder he stumbled into another tomb, and with a grinding noise the back fell away revealing a secret passage. Looking down the passage he was pushed suddenly from behind by Scratch'it, who was pushing the 'far too valuable' leader out of danger!

Grumbling about the insubordination of his workers Fizzek scrambled onwards down the tunnel, after finishing looting the chamber the party decided it was best to follow their trail blazing leader and they all preceded down the tunnel. The tunnel stretched onwards for a few dozen metres before coming out into a much larger chamber, archaic tombs sat at either side of the room and at the opposite side from which they entered sat a large altar, a grim necromancer stood in front of it, hands raised in a ritual, dark nimbus of power shimmering around them. Between them and the evil wizard stood a shambling mass of zombies, and behind them and ancient warrior stood wearing a suit of battered armour and holding a large and menacing sword. As they entered the chamber a cultist matching the description they were after fled through an exit behind the craven altar.

A fierce battle ensued with Mother taking the majority of the horde as Scratch'it broke through horde, dodging and weaving around the clumsy blows of the undead and made for the Necromancer. Cunning use of silence by Fizzet put an end to the Necromancer summoning reinforcements; before he could recommence his spell casting Scratch'it viciously tackled the sorcerer. Trying to force a warpstone token into the Necromancers mouth Scratch'it fumbled and forced it into his paw, the raw mutating power of the warpstone coursed through his veins, suddenly green fire poured from his skin consuming all his possessions, this fire spread and the necromancer died in horrid agony as the warpfire seared his flesh. With the sudden flaming skaven in front of them and the death of the necromancer the rest of the undead crumbled as the dark magic that sustained them dissipated.

With that the crypt was empty and despite their loss of limb and severe burning the day was won by the skaven!

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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #10 on: 18:47, Tuesday 14 Feb, 2012. »
The disappearance of slaves causes me to issue them with a red tabard (target optional)

Try as I might I still haven't gained regeneration. Althouhg the scales look rather snazzy.
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #11 on: 10:02, Thursday 23 Feb, 2012. »
And so the party rested, nursing their wounds in the various clan specific areas underneath nuln, Scabies needed the most reconstructive surgery and had a whole new leg stitched on, though it would take the packmaster a while before he would recover. During the period of recovery Fizzet was trained in the deeper arts of magic and grew more powerful, the flaming plague monk Scratch'it was granted consecrated bandages coated in filth which prevented overt fire getting everywhere but surrounded him in a viscous and deadly fog, for his efforts to liberate a new hold for Clan pestilens he was also granted a plague censer; a flail filled with burning warpstone, that when swung would add to his already copious amounts of noxious fog. Scrablet spent time repairing the warpfire thrower and getting a metal helmet fitted to his now mutated bare skull, during this time he was approached by an experienced engineer, he was informed that cultists of the Change god had been seen at the Imperial College of engineering, and if the party were going there to deal with the cultist problem anyway if they could perchance steal blueprints and devices in said college, they were to try sneaking in stealthily and as such Scrablet was given a number of warp gas filled globes that could kill silently.

This information was relayed to the group although due to leg repair Scabies would miss this mission, and as such the party would be missing the muscle of Mother for this venture. The infiltrators followed the sewerage tunnels until they reached under the college, sneaking in through a passage into the well the party preceded into the building they had been told to investigate. They entered into a large and darkened building, high ceilings giving the skaven a distinct feel of agoraphobia, noticing a distinct lack of guards they investigated the one side chamber with light coming from under the door. Slamming the door open Scratch'it was confronted by half a dozen guards playing poker. Immediately reacting Scratch'it ran forwards, leaping over the table and smashing into the Captain with his censer. Fizzet tried to channel his new power into a massive storm of warp energy but the spell fizzled in his mind and was left squeaking angrily at his ineffective paws. Scrablet brought the newly repaired warpfire thrower to bear, and before the guards could properly prepare themselves there was a gout of warpfire and half of the guards disintegrated in the intense heat. Narrowly dodging to one side Scratch'it avoided the flames and finished the Captain, Fizzet in anger at his previous attempts sent a single bolt of lightning towards one of the few remaining guards and caused him to sizzle and die. As the last guard died to Scratch'its frenzied battering the rest of the party looked around the chamber, Scrablet being the resident tech expert found a number of strange metal globes in the corner of the room, recognising them to be grenades he pocketed them giggling at the chaos he could cause with them.

The party proceeded into an adjoining chamber and finding an empty workshop, closing the door on the steadily burning guards room they started looking for saleable components. Scrablet found a very large and intricate blueprint which he could make no heads or tails of; as such he rolled it up and placed it in his satchel. As he was doing this Scratch'it had heard the noise of footfalls from beyond a far door, placing himself to the side of the door he waited in ambush. This paid off as the door opened and two cultists wandered in investigating where the sound of combat had come from. One took a censer to the chest and died as the toxins caused his flesh to liquefy, the other got a bullet, and a bolt of warplightning to the body and died in horrific agony. The group moved cautiously outwards and seeing no cultists scuttled towards one of the unexplored doors, finding this chamber empty except for the corpse of a guard the party had a rummage, Fizzet this time found a repeating pistol and due to Scrablet being light of warpstone tokens put it in his robes for later sale. Scrablet wandered round the room looking for areas where the stonework was coming away, finding a section of wall he started cramming grenades into it. He then tied a length of string to the pins and hid behind a desk. With a mighty pull the pins came free! And nothing happened... Annoyed by the lack of explosion Scrablet wandered forwards, investigating the (now live) grenades, he gave them a poke. The grenades which had been crammed too hard into the wall came free and rolled Scrablet's feet, a sinister hissing noise emanating from them. Scrablet leapt behind a desk but was too late and the explosion sent him tumbling, back full of shrapnel, into the stone floor, where he lay, breathing raggedly for a couple of seconds. As the grenades went off the door slammed open to the chamber and more cultists piled in, being shocked by the sudden explosion they could barely react as Scratch'it reared up from behind a workbench and tried to hurl a large piece of metal at them, sadly he expected too much from himself and merely succeeded in dropping the metal on his head. Fizzet leapt up from behind the bench he was behind and tried to send another warpstorm at the cultists, yet again the magic failed and he was left feeling angry...

The cultists deciding this fight was not for them, cheesed it, they ran from the chamber, mad smoking plague monk in hot pursuit with the grey seer not too far behind. Scrablet necked a healing potion getting him back on his feet, but doing little else, and he limped into the chamber that he had just blown his was into. A board room confronted him and he saw the blueprints he had been tasked to retrieve, smuggling them away in his backpack he called his slave to assist him and get the warpfire thrower plugged back into its fuel pack. Scratch'it and Fizzet managed to bring down the two fleeing cultists with a combination of censer wielding and bolts of lightning. As the last cultist was brought down Fizzet spied movement at the end of the corridor, he was rather startled to see a number of cultists with what appeared to be a large metal tank at their head. Casting a spell to cause the shadows to protect and conceal him he started moving for a corner to hide behind. Scratch'it however was busy gnawing on the cultist he had brought down and did not notice the large rumbling tank moving towards him. Finally looking up Scratch'it scuttled backwards as the tank bore down on him, and fled into a room to the side, as he opened the door he was Scrablet preparing the Warpfire thrower, a hurried warning was chittered and channelling his mutated flaming body Scratch'it fused the door shut behind him and backed away from it, starting to draw himself into a frenzy he chanted praises to the horned rat and self flagellated. Squeaking his annoyance Scrablet quickly scuttled back through the hole he had blown in the wall and moved to position the flame thrower ahead of the tank. As the tank rumbled forwards Fizzet scoffed warpstone and beseeched the horned rat for his favour to finally call a warp storm forwards...

And then it all happened, manoeuvring in front of the tank Scrablet opened the warpfire thrower nozzle and threw fire forwards, torching the front of the tank and catching a number of cultists, there was a sudden darkening in the corridor as clouds of pure warp energy coalescated and lightening flashed downwards hitting the steam engine running the tank and causing the pipes to burst that were providing pressure to the tank, a number of cultist screamed as their skin crackled and burnt with the energy, a particularly large cultist exploded and five miniature versions of himself scuttled forwards. The door Scratch'it had fled through burst outwards and the flaming Scratch'it screamed forwards into the combat leaping on the side of the tank and battering it giving off a steaming fog of corruption. Seeing the tank bearing down on him purely driven by forward momentum Scrablet hurled a warpstone globe, it landed pitifully at his feet but luckily did not smash.

Breathing in deeply Fizzet then exhaled a cloud of noxious gas, spreading over the cultists many more fell to the ground clutching their throats as their lungs liquidated. Scrablet seeing the globe at his feet and cultists bearing down on him stomped on it, in the few seconds of hindsight he had left, he probably regretted that decision. He stamped on the gas filled globe caused it to shatter, the glass went straight into Scrablets foot, this lead to him shriek in agony, successfully getting a lungful of the poison gas. His insides rupturing he staggered forwards as his terrified slave tried to pull itself away, this caused the fuel lines on the warpfire thrower to rupture and with the remnants of warplighting still hanging in the air that was all the spark that was needed. An explosion tore through the building detonating the remaining grenades that Scrablet carried; the front of the tank was obliterated as was Scrablet. The last few cultists were swiftly finished off by the Grey seer and Plague monk, and as they calmed down after the fight realised that Scrablet was carrying the blue prints that would get them rewarded for this venture... feeling rather gutted by this fact they swiftly ransacked the rest of the building managing to lever an experimental Tri-barrelled mortar down the well from which they had emerged. And before the majority of the guards could arrive, the skaven fled into the sewers leaving the guards to find what was left of the workshop building on fire with what seemed like cultists to be the cause of the problems....

Bloody buggering hell, they get longer :D

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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #12 on: 14:01, Thursday 01 Mar, 2012. »
During the weeks recovery Scabies had been grafted on a new and shiny leg, not his own mind, this one looked taken from a giant cat, but it took well and there was no penalty to his previous dexterity. At the same time it was definitely made clear that Scabies owed Clan Moulder, he was told of some interesting sightings of robed humans infiltrating the Nuln menagerie, as well as the burning down of the engineering college by his colleagues a few nights previous. He was issued with a way to clear his debt, while dealing with the cultists capture beasts from the menagerie, if a healthy number were capture he would be rewarded...

 Getting used to his new leg Scabies scuttled down to a dingy Skaven bar known as the Rancid Manthing, where he had been informed that the mighty Grey seer he served would be drinking, before strolling into the bar Mother was suddenly distracted, distorted nose quivering, but got whipped back into shape swiftly and they proceeded into the bar. Seeing the rather distinct profile to Grey seer Fizzet sitting at a far corner, nursing a drink and accompanied by a large black furred skaven. Sitting down Scabies was informed of the newcomer, a bodyguard for Fizzet known as Snuffle, Scabies was also told of the death of Scrablet, a fact he was not surprised to hear about. Scratch'it shuffled into the bar, smoke pouring from him as his skin slowly burnt off the scummy robes he wore, and he looked a little disconcerted and couldn’t help suddenly looking at the door as something skittered through it and hid under a far table. The party then discussed the events of the previous few days’ misdemeanours, detailing the attack on the college, and scabies informing them of the cultists at the menagerie. Scabies also proceeded to mention he had been issued with a number of nets, and purchased a few Sleeping gas globes to help them in this task. Finishing up the next few rounds of drinks (all free for the barman squirted the musk of fear when Fizzet walked in) the group decided to go that very evening to see if they could intercept the cultists.

They crept through the sewers (followed by a curious creature that none of them really saw, all they heard was snuffling and faint 'Squeeoinks') entering the menagerie through a refuse grate in the southern part of the complex. Around them stood tall cages filled with all sorts of exotica. Scabies was swiftly distracted by a cage next to him, within it stood a creature he recognised as particularly hard to come by and very ornery, a rhinox (woolly rhino), getting a sleeping gas globe prepared he linged it at the large beast, sadly his shot came up short and squeaking angrily he got his whip out and with the aid of mother started dragging the grunting beast towards the dissipating pink smoke. Meanwhile the rest of the party had seen a massive cage with that appeared to be a series of rising plateaus within it, lights and dancing figures were seen atop its peak. Creeping forwards Scratch'it was none too stealthy but the figures seemed enraptured by what they were doing, as he sneaked forwards he was suddenly shocked by the sound of breaking glass behind him, as Snuffle punched through a wall of a greenhouse to get at the beautiful butterflies and moths within. The dancing and chanting stopped atop the mesa, and then began again, changing tone and pitch. Fizzet recognised the beginnings of a spell and replied with a spell of his own, clouds of boiling black with flashes of green gathered swiftly above the cultists and with a blinding flash lightning rained down on the peak. As the lightning stopped the light did not fade, it increased in intensity, seemingly gathering energy from the air itself before exploding outwards. Light washed over the entire menagerie briefly blinding all present, as the light cleared all the sealed cage entrances swung open and beasts started pouring out, some horribly changed, some unchanged, all confused and angry. The Rhinox had finally succumbed to the gas and slumped asleep and Scabies withdrew his whip from the cage, Scratch'it ran forwards to assault the cultists, Snuffle was suddenly assaulted by a barrage of butterflies after his blood and Fizzet prepared himself for the worst.

Charging into the massive central cage Scratch'it saw a number of cultists scrabbling with a device that looked an awful lot like the warpstone bomb they were after, between him and them however was a ditch with a trio of angry bears, shining now as their fur had been turned to metal. Leaping above the ditch Scratch'it went to intercept the cultists. Snuffle was busy capturing the assaulting Lepidoptera within a fine mesh net, Fizzet seeing the cultists start to try and flee sent a bolt of lightning at them, it struck one, but then lashed back, horribly burning the seer and sending him flying backwards into a cage. Seeing their gallant leader fall Scabies scuttled towards him and tried to treat his wounds as best possible. Snuffle finished with capturing the insects swung the net over his shoulder and went to help Scratch'it with the cultists.
Brushing Scabies off Fizzet got up and started moving towards the central cage, sadly he had not noticed a pack of wolves that were creeping round a nearby corner, again seeing his leader in danger Scabies hurled his final sleeping gas globe at the corner and only missing slightly, still managed to put a cloud of gas between the wolves and the seer, the wolves tried to charge through the cloud but were overcome and fell sleeping into a heap. Snuffle was busy in the ditch battering bears and was managing to hold his own, even driving one back into the gas where it succumb to the affect and collapsed, before he finished off the other bear. Scratch'it has become embroiled in a conflict with the cultists atop the mount and having shirked his equipment and robes he called forth his flames and hurled himself at the leader, setting both the leader, a second cultist and a pair of mutated bloodthirsty eagles with tentacles for legs aflame! Meanwhile two cultists carrying the bomb had broken free and were making for a northern escape route! Fizzet was having none of this and sent bolt after bolt of energy at the pair severely burning the back cultist but not killing him. Mother was caught in combat with two massive sabre cats, and was taking a severe punishment until Scabies joined the fray, and immobilising one evened the odds, allowing mother to snap the others spine. Throwing a net over the live cat he tangled and tied it securing it for later transport. Seeing the cultists getting away Fizzet called forth the power of his horned god and disappeared with the noise not unlike 'BAMF', then appearing behind the cultists. He was joined at Scratch'it, whom seeing the cultists escaping hurled himself at the side of the cage, burning his was though the metal. This trapped the two escaping men between a flaming monk and an irate rat sorcerer, it did not end well for the men... the bomb fell to the floor with a resounding ‘thunk’ but was undamaged, and the ratmen had their prize at last.

Victory achieved and Fizzet quickly sent a rat thrall into the sewers for reinforcements to help them lug these beasts away, Snuffle and Scratch’it were called to defend the bomb from what remained of the wild animals and were not bothered. Scabies swelled as he realised the takings were very good, this would lead to much gained prestige among Clan moulder for him, and the possibilities were many.
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #13 on: 09:04, Friday 09 Mar, 2012. »
(Just a swift one today im afeared)

So with the return of the bomb and rewards a plenty for our team, they were informed via Farsqueaker device that they were to test said bomb on a local town, lead being very helpful in stopping the party melt into a mutated mess (which they are allready doing rather well at the mo without the bomb:D). The farsqueaker device did explode due to a slight overcharge, as Snuffle wanted to make the slaves give a clearer image for his master to communicate with, this required them to move faster, they moved a little too fast....

Anywhoo the party first thought it would be best to thieve themselves a caravan, as that way they can sneak the bomb into the town undetected by posing as a travelling fayre. AS such the snuck expertly into the market district of nuln, murdered the previous owner and absconded with a caravan. They were briefly stopped by town guards who were slightly suspect of a caravan being pulled by a rat-ogre, but the party swiftly murdered them, dumped their bodies and moved on. They stashed the caravan in an abandoned warehouse complex and moved to get some lead.

Paying a few warptokens they garnered the assistance of some Clan Skryre skirmishers who lead them to the main church of sigmar, well known for its lead roofing. Failing to sneak in the temple gaurdians stopped the party and were quickly butchered. Within the temple Scabies tried innefectively to scramble up the massive internal pillars, Fizzek got tired of waiting and teleported him up there instead. Very nearly losing balance a swift tail grab by Scabies allowed him to stay in the rafters and he got to harvesting the lead. Being none too subtle and rather noisy, Scabies started to attract the attention of some of the penitents withing the church, Fizzek deciding to act and put the man-things at ease, said in his best human 'BATS!', the man-things were either put at ease or terrified of the mad misshapen robed stranger shouting 'BATS!' at them in a squeeky voice... Stealing a good sized sheet of lead Scabies lowered it down the pillar where it was slowed by Fizzeks magic preventing it from crashing into the ground. However suddenly in amongst the rafters Scabies spied a rare and elusive rat pig, chasing after it he lost his footing on the wooden beams and fell, just in the nick of time his tail lashed out and grab a protruding nail preventing his fall.

The rat-pig taking affront to the attempt at its capture scuttled along the beam and started nibbling Scabies' tail, seeing his chance to capture the 'Squeeoinking' little bugger he lashed out with his whip, the cruel barbs missed his target and ripped into his own tail, leading to him letting go of the beam and plummeting towards the ground. Snuffle seeing his collegue in danger scrambled out and tried to catch him. Sadly he overjudged the mark and Scabies slammed into the axe that was strapped to Snuffles back. Severly winded and bleeding Scabies managed to gesture feebley to the rafters and mutter 'rat-pig', however no-one saw it and as such believed him to be slightly mad. Realising they were still short on lead Fizzek teleported a protesting Skirmisher into the roofing to finish the job. However the man-things in the temple had realised what was happening, summoning a swarm of rats Fizzek drove them from the temple buying the team time to finish the job. Just as the lead dropped from the skirmisher a large mob of temple gaurdians started charging through the front doors, grabbing the lead and summoning a warpstorm the party retreated through the back and cheesed it into the night, leaving the skirmisher trapped in the roof, he feebley tried to climb down, but slipped and turned into a ratty pancake...

Fixing the lead to the caravan and purchasing a man-thing slave to act as the human 'front' of the venture the party were ready to move out and go mutate a village!

Btw peeps in case you forget, no game this monday, i shalt be in york i am afeared!
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Re: Plot thus far
« Reply #14 on: 10:05, Friday 06 Apr, 2012. »
I quick summary from what I can remember :D

Gathering the looted and leaded up cart the pack moved to the man-thing settlement of welltown, having the current favour of clan moulder, the mutators were willing to grant a number of their packmasters and clanrats to capture any mutants that tried to escape the town. Moving the cart through the underways and keeping Scracth'it separate (as if he travelled with the party they would be swiftly overcome by his clouds of noxious gasses); the party come upon the sleepy settlement of welltown. Manoeuvring around the outskirts the clan moulder packmasters lay in wait with Scratch'it and mother. The cart rumbled happily into the centre of town, indoctrinated manthing slave driving it crying out 'come one! come all! See the amazing things I have to show ye!', the townsfolk were not so impressed by being woken up to some idiot with a cart and only a few gathered around him. Seeing the crowd being lacklustre and knowing he will be beaten to death if this does not work he started crying louder, 'Come see the dancing rat man!'. Fizzek snarled at this sudden improv, hissing at Snuffle to get out there, Snuffle begrudgingly got out of his armour, went out the front and danced for the man things before going back into the cart. There were screams, as well as cries of amusement and this (at last) brought the crowds, seeing this through and installed peephole, Fizzek sent a charge into the under slung mutation-bomb. He then proceeded the teleport well down the road as far away as he could feasibly imagine.

This did not however have a desired effect on the horses pulling the cart, feeling the surge of magic behind them they got spooked, and started bolting. Seeing their glorious leader vanish in a puff of green smoke and feeling the cart moving Scabies sensed something was wrong. Leaping out the front to cries of dismay from the onlookers, Scabies pulled the horses short before they could really get going and the cart halted, very aware that the bomb could go off at any moment scabies then leapt back inside and slammed the door shut. And not a moment too soon, there was a sudden surge of static in the caravan and both Scabies and Snuffle had problems controlling their fur as it all stood on end. From outside the settlement the on looking skaven saw arcs of green lightning flash out from the caravan, separating and hitting everyone in their path, those struck underwent sudden brutal mutations. Fizzek yipped in success and then sighed in dismay as the mutants surged towards the caravan trying to rip it asunder, the bomb was still under the carriage and it was too valuable to lose. Crying 'Charge!' and then slipping to the back of the crowd the clan moulder troops surged forwards, with Mother leading the way, Scratch'it had a sudden moment of brilliance and grabbed onto mothers tail, so being dragged at high speeds in front of the main crowd of whooping skaven.

Scabies and Snuffle felt the blast and then felt the caravan start to rock from side to side and the moans, screams and grunts of the mutated townsfolk as they attacked. Seeing no way out but a violent one Snuffle flung open the side of the caravan (as twas a trading caravan so had an opening in the side to trade wares), crushing several mutants and hurled himself into combat screaming wildly! Scabies being the sneakier of the two leapt from the caravan, and using Snuffles head as a stepping stone jumped onto the small roof covering the well and hid himself expertly inside. Snuffle picked up one mutant by the tentacle and swung him at the others using him as a rather good improv weapon. He was however being slowly overwhelmed until the cavalry showed up, Mother and Scracth'it cleaved a swathe of destruction through the mutants and after much battering and Snuffle now getting a pet tentacle the mutants were either captured, killed or killed then shoved in a bag for later.

Scabies had been hearing noises throughout the fight, noises he recognised, Rat pig noises... becoming infuriated by his inability to pinpoint the noises he begrudgingly started to climb out of the well roof. AS he lowered himself a weight landed on his head before leaping off, seeing it to be the hated rat pig scabies started after it and was nearly upon it when he was violently teleported away and landed next to Fizzek (who had a great look of amusement on his face). Quietly raging Scabies plotted vengeance (again quietly, one does not nark off the grey seer) and mumbled servile nonsense.

After gathering the remaining mutants and with Scratch'its help, they burned the town to the ground, best not leave evidence. The party returned to under-nuln with rewards promised and victory in hand. A night of r&r was then in order, Snuffle made his way to the breeder pits and the rest of the party went to their separate quarters to relax and enjoy their victory. During the night, shadowy figures entered each of the parties separate quarters, Fizzek was quickly overwhelmed and knocked unconscious by poisoned throwing stars, Snuffle put up more of a fight but again was rendered unconscious. The assassins attacked Scracth'it in his chambers and they were not expecting what happened, throwing stars sunk into Scratch'its flesh to little response, awake now he burst into flames and slammed the door to the chamber shut, the flames quickly consumed the air in the chamber causing the assassins to pass out, luckily Scratch'it managed to open the door again before he too was unconscious. The assassins that came for Scabies missed, Scabies however faked unconsciousness, the assassins bought it and picked him up. After about 5 minutes Scabies violently elbowed the unsuspecting Eshin agent carrying him in the head, and made a break for freedom, screaming for Mother to come and save him. Sprinting down the corridor and dodging throwing stars he ran wildly, not recognising his surroundings, stars started to hit him and he was slowing as he rounded a corner and ran into a wall of flesh. Mother scooped up the flagging packmaster and promptly butchered one following assassin, knocking the other out. Scabies sighed in relief and passed out.

Fizzek and Snuffle awoke in a large chamber that smelt of must and rot, they were chained to a grate in the centre of a large circular chamber, filled with mounds of something that looked like sand. Reaching out to the winds of magic to help him Fizzek found his powers massively dulled, and he took a moment to realise he had been bound with an obsidian collar, thus dampening his powers. A smug looking skaven emerged from behind one of the piles in the chamber, 'Ah, so you wake-wake, foolish grey seer, you have been doing too well in the 31/2 dozen, I was the master favourite, ME! You try to take this away from me, this I cannot have... You will be sent to work in warpstone mines till you die-die now'. Fizzek faking a sore throat croaked something at the gloating skaven, getting him to come closer and closer, before sinking his fangs into the side of his captors face. This tore off a large part of his enemies face and the last thing Fizzek saw before being once again knocked unconscious was spurting blood and the bleeding mess of a skaven being taken away by stormvermin...

Boosh, done ;D Hope ye enjoy even if it is a little late!

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