Knives of the Bordertown
Oct 14, 2013 23:27:38 GMT -5
Post by hivemindbob on Oct 14, 2013 23:27:38 GMT -5
Howdy all! It's been a while since I created a thread so I thought I'd get back into it with fluffy battle reports from the Current Bordertown Burning campaign that Kevin is running. After getting a few games in and realizing how much fun it is, I got hooked. I'd encourage anyone in the Campaign to write up stories as well, it's not a Homework assignment, just good fun. So without further Adue, I give you the First, Second, Third and Fourth Chapters of Knives in the Bordertown: Legacies of Tooth And Claw:
Chapter I: Humble Beginnings
Snapneck Blackknife looked over his motley crew of rats, giving each in turn a nod of approval. The Council of 13 had recently decided that the local Bordertowns were of asset to the skaven clans. What treasures were held there? Snapneck knew not. All he was told after accepting the contract was that other local gangs had began staking their claims on the town and its surrounding areas. The whole meeting was a blur, the head rats talking, whispering words of shards and beasts unknown. Then Snapneck was thrown a bag of golden crowns and told, "This is to be your legacy, to pass into the ranks of a full fledged assassin, you must be successful in your task. Do you accept these burdens?"
Snapneck looked up at the head rats, "I am."
He retreated to his lair, to gather his belongings and begin enlisting his pack of rats.
He headed to the far corner of his cave and found the hidden chest that he kept his family heirlooms in; His master forged jet black armor, and a leather package. He unfolded the leather as he had many times before and pulled out his fathers priceless climbing claws; the tool of a true infiltrator. It was his time to dawn the claws of his past, and fulfill his legacy as the next of the Blackscourge line of assassins.
He started gathering his elite team by selecting an advisor. A dear old friend who clearly still knew how to survive the harsh Skaven social structure; Fight or Feed the masses. Wormtail the Wise, was an old Sorcerer and the closest thing any Skaven could have to a friend. After a few gold crowns, Wormtail was more then willing to become Snapnecks official advisor and battle mage.
"Hmmm Now what else does a proper warlord assassin need?" Snapneck wondered as he and his advisor crossed the gangways through the Hive City.
"Well look at any of the warlords around the city; Greytail the Mighty, Rakktongue The Dwarf Vanquisher, Especially Fleshbane the Dwarf Hammer, they all have a body guard." retorted Wormtail
Snapneck nodded in approval as they headed to the local pub. There they found many a rat who claimed to have served great warlords, but Snapneck found himself drawn to a Blackfur sitting in the corner of the cavern.
Snapneck sat down across from the rat.
"Well? What's your story?" Snapneck asked impatiently, expecting another nobody trying to fake his way to reputation.
"They call me Dark Claw, Bane of Man-Things, champion stalker and killer." The rat spat.
"It takes a lot to gain a title like that. What's your style hmm? Swords? Climbing Claws? Dagger?" Snapneck Scoffed.
Before he knew it, Dark Claw was on top of the table with a large blade pressed against Snapneck's throat.
"Thessssse" hissed the rat, "would happen to be my tools of Choissse. You sssseem like a ssmart Chap. Ever hear of Weeping Blades? Yeah. These are real. Saved up for a set like this since I was a lad. Call em' daggers again, and you wont need to know my style." He retracted the blade.
Wormtail whispered to his liege, "Cutthroat, quick to temper, skilled in blade, and comes with his own gear... Sounds like we've found ourselves a bodyguard."
After some discussion, and a portion of the gold crowns, Dark Claw found himself chuckling as he followed his new leader from the Tavern.
Snapneck then set himself out to find an interrogator; someone who knew just what it took to make a living soul give up hope and secrets in hopes of being set free. The moulders of Clan Molder excelled in the task. Snapneck figured if they could keep the feral beasts of their experiments on the brink of death without killing them, they coud do the same to prisoners.
Snapneck approached one of the master moulders who was operating a switch board.
"I'm in the market to purchase a molder. Someone who intimidates at a distance, who my foes will hear tales of and shiver. Do you have someone who suites these needs?"
The head molder paused, in thought, then, without saying a word, snapped his claw and picked up a large warpstone prod and headed to one of the adjoining rooms. There was the clank of chains, the sound of the prod charging, then subsequently discharging into something that let out a horrific roar. Out lumbered one of the largest Rat Ogre Specimens any of the crew had ever seen.
The moulder beamed, "Now, I know it's not what you were expecting, but Gristlemaw 'ere is everything you're looking for. 'E's intimidating, and people'll definitely shiver at the thought of 'im. And, 'e listens better then those other moulders."
Snapneck always had a soft spot for Rat Ogres. the Size, the Strength, the Overwhelming Science that went into them. He found himself handing the last of his gold over to the Moulder in charge with no buyers remorse.
"That'll do just fine." Snapneck approved as he handed over the gold.
A they left the Molder Clan Warren, Snapneck nodded approvingly at his Rat Clan, his Knives in the Dark.
"Well, Orders Sir?" Asked Wormtail expectantly.
"Yes. We are to arrive at the Bordertown on the morrow, Toss the rations on Gristlemaw, we leave within the hour."
Chapter I: Humble Beginnings
Snapneck Blackknife looked over his motley crew of rats, giving each in turn a nod of approval. The Council of 13 had recently decided that the local Bordertowns were of asset to the skaven clans. What treasures were held there? Snapneck knew not. All he was told after accepting the contract was that other local gangs had began staking their claims on the town and its surrounding areas. The whole meeting was a blur, the head rats talking, whispering words of shards and beasts unknown. Then Snapneck was thrown a bag of golden crowns and told, "This is to be your legacy, to pass into the ranks of a full fledged assassin, you must be successful in your task. Do you accept these burdens?"
Snapneck looked up at the head rats, "I am."
He retreated to his lair, to gather his belongings and begin enlisting his pack of rats.
He headed to the far corner of his cave and found the hidden chest that he kept his family heirlooms in; His master forged jet black armor, and a leather package. He unfolded the leather as he had many times before and pulled out his fathers priceless climbing claws; the tool of a true infiltrator. It was his time to dawn the claws of his past, and fulfill his legacy as the next of the Blackscourge line of assassins.
He started gathering his elite team by selecting an advisor. A dear old friend who clearly still knew how to survive the harsh Skaven social structure; Fight or Feed the masses. Wormtail the Wise, was an old Sorcerer and the closest thing any Skaven could have to a friend. After a few gold crowns, Wormtail was more then willing to become Snapnecks official advisor and battle mage.
"Hmmm Now what else does a proper warlord assassin need?" Snapneck wondered as he and his advisor crossed the gangways through the Hive City.
"Well look at any of the warlords around the city; Greytail the Mighty, Rakktongue The Dwarf Vanquisher, Especially Fleshbane the Dwarf Hammer, they all have a body guard." retorted Wormtail
Snapneck nodded in approval as they headed to the local pub. There they found many a rat who claimed to have served great warlords, but Snapneck found himself drawn to a Blackfur sitting in the corner of the cavern.
Snapneck sat down across from the rat.
"Well? What's your story?" Snapneck asked impatiently, expecting another nobody trying to fake his way to reputation.
"They call me Dark Claw, Bane of Man-Things, champion stalker and killer." The rat spat.
"It takes a lot to gain a title like that. What's your style hmm? Swords? Climbing Claws? Dagger?" Snapneck Scoffed.
Before he knew it, Dark Claw was on top of the table with a large blade pressed against Snapneck's throat.
"Thessssse" hissed the rat, "would happen to be my tools of Choissse. You sssseem like a ssmart Chap. Ever hear of Weeping Blades? Yeah. These are real. Saved up for a set like this since I was a lad. Call em' daggers again, and you wont need to know my style." He retracted the blade.
Wormtail whispered to his liege, "Cutthroat, quick to temper, skilled in blade, and comes with his own gear... Sounds like we've found ourselves a bodyguard."
After some discussion, and a portion of the gold crowns, Dark Claw found himself chuckling as he followed his new leader from the Tavern.
Snapneck then set himself out to find an interrogator; someone who knew just what it took to make a living soul give up hope and secrets in hopes of being set free. The moulders of Clan Molder excelled in the task. Snapneck figured if they could keep the feral beasts of their experiments on the brink of death without killing them, they coud do the same to prisoners.
Snapneck approached one of the master moulders who was operating a switch board.
"I'm in the market to purchase a molder. Someone who intimidates at a distance, who my foes will hear tales of and shiver. Do you have someone who suites these needs?"
The head molder paused, in thought, then, without saying a word, snapped his claw and picked up a large warpstone prod and headed to one of the adjoining rooms. There was the clank of chains, the sound of the prod charging, then subsequently discharging into something that let out a horrific roar. Out lumbered one of the largest Rat Ogre Specimens any of the crew had ever seen.
The moulder beamed, "Now, I know it's not what you were expecting, but Gristlemaw 'ere is everything you're looking for. 'E's intimidating, and people'll definitely shiver at the thought of 'im. And, 'e listens better then those other moulders."
Snapneck always had a soft spot for Rat Ogres. the Size, the Strength, the Overwhelming Science that went into them. He found himself handing the last of his gold over to the Moulder in charge with no buyers remorse.
"That'll do just fine." Snapneck approved as he handed over the gold.
A they left the Molder Clan Warren, Snapneck nodded approvingly at his Rat Clan, his Knives in the Dark.
"Well, Orders Sir?" Asked Wormtail expectantly.
"Yes. We are to arrive at the Bordertown on the morrow, Toss the rations on Gristlemaw, we leave within the hour."