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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:43 am
T he Hell Pit......The most foul and evil places for this place is the stronghold of Clan Moulder one of the great four clans of the Skaven, and members of the clan pecialize in the black art of mutation. Blighting the far north of the Empire, their manyleveled warren is a den of twisted unfortunates and deranged tortures.
T o the north, in the blasted wasteland known as Troll Country, lie the infernal breeding pits of Clan Moulder. Their stronghold is burrowed into the walls and floor of a ragged chasm in a snowy mountinside on the northern spur of the Worlds Edge Mountains. Valcanic pools at the bottom of the chasim rasie a greyish plume of steam and vapors in witch the stink of sulphur and the stench of mangy fur excrement mingle. Worse then the stench is the dreadful cacophony of howls, screams, snarls, and shrieks that clamor lke the wailing, lost souls of a thousand diffrent races. Not without good reason this place is known as Hell Pit.
"Well what dose this place mean to me?" some of you are asking yourselves I say all answers come in good time. The Hell Pit is where Clan Moulder conducts all of its experaments and it has everything to do with anyone who inhabits this world with them, for The Skaven are an enamy to all. Raiding, capturing, and killing all they set their sights on.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:45 am
Races Skaven- The Skaven is described as crossbreed of a rat and a man. They have the appearance of large bipedal rats with sufficient intelligence to make tools, converse in a developed language and develop and use advanced weaponry. An average Skaven is said to have a lifespan of around 20 years, but powerful members of the Skaven society can live much longer, even hundreds of years (due to use of drugs,magic or to the effects of warpstone). Recent information has revealed that with an abundant food source and little predation the average Skaven can live well past 50. However the chances of this occurring are extremely slim, as Skaven are prone to in-fighting due to self-destructive natures Humans- your basic humans not much is specail about them Dwarves- Dwarfs are on average a good deal shorter than either men or elves of the world making them ideally suited to the tunnels in which they live and work (the average dwarf being estimated to be at approximately 4'5"-5'0"). Their bodies seem purpose built for manual labour, solidly muscled, broad shouldered and large thick fingered hands that belie considerable manual dexterity. Dwarfs are a very long lived race with life-spans that can run into centuries. As a dwarf becomes older so his beard becomes longer and thicker. Since dwarfs have a deep inbuilt respect for age it would be unthinkable for a dwarf to cut off or even trim their beards. Dwarfs appear to become stronger the older they get, there appears to be a "Breaking Point" where the dwarf's health declines rapidly, always happening just a few years before the dwarf dies of old age. Elves- You know them
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:47 am
Rules I dont have to many beside the basics - post ur profiles but once the rp starts pm me with them - pg-anything (what ever you feel fits the time) Profiles the setting is during the Renaissance and/or Early Modern period so plan with that in mind Gaianame: Name: race: Weapons: Bio: (something please) Companion sad If any) Job: Pic:
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:49 am
Jobs
Foot warrior-basic foot slogger wears medium armor and carries a varity of hand weapons with a shield
Archer,crossbowmen,gunner-foot warrior with light armor and a bow,crossbow or musket
skermisher- equiped with light armor used as scouts and flank attack carries the same weapons as the Warriors.
Pistoliers-daring, if not often headstrong, pistol wielding sons of nobles on horseback. wears light armor but carries many pistols and a sword.
Knights-dressed in heavy armor and ride into war Carries any close range weapon normaly a Lance and a sword as back up but vulrable if ganged up on or tossed from the saddle.
Warrior Priests-The Wizards of the front line wear medium/heavy armor can only take two handed weapons
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 7:03 am
Skaven Classes
Stormvermin-The Stormvermin are the fighting elite of the Skaven warlord clans. They are distinguishable from lesser Skaven by their thick muscular necks and powerful build. Largest and most aggressive of the Skaven, Stormvermin regiments are outfitted with the best gear of war in the clan's armoury and their duties may include forming a retinue bodyguard for anyone from a minor clan Chieftain to the mighty ruling Clan Warlord himself.
Clanrats- Clanrats form the bulk of Skaven armies, and when a Warlord gathers his might for war the Clanrats are front and centre. They form into great blocks to overwhelm a foe with their weight of numbers and the fury of their attack. Of all the teeming masses of the Skaven, only the Skavenslaves are more numerous than the Clanrats.
Rat Ogers-Rat Ogres are the masterpiece of Clan Moulder's mad research. They are massive hulking monsters, created from a warped mix of different creatures
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:45 am
Gaianame: jokester120 Name: Magnus the Pious race: human Weapons: Long sword and shield Bio: Magnus the Pious has fought for most of his life from the time of when his master picked him up from the burning remains of his family. sence that day he has ben apart of every campain to expand the Empires borders and he was rewarded with the "honor" of gaining the lands of the northern reaches of the Empire. Most of his warrior jokenly say that he was starting to become to populer with the peaple of the south so the other nobles forced him north and far from the capitol Altdorf, so that they may have a chance at becomeing the next Emperor. But as time continued and the Skaven attacks became more violent he has ben forced to send a rider to all of the major villages in the south and west to call for any volinteers to join him for a hefty pay. Companion: none Job: commander of the north lands Pic:  Gaianame: jokester120 Name: whisskrot race: skaven Weapons: sword and shield Bio: not much is known about this skaven or any skaven for that matter Companion: A Rat Oger named Verminous FangJob: Stormvermin Pic:
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:26 am
Gaianame: Michaeln1234567 Name: Eruthas race: Elf Weapons: Royal Bow and steel arrows Bio: Son of the Elven King and Queen 15 years ago. At the age of 4 years old they have died from something unknown. Ever since then Eruthas had forgotten everything and had been raised by the humans. After about a year they have discovered items that have not been burned, or stolen. Next to the Queen's corpse lied a bow. A golden bow said to enchant any arrow when shot. It seems that she died in battle, protecting her sons life. When they try to pick up the bow, their hand get's shocked by lightening. After a year of research they noticed that only one with true royal blood may touch the Sacred Bow. Therefore, after 8 years they have trained Eruthas the ways of the bow. And have given him the Sacred, Royal Bow of the Elves. After about a year, he has discovered a Night Saber, only known for the land owned by the Elves. He looked at the Night Saber as if it were his friend. The Large Night Saber had moved closer, and touched the side of his head. It seemed that the Night Saber has a liking to him. Ever since them Eruthas had managed to tame him. As night's go by, the Night Saber has grown powers himself. The Night Saber has gained great swiftness and moves around as a shadow in the night. After about a year the human city was attacked. Eruthas hesitated to shoot his bow. Memories were coming to him. He rode his Night Saber into the Forest and kept hidden. Ever since then he had kept seeing fragments of his past as Nightmares. After about a year, He mounted his Night Saber, now named Shadow, and rode off into the wilderness, entering the north... Companion: Shadow, His Night Saber Job: Archer Pic: http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs49/f/2009/190/4/6/Archer_by_Okha.jpg
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 6:43 am
To the north lies a mighty fortress its walls drapped in the banners and flags of the provinces of the Empire it serves but all is not well within its tall marble covered walls sences of scaring from cataputs and smoke riseing from a few of its buildings. along it's walls stood the army of men and elves stood on the walls ready for any sigh of an enamy....the enamy of all races. The infernal rat men known as the Skaven, there was one lone figure standing over the gate his helment decoration was that of a sun with black and yellow feathers, turning around so he was looking into the fortress of stone and steel "Go forth to every city and village rasie the millita and volinteers." he belowed and a group of horse men rode quickly through the gates and soon they where out of sight.
Rideing hard through the outlands the group of five men rode as fast and hard as their steeds would allow within moments the first of the villages came into veiw as they rode through the street the called "to arms! TO ARMS! our lord to the north is under assault!" they cried as the rode swiftly through the gates.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:52 pm
Shadow, Eruthas' tiger, had began moving closer to what had lied behind the wall. Eruthas doesn't know what lies there. Shadow became more and more sensitive to the smell. That he began riding faster...and faster towards the wall. Until they had heard the clash of swords, the sounds of arrows piercing the air, then entering the body; and then the gunshots of the muskets. Eruthas looked around them. He saw his own race, and the humans. He had no choice, apon a cliff. He knew what he had to do. Although, he was already into the heat of battle. Eruthas took out his bow.
"It's time shadow...It's time to take revenge on what had happened...what had happened to my friends...my family."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 2:13 pm
Eruthas rode swiftly on the back of his friend, Shadow. Slaughtering the skaven one by one.
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