Thread 1
Snikspekt the Terrifyings amazing rise to inevitable and entirely predictable glory, Chapter 1
You bravely raided your former home you were cruelly exiled from, and recovered some clearly stolen Skyre gear. You then charismatically persuaded your long time favourite brother Vutch to protect you as you undertook a holy journey to Skavenblight to become a Grey Seer.
Reality
You snuck back into your home nest that you were kicked out of for being grey. You stole a single bag of grain and a bag grabbed at random. You were then ambushed by Vutch, who had seen you before, and whom you had told you were a ghost. Vutch took this as a message from the Horned Rat to accompany you to Skavenblight to fulfill his destiny or some such nonsense
Thread 2
Snikspekt the Diplomats amazing rise to inevitable and entirely predictable glory, Chapter 2
You emerged into the lands that you one day will rule once the manthings realise they can never defeat skavendom, and then cleverly moved into a forest, so as to explore your future land. You took brief command of a beastmen horde, who escorted you to a river, where you dispensed of their totally unneeded help and crossed the river, before cleverly infiltrating a Man-thing big-nest.
Reality
You ran into a forest to avoid being seen, where upon you walked into a clearing of Beastmen erecting a herdstone. The Gor lectured you on proper chaotic behaviour, complained skaven liked cities too much, then directed you to the nearest settlement. You almost drowned crossing a river, before arriving a a Brettonian town, whereupon you crawled through a sewer grate to get in.
Thread 3
Snikspekt the Shadows amazing rise to inevitable and entirely predictable glory Chapter 3
You carefully and delicately, like a shadow of a bat, crept into the manthings nest and firmly laid your claim upon your rightful property (after all, it will be eventually all yours). You ate a meal fit for warlords, all offered as tribute by the manthings. You settled where you wanted, and sneakily tricked the manthings into carrying you as royalty to a new town.
Reality
You and Vutch crept into a warehouse, and pigged out on cheese and wine, before lying down in a box of silk. You woke up with 2 men outside talking about life. You now need to decide what to do...
>Attack! These Manthings will cower before you!
>Hide! These Manthings will cower before you, but first they need to have their back to you.
>Wait! See what will happen, maybe the Manthings will cower of their own accord.
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>Character Sheet
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>>1697122
>Hide! These Manthings will cower before you, but first they need to have their back to you
We're not scared, it's tactical
>>1697122
>Hide! These Manthings will cower before you, but first they need to have their back to you.
>>1697532
>>1701145
You duck back down into the soft-smooth silk, and stay very still. Vutch looks worriedly at you, as you hear the two men continue their conversation.
"The Young Lord wants the wine carried up to the keep. Better make sure none of it goes missing, otherwise we'll both be hanging from a gallows by sunset."
You hear a grunting sound followed by footsteps, and then a soft humming of a tune you do not recognise.
>Attack! These Manthings will cower before you!
>Hide! These Manthings will cower before you, but first they need to have their back to you. (Listen only)
>Wait! See what will happen, maybe the Manthings will cower of their own accord. (Sight and listening, but more chance of being seen)
>>1708089
> Wait! See what will happen, maybe the Manthings will cower of their own accord. (Sight and listening, but more chance of being seen)
Well, you only live once I suppose. Do I need to roll something?
>>1708111
I will ask for rolls when needed. Right now you are waiting to see what will happen
>>1708113
Alright...
>>1708113
Rather quiet tonight...
How frustrating...
>>1708089
>Wait! See what will happen, maybe the Manthings will cower of their own accord. (Sight and listening, but more chance of being seen)