Sitting quietly as Blackthorn congratulated them, Sal grumbled silently as the pain seethed all over him. The blood had now crusted and dried, leaving him looking like a strange, dark red and spotted patches thing from a distant realm. Only really half listening, he took himself immediately away fro...

Black blood gurgled and spluttered from the body of the Skaven chieftan who now lay in several pieces at his feet. Reaching down, Sal picked up the only thing that could be salvaged from the carcass. The horned mace, smeared with dirt and grime, would need a clean first before he sold it, Sal though...

The chieftain rat, or at least, the rat who looked the meanest of the bunch, suddenly sent Sal flying from the combat, a fast body slam almost sending him to the ground. Quickly spinning back to proper footing, Sal zoned in on the chieftain before him, his rage manifesting into a guttural howl as he...

OOC: Fun scene? I’ve nearly died already, I’m already out of fire bombs and I’m standing in god knows what. IC: Sal was stopped in his tracks as another group of black furred rats threw themselves at him and his friends behind him. His anger still pouring out of him, Sal noted the sound of the rat o...

Feeling the skull break in his hands, Sal grasped for his axe and left the hopefully dead stormvermin in a broken, bloodied form. Turning his head to where he suddenly felt the presence of a much larger threat, Sal only caught a glimpse of the greyseer who had now returned and summarily unleashed a ...

OOC: Sorry, couldn’t make it back until late. I hope I don’t lose anything like fingers or anything. An eye would be cool I suppose, but I’d like to keep all my limbs in the meanwhile. Thanks for not having my head in the shiz covered ground at least. IC: He couldn’t stop them all, their speed and s...

OOC: Can't do tonight sorry everyone. Work has been busier than usual this week or so and I'd rather not post something which I know I'll rush and be half arsed. I should be able to pick up by tomorrow.

The others were preparing to pounce, Sal prepared likewise. His axe clutched in one hand by his side, he brought his arm back and watched the area where the mage had disappeared to. The click of Vryala's crossbow beside him told Sal that the stealth part was now over, for them at least, Sal grinning...

Curling his fingers around a new fire bomb, Sal waited by Vryala's side, waiting for the go ahead when they would create a distraction for the sneaking duo. The rats were chattering even more now, their language lost in a hectic fury of clicks and screeches. The longer he stood there, the queasier h...

Watching the ratmen, his anger growing with their impudence to their presence, Sal kneeled quietly by the ledge to the pit. His executioners axe poised at the ready, he turned back to the others.

Can't we just hack off a bit?

Preparing for the funhouse of slaughter.

Sitting silently at the table, Sal quietly devoured the food set before him. Gnawing away the succulent meat at one of the mutton joints, he watched his employer enter the room before he started to speak. Once again, it seemed, they would have to journey down into the foul sewers of Vikarh. First to...

Listening with a meagre earnest, Sal took himself off to the bathing area in Blackthorn's Estate. Only wanting to get the stink off, Sal quickly stripped down before slipping into the warm water. Making sure he kept his dagger with him as he sat motionless in the soothing water, Sal took time to cle...

Home was the obvious option, which the group seemed to be readily agreeing upon. Turning back to the group, he mumbled to whoever now had the shiz flecked head of their target. Throw a cloak or something over that thing, will you? Last thing we need is to be discovered by the head itself, let alone ...

Watching the rats below, Sal wondered why they simply couldn't sneak past and leave these rats alone. Khaine knows why they were still down here, the stinking mess which they waded through having lost its gagging effect a long time ago. Watching and waiting, Sal agreed to go with what the others tho...

Throwing themselves through the whirling chaos of blades, the Skaven’s efforts were to be commended, if they weren’t downright insane. However, insanity or not, it seemed to be working in their favour, a fighter who seemingly had nothing to lose as dangerous as any deadly warrior they’d fought. Keep...

Drawing his axe once again, Sal backed up towards his comrades. In the pitch darkness, all that occurred to him was the pain that still seered in his recent wounds. Biting back his fear of the shiz stained darkness that surrounded him, Sal would try to focus on the sounds of water being broke by mov...

OOC: 32 going on 33. IC: He was almost at the point of bewilderment. This elf hadn’t even broken a sweat when catching his attacks from his Executioners axe, while it was still clear that he was slowing down, Sal couldn’t fathom the strength behind this captain. He was confident he could take out th...

The ethereal blade passed through his shoulder muscle like an object through thin air. His entire tingled and numbed as the effect of the magical blade took immediate affect. He shrugged off the wound, having being hit there many times before. The effect of the sword was a different matter however. ...

Vryala and Karonath heroically took the guards on, telling him that it was his job to get through to the target. Slightly disappointed yet understanding the situation, Sal quickly began to dart through the guards, just behind his companions who were already quickly into the thick of it. Throwing a f...

The guards arm fell to the floor with a wet slap and a small clatter of armour to follow. He simply stood there, his eyes bulging and his mouth agape at the sight of the loss of his arm. Leaving little time to even scream in pain, Sal stepped into the guard and took his head from his shoulders in a ...

The guard’s well honed instincts saved them for the moment, one of the guards narrowly avoiding death but only receiving a large, deep gash dug deep into his shoulder blade. Blood spraying across his new scimitar as well as spotting parts of his arm, Sal would savour this kill, but he knew in his mi...

The guards were approaching, their weapons almost ready for something that they somehow picked up on. No matter how strange the guard’s behaviour, Sal kept himself to the corner of the room. They outnumbered the guards here and they couldn’t have known that they were there. Keeping to the corner of ...

Sal could do little but watch, he himself squatting at the tower door exit with his new executioners axe leaned against his shoulder. Any guards who got in the way would be quickly and decidedly cut in half, or so Sal hoped. He kept himself focussed on the courtyard and on the backs of Elysian and V...

The guards fell readily enough, Sal watching them from the shadows which had been cunningly wrapped around him. The group quickly piled in after them, a new threat in the form of a guard marching across to their tower. He must’ve heard something, the others were already preparing themselves for the ...

OOC: I have little to no idea what I can do here. IC: Simply standing at the ready as they prepared their agressive strategy, it seemed that they would snipe the guy off the top of the wall before continuing. Feeling anxious, Sal muttered a few words to the group, Remember the guards in the towers, ...