Oldclaw's evening out.

It is raining, the drizzle soaks you to the skin. Nothing moves… except a stealthy looking figure.
A closer examination reveals trembling whiskers.
A little sound is heard and in a flash there appear two mean looking blades in the figures hands. They glisten black in the rain. The dripping water on the blades makes it look like they are weeping.

The figure looks around and then moves across the street towards the shadows. He moves so fast, that a blink of an eye is enough to make you miss him. He then silentlyy moves towards some distant sounds and lights...

"So this is the place-place I heard about," thinks Oldclaw, weapons still ready.
He tries to decipher the writings on the building above the door. The Mankin's writing is strange, but not unreadable: "Twisted Goat".
This ought to be the place anyone could enter and have a good time... "Hhhmm, I smell-smell breeders!"

Slightly distracted, Oldclaw hears the stealthy footsteps almost to late. As he turns, he puts up both blades in defensive stand. Then in a flash he reacts. One is brought in closer as defence, the other already lashing at the unseen enemy. He now sees a caped figure wielding one slim blade, but with such speed and grace it look like two. Blows are dealt and parried over and forth. Both figures start to breath more deeply, but the swordfight continues.

Suddenly the caped figure launches a strike and Oldclaw parries with both blades.
When they part again, Oldclaw's right leg almost gives way. From under the cape comes the figures left hand, holding a bloody stiletto...
Just as Oldclaw wants to react, the cloaked figure speeks: "Your doomed rat! The stiletto was coated with black lotus, you will die within seconds...
A glow appears in Oldclaw's eyes, "That may be-be stranger, but i will be not-not the only one-one. Look at-at you sword hand."
The figure looks at his hand and as if this is the signal... falls to the ground. Oldclaw reaches into one of his pouches and pulls out a small vile. He quickly drinks the antidote.

While searching for valuables, Oldclaw again smiles as he sees the little knick his blade made on the man's finger.
Only Oldclaw's natural resistance makes it possible, to hold out against the poison long enough… to get the antidote in time.
Carrying the fine blade, some coin and a new cloak Oldclaw hasted himself back to his lair. Maybe he will visit that place again, might even wander in.
"Twisted Goat..", he thinks as he disappeares into the rain....

A small fight

It was several nights, after the one were he killed the tall stranger. And yet again Oldclaw was spying at the Mankin's house called the Twisted Goat.
At some time there arrived a group of humans, who talked among themselves before they entered.

Not long after that there was a lot of fighting noises coming from the building.
"Now this is getting interesting-intersting", said Oldclaw to himself. The noises stopped and a group of mankins came running out. They looked scared and... ripe for plundering. As he made himself ready to follow them, he noticed something else. A large man came out, accompanied by two bound figures. Just before they disappeared, the large man seemed to kiss both figures in the neck.
But first things first and Oldclaw proceeded with his plan. He followed the running mankins.

It was getting towards the morning when he reached the group. A human was speaking to the others and he was encouraging them to go back to the Twisted Goat...
"Halt!", sounded from Oldclaw's left. "Make thyself known...OH…By Sigmar, SKAVEN!!"
The guard had spotted him and while drawing his twin blades, he cursed himself to let a mankin get the better of him... again. Seconds later the human lay in his own entrails.
And the rest of the group found a furious Skaven in their midst.

Almost overcome by the black hunger, Oldclaw fought with al his skills and his known agility. Two of his enemies sank to the ground, after a seemingly slight sword wound. But his opponent's blood effectively thinned the poison on his blades.
So Oldclaw's style switched from wounding to a more effective and direct way of discarding enemies. He killed another mankin by decapitating him. And as he turned to face the last of the remaining mankins, a spear entered his shoulder.

The last human saw his chance and drew a dagger, underwhile keeping Oldclaw pinned with his spear.
Oldclaw had great trouble fending of the mankin's long dagger, when suddenly the mankin's head exploded. The spear gave way and Oldclaw gnarled as he pulled it out.
"Basha-Basha, he dead-dead now, no head-head hihi...", Oldclaw watched his strongest warbandmember pulling his flail from the corpse. He looked at Oldclaw and said, "The rest-rest is coming soon-soon. I did good-good."
"Yes, you did-did, Basha-Basha, yes you did."

As soon as the rest of his band arrived, they looted the dead and moved on.
While Eektrikky was tending his wound, Oldclaw's thoughts went back to the tall strange human who kissed those two bound figures. Surely he would find out the meaning of that, soon...