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Skavenblight Chronicles: Clan Skitter; Battle Reports and Fluff
Topic Started: 24th July 2004 - 03:29 AM (397 Views)
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night

>The fowl winds howled as the determined Warlord Skrik Verminklaw climbed the the ruins of a watchtower outside of the man-things' town of Hergig. He had already made plans to claim the Brass Keep once it had been ransacked, for it was to be the new clan stronghold of Clan Skitter. He smirked at the entire marvel of his own brilliance and surveyed his forces marching on the empire town. He had fooled all of the Council when he followed their orders for an attack on Hergig. Fools! He would only be there to keep the plan secret, he would not openly defy the council while his clan was still without a stronghold. In the distance he thought he had seen a bright red glare, but had ignored it for fire as many other lesser clans attacked.
>The sounds of hoofbeats was too deafening to ignore as the clouds blocked the sun. Skrik had just given orders to scout the sounds, but the sentries never returned. Now Skrik could see the blood red armor of the knights riding towards the skaven forces. They had assembled for battle against the oncoming man-things, but none were prepared for what their foes really were. The stench of death and decay seemed to follow these warriors as they charged closer and Skrik wondered why these man-things did not seem like the countless rest he had fought before. Clad in armor, they would charge through the clanrats quickly, but eventually were pulled down and kiled. As the Warlord watched the knights impact a unit of clanrats he saw the slow reflexes and bloodless deaths each one fell to. As he watched the clanrats hesitantly cut one of the fallen apart, he sneered in disgust- DEAD-things! As more and more charged into the lines the clanrats panicked and began to flee from the overwhelming might of the undead foes.
>Swallowing his fear, the Warlord ordered his shaking unit towards the mightiest dead-thing he could find... clad in great bloodied armor, this horrific being seemed to shrug off everything that the skaven could put in his path. This knight and his unit turned to face the charge of the clanrats as Skrik activated his bracers and readied his magic blade. The impact of the clanrats hit harder than the undead knights had expected and most were pulled down. In the midst of combat, Skrik found the mounted Vampire and accepted the dead-thing's challenge. Striking with reflexes beyond that of even the graceful elf-things, Skrik tore into his adversary in single combat. The Vampire shrugged off the minor blows, but two of the attacks hit home and dug deep into the Vampire's body. Hissing in pain, the Vampire sliced at the skaven general with ferocity, but Skrik managed to evade all of the attacks except one, which cut through his armor and injured him. As the Vampire withdrew his blade from Skrik's body his wounds seemed to heal. The fighting had almost resolved around the pair as the rest of the knights had dissipated The Blood Dragon refused to be defeated by such a pitiful enemy and lunged once more at Skrik but to no avail as the skaven Warlord ducked under a powerful stroke and plunged his blade deep into the Vampire's chest. Wrenching the blade free, he noticed that his army had regrouped- inspired by the Warlord's presence and had almost banished the rest of the dead-things that had attacked. A few knights and some armor-clad ghouls still remiained, chasing after a shattered unit of slaves. The few fould Grave Guard that still resisted the skaven were tied up in a seething mass of rat swarms and the undead still unengaged were being quickly destroyed by the powerful Warp Lightning Cannon Skrik had recently purchased from Clan Skryre.
>As the last few undead were destroyed, Skrik rallied the surviving forces and once again turned his attention to the empire town ahead-- Hergig.
When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night

>> >Warlord Skrik moved to the head of the skaven column as he heard the scouts hollering something of man-things. The gutter runners immediately begun chittering about armor and knights, and Skrik at once thought the dead-things had come back for more. As he calmed the gutter runners, they gave more and more detail to what they saw- Skrik then realized that these new foes weren't the dead-things he had fought only a night before. the forces of the Bretonnians were riding out to counter the marching skaven.
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>> >He ordered the gutter runners off to prepare a tunnel trap for the knights and called for the Engineers Meekit and Skryloque to report in. As the rivals came forward, Skrik began detailing his plans for the open fields they were at. Meekit started formulating a cunning device to crush the man-things, but before he could explain his genius- Skryloque had already handed the warlord a rolled parchment with scribbles all over it. As Skrik read it over, he nodded and grinned in anxious glee. Meekit sneered at his rival's initiative and hung his head- muttering curses under his breath. As Skryloque scurried off to gather materials and equipment to begin construction, Skrik spoke sternly to Meekit. Skrik ordered the engineer to go with gutter runners and plant eplosives along the tunnel that the scouts were excavating. Meekit glowered at the prospect of having to work with the suicidal runners, but he perked up at the mention of explosives.
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>> >Meekit ran off after the gutter runners and Skrik barked out more orders to the rest of the army. Skrik had called three times for the clan eshin adept that had been accompanying them since Bohsenfels, but no answer had come. He frowned at the cowardly assassin, but had more pressing matters at hand. He summoned forth a group of clanrats to send for Chieftain Leskit and the new purchases from clan Moulder. The clanrats nodded and disappeared through the treeline- headed for one of the many tunnels that lead back to Clan Skitter's temporary lair.
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>> >Skrik sent for news of the approaching man-things and was rewarded with news that they were merely a single sun away. Skrik paid the clanrats he had scout and ordered them to allow the rest of the army rest. He himself stayed awake through the night, occasionally checking on Skryloque's progress.
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>> >As the morning orb rose, Skrik rubbed his weary eyes and screeched the order to wake the rest of the force. Skryloque sat nearby- stroking a large object laying across his lap. Skrik looked curiously at the machine, but the engineer paid no attention to his warlord. Skrik kicked Skryloque's foot and the engineer glanced up. He hissed and then slowly stood up. The presented a large shiny bauble to the curious warlord. Skrik took the odd device and explored the outer workings- careful to not set anything off. Skryloque then quickly snatched the object back and cradled it in his arms like a sleeping child. Skrik frowned at the silly engineer and then sent a group of clanrats to look for his messengers he had sent the day before. As they took off, Meekit and the gutter runners were emerging from the forest, covered in soil. Meekit reported that the tunnel was complete and the explosives in place. Meekit eyed Skryloque and cursed under his breath. The gutter runners smiled and went off on their own to rest. Skrik gave Meekit a small piece of warpstone as payment and the engineer smiled mischievously as he stalked away.
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>> >Skrik looked in the distance and noticed the glare of metal just beyond the edge of the grove. He deployed his troops along the edge of the clearing and prepared for battle. As the remaining troops were arrayed, Skrik reached into a pouch and removed a squirming rat. He brought it up to his mouth and with ferocity, bit its small head off in one motion. Finishing up the small morsel, Skrik belched and scratched his neck. He hated waiting for battle and was still worried his Chieftain would not make it here. He was surprised when, without warning- a clawed finger tapped his shoulder. Blade out of its sheath, Chieftain Leskit ducked sharply as the warlord swept the sword around. Skrik chuckled to himself and scolded the Chieftain for startling him. The chieftain apologized and pointed towards the end of the lines where a pack of snarling monsters stood, menacingly. Skrik smiled at the sight of the rat ogres and he knew he had made a good investment. He called for Skryloque and the engineer came, affectionately carrying the brass orb. Skrik swatted the engineer across the face and grabbed the shiny orb from Skryloque as the engineer rubbed his cheek. Handing the object to Leskit, Skrik whipsered his orders to the chieftain and gave further orders for the packmasters and sent Leskit away. Skryloque watched as Leskit walked away with his creation and hung his head. Nearby, Meekit grinned at his rival's gloom.
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>> >The winny of horses snapped Skrik out of his thoughts and brought his attention to the opposite edge of the clearing where nearly a hundred gleaming armored knights stood, dismounted. Skrik cocked his head to the side at the man-things hesitation to attack. The clanrats looked amongst themselves as the armored men kneeled and bowed their heads.
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>> >Praying! Skrik giggled uncontrollably as he yelled the order for attack. The knights payed no attention as the skaven marched forwards. The engineers each threw blasts of warp lightning across the field into the line of knights and killed several as the knights continued to pray. Meekit tried to outdo Skryloque, but in his anxiety accidentally singed his own fur. Skryloque laughed and powered up the Storm Daemon device he had with him. The box glowed and a arc of lightning shot from it into a unit of bowmen- killing several. Meekit cursed his luck.
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>> >A beam of green energy burst from the forest's edge and cut through the lines of armored knights. The man-things failed to show notice and continued to pray to their lady. Skrik ceased the orders to fire, in case these man-things's prayers were finally answered.
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>> >As the guns were lowered, the knights mounted once again and set off across the clearing towards the ratmen. Some of the archrs took aim, but failed to even score a hit on any of the skaven. The large wodden contraption launched a piece of stone high into the air and it came down upon the slaves. Skrik cared not, as they were never going to make it through this anyhow.
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>> >Skrik bade his troops to hold, while the alarmed slaves were ordered forwards. The chittered anxously as the came to stand in front of one of the columns of knights. Skryloque powered up his warp lightning, but suddenly it was dispelled. Meekit powered up his and the energy arced across the clearing to fry several of the knights threatening the slaves. Skryloque frowned and used Storm Daemon again- this time killing a few more but Meekit had clearly outdone him this time. Another powerful beam of energy shot forth from the trees and cut a swath through several of the knight regiments. The ratling gun cranked around and began to pump out shots into the front lines of knights. Several of them fell, but the heavy armor repelled most of the spray. A warpfire thrower released its fire and melted a knight into a puddle on the ground.

>As Skrik issued orders for his unit to continue the attack, he himself left the clanrats and scurried across the field to meet up with Meekit. Meekit was busy charging another bolt of warp lightning and paid no attention to his warlord. Skrik was not amused and kicked Meekit. Meekit, surprised by the sudden force, turned and the powerful magic arced off and fizzled before hitting the man-things. Skrik glowered at the engineer who still had not realized who was standing next to him. Skrik scolded Meekit and queried about the trap. Meekit nodded apprehensively and pulled a small globe from a pouch. Skrik cocked his head, waiting for Meekit to set off the explosives. A resounding "Ka-BOOM!" shook the ground and the earth beneath many of the knights erupted and covered the field in dust and smoke. A few bits of steel and flesh showered the combatants and Skrik smiled, patted Meekit on the shoulder and turned to rejoin his clanrats.

>The knights were only fazed by the enormous blast, and vowing revenge for the sneaky ploy, charged off at full speed towards the warlord and his unit. Skrik could see a man at the head of the formation that was clad in glimmering armor and carried naught but a lance for a weapon. As the knights crashed into the clanrats, the shining knight challenged Skrik to a duel. All around clanrats were dying and skrik was suddenly afraid to do battle. He turned to lead from the rear of the unit, but the mass of skaven were too much and Skrik hesitantly accepted the man-things challenge.

>Skrik ducked as the knight charged by, lance beared at his head. The knight turned to take another charge, but Skrik managed to strike a blow across the man-thing's chest and pull him off his barded steed. The general drew his sword and rained down blow upon blow on Skrik's enchanted shield, which held strong. As the knight tired, skrik lowered his shield and thrusted his own weapon towards the knights chest. The knight parried it and brought a slash across Skrik's own chest. Skrik cluched at the wound as it started to bleed and brought his shield up once more as the knight attacked again. Skrik defended as well as he could against the armored man-thing, but he was too strong and wounded Skrik's face, tearing a scar across his left eye. Skrik, in pain and bleeding lunged out with fury and caught the knight off guard. He slashed with all his might and slowly beat the warrior back. Blood staining the area where Skrik stood, the knight dropped to one knee with the magical sword plunged through the armor into his stomach.

>Disheartened by their general's fate, the rest of the knight fled from the masses of skaven. The guns contiued to fire even as the bretonnians retreated back to Hergig. Skrik looked over the treeline at the town in the distance and grinned evilly, he knew that the town would be his. He groaned as he collapsed unconcious on the bloodstained grass...
When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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...doesnt this belong under battle reports? move it.









the horned rat help me, im starting to sound like mutator (jks jks :P)


EDIT: oh crap i just noticed that ur a co13 member (i didnt look who posted it..). please dont have me killed :(





:ph43r: *stab-stab* :blink:
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no need to worry for soul, instead starts worshipping STS and slaughtering unbelievers in his holy name.
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I agree that the Battle Reoprts forum is where this belongs.

It's also very good, keep up the good work!
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... so i dont have a contract out on me?
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no need to worry for soul, instead starts worshipping STS and slaughtering unbelievers in his holy name.
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night

definitely not... I put this here- battle reports- and all over the SoC forum... it's fluff for my clan for SoC so I put it in SoC discussion because of that.

And no, I prefer to hunt down slaves on my own.
When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night

>Skrik tried to open his eyes, but his muscles flooded with pain and he quickly gave up. He relaxed and listened to the excited chittering around him. He knew not where he was or whether he was alive or dead. A clawed hand closed over his face and another finger pulled open his right eye. His pupil immediately shrunk and Skrik straiend to close his eye to the light. Skryloque stood and scolded some nearby slaves for their carelessness and bade them leave. Skrik once again straiend to open his eyes and look around him, but only his right eye opened. The taste of dried blood in his mouth was bitter and Skrik feared that he had been experimented upon. He quickly jerked upwards and came to a sitting position, to see Meekit standing at the foot of the makeshift bed. Skrik looked himself over and, with relief at the sight of his own body- rolled off the platform. He deftly landed on his feet, but as he stoof to full height, he started to wobble and he caught the edge of the bed to stabilize himself. He touched his face and felt a leathery cover on his left eye. The scar was unmistakable and Skrik knew his eye had been slashed. He looked questioningly at Skryloque who bowed his head and allowed Meekit to explain what had happened.
"You fall-fall after man-things flee. Skryloque brings you here and fixes you up, yes-yes. Gives you new eye and stitches you up, yes-yes. Leskit calls hisself Warlord, tells Skryloque to make you slave. Leskit is-is leader now."

>Skrik growled at this and looked towards each of the engineers with a snarl. Meekit pointed to a bag. Skrik gathered his armor and weapon from the bag and left the two engineers. Skrik could see the camp of the rest of the skaven and noticed Leskit's tent instantly- for it was the only one. Skrik stalked through the masses of skaven wondering what the ex-walord was doing. Skrik flung open the tent and drew his sword. Leskit was sitting on a mat on the ground, reading a stolen parchment. Leskit rose as soon as Skrik was in the tent and backed away carefully. Skrik followed and the two warriors stood face to face in the middle of the skaven. Some chanted Leskit's name, while many remained silent. Skrik watched carefully for those cheering his adversary and made note of all of them. He lowered his weapon to the ground and allowed Leskit to attack first. And attack he did- Leskit lunged forwards with skill, but Skrik feinted to the right and brought his sword up through the chietain's neck. As the body fell, Skrik turned and charged into the clanrats he had heard earlier. He only killed those that had cheered for Leskit and those that he did not kill, he disabled. As the clanrats all stood in fear of the blood-drenched warlord, the engineers came forward and calmed Skrik. He sheathed his weapon, ordered the slaves to clean up the mess and explained to the engineers what to do with those that survived. The rivals nodded and set about their work.

>Skrik withdrew into his tent and picked up the map Leskit had been looking at. It was of Hergig and marked everything, including cellars and the materials of each building. Skrik grinned at Leskit's ingenuity and at his own. Night came as Skrik finished reading the maps and logs that Leskit had stolen from the town. Tomorrow, Clan Skitter would go to Hergig.
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>Skrik woke the next morning with a surprised looking slave standing over him. The little skaven handed Skrik a message and fled the tent before his master became angry. Skrik checkled at the slave's fear and readily opened the message-
"Foul ratmen, you encroach upon the sanctity of the empire and have done war upon the knights of Bretonnia. You shall all perish by our lances!" Signed, Duke Gelford.

>Skrik laughed at the note forewarning the knight's attack. He crumpled it up into a ball and promptly ate it. With a lud belch he stood and left the tent. The morning sun was bright and Skrik squinted to see. The rest of the army was already arrayed and ready to continue the march to Hergig. Slaves came and packed the tent and Skrik carried the maps and logs in a satchel he had looted from one of the knights they had fought before. He patted the papers and beckoned Meekit and Skryloque over. The engineers hurried to Skrik and found two warpstone pieces in his hand. Th engineers quickly snatched a piece each and queried to why the Warlord was rewarding them. Skrik merely replied that they had quite possibly saved his life and, being skaven, were not prone to do such things. Skryloque explained that Leskit was a cruel warlord and would not return the Brass Orb he never used. Skrik laughed and handed Skryloque his Brass orb that Leskit had kept in the tent. Skryloque grabbed it from Skrik and ran off to fix it. Meekit stood puzzled as to Skryloque's behavior, but lost interest when Skrik began to speak. Meekit listened to the excited Warlord's plan.

>As the orders were finished, Meekit summoned the gutter runners and explained the plan to them. They chittered in aproval and ran off to find an appropriate spot to begin digging. Meekit followed several yards away to ensure he would not be caught by cave-ins.

>Skrik ordered the rest of the army forwardsto Hergig while Meekit and the gutter runnrs approached from a different direction- beneath.
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Across the open field was the edges of Hergig. The streets were littered with bodies and battle could be heard from within. Skrik smiled and ordered his forces forward. It was too late that Skrik heard hooves pounding on his flank and as he turned he saw a force of knights charging towards the skaven. Skrik issued the orders for battle and the army was just in place when the knight collided with the clanrats. Rats swarmed over the armored figuresa that fought their way through the line and many were brought low by repeated attacks. The Rat Ogres joined the fray and charged the knights' flank. The knights, frightened by the monstrous beasts- fled back into Hergig. The rest of the armored men fought valiantly in the face of overwhelming odds. Skrik himself continued to dispatch knight after knight, with the aid of his magic bracers- no armor could withstand his blows.

>A voice rose above the cacophony of battle and Skrik noticed a powerful warhorse with a shining, armored rider. The knight continued to call for the Warlord to present himself, but Skrik chose to continue killing the lesser knights. It was only when the powerful man-thing approached him, that he readied for battle. This knight ranted on about Skrik killing his father and disgracing the earth. Skrik ignored the rantings and attacked!

>Skrik struck blow after blow upon the man-thing's magical armor, but even though it was cracked and broken- it held strong. Skrik tired and the knight took his turn to attack the warlord. Skrik dodged several blows but a quick slash caught his arm and made a long gash along its length. Skrik squeeked in pain and threw himself at the general once more. Knocking the knight off his warhorse- Skrik struck the knight across the helmet. As the sword clashed against the helmet, Skrik's bracers failed and his normal strength returned. The clang gave Skrik no reassurance and for once the warlord felt scared of losing to this man-thing. The knight stood up and drew his sword as Skrik tried desperately to power up the bracers. Skrik dodged left and blocked another blow from the duke. Another strike was parried and the knight brough the sword around to hit Skrik's wrists. The blow struck bronze and the magic within the bracers fired off- strengthening Skrik's muscles. Skrik lunged forwards and stuck his sword through the side of the armor, into the knight's belly. Withdrawing the sword- Skrik struck again and cut a long gash across the chest plate of the armor. For the final blow- Skrik beheaded the knight. Drenched in crimson- Skrik watched the rest of the knights flee from the clanrats. Elsewhere on the battlefield, Skrik could see a warpfire thrower detonate and kill several slaves. The ratling gun mowed down some of the man-things that were wearing less armor. Beam after beam of intense energy filled the field and slaughtered many skaven, but also killed many knights too. Meekit and Skyloque were engaged in combat together and were fighting bravely against the lone horseman that had charged them. Rats swarmed over most of those that had fallen and the clanrats held strong against the charge of the knights. There was no sound as an immense rock landed scant inches from Skrik- crushing his tail and several of the clanrats behind him. Skrik looked up to see another stone fly overhead and land in open field. Looking towards the city, Skrik could see a wooden structure flinging its masonry into battle. Skrik sneered at the man-things intelligence and ordered the remaining warpfire thrower to fire upon the trebuchet. The weapon tema bowed their heads and aimed for the city walls. A glob of warpfire plugged and burst- spraying warpfire over some of the clanrats and all over itself. The weapon team sizzled to liquid and so did the unlucky clanrats. Skrik cursed himself for trusting Clan Skryre and ordered the ratling gun to try. It too jammed to detonated- though only the weapon team were killed. Skrik looked to Skryloque, who reached for a small glass sphere within his robes. The engineer hurled it high and right into the machine, spreading poisonous vapors over the trebuchet crew- who promptly died. Skrik looked down to see the rest of the knights were routing and fleeing into the city. He laughed at the victory and the remaining clanrats joined him- creating a deafening cackle heard throughout Hergig by defender and attacker alike.

>As the skaven retreated to the edge of the forest to rest- Skrik sent a messenger back to the lair to bring more clanrats and supplies. Another messenger was sent to Clan Skryre to purchase another warpfire thrower and ratling gun. Luckily, Skrik had kept a spare warpfire thrower and was having Skryloque inspect it for faults. Skrik sat up against a willow tree and pulled out his maps. He pondered where in the city the gutter runners with Meekit were at the moment and hoped they would not botch this plan...

When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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>Skrik pulled his tail out from under the stone and held it up for his forces to see.
"The man-things will pay! Today we take Hergig!"
Skrik kept his tail raised high as his army chanted. The remaining defenders of Hergig covered their ears and whipsered prayers to the gods as the skaven voices fell over the town. They knew the skaven were coming and they feared for their lives.

>Skrik arrayed his army and checked the strength. The last battle had really hurt his forces and hoped that the messengers returned swiftly with reinforcements. Also, he hoped that the gutter runners had made it to their target. As he gave one more look over the army, he ordered the march into Hergig. Skrik could feel the bloodied stump where his tail had been. He placed the tail in his pouch and followed his forces into Hergig.

>As they neared the city center, Skrik heard the sounds of hooves against cobblestones and looked to his left to see another forces of valiant Bretonnian knights confronting his skaven. He issued orders and took the lead of one of the clanrat regiments. As the knights spurred their steeds towards the ratmen, the skaven readied their swords and prepared to do battle with the man-things. Skrik powered up his bracers and drew his sword. His armor glimmered with warp energy- a new addition from Skryloque's inventive mind. The knights impacted the front of the clanrats and cut through the ranks swiftly. As the clanrats fought to hold their ground, the immense Rat Ogres charged into the flank of the knights. The globadiers lobbed their glass spheres high and the battlefield filled with poisonous fumes which choked and burnedthe man-things' lungs. Skrik could smell the poison, but thankfully the globadiers were careful where they threw there weapons.

>Skrik had just felled a knight when he heard more chittering and battle cries from behind the knights he was in combat with. It was Chieftain Skerbil with more clanrats and the replacement weapons! As they impacted the rear of the knights, all of the skaven were bolstered and became more courageous when they saw Skerbil's Battle Standard of the Horned Rat. The knights turned to flee but were trapped in a seething mass of fur and steel and were cut down. Those that held were swarmed and pulled from their mounts. Skrik felt a pain in his shoulder as a steel tip burst through his flesh. An arrow had become lodged through his arm. He screeched in pain and turned to see some man-things with bows. They radied for another volley and released. Shafts filled the sky as many of the clanrats lifted their shields. Those that weren't quick enough were pinned to the ground.

>Skrik ordered a charge on the bowmen, but before his unit could reach the man-things, the ground gave way beneath the bowmen and only black cloak and dagger could be seen through the dust. Skrik grinned that the gutter runners had done well, but hoped they had also achieved their mission. Meekit clambered out of the hole as he charged a bolt of warp lightning and flung it into another unit of bowmen fleeing from the gutter runners. The peasants were burnt alive and none were left.

>All around the town center skaven hacked down knight after knight and Skrik knew he was winning. Few Bretonnians remained and there still lived many of his forces. That's when another huge stone landed almost on top of Skrik's foot. The warlord looked over to see the ruins of a building come alive and begin to hurl boulders at nearby skaven. The ratmen were confused as the buildings lost their foundations and hailed stone from the sky. Any trees within the courtyard struck out at those ratmen foolish enough to come close to the branches reach. Skrik pondered what was causing this, but soon found the sight of a human lady upon a pegasus flying over the battlefield. Skrik ordered all of his guns to fire upon the mage and although they came close, nothing could hit her. Skrik then told Meekit and Skryloque to focus their magics on the wizard, but against the Prophetess' power their spells failed. Skrik cursed once more and then had a wonderful idea. He whispered to Skryloque who rubbed his clawed hands together with glee. He reached into his robes and retrieved the Brass Ord he had made. Meekit stepped carefully away from his rival- as he knew Skryloque had a tendency to blow himself up. Skryloque pressed a button along the side and the sphere lighted up. The engineer lobbed it high into the air and as it reached the pinnacle of its height, it created a black clouad that absorbed all within it. The mage could not react quickly enough to avoid the darkness and disappeared from this realm. Skrik and the engineers grinned and turned to see the rest of the skaven watching the blackness as well. The streets were covered in blood and gore and the few knights that had survived limped from the battle, without their mounts. Skrik brought his tail to the tree in the town center and hung it from one of the branches. He inscribed the symbol of the Horned Rat upon its bark and bade the engineers to pour some of their magics into the tree. It shriveled and twisted and became a horrid abomination of its once lively form. Skrik then rallied his troops and spoke to them.
"This is to remind the man-things that they will never defeat us. They cannot stand against the Horned One. WE SHALL INHERIT!"

>With that the skaven carried the chant over the air through the lands their chanting reached the ears of the skaven generals near Breder, those still in Zundap, and the forces assulting the Brass Keep. The skaven would show their power before Middenheim fell and none would stand in their way.
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WE SHALL INHERIT!
When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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Man i love Skrik! Can't wait to hear the next installment.

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Warlock
The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night

>As Skrik readied his army for a march on Untergard, a mumbling skaven approached him. It was clearly one of the packmasters of the Rat Ogres, and Skrik sighed at the impudence of the Moulder.
"I can make master's tail better, yes-yes. New-new tail, stitch-stich and Skrik be good as new."

>Skrik questioned the moulder's true reason, but allowed the moulder to attach a new tail. He lay down on a ruined wall and prepared for the surgery. As the moulder began his grisly work, Skrik's body became racked with pain and the warlord blacked out.

>His eyes opening, Skrik rolled off the wall quickly and landed easily on his feet. The moulder stood rubbing his hands together and chittering. Skrik cocked his head at the moulder, turned his head around, and saw that the moulder had attached... two tails! Skrik grew angry with the moulder and scolded the skaven for his idiocy. Skrik drew his sword and beheaded the packmaster. The rest of the army was already prepared to march when Skrik rejoined them.

>As the army headed out the main road- more knights appeared at the edge of the forest. They had come by word from an escaped survivor and were ready to cleanse the town of Skrik's army. Skrik issued another oder and the skaven scattered into the ruined buildings and spread debris through Hergig. Skrik hoped the man-things had not seen them. If they had not been spotted, then they would have the perfect set-up for an ambush...

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>The proud knights rode into the town and began to yell and holler for the ratmen. Skrik remained calm and watched carefully as the knights approached the tree he had posted his original tail on. They were taken aback by the defouling of the tree and called forward a woman in blue robes. She touched the tree and recoiled in pain. The magic enchanting it would protect the tail and its post from anything.

>Meekit approached quietly up to Skrik and whispered in his ear. Skrik listened as Meekit told him of the exploits of the gutter runners. Skrik smiled and nodded for Meekit to carry out the plan further. Meekit agreed and hurried off to fetch some clanrats. As the bretonnians continued to scour the streets for the skaven and the damsel tried once again to heal the tree, a small, sharp explosion was heard from one of the rooftops.

>The damsel tasted the blood in her mouth before dropping to the dirty soil. The knights whirled upon the town center and grew fearful at the death of the wizard. They became angry and shouted challenges and curses at the skaven who remained hidden. Another shot fired and a knight dropped. Skrik waited for a third before issuing attack orders. As the second knight fell from his horse, the skaven charged from the rubble and engaged the knights. The man-things were quick to react though and were not overrun. They retreated to the outskirts of Hergig and pressed the fight once more. Skrik himself searched out the enemy general. The valiant Duke rode upon a majestic white steed that had long been drenched in the blood of his opponents. Skrik screeched the challenge and the two warriors faced each other in the maelstrom of battle.
>The knight struck first and landed a blow upon the warlord. Skrik's armor saved the wound and a shock of warp energy shot back at the knight. The duke, surprised by this magic, found himself unable to protect against the wound. Skrik then took the initiative and battered his foe the a knee. The duke held though and pushed Skrik back. Skrik spun as the duke attacked and parried one of the blows with his tails. The other attacks merely missed the agile skaven. Skrik feinted left and struck fast. The sword went up to the hilt through the duke's armor. Blood flowed down the sword as Skrik bit into his oppoent's exposed face. Skrik's sharp teeth tore out the man-thing's eye and as the body fell back, the warlord wrenched his sword from the armored corpse.

>The bretonnians saw the gruesome death of their general and lord- this sight disheartened their spirits and suddenly the skaven swarmed over the horrified knights. The last few man-things fled back into the forests, where Skrik knew that they would soon be killed by Beasts worse than skaven.

The evening came softly and Skrik decided to remain in Hergig for a couple more days and thoroughly ransack the town. There was still more fighting in the vicinity and Skrik wouldn't allow some other clan take credit for his victories...
When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive.

Now I have to get my car repaired.
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