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lashific the Dominator
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hi guys!

the sroty is finally done, dont try readibng it all at once, takes about a half hour plus to read :blink: .loong i know but here you are,

Lashific the domonater
Contents:
Part one: Creations Part two: War part three: death of the traitors


Part one: Creations

Deep within the hell pit, strapped down to a stone bench, was the
newly appointed pack master Lashific. He was now going to be “coupled” with a rat ogre of his own making, but first he had to be prepared for what lay ahead. Lashific was happy the enhancement was being done on that day. He expected war to come soon, as the grey seer Zarink Fester, one of the leaders of Clan Moulder, had led the theft of a hundred great eagles from the woods elves of Athen Loren. Lashific was sure that Zarink had made sure the elves found out about it, so it would provoke a war.
Being an extremely wealthy clan, Clan Moulder could afford to enhance their pack masters with Warpstone. Sure, there was a quite large chance that the Warpstone would disfigure them beyond all recognition, but what would the clan, in general, care? Lashific might, but he was one rat-man in a clan of countless thousands. At least he would be enhanced by the master moulder Fluxose. He was relatively skilled, and he had already done an enhancement that day. That should have been at least a bit comforting to Lashific, apart from the fact - a fact which Fluxose was keen on repeating - that the enhancement had failed and the subject had been carried out of the room smelling of fish and with quite a few less limbs then he should have had. Lashific had collapsed laughing when he watched the subject get thrown into the giant rat pit. Now he was slightly less plucky.
“In pain-hurt soon-soon!” laughed the happy master moulder as he danced around the eerily light room holding a syringe with watered down powdered Warpstone.
“Fluxose pump-inject you full-up with warpstone now, yes- yes!” shrieked the delighted Skaven. He was so excited he almost missed, but, thanks to his expertise, managed to control his maniacal laughter just long enough to jab Lashific in the heart.
Lashific’s heart raced, and his body was sent into a series of uncontrolled spasms and jerks as the horrible liquid raced through his system. He screamed as the bones in his left arm were ripped apart and then reassembled by the mutating powers of the warpstone. The left side of his face began to melt away and as Lashific’s world started to fade, the last thing he glimpsed before falling into unconsciousness was Fluxose dancing around the room happily.
Lashific came to where he had fainted but he was no longer tied down. Sitting up, he looked around for Fluxose. Not seeing him, Lashific leapt from the bench and ran from the room, pausing only to pick up his weapons; a wickedly barbed whip and a rusting iron short sword. Rushing through the network of tunnels, Lashific made his way to his own concealed lab where he would begin his work on creating his rat ogre.
The entrance to his lab was hidden deep in the shadows and excruciatingly hard to find if you did not know where to look. The eerie candlelight threw twisted shadows onto the hard earth floor. The walls were covered with his diagrams, maps and plans. The lab was cluttered with benches and tables littered with experiments and notes. Lashific began to examine himself to find out what the enhancement had done. His dominant arm ¬- his left – was lighter and Lashific found it easier to use his whip now. But, as Lashific felt his face to find out what damage the warpstone had done to him, he found the left side of his face was rock hard. Rushing to a basin of water, he peered at his reflection and reeled back in horror as he discovered that the left side of his face had burnt off to the bone. Feeling his face again, it seemed that his left eye had been unharmed. Lashific grinned a feral grin; this new look was one that would be remembered. It would demand respect from the other Skaven, and strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, many of whom were also Skaven.
To prepare for the creation of his rat ogre, Lashific reinforced the permanent cage with rusting sheets of iron. The cage took up almost half of his lab. Lashific cleaned his utensils as best he could, and checked his store of warpstone. It was kept in a barrel of water, as extremely hot warpstone has been known to explode, sending shrapnel everywhere. It was rumoured that Clan Skrye was making plans to harness the power of exploding warpstone. The fools, thought Lashific. He never trusted those weak, pathetic warlock engineers, not one bit!
Finishing his preparations, Lashific left to find a suitable rat to mutate.
Making a rat ogre is an extremely complex process. First the rat had to be sized up and made strong. Then you had to enhance its limbs if it is to live long. Then the rat ogre has to grow to maturity which takes about seven rises of the sun when warpstone is used. Finally, the ogre could be fashioned weapons and maybe armour. There was also the quite large chance for warpstone poisoning and sabotage to consider as well…
Entering the pits, Lashific headed to where the “pure” rats were kept. These rats were yet to be mutated in any way. Warpstone was kept as far from them as possible, as to mutate a rat twice would hugely increase the chance of failure and/or death. Lashific looked at each scurrying rat closely, looking for physical defects such as bone weakness. The vermin scurried around in a frenzied state, making it hard to follow the progress of any one rat. Spotting a good, strong rat, Lashific snared it with a handy net. It squealed in distress as the Lashific shoved the rat into a sack and turned to leave.
As he walked to leave the pits, a pack master leapt at him from the shadows, sword in hand. The Skaven obviously had some serious issues he had to sort out with Lashific, who had just enough time to dive forward onto the ground to avoid being cut in half by the Skaven. Scrambling to his feet, Lashific snarled at the pack-master, teeth bared at the pack-master as he drew his own weapon and lunged at him. The other pack-master caught the handle of Lashific’s sword and swung at Lashific with his own blade. Lashific ducked it and, as he came back up, smashed the pack master with his free hand in the stomach. The pack-master recoiled, releasing his grip on Lashific’s sword. Seizing his opportunity, Lashific rushed forward and stabbed at the pack-master with his sword. The rusting iron made contact with the pack-master’s leather body armour, which gave way to the blade, letting the sword slip through the soft fur of the pack-master and into his tiny beating heart.
Letting out a gasp, the pack-master collapsed on the ground as his life-blood pooled around him. Raising his sword again, Lashific cut one arm off the dead rat-man, before placing it into the sack to feed his rat. The pack-master didn’t need it any more!
Panting, Lashific ran from the scene, making for his lab.
Once more in the safety of his lab, Lashific’s heart finally began to slow down as he chittered with excitement; he hadn’t killed a rival in what seemed like an age. Peering into his sack, Lashific was happy to see his rat was quite content to be munching on the dead pack-master’s arm. Grabbing a small box-sized cage nearby, he carefully tipped the rodent in where it continued eating. Closing the cage lid, Lashific carried it over to his work bench, where he could begin his experiments on the rat. To start off, he jabbed the rat with a tranquilizing drug, causing it to slump into a deep stupor. Opening his storage cupboard, Lashific retrieved a brain that a slave had “donated” to the greater cause. He lifted the rat from its cage, putting it back on the work bench now that it was tranquillized.
Grabbing a wolf’s skull, which had a circle cut out of the top, Lashific used tongs to put some warpstone inside before pushing the brain in on top. Lashific then riveted a sheet of metal to cover the hole in the skull. So he would not be poisoned by the warpstone, Lashific put it into a large metal safe as the chaotic substance mutated the skull and brain together. Turning his attention back to the rat he picked up a mean looking knife and proceeded to skin the rat’s leg down to the muscle. Going back to his storage cupboard, he rustled round until he found a dead rabbit. Back at his bench, he cut off the rabbit’s back legs. Then the pack-master carefully removed the muscles from the rabbit, grafting them onto those of the rat. Lashific proceeded to sew the rat’s skin back on haphazardly, using lizard-men skin when he found that the rat skin itself would not cover the legs. With the legs done for now, Lashific moved up to the body and made a large incision in the rat’s belly. Lashific made tiny cuts in all the rat’s organs, tipping powered warpstone into them before stitching them back up again. Lashific then stitched up the stomach incision. The forelegs of the rat had to be made into arms for the beast to fight with. Using brute force and a few incisions, Lashific managed to wrench the front legs into a more arm like position. Lashific packed the front legs with warpstone and some stored bear stem cells. For the “hands” of the beast, Lashific grafted on feral cat paws in place of the rat’s. Donning a breathing apparatus (which he had stolen from a wind globadier) Lashific opened the safe containing the head. It looked like the mutation had gone well; it still needed flesh, skin and eyes, but on the whole it was complete. After a bit of cutting Lashific managed, with some warpstone-based help, to give the head the eyes of an owl. Using a variety of skins and a bit of human flesh, Lashific completed the beast’s head. Now to put the pieces together, thought Lashific.
Using a blood-clotting poison, Lashific thickened the blood of the rat to the consistency of mud. Carefully severing the rat’s head with a knife, Lashific knew he had to act fast or the rat’s blood would clot too much, killing it. Lashific inserted a piece of warpstone that was sharp at both ends into the neck bone of the rat. Then Lashific impaled the head onto the sharp warpstone, before injecting the rat’s heart with a carefully calculated amount of blood thinning fluid. The rat looked a mess of bloody, mismatched limbs and a disproportionately large head. Picking up the rat-thing, Lashific carried it into its larger cage, shut and triple locked the rusting iron doors, before starting to clean up all the blood and store the “spare” parts for later experiments.
When three days had passed, Lashific sent in a slave to “check” on the rat ogre. The slave came back out a bit cut and bruised, but said that the ogre was still not fully grown.
“Good-good,” chittered Lashific. “You may go-leave now, yes-yes”
As the slave left, he was killed by Lashific when he smashed a rather large rock over his head. He was low on slave brains, and donors are so hard to find among Skaven.
To earn the “respect” of his rat ogre, Lashific now had to show it that he was the boss and that if he obeyed; he would rewarded, most of the time in the in the form of a slave, and that if he was naughty, and he would be hurt and starved. Entering the cage, Lashific took in the rat ogre’s appearance.
The ogre’s legs were a mix of off-white rabbit fur and deep blue lizard-man skin. The outline of monsters heart could be seen pulsing through its tan coloured skin. Both of its arms were covered almost completely in dark fur and the paws of the ogre were now massive as small buckler shields. Each paw had four digits that were all ended in a massive, cracked, retractable claw. The Skaven was impressed by his work; the ogre was a frightening specimen. This was always a good quality in a rat ogre: the ability to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. Finishing his inspection of the sleeping beast, Lashific got out his whip and brought it up over his head. He stood still for a second, before bringing the whip down with a loud crack on a rat ogre’s face. The beast roared in anguish as it raised it self from its slumber, but Lashific brought it tumbling back on to the ground with another crack of his whip. Again and again, Lashifics whip rose and fell in a flurry of blows, each one causing the rat ogre more pain than before.
Lashific stopped to consider how badly it was hurt; the beast was either could not or would not get up, so Lashific left it to recover. Over the next few days, Lashific would come into the cage of the rat ogre and lash it. He would continue to do this until the beast would cower and {attempt to} hide at the site of him.
When this happened for the first time, Lashific grinned: the beast knew who was boss now. With a bit of adjusting, it could become a ferocious fighting beast. Lashific exited the cage, leaving a bit of food for the ogre. After locking the door, Lashific began to consider how to arm the creature.
After much consideration, Lashific decided to sew tanned elephant hide onto the chest and back of the rat ogre to try to protect it. To do this, Lashific needed to hire Eshin adepts to take some skin from one of the only known elephant in the old world, the elephant in the guarded zoo in Altdolf. It cost the Skaven pack-master much gold coins, but in Lashific’s mind it was worth it.
“Pay gold-money fee fifty now yes-yes.”
“Forty gold-money.”
“You no funny-laugh pack-master, fifty gold-money or die-death, yes-yes!”
Gutter runners are always such a feisty bunch, thought Lashific as he paid the gutter runner leader.
For once it seemed the gutter runners held up their side of the deal. They had got more than enough elephant hide. Lashific tanned the leather in his lab before getting a slave to tranquilize the rat ogre. The first one failed to tranquilize it quick enough, and got ripped to shreds. The second slave, however, succeeded in tranquilizing it. The rat ogre was too big to move at this point, so Lashific had to stitch on the leather in the beast’s cage. The stitching was rough because both the leather and the ogre’s hide are extremely thick, but Lashific went around twice making sure it held. While the ogre was still tranquillized, Lashific severed its right paw and in its place, attached a saw-bladed saber by melting the part of the blade that was touching the forearm of the rat ogre. Lashific also wrapped the forearm in a strip of spare leather from the elephant. For the left paw, the whole paw was coated in molten metal to stop them breaking. The creature had no eyelids, and it’s vacantly staring eyes twitched involuntarily in the beast’s drugged stupor.
Its nose and ears twitched at the slightest smells and sounds. Lashific was satisfied that this was a success; his first rat ogre was now mature, he had but to wait for the hand “surgery” to heal up, then the ogre would be ready to fight…
Lashific didn’t know that as he danced around his lab happily, Fluxose was plotting to put him out of action. Fluxose had strong connections with clan Eshin, and had been told straight away when Lashific had hired the gutter runners. Fluxose knew that if this pack-master was allowed to become respected, Lashific would become a threat to his own reputation and probably his life. It was much easier to kill him now, and even easier to get someone else to do it. One of the thirteen night-lords of clan Eshin had agreed to send a representative to discuss the assassination.
“Lashific pack-master is who-what you’re to kill-death yes-yes.”
“Where does he dwell-live?” The black-clad assassin had a deep voice for a Skaven and was black furred, a sign of great strength among Skaven.
“No pack master know where others-rival live-dwell”
“I’ll find-discover his home-house, he’ll be dead-dead when the great fire-ball rises”.
“Good-fine, now go!” said Fluxose in a dismissing tone. With a sweep of his cloak, the assassin melted into the shadows. The master moulder did a little scampering dance before retiring for the night.
Lashific was sleeping in one of the many hidden chambers when the rusting iron door of his rat ogre’s cage was opened. There was a massive roar and piercing shrieks met Lashific ears as he entered the main part of his lab. There was an assassin’s dead body in his rat ogre’s cage. As the rat ogre began to slowly lumber out of the cage, Lashific dived and slammed the cage’s door shut, locking it as fast as he can. When the three locks were locked, Lashific slumped down on to the floor with his back to the cage door. Someone had tried to assassinate him! But who could it be? It could be anyone of the thousands of rivals he had. But who actually knew him? All the other pack-masters thought of him as a rival, but very few knew who he actually was. Pondering all of these things, the tired pack-master went back to his sleeping chamber, where a restless night lay ahead…
That morning, Lashific decided to up the security around the maze of tunnels that linked to his lab. He constructed a ramshackle door out of wood for the entrance of his lab, and tried to make it darker in the tunnels near his lab entrance. He also placed some sharp rocks on the ground in a pattern to try to deter any casual passers-by from chancing upon the entrance of his lab.
Lashific spent most of the day securing his lab, while Fluxose spent most of it waiting for the assassin to come back. He didn’t come all day, so the next day, Fluxose travelled to the lair of the night-lord to question him directly.
The gutter runners guarding the entrance of the night-lords lair let him through reluctantly and once inside, Fluxose went straight to business.
“Why did assassin not-no back-return to me last night-dark?”
The night-lord was meditating, much to Fluxose’s annoyance.
“Night-lord!”
The night-lord lifted his head slowly to look at the master moulder, examining him. He lifted himself slowly to his feet.
“He did not back-return?”
“No-no.”
The night-lord thought for about a minute, annoying Fluxose further.
“I have no time-moment for this” spat the master moulder
The night-lord pondered what to say for a while before speaking
“He has not back-returned to me since his left-leave to die-kill the target.”
Fluxose began to stalk away; there was no talking to such Skaven! But he stopped just before he made it to the door. Some thing felt wrong here. He spun around to face the night-lord but was greeted by an empty room. Fluxose panicked, running from the room.
He never made it out. Four warpstone throwing stars embedded them selves into his back. Fluxose, falling to the ground, twisted his head round just in time to see the night-lord leap from the roof supports, landing right beside him. The night-lord drew his short sword before slamming it into the neck of the master moulder.
The master moulder gasped for breath but it was hopeless, he knew it was all over. His vile black blood flowed out onto the temple flood as the night-lord watched Fluxose die.
“Murderer” whispered the night-lord. He turned to return to his meditation but stopped.
“Moulder-Eshin bond-allegiance no more. Moulder kill-kill an assassin of Eshin”
Lashific was feeding his rat ogre when he heard the news from a clanrat passing by yelling to no one in particular that Fluxose had been killed. The yelling Skaven didn’t yell much in the way of details, but Lashific was fine with the information that Fluxose was dead. Lashific finished feeding his rat ogre before leaving his lab to attend a report from the Zarink fester.


Part two: War

Zarink fester is one of the most brilliant seer in clan moulder, and the meeting took place in a vast cavern, where zarink talked to the Skaven from a vantage point in the middle of the cavern. The great Skaven was already there when Lashific arrived at the cavern. As zarink began to speck, silence fell over all the other rat-men.
“Puny underlings,” screeched zarink, “I have something of good-great importance to say-tell you all”
The Skaven waited for what he would say next with baited breath,
“The elf things of the tree-forest found out that we had stole the lots-many bird-eagle things from them”
“WAR!!” screamed the moulder members as one great voice
Zarink waited for the ruckus to claim down before continuing,
“Many of you will war-fight to die-kill the hated forest-tree elf-things”
“WAR!!” screamed the Skaven mass again “WAR!!”
“Sub-clan five through to ten will war-fight, yes-yes! Go-move to the territory boundary of the magic forest-tree at
Now-once. Go now-now, clan moulder! Go now-now, to war!”
Lashific beat the rush of Skaven which was lucky, as many of the war-crazed-Skaven trampled and killed by the countless thousands of vermin. Back in his lab, Lashific packed for the long journey to the elven forest: Athen Loren.
Food of his rat ogre took up most of the room. Most of the rest was food for him self. Lashific also packed some healing herbs that he had stole from an empire camp-site when he was with a raiding party. Lastly, Lashific packed a few thin straps of leather to act as bandages. Going into his rat ogre’s cage, Lashific put a metal collar on the great beast and, pulling on the chain attached to the collar, lead the rat ogre out into the tunnels.
After the initial leading the ogre, Lashific let the ogre lead once they had left the hell pit, lessening the risk of the creature attacking him.
Surrounded by his count-less brethren, Lashific knew the elves would see them coming, but the vast numbers of giant rats and ogres would obliterate the elves all too fast. The pack master was brought back from his thoughts into the real world as the leading Skaven charged forward. Lashific was confused; they were nowhere near the forest yet. It seemed a scouting party had chanced upon the moulder army.
The elves quickly formed a defensive battle line and charged at the unready Skaven. Lashific let go of the leash of his rat ogre and drew his weapons. He whipped the beast into line with the others and, as a group, the pack-master all whipped the ogres into a lumbering charge to meet the fast eleven cavalry head on. The two units meet in combat and the rat ogres quickly began to dominate the fighting, ripping apart the noble elves
“Ha-ha! Die-dead, elf-things!” screamed Lashific as he stabbed horse in the leg, dismounting the rider onto the ground, where the elf was eaten alive by Lashific’s rat ogre. The pack-master was impressed by his monsters ability to fight. After a short skirmish, the few remaining elves in the unit in combat with Lashifics pack-group broke and fled, with the rest of the elves shortly following. Panicked, most of the elven army was caught and destroyed in a blood-fest lead by zarink himself. The few that escaped had giant rats set on them. The rats were fuelled by warpstone and would hopefully catch the few that had fled before they could alert the main elf army.
Watching the rats chase the elves off into the distance, Lashific didn’t realise that the clan was on the move again. Picking their way though the dead bodies was hard enough, but when all the rat ogres, as if controlled by the same minuscule brain, began to decide they were hungry at once, pandemonium took hold. Pack-masters were hurled through the air as the rat ogres yanked on their chain leases to run through the battle-field, devouring the dead as they went.
It took many hours, cuts and fights with other Skaven for Lashific to find his own rat ogre. He found the creature playfully throwing around a wood elf that had more than a few bite marks on it. Pulling out a dart, Lashific threw the tiny missile at the rat ogre. It hit the rat ogre in the arm, and the rat ogre almost instantly became woozy and dazed. Grabbing the chain lease and pulling on it, Lashific managed to get the drugged beast to walk in a drunken fashion after the rest of the horde.
Lashific and his rat ogre caught them and found his pack group just before they reached the border of Athen Loren. Zarink, at the front of the group, turned to face his army.
“You are all to rush-run straight through their clan-army, then we all turn-spin around to charge again-again”
“WAR!” the clan yelled in response before breaking into an unorganized run. Near the back, Lashific couldn’t see the wood elves rushing into a defensive battle-line. The Skaven at the front couldn’t believe that the elf-things had been organized so quickly. How had they known? The few who had survived the encounter must have been chased down by the rats. The dumb-founded Skaven at the front stopped thinking in what is, to Skaven, a deep manner when the elves let loose their arrows.
The elven marksmen shot with deadly accuracy, hitting and killing many of the Skaven. The most badly hit units panicked and fled, trying to get out of the firing line of the deadly archers. The charging units collided with the fleeing ones and the whole charge was demolished. Lashific and his rat ogre managed to avoid serious injury, unlike many of his fellow Skaven. The elves, seizing their opportunity, moved their archers to the side to allow the cavalry behind them to charge into the disorganized rat-men. Many of the Skaven fled, only to be cut down by the elven horsemen. Lashifics pack group was charged by at least thirty of the elf horsemen, but the monstrous beasts managed to hold off the elves.
“Charge!”
The second wave of horsemen charged in. it was then that Zarink’s real plan came into action. The whole army moved back, revealing another clan: Clan Skrye. After a last minute meeting with some warlocks from clan Skrye, Zarink had managed to get five warp lighting cannons to use against the elves. The elves thought that only five cannons wouldn’t damage their full army too badly. They were wrong; all five cannons fired in unison, punching gaping holes through the ranks of horsemen. After five firing “sessions” the cavalry had been completely obliterated. Unfortunately for the Skaven, as the main army charged in, one cannon over-heated.
The release mechanism locked shut, and the whole machine exploded in a massive green fireball. In a sort of horrible Mexican wave, the other warp lightening cannons were caught in the explosion and exploded as well. The front rank of giant rat packs suffered heavy casualties. As both sides readied themselves for the next charge, Lashific knew that this was the price of packing the warp lightening cannons into such a close formation was death. The close formation meant that the crews could communicate with each other to focus shooting, but to lose one like that was to loss them all. Zarink, who was near to Lashifics pack-group, tried to lift the sprit of the troops with a little joke.
“Be certain-sure, underlings that many slaves death-died in the previous engagement”.
Surprisingly, this helped the Skaven cope a little better. The elves were having their infantry charging now so, as response, the Skaven charged as well. The two forces rushed into combat where suddenly, zarink come forward from the back rank into the fighting rank. The captain of war-dancer stopped his death-dance to lift his blade to zarink in a challenge.
“Meet my blades in combat, loathsome creature”
At this, the fighting around them stopped as all the troops watched their leaders.
“You, elf-thing, dear to challenge the great zarink faster of clan Moulder? I accept, yes-yes!”
For a Skaven to accept a challenge was rather rare, as most Skaven were far too cowardly to let even the chance of death come upon them. Zarink must be pretty confident, thought Lashific as he watched the two warriors circle each other.
Zarink sneered at the war-dancer.
“No dancing elf can stop zarink faster, no-no!” screamed zarink as he conjured a massive ball of lighting in his hand. The war-dancer leapt at him, but zarink caught him in mid air with the lighting ball. The blast sent the war-dancer high into the air, but he managed to land on his feet just in front of the seer. Smiling, zarink raised his hand again. In it he held another lightning ball.
“Oh…”
That was all the war-dancer managed to say before the lightning smashed into his head. The blast shattered he skull of the war-dancer as he was flung straight into his comrades, dead. There was silence for a few seconds as the elves realised what had happened. Many of them fled, leaderless, back to their forest home. The few that stayed were over powered quickly by the war-crazed Skaven.
Victorious, the Skaven began to leave. They had proved their point to the elves and they hadn’t suffered major casualties yet, so now was a good time to go.
Lashific was extremely pleased with his rat ogre and in turn, Zarink was pleased with Lashific. He had seen Lashific and his beast in combat and had been very impressed. Lashific would soon be given, by Zarink, control of a small band of warriors mainly consisting of Clanrats. But because Lashific’s first ogre had been a success he, from now on, had to make his rat ogres in the “public” pits. This forced the rat ogres to compete for food and shelter. This made better fighting beasts then rat ogres brought up alone. Lashific would use his first beast as a personal bodyguard from now on. Lashific continued to create creatures with great success, having only a few failures.
As Lashific enjoyed success as a pack-master, Clan Eshin was planning, plotting. They thought that Fluxose had killed the assassin, when in fact the assassin had been killed by Lashifics first rat ogre. Eshin wouldn’t stand for this.
Moulder had been too successful for too long. Only one thing would do: an assassination. The lust Eshin had for success was so great that the thirteen night-lords would be the ones doing most of the assassinations. The council of thirteen didn’t know that this would happen. The assassination would take place at the council hall where the dread night-lord would kill the Moulder representative from the roof of the hall. The plans were finished on the day before the meeting.
“Good-great luck dread night-lord”
The dread night-lord didn’t reply, he turned and left to travel to the council hall at Skaven-blight.
***
The council meeting wasn’t going well. The battle report from grey seer Zarink was interrupted by the representative of Eshin repeatedly. The seer quickly became very annoyed with the Eshin lord and threw a rock at him. The Eshin lord did nothing apart from saying:
“Stand up…”
Zarink was confused, certain he had heard wrong. As he stood up he replied to the curious comment.
“What did you talk-say to me?”
Then it happened: the throwing stars flew down from the roof of the hall, smacking into the grey seers back.
“Treachery!”
It was all Zarink managed to say before he fell to the ground, quite dead.
The council ended there and then. All the remaining members ran away to be back with their respective clans.
Clan Moulder hadn’t had such a loss in at least an age. The leaders of the clan were now calling all their favours and arming theirs troops for out right war. Unlike the last battle, where only about a half of the clan had fought, the whole clan was fighting. Ever single Skaven was prepared for the war and were all hungry for vengeance. Lashific was going to lead his band of warriors to battle, so he was given much better gear.
His short sword and whip were replaced by a stolen gromril broad sword and massive snake skin whip that was over three metres long and ended in a cruel barb.
Lashific was told to take his rat ogre and his group by the under-network to the Clan Moulder-controlled warren pintamce. The warren pintamce was located just south of the Eshin main HQ. Leading his group, Lashific winded through the tunnels, encouraging the chanting Clanrats to move faster.
“Come-come, Moulder warrior-soldiers, to death-kill the Eshin traitors”

The tunnels were lit with various torches jammed in to the walls at irregular intervals. The group Lashific was leading made it to the warren pintamce without any trouble. The warren was deserted, just as Lashific had hoped. The warren arrived at the surface deep inside a dark, lifeless cave. Once there, Lashific began ordering the Clanrats around, getting them to fortify the warren.
“You there! Slush-toe! Locate-find some wood. You, ears-big, scout around for any signs of clan eshin.”
Lashific liked the place of authority he was in, and he didn’t want to lose it. Once the fortifications were complete, Lashific and his group waited in the warren for orders. After about an hour a massager arrived at the warren, panting slightly as he gave the note to Lashific. Having done his task, the messenger turned and left. The note Lashific had told him that he was to move his group north thirteen hundred paces where he should meet with another group. Once there, the two groups were to move, as one, to the eshin temple dark-fear, and set alight the temple. Once the temple was ablaze, the groups would split. Lashific group would move to the smaller temple to the south of dark-fear. The other group would from there on kill anything that left the temple.
After getting the attention of his warriors, Lashific told them what they had to do. Lashific then led them out of the cave into the open. In the light, Lashific could make out the group he was meeting. But why were they so close? Something was wrong. Lashific immediately ordered the troops back into the warren. From there, Lashific watched the group in the distance coming closer. The other group was being chased by Orcs! The green skins must have ambushed them. The panicked group was being cut down by the savage Orcs extremely quickly.
Ordering his troops into a block formation, Lashific drew his sword. Once the Orcs were almost in the cave, Lashific ordered his troops into a charge. The two forces meet just out side the cave, where the fleeing Skaven pushed through Lashifics group into the cave. His troops charge was smashed apart by the cowards! Lashific raised his sword high before swinging it down, smashing an Orcs choppa’ in half. The handle end was dropped by the savage. The point end was caught by Lashific in mid air and rammed into the Orcs eyes. Blinded, the Orc swing wildly at Lashific with his other weapon, which Lashific ducked nimbly. Bringing his sword up in a sweeping arc, Lashific managed to cut through the Orc’s heart, killing him instantly. Looking around, Lashific could see his troops were faltering against the tough Orc savages.
“Rookies,” breathed Lashific as he swung round his gromril sword in a bloody arc. Even the Orcs couldn’t withstand the awesome power of the blade Lashific wielded in his hands. The weapon seemed to glow an evil green colour each time it claimed another life. Lashific continued swinging his weapon around wildly as he ploughed through the Orcs.
Laughing madly, Lashific swung his blade around his head, cleaving the last Orc in half. Breathing heavily, Lashific gazed around at his troops.
Most of them were already looting the dead. Placing his sword back in its sheath on his back, Lashific got his troops moving again towards the meeting point. The other group eventually caught up with them at the point. As the troops readied themselves, Lashific conversed with the other leader, Sculptite.
“You know why-why the Orc-things attack you?” Lashific whispered.
“The Orc-things just ambushed us, yes-yes!”
“We will deal with the Orc-things later, yes-yes! Now we must burn the Eshin temple-place”
Setting off once more, the troops continued on towards the temple. The temple was black, bulky and, by the looks of it, unguarded. Starting a small fire near the temple entrance, Lashific grabbed a branch out of the blaze and threw it at the wooden building. This is too easy, thought Lashific as he watched the temple entrance become enveloped in flame. For no apparent reason Lashific turned. His gaze was met by a black-clad gutter runner. Instantly Lashific threw a clanrat in the Skaven path. The pathetic trooper was cut down instantly by the black-clad Skaven. Lashific used the seconds the dead clanrat had gained him to get out his sword and bring it crashing down into the Eshin Skaven in a single movement. The gutter runner parried the blow, knocking the weapon back. Lashific stumbled from the blow, falling to the ground. The Clanrats stepped between him and the gutter runner, where a bloody fight began.
As the Eshin gutter runner was cut down, at least a hundred more appeared form various hiding places to join the fight. At the sight of them, the Moulder troops scattered, leaving the gutter runners to their now blazing temple. The fleeing troops were cut down as they ran, and a dropped mace collided with the head of the fallen Lashific, knocking him out…
The war on Clan Eshin went horribly wrong. The few fighters left in Lashific’s group that had escaped the fiasco were ambushed and killed. Lashific was lost; when his troops had scattered; there was nothing they could gain from fighting the Eshin elites. Eshin had won. The few, if any, Moulder rat-men back at hell pit would be quickly overwhelmed. Lashific sat up, rubbing his aching head. Looking around, he saw nothing but the smouldering temple dark-fear. When the fight had broken out, Lashific had lost his rat ogre. After scouting around for a bit, he found his rat ogre about quarter of a mile from dark-fear.
After getting a bit more distance between him and the temple, Lashific decided that his rat ogre needed a name. As he walked, leash in hand, Lashific viewed the beast. It needed a name that suited it. A name to be remembered by the under-empire and beyond. A name that men would fear to speak! Yes, thought Lashific, Kazeran would fit nicely. In the Skaven tongue, Kazeran means: executioner of the traitors. Gazing at the newly named Kazeran, Lashific wondered what to do next. He knew he should return to the hell pit. But to go alone would be suicide. Eshin will be their by now, they had maybe even captured the place! Lashific needed help. He needed an army. Wandering down a dirt path, Lashific tried to figure out where he was. It was getting dark, and Lashific had actually never been in this region before. Finding a low-hanging tree, Lashific tied Kazeran to another tree close-by before carrying him self to the sagging tree and collapsing on the ground…
It was early morning when Lashific woke. Sitting up, Lashific gazed at his sleeping bodyguard. Kazeran was breathing heavily; he was probably still tired, thought Lashific, Best not to wake him. Climbing to his feet, Lashific had a look around the area for any other Skaven but found none. By the time he was back, Kazeran was awake. Uniting his leash, Lashific and Kazeran continued on their way.
It wasn’t until about noon when something of any excitement happened. The duo had been travelling all day when they came onto a road.
They were no longer alone. A massive Empire convoy was passing down the road, travelling east. But only one thing in the convoy had the pack-master’s attention: the steam tank. The massive iron contraption was powered by steam which was being ejected out of a massive funnel at the top of the tank, its caterpillar tracks creaking gently as the tank passed the spot where Lashific and Kazeran had hidden. Lashific wanted that tank.
He tied Kazeran to a nearby tree before planning how to go about stealing the tank. The tank was at the back of the group, guarded only by five soldiers. Just after they passed Lashific’s hiding spot, he drew his sword and stepped into the open. The five men were walking side by side about five metres behind the tank. Easy, thought Lashific.
“Man-things!”
The first man had just enough time to turn around before Lashific sliced his stomach open. The second man aimed a kick at Lashific which he dodged. Switching the direction of his stroke, Lashific brought up the sword in an arc, killing the man. The convoy turned a corner, leaving behind the three men left. Stepping back, Lashific could see the anger in the man-things eyes. All three of them charged at once, but Lashific jumped back again, bringing his sword back, point facing the men. Lashific then lunged forward again, stabbing out with his sword. One man fell but the second one deflected the blow. A sword swung at his stomach as Lashific leapt aside, dodging it, but not fast enough; the blade sliced into the side of Lashific stomach. Lashific fell to the ground, his free hand clamped to his wound. From the ground Lashific kicked at both of the men’s groins. Both men collapsed to the ground face down. Ignoring the searing pain in his side, Lashific got back up, slamming his sword into one of the men. The last man got up.
“Die, monster!”
He again charged at Lashific. His last action; Lashific blocked his downward smash and drove his own sword into the mans neck. Blood flowed from the mans wounds as he fell to the ground with the others. Without waiting, Lashific ran after the tank.
It hadn’t got far: the tracks had jammed on a big rock. They had just fixed it and were about to get moving again when Lashific leapt onto the back of the tank. Grasping at the many nicks and crannies on the tank, Lashific waited until the tank moving again before hoisting himself up onto the top of it. The hatch wasn’t locked, as Lashific found out. Staring up at him was an engineer, a stunned look on his face. Lashific, without a word, brought his sword down on the mans head. Now that the man was dead, Lashific pulled out his body and threw it over onto the road. Jumping in the tank and shutting the hatch, Lashific began trying to figure out how to control the machine.
After a bit of trial and error he found out how to move and how to fire the tanks weapon, a massive flame thrower. Opening the throttle, Lashific rushed caught up with the rest of the convoy. Pushing a big red button, Lashific opened fire on the convoy. Instantly a massive ball of fire was hurled from the gun barrel at the front of the tank. The fire ball exploded on impact, killing almost all the men on foot. The tank had been the solitary defence of the convoy so nothing else could fight back.
A few men leapt out of their own vehicles to try to run, but they were all caught in a massive ball of fire that none could survive. Watching the men burn, Lashific suddenly knew how to win back the favour of Clan Skrye. He would first have to make his way to the Skrye head-quarters first, though. Lashific was still lost, but he decided to follow the road. Realising that Kazeran was still back at the tree, Lashific manipulated the controls, turning the tank around. Soon Lashific jumped out of the tank to find Kazeran. The beast was still tied to the tree where he had left him. Untying him from the tree, Lashific lead Kazeran over to the tank.
He was far too big to fit in it, so inside wasn’t an option: Lashific tied Kazeran to the side of the tank, hoping as he climbed back inside the tank that the rat ogre would be smart enough to not get its legs crushed by the tanks caterpillar tracks. Lashific pushed forward one of the many throttles, causing the tank to start moving again.
Through the small viewing window at the front, Lashific watched for any sign of life as he passed the convoy but their was nothing but burning corpses and Kazeran walking beside the tank. Satisfied, Lashific brought his gaze back on to the road. After they had travelled about five miles, the sun was starting to set, and the road began to change; it had been a dirt path, but now it was paved. Looking to the horizon, Lashific realised he was back in familiar territory.
He had just entered Brentonia. From here, Lashific knew he could find home. He wasn’t going to fight; he just wanted to see what had happened to his only home. Giving the tank to Skrye was gone from his mind, and so was any thought of strategy. He just wanted to be home.
Steering the tank off the road that lead to a man-thing city and onto the plains, Lashific searched for the cave that had within it, the secret entrance to the hell pit.
Finding what looked like a massive boulder, Lashific steered the tank through a hole in apparently solid rock. The hole was massive but covered in vines and excruciatingly hard to find for any but a Skaven of Clan Moulder. Inside Lashific could see a fight had taken place here. Blood was all over the floor of the cave. Dropped weapons were everywhere. Strangely no bodies were lying there. Lashific knew that getting in undetected would be imposable. Stopping just inside the cave, Lashific climbed out and untied Kazeran.
“Life-live up to your name, killer-executioner of the traitors, yes-yes!”
Climbing back in the tank, Lashific locked the hatch, with one thought on his mind: revenge. Eshin will pay for what they have done! Throwing open the throttle, the tank lurched forward, smashing apart the warren. Lashific, caring not for who or what was in the tunnel, rushed forward in the tank, firing the tanks weapon as he went. As he entered the cavern where Zarink had reported to Clan Moulder, Lashific gasped with horror.
The whole clan was there. Thousands of gutter runners, hundreds of assassins and countless Clanrats. Overcome with rage, Lashific fired the flame thrower. The first blast he shot was a warning shot. The warning was this: prepare to die! Lashific saw Kazeran rush forward and start ripping apart the Eshin force. Lashific took care to not shoot him but other than that he just fired at anything that moved. The Eshin traitors rushed forward to take out the tank but they were rewarded for their stupidity by being run over by the blood crazed Lashific.
“die-die, traitor-things!” screamed Lashific from inside the tank as he fired one devastating shot after another. A few had climbed onto the top of the tank and were trying to force it open. Lashific could hear the hatch creaking as they wrenched at the metal. Scared, Lashific drew his sword, still shooting with his other hand. With a massive screech, the hatch flung open. Lashific declared himself dead silently when a wave of heat rolled over him. Looking up quickly, Lashific just saw a beam of lightning fly past, obliterating the Skaven on top of the tank. Skrye! Hoping they hadn’t been aiming at the tank, Lashific stopped firing so he could concentrate on the task at hand. More Skaven were leaping onto the tank trying to get at him. Again a beam of lightning pummelled the traitors. Stabbing at them with his sword, Lashific could just hear an electronically amplified voice shriek,
“Shut-close the hatch-door!”
Slamming shut the now broken hatch and holding it down, Lashific wondered what was about to happen. He didn’t know that Skrye’s latest invention, “The Bang”, was about to be unleashed Lashific, through the front screen of the tank, could see a massive sphere of warpstone fall from the cavern roof. When it hit the ground the whole cavern shook as colossal explosion tore through it. There was silence for a second before the roof fell on the unfortunate Eshin warriors.
The screams of the dying could be heard by Lashific from inside the heavily armoured tank. Luckily the tank was not too badly hit by the falling boulders and earth. It was dented a bit and the tracks wouldn’t respond, but thankfully it hadn’t exploded.
Climbing out, Lashific saw Kazeran. The poor beast had been hit by a falling boulder. It looked like, to Lashific, that his spine was broken. Heaving to get the boulder off his back, Lashific didn’t see the engineer behind him,
“Machine-tank broken?”
Lashific jumped around to face the engineer, tears in his eyes. The engineer couldn’t understand why the pack-master was so sad.
“Why you sad-cry?”
Lashific solemnly pointed to the broken body of Kazeran.
“Your war-fight beast?”
Lashific nodded. “My one-first”
“He got-has name, yes-yes?”
Lashific nodded again “Kazeran was his name-name”
A glint came across the engineers eyes.
“Is his name-name, pack-master, is”
Lashific could tell what the engineer was thinking.
“You can get-bring him to live-life?”
This time the engineer nodded.
“I can, yes-yes!”
The engineer looked around before adding
“Where is room-lab?”
“I show you, yes-yes! Help-aid me carry Kazeran”
Together, they heaved the body of Kazeran off the ground carried him off to Lashific lab.
Entering the lab and putting down Kazeran on a massive stone bench, Lashific and the engineer looked at each other. Lashific spoke first.
“What we require-need?”
“Many things yes-yes!”
Lashific pointed to his storage cupboards, and the engineer ran to them, picking through the myriad of things to find what ever he was looking for.
“You wait outside, yes-yes! The warpstone fumes might-will harm-hurt you!”
Lashific considered refusing, but when the engineer got out some of the pure warpstone he left, not returning until the engineer called him.
Entering the lab again, Lashific saw his bodyguard in his cage through the open door. The engineer stood by the portal, gesturing inside.
“Look-see, he’s snooze-sleeping at the moment”
Kazeran was different; his sword-arm had fibres all over it like some sort of spider web. His face was covered in skalm, a healing paste. But the most notable thing was his back and stomach. The stomach had been skinned completely by the engineer; in the skin’s place was a heavy iron chain mail. Kazerans spine was bulging strangely, but as Lashific looked at the engineer, a quizzical look on his face, he explained.
“His back-spine had to be replaced, yes-yes! He has a steel spine now!” squeaked the engineer
Looking back at Kazeran, Lashific knew that the engineer had done an extremely good job. Then he notices another thing. The creatures left paw now had a strange pipe contraption that feed wires into the creature’s brain.
“What is the tube-pipe thing?”
The engineer looked at him silently for a second before answering.
“Warp flame-fire thrower”
Lashific now knew that he had taken back all his negative feelings towards the warlock engineers of clan Skrye.
Thanking the engineer as he left, Lashific wondered what he could do next. His clan was decimated beyond all hope of repair.
Lashific didn’t know that as he thought, a massive meteor was falling from the sky, towards Talaheim. A meteor that consisted of the most chaotic substance in the universe: Warpstone.
Suddenly the engineer burst into the lab
“Lashific pack-master! My friend-allies back at my home-lab have detected something!”
“What-what is it?”
“They didn’t tell-say but they did talk-say that it is very-most exciting!”
“Where is your home-lab?”
“Underground the human-thing city Talaheim”
“what-why there?”
“Over a million rat-things there!”
After getting Kazeran up and leashed, he raced after the engineer.
“How far to Talaheim?”
“We-I have a warp matter teleporter!”
“Here-here?”
“Yes-yes!”
Following the engineer, Lashific could see the blue contained in a massive metal orb. The engineer grabbed his hand and ran into the bubble. The whole world stretched around the three figures as they were flung through the warp…


Part three: Death of the traitors

With a “pop!” they all landed in a lab. It was like Lashifics lab but more high-tech.
Lashific was just taking in his surroundings when another engineer ran out from the shadows, screaming about a meteor. The two engineers walked away to another part of the lab and conversed quickly. Confused, Lashific led Kazeran around the lab, looking at all the weird wonders. A massive orb that was glowing an off white colour. Massive sparks of blue electricity were contained inside the orb, throwing moving shadows all over the room.
Lashific reached forward to touch it when the whole room began rock. Falling on his back, Lashific became dazed. Suddenly he sensed something and stood up. The two engineers were looking at a small dish that was glowing like the orb had been.
“Warpstone levels in the city-place have just increased much-more!” shrieked the engineer. The one that had helped Lashific ran over to him.
“We-us think that the rock-meteor may have warpstone on it”
Looking over to the now painfully bright dish again, he added,
“Maybe the whole thing was made-consist of warpstone”
Lashific then had a thought.
“Lead me to the sewers”
The engineers could see the determination on his face and didn’t question him. They simple pointed to a hatch on the floor.
“You climb down, you see-find sewers”
Without a word, Lashific opened the hatch and climbed down. The ladder he was using was old and rusting but seemed strong. The ladder continued for about one hundred feet before it ended. Letting go, Lashific fell into a river. A green river, with small green specks of dust it. The river was slightly sludgy but still flowing fast. Swimming to the side and grasping onto another ladder Lashific managed to pull him out of the tainted water. Just as he thought, the warpstone in the meteor had seeped into the sewers.
It is debated by so-called “senile old poets” how the rat-men came to be. Some say they came from the northern chaos wastes, others say they are a mutation of man. Another theory is that the Skaven came from true rats. Rats that were mutated by warpstone.
Lashific, looking at the warpstone-water, smiled malevolently. The engineers had told him that a million rats lived here; at least half of them must live in the sewer. Five hundred thousand rats, at least. A good sized clan, thought Lashific evilly. The newly formed Skaven would be dumb, mouldable.
Lashific ran down the side of the tunnel, trying to find where the rat-things were. The sewer was getting wider as he walked, he noted thoughtfully. Eventually, the tunnel ended in a dead end. There they were: At least five hundred thousand rats. Thinking about what to say, Lashific decided he needed a title, a good one to.
“Skaven-things of Talaheim, I am the strong-mighty Lashific the dominator!”
Many of the Skaven were instantly impressed by the mighty figure before them, but some where less sure. Lashific got out his snake-skin whip, lashing it as he spoke,
“You are to follow-obey me!”
Lashific hadn’t expected that that statement would work, and he was right. The Skaven began to protest.
“You no big-large boss!”
Sensing that he was losing control of the situation, Lashific grabbed a protesting Skaven, and ran it through with his gromril sword. The Skaven hung limp on Lashifics blade. With a swing of his sword, Lashific hurled the dead rat-man over the heads of the others. They all watched him in silence as he spoke again.
“I will guide-lead and you-all will follow. The horned one has blessed-holy you and you all disagree-protest?”
“What-who?”
Lashific then continued to tell them all about the horned rat and the Skaven race. He also told them about the greater clans and Clan Moulder’s war on Clan Eshin.
“And now-now clan Eshin has forsaken the horned one!” Lashific lied. “They are the heretics of the Skaven, yes-yes!”
Lashific paused to look at the figures before him: they were hanging on his every word. They were being bent to his will.
“And now, through traitor-treachery, eshin has wiped out-killed most my sacred clan. My clan, and the horned one himself, need your help-aid to destroy the filthy Eshin!”
One of the braver Skaven of the group stepped forward to speak.
“We will no-not rest until Eshin resided in the utter-dark, yes-yes!”
The others all screamed approval.
“Now” said Lashific “for Moulder!”
“For Moulder!” the Skaven cried.
Lashific turned to lead the way, but stopped, realising he didn’t know how to get there.
“What do us-we do now?”
Lashific looked down to reply.
“We will loot-fight Talaheim for supplies, yes-yes!”
Screaming obscenities, the massive horde poured forward to loot the city that had been their home. Lashific only had to step out of the way and his new army was fighting the surprised guards. First a giant meteor hits the ground, now giant rats! What a day for the poor man-things. By nightfall the city was theirs. Finding a fountain, Lashific jumped on top of it to talk to the army he had “made”.
“Take what you need-want! Take it whole-all!”
The Skaven ran to loot the now infested city. They had left Lashific as un-armoured and unarmed army. The one that stood before him now was anything but. They were carrying knifes, sword, daggers, and many other things that could barely count as weapons. Most were wearing leather clothing, but a few had found a blacksmiths shop. Now the troops were ready, Lashific pointed to them all.
“For moulder! For the horned one!” he cried
His army swept around the fountain rushing towards their goal: the Hell Pit.
***
After several days, Lashific knew his army was nearing hell pit. Kazeran, who had followed Lashific obediently, was panting as he walked along side his master. Calling for a break, Lashific sat on a tree stump. What was that mass? A mirage?
Skrye had once again proved their faithfulness to Moulder. They were joining Moulder after a fight had broken out over warpstone with the Eshin lords. The Skrye brought with them quite a lot of troops. Namely three thousand Clanrats and one thousand poisoned wind globadiers, fifty warp lightning cannons and thirty warp fire throwers. Leading them was the engineer that had saved Kazeran. Lashific was overjoyed.
“You come to aid-help us?”
“Yes-yes! We will crush-kill eshin together!”
Lashific ordered his troops to get moving again and talked tactics with the engineer. Before the tactic talk began, though, the engineer told Lashific his name.
“Arcinfire”
As they suspected, the eshin battle line mainly consisted of assassin triads and gutter runners.
Ordering the troops into a ferocious charge, Lashific prayed to the horned one. Watching his troops from the back, Lashific saw his undisciplined soldiers being massacred by their elite enemies.
“Send in the rat ogres!” cried Lashific, gesturing wildly to the Skaven he had appointed to take care of his many creations.
“Release them!” he yelled as the make do pack masters untied the beasts.
As his unholy war beasts lumbered towards the battle, Lashific called for his troops to get back quickly. The eshin, unable to see the monstrosities through the moulder troops, thought they had won and chased after the “defeated” Skaven. The monsters ran straight through Lashifics troops into the tightly bunched eshin ones. Horribly mutated rats tore through the horrified Skaven. Tentacles grabbed screaming assassins off the ground before plunging them into bloated, disgusting mouths. Giant rat ogres over ten feet tall simply walked through sweeping with their hulking claws, ploughing a bloody path through the now panicking troops. Sensing victory was near; Lashifics troops readied them selves to charge the hated foe. Lashific screeched at them not to while nodding at arcinfire. Arcinfire, turning to his troops, ordered them to prepare to fire.
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sorry for the double post but it was too long...


The remaining Eshin troops had finally finished most of the unnatural creations of Lashific.
Then the fire came. Great sweeping arcs of fire flew high into the air before smashing down onto the Eshin soldiers. Beating at their burning bodies as their fell to the ground, many of them never got up. The remaining troops were less then pleased when they saw the warp lightning cannons prepare to fire. Desperate, they charged at the war machines.
The cannons unleashed their fury when the unfortunate Eshin warriors were only twenty metres away. The deadly lightning broke their charge, and Lashific and his army saw the opportunity and took it. The many wounded and scared Eshin elites were slaughtered within seconds.
Lashific, seeing an assassin, dived at him, sword raised over his head. The assassin heard him and blocked his blow. Lashific was knocked to the ground by a swift kick to the chest. Lying on his back, Lashific could only watch in shock as the assassin planted a foot on his chest and drew a gleaming, jagged katana. Raising it high, the assassin flicked back his head, shaking off his hood. Turning his head back down, Lashific saw his murderer was to be the dread night lord.
“You!” was all Lashific could manage to say.
“Me…” was all that the night lord said.
Lashific could only watch the shining blade that was to be his death. All his life had come to this, and now his life was over.
The sword fell, plunging into Lashifics chest. Gasping in pain and shock, Lashifics vision became blurry. Time seemed to slow as the night lord pulled out the blade with a sucking sound.
As he prepared to strike again, the Eshin lord failed to see Kazeran behind him. The massive beast, which had been with Lashific until the last charge, grabbed the lord’s head, lifting him into the air. Lashific, dazed and dying, watched Kazeran as he brought the struggling lord up into the air. With a snarl, Kazeran brought the Skaven’s head smashing down into the ground with a dull thud.
The hard earth was unforgiving on the night lord, and the first blow cracked his skull almost in half. Kazeran raised him up again, before throwing him back down. With a massive snarl, Kazeran stomped down hard on the Skavens neck, crushing his wind pipe instantly. Weak from the pain he was in, Lashific fainted……


Epilogue

Clan moulder won the battle against Eshin, but the cost was obvious to all. Lashific the Dominator, as he was known by his army, was mortally wounded by the dread night lord. Kazeran, the executioner of the traitors, killed the night lord. The war hungry Clan Moulder army slaughtered Eshin to the man, and Moulder regained the Hell Pit. Clan Moulder still has an alliance with Clan Skrye, and Clan eshin, being completely exterminated, lost its status as one of the greater clans. The vacancy is still yet to be filled. Arcinfire was able to save Lashific from death through extremely extensive surgery and warpstone use. Once he had recovered fully, Lashific gained a seat at the council, replacing the late Zarink fester. Clan Moulder is currently the most powerful of all clans, seconded closely by Skrye. With two of the greater clans now united, the time of the great ascendancy is close now. Closer then ever………


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Wow that was a bloody good read.

Particularly seeing as i never liked eshin...
well done keep it up
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thanks the ratty seer. how long did it take to read?

sorry but thats all for lashifics story. im thinking of doing one for each of the characters in my army. {assasin, warlord, warlock engineer} master moulder is ticked off the list though so only 3 to go!

did you know my lashific story is ocer 60000 characters long?

of course you didnt
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You were right it did take me about 30 minutes to read. although i didn't read it flat out. so if some one was to go at it without a break they could knock it off in about 20-25 minutes (if you read fast)
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i read the whole thing in about 25 minutes, and i have to say WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


go lashfick!!! go moulder!!!!!!!!! :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: :rogre: *bsb* (skaven)
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how dear you! its lashific! not lashifick. no freaking k.

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thats actually "no K" reapeated about 250 times

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Listening is also a difficult to do, isn't it? Remember the private message I had sent you a week ago on the quality of your posts?... Then stick to my advice and don't force me to take actions neither of us wish to see happening.

Thread remains open, but next time I'll begin closing them when you repeat these actions.

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I concur.

lashific, this is the LAST time I'll tolerate such a pointless post in the Fanfic section. If I thought that you were doing it to deliberately bump your story to the top of the pile I'd close the thread in an instant. This is your last warning.

If you want to plug your epic, I suggest you sig the link to it. That way, wherever you post people will be able to jump to it.

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since the last reply, about 100 people have looked at this topic, but why are there no new replies. :o i no its long but try reading it in a few {maybe three} sessions. anyway, thnx to u all who have read it! im planning on making a second novelia on skaven. any requests?

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im planning on making a second novelia on skaven. any requests?

Yes. Post it in a new topic. :)

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