Roughly 8150 words
This has been trickier than the previous stories to write. Mainly due to lack of drive to actually work on it. But thats in the past now as here it be! And as is very common for me at least with these stories this has ballooned to be far larger than I intended. The basic idea was to have a 'short' in between episode information dump that would move all the named rattos, and other races, into their needed positions to make the Bretonnia adventure fit in well. But well...It didn't end up short. But I do like how this turned out. I hope you all do as well :)

A helpful list of names that have been mentioned a few who are yet to show up properly;
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52981118/

Featuring from other lovely fans of Warhammer; (Not all show up in every entry, but just for records sake)
 ChaosEye - Kritch Deeptaker, Grey Seer.
 Kurbon - Mormel, Grey Seer.
 Corrsk - Tweek Firecrest and Skur/Sweek, Engineer and his assistants.
https://twitter.com/VileHound_ - Asphodel, Extraplanar goodboi.

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Four days until march begins.

Gilm
"Is Enket awake-up yet Voch?" Word would grumble around from around the damp cloth wrapped around his head. Glasses, that he now noticed had a crack on them from Haskirs punch, slipped into a pocket as he moved toward Gilms record room. Even more of a reason to grumble. Voch doing his best to follow after Chief and Kekkan as he shook his head.

"Not yet Chief. Still out-drained from Seer-Master Mormels spell." Chief grumbling some more as he took a moment to lean against the wall.

"Hopefully nothing lasting about that spell. Let me know when he is awake-up. And you will be going with him on the mission-task." Voch gulping as he tapped his fingers together. "To Bread-man-thing lands. So be sure you finish-complete your work before then."

"Y...yes Chief-chief!"

"And Voch." Chief stopping before the door to his personal chamber as he turned and swayed a bit on his feet. Seeing stars and all sorts of colors as one of his hands slid around the door behind him to grab hold of the handle for support. "Get train-time too. More important than the work. I don't want you not coming back from mission-task." Probing a loose tooth as he sucked in a breath. "Too valuable-useful." Before he half stumbled back into his quarters. His voice squeaking around the door before he closed it.

"Send for Veskatt - tomorrow we'll talk about Haskir. Now I rest-sleep." Before thunk and click. How Veskatt was going to get in now would be a question for the herb-rat to figure out as Voch turned to Kekkan and gave a half hearted shrug.

"Meeting went that well did it-it?" Kekkan making a few faces in sequence; rage, confusion, contemplation, before just nodding.

"I mean I guess-suppose? No-one important died?"

"Did someone unimportant?"

"Not this time no. Just lots of initial scheme-plans and Seer-Masters bickering."

"And no-one died? Huh...Well good. What do you know about the Bread-man-thing plan?" Kekkan turning as he adjusted the strap that held his shield on his back and headed away from Words quarters back into Gilms halls.

"Only that it will involve a festival-celebration. That we are going to crash-eat." A little bit of hand rubbing together. "Hopefully many weak-man-things to eat."

"Hopefully not many soldier-things in the way. Cause uhhhh..." He held up his tiny arms and hands. "Not you-you." Kekk reaching over to punch Vochs' shoulder in camaraderie! Bumping him against the wall.

"Well lucky for you-you I think Chief will have a separate mission-task for you-you and Enket. So you'll have to only deal with...ugh. Haskir," growling at the bully that struck his Chief. "For a little." Voch seemed to be smart enough to not ask a stupid question about who Haskir was to an annoyed Kekkan. Though it helped that Word had mentioned them before. So the slave would just nod and scamper to catch up to the Stormvermin before he turned a corner.

"I'll go and get-summon Veskatt." He squeaked as Kekk nodded.

"Good-good, I'll go get-consume some delicious food!" And the two went their separate ways for now. One dreading and one looking forward to the upcoming training! Though Voch had to take another detour when there was a knock at Gilms main door. Adjusting his new orange shawl as he diverted. And he quickly moved over so the proper clanrat could continue with his organization of report orders. Peaking through the porthole to see a Stormvermin waiting at the door? How odd. But pulling the large door open quickly revealed what was going on. It was Mormels Stormvermin, who wanted Voch to pass along a message to Word about a calming time with the Seer if it was needed. Voch just nodding and pulling out a small flipbook to write that down. Trying not to pay attention when the Stormie called him an adorable little worker-slave. Before Voch agreed to pass on the message and closed and secured the door. Before it was off to find out where Veskatt had hidden himself around the place. Probably with his face in the dirt or drink again.


Skeek
The same Stormie then moved over to Skeeks door and then quickly stepped back when a punch blade was swung at his throat. A few of the black hairs from his neck shorn off before the leader stopped and just went to glaring. "Where are my sneak-rats! Gilm made me lose three and now two of my best-rats! Where?!" Sneke didn't seem to be the best mood to have things explained to him. Death gripping the punch dagger as he was. But Mormels rat kept his cool and held up a symbol of the majestic Seer himself. Causing Sneke to calm down slightly enough that he wasn't pointing the blade at him.

"Lord-Master Mormel and," sneering at the name. "Kritch Deeptaker have commandeered your two Skaven for an upcoming mission-assault." More glaring and shaking of the Eshin knock off blade. "You will be compensated and if they do well and, Lord-Master Mormel at least, will return Snopl."

"Token-goods won't make up for my lost personal!" Sneke hissed at the Skaul Skaven who just shrugged.

"If you would prefer-like you can get nothing. Just like you have now," gasp! So sassy! And it was so sassy that Sneke swung at the Stormvermins head again! But a small glow from his wrist, where a familiar to few leather wristlet was snugly wrapped, as his bracer snapped up and smacked the blade aside. "Nothing is what you will get-get then." Sneke just managing to hold onto his punch dagger as he returned to glaring and complaining.

"Did your damn-cursed Seer," naughty! "And The Maw take any of Gilms rats?! Or was I the only one so blessed by those gifts from the Seer-Masters?" Ooh someone was touchy. And with spending so much time around Mormel small bits of his attitude seemed to rub off on his Stormvermin as this one just smirked and leaned a bit to the side.

"If you mean-speak of just this meeting? Only your two little sneak-cutes." Checking out the claws on his leather manacled hand with a smirk. "But if you mean-speak in a more general-big sense? Seer-Master Mormel has taken young Enket for fun. And judging by how that youth squeak-squirmed," a half wink half smirk. "It won't be the last time."

Sneke didn't seem too interested in that however as he glared across the hallway at Gilms door. And he didn't seem to really pick up what the Stormie was putting down. Still glaring and baring his teeth at the smug Stormie. "So it was only me-me. And now I don't know what happened at that damned meeting!"

"Well you should have gone-seen yourself then huh-humm?" An easy stretch to the side to dodge the expected strike before Sneke tried to offer a retort.

"I was busy-engaged! With important clan-master duties!" Sure you were Sneke. And after a few seconds of silence the Eshin wanabe took a breath and added in a much more calm voice. "What happened?" The Stormie seemed much less smug now as he remembered Haskir and his brood showing up and really putting a downer on the whole thing. Before he squinted through his helmet. Was that actually how it happened? Mormel and, ugh, the Maw were close to exchanging zap-zaps with each other. But then again that wasn't Haskir who stopped them it was that Monk. Hed need to ask his Seer-Master about him later. "What scheme-plan? Two Seer-Masters and a Warlord don't show up for slave trading." Sneke asked again as the Stormie looked back and focused again.

"There is a scheme-plan. Four days from today, at least that's what the Mange chitter-said, you-you and the other clans here will join Mange for a raid-attack into Bread-man-thing lands." Sneke stopped at that and just stared. He clearly wasn't expecting all of that to just be laid on him like that. Before Mormels Stormie continued. "Warlord Haskir Longtooth will be sending some-rat along at some point to work out your requirement for the scheme-plan." The Stormie already holding up a hand to almost be over Snekes hooded muzzle. "Don't ask-demand from me-me. I'm not organizing this." Before he returned to a more neutral standing position leaning on his halberd. "Seer-Master Mormel will likely be sending Snopl along on the mission-task as well. And as said if he does well-good you will likely have him back."

Sneke letting out a breath as he flipped the punch dagger back and returned it to the brace of two more he had over his chest as his eyes roved around the entrance they were at. Muttering about 'demand-orders to fill' and 'two best-rats already in'. Which the Stormie took as his perfect que to leave as he gave an exaggerated and clearly farcical salute before he took a big step backwards leaving Sneke holding the door.

"Well just wait for the Tooth to show up. Maybe Master-Seer Mormel will find a good place for you-you too." With a last wink before he turned and jogged north toward the Skavenblight tunnel. He would need to be quick if he didn't want to have to walk back to Mormels base all day.


Skaul (Mormel)
Speaking of the softest and fluffiest Seer-Master he was currently taking a leisurely stroll around the extremities of Skavenblight proper. Getting equal looks of reverence and bowing or rage. But those fool-idiots who glared at him were surely just jealous of him! And Skaul. Seems like those nasty sneaky rumors of a capital to rival the great Blight were common here. Likely popularized by other Seers who were grumpy they didn't have the softest pillows and thickest slaves. Making Mormel shake his head as he half turned to follow the rope from his pocket to Snopls' muzzle. The gag removed with a slight lean back of his horns as the cloth fell to be resting around the Triads neck. Just in case it was needed again. As the large rat waited to be addressed. What a good minion already!

"Do you believe-hear rumors Snopl? Or do you need to wait-see evidence before you believe them?" The two currently surrounded, as you are in Skaven cities, by the rickety vertical constructions of their kind. Held aloft by faith and belief really. The Triad looking around a little before he looked at the ground and then replied.

"Ahh...umm...Well we-we trade in rumors often Seer-Master. So belief in them is up to the clients." That grey furred paw reaching out to lift up the Triads muzzle, not that he had far to raise as he was taller than Mormel, to smirk at him as Mormels thumb booped the bound rats wriggly nose.

"Ah but I asked about you-you. Not clients." Snople clearly not used to be treated like this as his arms gently pulled at the ropes holding them behind his back and his tail attempted to jiggle. But that just made it all the sweeter for the Seer. Finally shaking his head as he didn't look down again but clearly didn't want to meet Mormels gaze. Lad was worried about upsetting his better. Such good minion material!

"No-no Seer-Master. I only believe what I can confirm-know myself."

"Excellent!" Mormel turning and starting to walk off again, Snople tugged along by the rope connected to the rather simple rope harness around his torso that held his arms and tail snug. Snople keeping semi close to keep some slack in the rope so he wouldn't hopefully be pulled over. A bit more walking before the Seer spoke up again. "My Stormvermin should be returning soon then we shall Leap-skitter back to my little-warm abode. Is there anything you need besides what you are carrying for the mission you think?" Trying to look down at his light black armor before up at his green tinted Guandao over his shoulder the Triad tried to think and walk as best as he could before shaking his head again.

"No Seer-Master. All I need is my weapon and armor. The festival-party shall be swept aside."

"I like that confidence Snople, good mind-set!" Another pat on his cheek before Mormel leaned in and spoke more quietly. "It better be all you need for the mission-task. You will be keeping an eye on Brute-Tooth for me." A small spark leaping between two of the Seers fingers as the formally jovial mood seemed to vanish. "And both eyes you will keep-watch him always. Understood?" The large vermin wide eyes flicking between Mormels face and his hand as he nodded. And then the Seer was back to his normal standing position as he clapped. "Good-good! We can discuss more once we are back home. You have time to prepare...however you do that. And you'll soon learn to love-desire my hospitality." The Seer waving over his Stormvermin who huffed and puffed his way over as the Seer pulled out a warpstone token from another pocket before snapping his fingers in annoyance. "Damn! Both of you remind-tell me when we are home about Gilm-clans offer. I forgot to tell Chief Word about it, damn Kritch-maw and Worm-shit." Humming to himself. "Hopefully Chief-work will accept my offer of a calm-time. I can explain-chitter it then." Beckoning the two rats to get closer as he popped the token in his mouth and held his staff out at arms reach. "Come-come," he muttered around the sparking light leaking out from between his teeth. "This stuff-sparks isn't good eating." Snople blinking as he found his arms suddenly free. The rope snaking from around his torso to curl into a neat little loop on his belt. Snople quickly reaching back to grab his polearm before it hit the floor, slinging it over his chest, before quickly moving forward to grip that staff with both hands. The Stormvermin holding the staff below Snople as Mormel closed his eyes and pointed his head up. An arc of green lightning snooting up between his horns before it spiraled off into the air. All three closely grouped rats popping away in a snap of green light and a BAMF!

The area they used to occupy briefly clear of dirt and debris before a refuse cart rolled over it. Skavenblight continuing as it were as a few rats watched the spot before back to their daily grind. Though one slave carrying a grain sack seemed to watch it for slightly longer than the rest before he moved off too. Ears gently shaking with what he had heard.


Undermoon (Kritch)
"Now-now," Kritch directed from his perch in the large arms of Scrazz. "Don't have /too/ much fun-joy my Stormvermin. But you know," a wink. "Make him feel welcome-home!" Snlle looking much more terrified compared to his Traid counterpart as the circle of Stormvermin closed in on him. Not with blades and whips but eager hands as the Skeeks second started to be pushed between each armored Stormvermin. His few attempts at leaping out of the mosh pit he found himself stuck in easily stopped as he was dragged back. Occasionally hands or a tail sticking out of the pile as his voice was muffled by the cackles of the Blackfurs. A good start for Kritch as he patted his large guards arm as the two turned and moved through the large double doors that the Gilm rats now feared into Kritchs' personal chamber.

Kritch placed and slid into his high throne as the Seer sighed happily and leaned back in the comfy chair. But annoyingly for Kritch his good mood almost immediately evaporated as he leaned to the side. Cheek resting on his fist as he frowned at the wall as he started to kick his feet in the high chair. His annoyance was very clear to see and when Kritch was annoyed Scrazz could do very little but feel the same frustration.

"Food?"

"Yes," the Seer responding as he glared at the wall. "Stupid Worm-shit making me agree to working with that stupid no-fur lover." The massive rat working as quick as he could to get a pan set up and able to reach the very tall shelfs where Kritchs' special medicine was. The Seer needed to sleep and take a proper look at this current issue tomorrow. Give his brain time to slow down and process the situation and be able to better work toward a solution. "Stupid no-fur probably doesnt have a Far-Squeaker to contact him. And hells if I'm going to send-give one of my rats for him to tie-wrap."

"I'll check-confirm if he does or not pumpkin. A grilled-hot cheese?"

"Yes - and good-good." Kritch grumbling to himself more as he looked at the door the two had come through. "Wehmel-stupid already has one of his weak-ugly artifacts on my spawn-son." His support fist sliding down to his nose to be joined by his other hand as he clasped his hands together. Thinking about some of the options as the cheese, straight from a recently raided Bretonnia shipment, started to sizzle. Scrazz being very delicate despite his massive size as he carefully sprinkled some of the medicine over the grilling cheese. "So I'll need to send my minion-agent to go with my Spawn-Son. So I can keep an eye on him. Wehmel can focus on Tooth-Brute. Scrazz. Haskirs' mind-goop will soon fail him. Hopefully he will just die-oppf out on this stupid mission and not have us have to deal with it ourselves. But-but," nodding at the large rat butt for emphasis. "If he doesn't. You will kill-squash him yes-yes?"

Two only slightly moldy bits of bread used to scoop up the medicated grilled cheese. The pan itself brought over too for licking clean once it had cooled down as Scrazz nodded and patted Krtichs skull hat. "Of course-course honey. He has a fancy-shiny blade. But it will be much better-nicer in your collection." Kritch eeee-ing at the good news and the food as he started to stuff it in his mouth. A Delirum blade would not do well for either of them to keep or fight against but Scrazz had seen Haskir briefly. He was much smaller than he and didn't look that much faster. He would just need to keep him far back...Maybe a big club. Send the stupid meanie far away from Kritch. Yeah. That was a good idea. His Seer didn't need a blade like that anywhere near him. So send him and the blade far-far away. The large rat nodding at his own plan before he saw some wriggling handpaws at the bottom of his vision.

"Up-up!" Kritch squeaked happily with a big yawn as he was scooped out from the chair and gently held in the big rats arms as he was carried over to his bed. Surrounded by barred walls and off the ground to keep the Seer safe as Scrazz leant over the barred wall near him to carefully place Kritch down on the pillows down there. Before pulling the blanket over him and softly patting the yawning Skaven and removing his helmet. Hed be asleep soon enough. The skull placed carefully back on its stand before the large rat carefully left the room. He had some information to confirm. And he could join in the conditioning of Snlle as well.

It would be fun! For everyone that was not Snlle.


Carrion
A hat would slide across the large meeting table as its owner ducked below with a dustpan and brush. Haplan had made quite a mess of his smoke leaves all over the floor. Though Hullam was content to be doing this cleaning as he swept. It gave him a lot of time to think. About what he had heard, which was everything as he was hiding behind a wall during the meeting, and what it would mean. Haskir seemed very clear about his scheme. "And its a big scheme-plan. Lots of rats," hed mutter to himself. "The Warren will be most-basically empty." Empty. Like this room was now. Those red eyes sliding slowly over the top of the table as the Carrion officer scanned around the room. Sure seemed empty. But there was likely some kind of spy device or small rat in here. Those Seers always had those kinds of things just all the time. Didn't they?

"And-and," hed hiss to himself? "There were three inside-sat here. No way there is nothing left behind." Glaring at his own potentially imagined but likely literal shadow demons as he scooted around the table to get to where Word had been sitting. Reaching back with the back of the brush to nudge his tophat along to be near him. The hat getting a pat pat from Hullam as those eyes darted around again. "Empty-gone. Never fully." Before back under the table he went. Before he ooohed at a new find besides trash! It was what looked to be tooth! Dang. Haskir really decked Word good. And the Chief had blocked it kind of too. Damn-impressive! The tooth being slipped into a belt pouch as Hull kept scooting around. Wondering if any other treasures were left behind just for him.

"But-but," more grumbling to himself! Yeah! He was alone in here! Confidence! "Treasure-finds for me-me. Carrion-clan will need report. Pfft. Its like I'm a silly Gilm-Rat. But bosses will need to get extra guard-rats. Make sure tenants are not raid-stolen...though. It /would/ be the perfect time for that-that?" His tail flicking up above the edge of the table as he considered that specific option. The Chiefs would still be here. But a good chunk of their rats would be gone. "But-but. Should I report-tell the bosses that idea." Some swaying of that tail as he searched for more teeth or anything like that. "Then again. They probably had the same idea-scheme! Or will once the report is delivered." But it seemed like Words chair didn't have anything left for him to take. Though once he moved over to Haskirs standing spot he oohed and scooped up the throwing nails that the Warlord had knocked off the table during the chats.

"More for me-me!" It was unfortunate that in this situation Hallum was alone. As a threat to the balance of the Warren was being flirted with. And a certain slave with keen ears was still making his way back to the Warren from shadowing Mormel.


Koroc and Gritus
"Do you think-hope the Barges can make it around Estalia-place Jesop?" Poxxa questioned as he passed the pipe across the table to his other half in Koroc. Whip nice and snug at his side but both the clan officers seemed rather calm as they sat together. Jesop taking a deep breath of the pipe as he thumbed through a notebook with his other hand.

"In theory-hope. Hope. The issue is that its not just picking up the force-army...its also the potential of a lot of loot to carry back." Drumming his fingers on the notebook that seemed to have rough sketches of various types of boats. And their crew compliment. "At least Warlord-lord didn't demand we get all the loot back plus the crews." The Carpenter taking another deep draft from the pipe before it slowly leaked out of his nose as he flipped between two pages and handed the pipe back.

"Got-found a second options? A different-new boat type?" The Driver seemed to sound hopeful. Likely because he was going to be on those boats too. Making sure they were going fast enough. The pipe starting to be refilled by Poxxa as he added, "without needing the crew-slaves back I can run-whip them hard. And the soldier-rats should be fresh to escape-run quick."

"That is good but still...need to get-arrive first." Jesop running a finger down the book before turning it sideways and humming. "More weight...but only on the way back. The troops, armor-weapons, and loot...I have an idea."

"Oh-oh?" Poxxa asked as he leaned over, handing the pipe after taking a draft so he could see the picture Jesop was tapping at. It looks like a normal barge to him. But with benches that seemed to just stick in some fat circles on the side? Glancing from the book to the engineer as he tilted his head a little, before rolling his eyes at the smirking Jesop. "Well-well? Am I to guess-stab at the special-secret little boat you have here?"

Jesop keeping his smirk as he patted the slave drivers paw before blowing out a wing of smoke. "Turn the page," and when Poxxa did he could see that the benches were now mounted on the walls of the barge at a downward angle toward the water, where the fat circles were now at the water line of the boat. Poxxa shifting his mouth one way then the other as he tried to not look like a complete idiot-fool before he finally ventured a guess? Smug adorable engie.

"Aaaaaaan...outrigger-float?" His paw patted again as Jesop handed back the pipe!

"Right-correct! It should allow the slaves to row quickly and evenly with a bench to brace against. Letting us evade any man-thing boats and get there on time. Hells we may even arrive there early with you speed-whipping them along."

"Well I can only speed-whip the barge-boat I'm on Jesop."

"Ah but you train your other drivers well - and with you-you in the lead boat, with me, the others won't want to be left behind." He shrugged as he flipped his book closed and pulled it back into his hand. "We just need to tell-lie to the slaves that the last crew there will be left behind. That'll get them putting their weak backs into it."

"Oh ho. How sneaky of you-you." Poxxa winking across the table as he shook out his whipping paw. "I'll tell my whip-drivers the same. They won't care about the speak-lie when we arrive. They will just drive-run the slaves out into the soldiers. And Warlord-lord will do the rest." Both rats sharing the smirks before Jesops faltered and he glanced down at the table between them.

"Do...you think that the bread-man-things will be charging the boats?" This time it was Poxxas turn to pat his paw back and smirk.

"If they do, I'll protect-defend you." Jesop squeezing that paw back before the two stood up, a basic plan decided on. Now it was time to get to work. Jesop working on constructing some outriggers for stability and extra buoyancy and Poxxa for getting the worst slaves he had into shape for this one way trip.


Vreekit/Racko
And a plan was not something that was anywhere close to decided upon in a mostly secure location as Vreekit paced back and fourth. Large glasses perched on his nose as he looked at the floor. Wringing his paws together as his breath started to come quicker and shallower. He was starting to panic. And his back and fourth pacing was now starting to turn into a circle around the stoic pillar of Racko. Who watched him as the boy came around to his front before going back around again. His staff left leaning against the wall near the door as Wormmind started to mutter too. Even less air getting to him now.

"Kritch and Mormel...both wanting my-my clans. The one who loves to eat-shit and the man-thing lover!" Racko just nodding as he didn't seem that pleased either. Though his concerns also included Haskir. That Warlord clearly had eyes on taking over the Warren as his own. Like the two other Seers did. Perhaps he could find a way to turn them against each other? Vreekits whimpering making him glace up from his own thoughts. "Both of them Racko!" His grey fur starting to go a bit pale as the Council Guard started to reach for him. "Ready to zap-zapEPP!" Wormminds shoulder grabbed by the large armored hand as Racko held his other hand with a finger up. Making the young Seer stop and look before that hand moved to Rackos stomach and then raised up as the Guard took a deep breath. Before moving his hand back down again and letting out the breath. Vreekit nodding as he took a breath that wasn't fast. Racko shaking his head and doing it a few more times before the Seer had calmed down slightly. Getting a shoulder pat before Racko released him.

Though Vreekit went right back to pacing. But at least he wasn't circling now. It was something at least. That Oluk though...he seemed to be his fathers lapdog. But he was young. Well young-ish. He surely wanted more. Another avenue of attack for this dilemma. He would need to look into this. He still had connections to tap about the Tooth children. "Racko?" Racko mmph-ing? at the question as Vreekit tapped his fingers together. "The Plague Monk," Racko pointing up and shaking his head. Making Vreekit humm and try again. "Censer-bearer?" Which got Racko to nod and Worm to groan. But Racko shook his head again and pointed at Vreekit before opening his mouth, though of course no sound came, and then pfft-ing and turning away. Before looking back and then pointing at Vreekit, 'speaking', and then saluting. Ending with a thumbs up.

"Right-right...get rank right. Even if am Grey-Seer showing you know-see their work and rank makes them more likely to listen." Earning a headpat from the large Skaven right before his horns before Racko circled his hands in a kind of 'go ahead' gesture. "Ah yes-yes, Censer-bearer Haplan?" A nod before he continued. "We-we should have him come here. Make sure that he isn't plot-planning against me-me." Racko nodding before pushing his hand forward with fingers all extended and shaking it. Before flailing himself around a little and shaking his head. "No zap-zap yes-yes." Racko doubted that even if Vreekit could get a proper Warp Lightning casted that Haplan would die from that. Even when he was still in training breaking the necks of the other Guard hopefuls the Good Brother was ancient then too. Before Racko turned over one of his hands and clasped them both together and shook his own hand. "Alliance-talk. Work for me not them." Another headpat as Wormmind nodded. "Good plan from me-me." Trying to stand up a bit straighter at this genius plan. Before he squeaked at this glasses almost falling off. But he managed to catch them before glancing at Racko and taking another deep breath before nodding.

"Right-right. I'll get some-rat to find him and let him know that I demand-order him to be here!" Racko shaking his head. "Request-want him to be here-here?" A thumbs up and nod. Vreekit seeming much calmer now that a plan had been made! Something to be done! His glasses slipped into his robe before the Seer moved to the door and poked his head out after opening it. Commanding some clanrat to go and find Haplan and deliver a message! After all Racko couldn't really shout out orders. Racko heading over the table in the small apartment like place they had here as he sat himself down in one the padded chairs. Helmet soon on the table as the old guard leaned back. Haplan knew his worth, he wouldn't rush here. Perfect time for a nap.

"Perfect time for study-read!" Vreekit happily squeaking in agreement to the silent guard as he pulled out one of the man-thing tomes that Gilm had sent him and thumped it open on the table. With a dull red color and a flame on the front it was pretty clear what it was. Large glasses back over his nose as he started to slowly go through the pages. Racko glancing down at his side to make sure the water bucket was still there before he rested his head back in the chair and closed his eyes. Haplan first was a good call by the Seer. He and his opposing Seers would still be here when Haskir left for his raid. They were the more immediate threat.


Haplan
With a last tug of the bone across his rotting teeth Haplan held up the bird wing to his good eye to examine it. Fully stripped! Excellent. The bones still left of the wing then tossed in his mouth anyway as he gulped and chewed on them. The food stall owner seemed to be pretty impressed, or disgusted, that Haplan was doing that so casually. Or some expression at least. It was hard to really tell when Haplan could only see his eyes through the gas hood the rat had put on as soon as Haplan sat down. "More-more?" He muffled around it as Haplan shook his head with a little dismissive wave.

"No thank you, the bird-meat was very well prepared. Half-thing spices?" The hood bobbing.

"Yes-yes Good Brother! Thank you for notice-commenting." A bit of shifting around before the smaller rat pulled out a canister and held it up for Haplan to see. It did indeed seem genuine. How impressive! The olden nodding at this before he pointed a hand to the side. Freezing a scrawny clanrat who had attempted to use the moment of pride to sneak off with some free food.

"Give it back. Now." Haplan said calmy, though his hand was anything but as it even seem to swell slightly with the puss as the two wings the rat had tried to steal were quickly put back as he bowed his head and scampered backwards. Spouting apology after apology as the vender watched him go before looking back to thank Haplan himself. But the Pestilins rat was already walking off. Just letting the vendor huh to himself before he finally removed the simple gas mask. Soon focused on business as now that Haplan wasn't sat at the stall many more were willing to come up to eat and pay. Including the thief! A nice change.

The Monk himself leaning back with his staff and getting a sickly crack out of his back which elicited a happy sigh from him before back to his normal hunched posture. Still in the Warren as he had decided to take his time eating as with all the schemes that were soon to be afoot. And the large mission, best to enjoy the peace he could grab before everything started to be screams. Though he did like the screams. Gave a body a reason to get up in the morning. Keep pushing forward so the cart load of things that could finally deliver him finally to his Diseased Father. But today? Not today. Besides he was very curious as how the two plots would really work out here.

The Monk starting to limp walk off toward Skavenblight proper as he thought about what had been revealed in the meeting.

Sure Haskir, that brain drained fool, had his raid and heist planned. But really Haskir didn't care much about that. Even if it went very badly he doubted Haskir would die. Unless Oluk did it during the chaos. That would be something to focus on. The boy tried to hide it but Haplan had seen even more convincing shows of loyalty fall apart when that supposed perfect time showed up. Oluk seemed smart though. And Haplan hoped that he would really wait until the best time to do it. He had a good head on his shoulders and likely wouldn't even pick up his fathers blade if he got his hands on it. Hells Oluk likely saw the best opportunity when Haskir died when his brain and soul were finally claimed by the blade and just take over his spot and sell the blade to some idiot. Though...his brothers would likely not take that take over well. Was it two or three sons? Haplan tapping his mostly gone nose as he tried to remember. But damn it just wasn't coming to him! Ah well. Not vital right now. The Seers though. That was something he needed to think about.

Now in the tunnel toward Skavenblight Haplan walked rather slowly so he could think. The Seers all wanted the same thing. And they would not be able to agree on sharing this power without a higher Seer than them, who could force them to listen, told them to do so. And to get that to happen one of them would have to go and request it. Showing weakness that they couldn't get it done themselves. So that wasn't going to happen. So. What would happen?

Haplans pondering making him miss a Slave walking past him. Normally not anything of any importance. But if he was paying attention the Good Brother may have recognized that Slave as he had seen him earlier today. They had been cleaning the large meeting doors when Haplan arrived. Even with the grain sack the Slave was using to shield his face from the Monk. Though luckily Haplan had his own thoughts.

What would happen? Kritch and Mormel clearly wanted to take over from Wormmind. And it was something that Haplan believed they could do. Both of them while not know as casters who could reduce entire armies to ash were above competent in the Warp. Wormmind was not. He had his different spells but Haplan doubted Vreekit would be able to use them efficiently under stress. Worm would be reliant on Racko. And Haplan was sure the skilled Guard had many tools that he could use if a battle was to take place. Annnnd - Haskir seemed to have an alliance with Worm. Though that really just meant that Haskir wanted to be the one to carve off those horns himself. Perhaps he would send some extra protection to ensure.

"Brother-Monk Haplan?" Haplan holding up one of his hands so he could finish his thought. To ensure that Worm survived until Haskir was back. Chuckling to himself as the clanrat worriedly looked down at himself to make sure he wasn't turning green. It seemed like it would benefit everyone really if Haskir just keeled over dead. Maybe one of those Grail-Lady-Knights would do it for them. Make it easier for everyone. Especially Chief Word. Poor rat was doing a good job but he was likely first on Haskirs murder list. Shame that.

"Yes-yes?" Haplan finally turning after staring into space for about fifteen seconds as he finished that thought. The clanrat wilting under his look as the Monk looked for a symbol. How curious, he was one of Worms. Likely one of the few. Racko likely 'told' Worm that he was the third party in their little conflict that was brewing. Wanting to sway him to help his charge. Or at least do nothing.

"Seer-Master Wormmind request-asks for your presence in his Chamber-hall." Well - Kritch and Mormel despite his fondness for the two had offered him nothing. It would be rude to not at least humor the Small Horn. Perhaps something useful could be gotten from this. Haplan nodding as he thumped his staff into the ground.

"I shall visit," The clanrat letting out the breath of worry he had been holding. And then immediately regretting it as he breathed in some of Haplans smell. "But-but. Tommorow." The monk nodding toward the faint glow of Skavenblight down the tunnel. "The Great Horned One needs some prayer-chant. I will visit tomorrow." The clanrat, cheeks now puffed out as he was trying not to breath more than he had too just nodded before skittering away. Stumbling as he coughed and sucked in less thick air. A cute one that. Just like Vreekit. The Monk shrugging as he returned to his slow walk toward Skavenblight. Such a shame that so many of the Horned Ones Children were at each others throats. But couldn't be helped really. A shame.


Mange
"Again!" The purple sparks not even finished falling to the floor as Oluk sucked in a breath and then nodded. Hopping back to his starting position with a roll of his wrist to spin his Gouger around to be ready. A quick glance let him know that even with the constant abuse the weapon suffered it still looked brand new. Excellent Skryre invention there. And the magic. "Go-go!" Haskir snarled as he stood with only his armor and pattern shifting blade. The Chief darting forward again as he tried to sweep the blade aside with his shield before swinging at his fathers chest. Just training. For now.

Though his thought of the future made him miss Haskirs retaliation to his move. Despite his size Haskir just leaned his hips backwards to avoid the shield sweep before the Gouger just pinged off his Delerium blade. Almost making Oluk lose the weapon. Only managing to hold onto it with his finger tips and the strap around his wrist. Though when Haskirs empty fist swing upwards into Oluks chin it was only the strap as he was lifted fully off the ground by the strike before clanging to the floor in his heavy armor. Haskirs' foot stomping down on the metal breastplate as he stared down at Oluk. He looked pretty unimpressed rather than the normal look of rage.

"Pathetic," Haskir growled before he removed his foot and turned his back. Oluk working on getting back up as quick as he could if another strike came. Trying to ignore his now numb muzzle as he took up a defensive position. Though Oluk couldn't disagree with the grading of his own skill. He wasn't focused and dad had laid him out even without his shield. He was thinking too much about the future. "Explain Oluk." Haskir hissed as he started to spin his blade at his side. A small show of orange and blue at it whirled around at his side.

"Dastlct aard Tath," reaching up to grab his chin and hold it tight against the top of his muzzle to try and return some feeling to it as his Gouger dangled below. Before he tried again. "Distracted, Lord Tooth."

"Why. Training-fight we do often. This is no different than normal-time." Haskir glaring back at his eldest son. "You slack-weakening Oluk?" The blade stopping its spinning to point at Oluk as a few blue sparks swept across the ground between them. "You-you better hope not." The implicit threat was obvious. If he couldn't remain the most skilled son another would replace him. Though Oluk kept his face as neutral as he could as he replied.

"No-never Lord Tooth," before continuing once the blade lowered. "The attack-raid is..." It wasn't more complex, or larger, or against a stronger foe than the Dwarf-thing raid. He couldn't claim that. Haskir eyes narrowing at the pause in the reporting. Dad wouldn't accept an excuse like that. Before his brain threw up one thing that may have worked. "Concerning. Many more officer-leaders that are not Best-Mange."

"So-so?" Haskirs free fist rising up and clenching. "They will listen-obey. Or will die-die!"

"Of course-course Lord Tooth!" Oluk quickly responded as he flipped his wrist up to return the Gouger to his hand before thumping his chest. But he knew that dad could still see his trepidation in his face and posture as his hands returned to his side. "But for efficient-good work they will need Best-Mange to assist them." That seeeemed to make Haskir stop and think as his shiny blade was sheathed back at his hip and he was looking into the middle distance over Oluks shoulder. Before the large Warlord stepped forward and grabbed Oluk around the armored collar and his throat.

Oluks' hork of surprise barely got past his teeth before the Chief was hurled backwards to bash open the door into the training room. Nammer and Kell looking up from seeing to their own weapons before they focused back on their own weapons. "Then go-quick and work out their weakness Oluk! Now-now!" Haskir shouted from the room before the doors were slammed shut. Well at least that was a mission he could do now. Give him time to scheme and make sure this mission went better than the Dwarf one. Oluk sitting up and rolling his neck around his shoulders before Nammer piped up.

"Dad-boss liking you that much today-now eh?"

"Dad mad." Kell added helpfully as Oluk shrugged as he stood up and returned his weapon and shield to his side and back.

"As well as normal. Don't mention-talk about the mission. Just the train-fighting." Both of his brothers nodding as Oluk quickly marched out of Manges clan grounds. Pulling out a small scroll as he started to look over the large amount of names he knew about for this operation...The boat and slave rats. They were leaving soonest. Them first.


Rumster
"Shhhh girl, you fine." Bodgen whispered to his loyal ram at it bleeted and shook his head before standing still again. The strap under his stomach to better hold the saddle over his back pulled through the belt buckle and tightening down before the rams neck was given a pat. Half a sunflower soon being chewed on to help calm him down as Bogden turned at a set of feet approaching, the smell of fresh pie already letting him know who it was. "Come to see off your old man with a wonderful gift Boppin?" Though Bopp didn't seem to share her dads calm demeanor as she held the pie.

"In a sense. Do you really need to travel all the way out there Dad?"

"Of course! Parties like that only happen once every few years if that! A few days of traveling to experience something like that is worth every minute spent getting there." He looked up at the sky and licked his thumb. Holding it up and nodding. "And it doesn't even seem like it will rain!"

His enthusiasm was hard to resist as the frown started to turn upside down as Boppin held out the pie. "I suppose...Just be careful alright dad? You know those Night Goblins in the far fields are not just an overactive imagination." But Bodgen just patted his loyal rams head, getting a maaaa which was soon replaced by more chewing of the other half of the sunflower, as he took the recently cooked pie. Expertly balancing it on the saddle as Bodgen didn't seem bothered at all by the danger.

"Night Goblins, Skaven, Beastmen, Imperial Bandits. They are all out there deary. Just behind the rocks and in the darkness. You can believe that." A slice of pie soon balanced on his knife. "But if you do you'll never really stop to enjoy what you can see. Just be terrified,"

"Of what you can't see I know I know. You really should get that embroidered on a canvas dad. With how often you say it."

"Well I really believe it." The pie slice wobbling there as Bodgen reached out to squeeze his daughters arm as he gave a softer smile. "Its dangerous honey I know - but sitting here and always worrying is worse to me than trying to see if it is or not. Its probably part of the appeal for me. To know for sure rather than being unsure. Good or bad. At least I'll know." Half the pie gone in one bite as Boppin sighed and nodded.

"Alright...Well if you are going to Bretonnia see if you can bring back something nice. Either for us to enjoy or to put next to your little Skaven uhhhh. Thingy."

"Artifact deary! Detector of other artifacts. From some mage. Warm and shiny. Just wish I could show it off more. But I'll be on the lookout." The rest of the pie slice gone as Bodgen picked up the pie again and hupped himself up and onto the saddle. "How about a Night Goblin sword?"

"Please dont."

"It was a joke Bopp," the pie tin clicked into a specially designed saddle ring, made just for this by Halfling hands, as he did a quick last check of his gear and materials before cutting himself another slice. "Be good while I'm gone. I don't think any big orders are needing filled for the next week. I should be back a little after that. Just the normal harvesting." Bopp reaching up take her dads hand and squeezing as he smiled down at her and squeezed back. "I'll be fine Bopp - not the first time I've gone all the way there. Just first time for this specific festival."

"...Have fun."

"I will! Hup!" The ram bleeting again before he started to trot of. Bodgen happily chomping down his pie as his pipe was already in his other hand for when the pie was done. Finally time for another adventure!