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Qwenq

An old warlock engineer, apprentice of an apprentice of Ikit Claw. His inventions were always too boring, reliableb and practical — not a single spark of mad genius. Once Ikit himself saw one of his blueprints and, with a dismissive glance, brushed it into the trash. Qwenq understood that he would never become a mad genius — but he could still make money. He opened a workshop and built it, and his reputation, from nothing — the reputation of a Skaven whose tech only explodes thirty percent of the time. He is always smoking warp-cigars and love-hate his work

Scritch

Qwenq's apprentice. He had neither black nor grey fur, nor any magical power — but when he first saw a Doomwheel, his heart stopped, then started pounding in a wild rhythm. The huge, indifferent doomwheels somehow did not crush him and rolled on — and Scritch followed. It turned out the doomwheel belonged to Qwenq — and when Scritch managed to sneak into the workshop, having killed the previous assistant and taken his place, Qwenq did not object. Qwenq envies and admires Scritch — but Scritch's talent is as vast as it is narrow. Nothing interests him except speed and fighting — he constantly steals his master's doomwheel and enters races. Scritch is unrestrained, envious, a true mad genius — almost everything in his hands explodes, flies apart, or shuts down. But for vehicles, he has an unhealthy love. Sometimes at night strange sounds come from the garage with the doomwheel — he talks to the machine as if it were alive and, it seems, does something else with it... He wears a doomwheel pilot's uniform, with a cigar like Qwenq's but thinner, but with a special helmet

Pinz Stitcher

Qwenq's good friend-enemy. A young flesh-master who collaborates with Qwenq, possessing incredible cheerfulness and amorousness. Both the first and the second disturb and frighten the society around him. Pinz is covered in piercings and rings and is always smiling-baring his teeth. He is ready to love an ordinary clanrat just as much as a fearsome warlord. He has modified himself in every place — appropriate and not so much. He is not part of the workshop but appears there periodically (have no pics of him QwQ)

Thunderfump (Oof)

A broodmother female that Pinz accidentally ruined with some experiment, as a result of which she grew to the size of a rat ogre, but did not become completely stupid and does not produce spawns. Pinz foisted her onto Qwenq as a rat ogre. However, Oof is a more complex creature: she learns, and very quickly began to understand spoken speech. She can barely say "oof" and communicates mostly through gestures and sounds. A huge, terrifying skaven — when sent into battle, she is dressed in full plate armour. Her weapon is an enormous chainsword with an extra blade and a flamethrower

(maybe I need to draw this rat-meat larger and more huge)

Krizzak

A former chieftain of one of the minor warlord clans. Extremely devout, loves when everything is by the rules, dreams of becoming a warlord — but never reached the position: when he was almost ready, the warlord was killed by an accident on the battlefield, and Krizzak hastily fled. He constantly admires himself at every possible opportunity and wears an eyepatch with an embroidered snake over his missing eye. A true professional Stormvermin: intelligent, but also a bootlicker, a drama queen, and a panicker

Elite, fit, handsome by Skaven standards. His musk of coolness cannot be hidden by anything — Oof comes to him as if enchanted (he is terrified of her). He periodically wakes up in the same bed as Pinz and each time does not understand how it happened

Kret

Krizzak's right-hand rat. Strong, large, fit — from the same place as Krizzak. Boastful, insolent, loud, and constantly eating. Always bullying everyone, but a terrible coward: when danger appears, he hides behind the nearest available back. His tongue has no bones — he generates the crudest and funniest comments and is always whining

Snotchewer

A small, scrawny, ragged clanrat whom Scritch keeps as an anti-stress toy. He cannot properly hold a spear, trips over his own feet, constantly sneezes and sniffles, blowing green snot-bubbles. He is so clumsy that he cannot even properly hand something over — but by Skaven standards, he is incredibly loyal to every member of the workshop. And he cooks deliciously. The only thing he does well