Starter post for @therxtking
The Retchen people had always been a point of concern for the Council of Thirteen, and for good reason. These rat-men were somehow larger. Stronger. Tougher than their own Skaven-kin, and that did not sit well with any of the backstab-loving council seats. If anything, it had performed a miracle within the depths of Skavenblight; united all council members to one common goal.
The goal in question? To either subjugate these 'Retchen' people into their own folds, or destroy them utterly. Many suggestions and half-hearted recommendations were thrown around the clan-lords around the table, until finally, a decision was made;
Clan Skryre, first and foremost of their technological developments, would send their champion to parlay with these other rat-people. Scout reports from Clan Eshin had confirmed that apparently, the Retchen kingdom sat upon a GLORIOUSLY large vein of Warpstone, and unlike the Skaven, these rat-people had no use, or even desire, for this precious material! Surely, a member of the clan who knew ALL about it, would be the ultimate pick!
And so, sputtering and roaring across the plains to the Retchen borders upon his Doom-Flayer -- a motorized sphere of whirling blades and death -- was Ikit Claw, the Chief Warlock-Engineer of Clan Skryre, and right-paw rat of Clan-Lord Morskittar himself. Parking himself before the large cavern entrance that Eshin's clans had marked for him, he took his trusty halberd Storm Daemon, the warpstone-infused blade crackling to life upon its wielder holding it, and started hobbling himself inside, the weapon itself providing light as he began his descent, green-glowing eyes leering into the dark, and expecting anything.
