From the desk of the General. Part 8: Full of hot air
The skavens mouth flapped open and closed a few times, "good idea, sir," he squeaked.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 13
skaven were not known to have either, as a rule. "roland! hey, how's it hanging?" "general, sir, good to see you," he squeaked with a fair attempt at a salute, "it's hanging fine. bacon sandwich?"
From the desk of the General. Mission 4.
The main races of elves, orcs, goblins, skaven etc still threw rocks at each other and pulled out the bows and arrows if they were feeling fancy.
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Ambidexa zink (c) https://emeraldviper.sofurry.com/ cassise du'bouclier (c) https://kyber-diamond-bunny.sofurry.com/ chae and naphalee garven and tavia tohka © me and https://talon-stormclaw.sofurry.com/ irving tohka © https://talon-stormclaw.sofurry.com/ lorna skaven
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Ambidexa zink (c) https://emeraldviper.sofurry.com/ cassise du'bouclier (c) https://kyber-diamond-bunny.sofurry.com/ chae and naphalee garven and tavia tohka © me and https://talon-stormclaw.sofurry.com/ irving tohka © https://talon-stormclaw.sofurry.com/ lorna skaven
The Book of Warlock 6. Confliction of interest.
Goblins, knolls, taurs, orcs and skaven pulled grimy flat pillows atop their faces and collectively groaned. another beautiful day of servitude under the rat's banner. general hemlock hadn't slept. general hemlock was a troubled reptile.
The Book of Warlock 18. In love and war.
He was just a humble skaven! he'd been quite happy with his lot, back at the magical artefact holding facility run by the council of sorcerer's. it was quiet work. honest work... until the sceptre had called out to him.
Book of Warlock 16. War at your door.
"skaven, your highness, but our lookouts say that this army outside our walls is made of a multitude of races. the rat on the banner could be a leader, even perhaps a god. some pestilential deity." they exchanged a look.
The Book of Warlock 17. The rat who would be King.
Captain Worrel's vision was filled with armour, fur, goblin flesh, and blood as his small pointed ears rang with the clamour of heated battle. Shouts, cries, screams even, while blades swung and shields thudded with impact. From the corner of his keen...