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Hello readers and peeps. Sorry its taken so long to get some more of this up. Was just struggling very badly with distractions, drive, and working on the Veskatt cosplay. I hope you enjoy this despite the long wait. Happy to try and answer questions if you have them in the comments :>

The list of names to perhaps learn a little more about those names you spot;
Farseers' Tails character list. by Faclan on DeviantArt

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

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Two days before march.

Greater Skavendom, 11:15 AM
Mormel n Skaul
"Is this really smart-wise Seer-Master?" Ratchol would rather foolishly ask as he tried not to stand on any of the nice pillows strewn over the floor. Mormel himself humming along to himself as he gave the rope he was finishing securing a last good tug before stepping back to admire his work. Taking the wheeled table with him. Snople breathing slowly with his eyes barely open as he dangled above the ground. Hogtied with the dangle rope attached to a rope cage around his chest, his wrists and tail around his middle, and his knees to make sure he wouldn't be in too much pain. While still allowing him to slowly spin. That would teach him some lessons about getting too handsy. Sure the she-slaves had smacked him around in his drunken state good but this was the second part of the lesson to be taught. Some time to hang around and think about what he did.

And if everything went well enjoy it too to become an even more loyal minion!

Before the Seer finally looked over at his Engineer and raised an eyebrow. Finally processing the silly question as one of the spare ropes in Mormels paws was flicked up to boop Ratchol on the nose. Making him epp and flop back onto his butt as he held the stinging wriggle. "Which part-plan Ratchol mmmm?" Mormel would question as Ratchol looked over at the she-slaves smirking at him as Mormel gave that rope he was holding a crack as he pulled it tight.

"Ahh...ohh...Taking me-me to the Warren?" The rope thankfully starting to be coiled up again as Mormel leaned his head back to point with his horns as the drooling, half asleep, slowly rotating Triad.

"Well I cant well take-bring him can I? So you will do as my minion-second for it. And yes-yes, bind-securing Snopl was very smart-wise." A cheeky wink. "And fun!" The she-slaves nodding in agreement as Ratchol kept his paws over his nose as he tried to think of how to get out of this. He liked his workshop. He was safe there and could tinker. He liked to tinker safely. Not go into a random other Warren without pillows to nap on.

"Why not a Stormvermin? Big-strong and stab-happy?" Mormel slipping the rope into one of his wide robe pockets before his hands slid into his sleeves. Starting to walk around the sat down rat like he was a preacher with his hands in his robe. Explaining the most obvious things to the little lost rat.

"Because Kritch will likely bring-ride his big experiment ogre to the Warren-sermon. My Stormvermin can't compare." A grumpy hiss before he continued. "So I will bring you. A different kind of big-strong minion. Just in the brain space." Mormel bending over and resting his smirking face on Ratchols' shoulder from behind. "Make-got it?" The Engie just trying to nod. It did make some sense...though he was worried he wouldn't be able to compare really if the stories he heard were true about the Maws experiment.

"Should I bring-show some of my project-things?"

"Oh no-no! I don't want Kritch to know what I'll bring-spring on him later." Clicking his tongue as he smirked. "Yet." Before he removed his hands from his sleeves and clapped three times. The She-Slaves heading over to grab that wheeled table before walking off with it. Ratchol finally getting up off the ground as he started to look over his gear. Really just a carry vest full of tools and a short blade at his side. Grabbed from the rack when Mormel told him to report to the main room. He wanted to bring more but Mormel had a time schedule to keep. And ruining that would mean the painful ropes. So he kept his mouth shut as the She-Slaves came back with a large warpstone dish, what looked like a seashell, a small plate of tokens on that table now. "Hold." Mormel commanded as he held out his staff to the Engie who held it as gingerly as he could. In case it suddenly grew fangs and bit his head off.

I mean with Grey Seers you could never be sure.

Though before the Seer could begin with whatever plan he had he looked over as a Skaven poked his head into the room. Red eyes gleaming from behind the gasmask he was wearing as Mormel raised an eyebrow at them. Nothing smelt on fire and he wasn't dead. So nothing was clearly /that/ bad. The gasmask taking a few filtered breaths before he spoke up. "Before you leave Seer-Master." He hisked out. "Update-report on production. Going to plan. Just keeping you up to date-time." That got a smile on Mormels snoot as he nodded and then focused back on his new items. That would mean more funds soon for him here. All coming up well today for him. And now to check in on his favorite little big-ears!

Mormel placing both his hands on the sides of the dish as he breathed deeply and closed his eyes. A picture starting to form in the dish itself? The front of a rat snoot visible that was looking at some scrawny slave in an orange shawl. "Good-good." Mormel would mutter mainly to himself as he kept 'watching'. Sliding his left hand off the dish to grab the shell to bring it up to one of his ears. To get the audio to add to the video component of his spying! Eventually the arm of Mormels viewpoint going around that slaves shoulder to bring him in as the two discussed something before a knife was drawn out! Rested against the slaves face! The leather wristlet now in 'view' as it started to softly glow. Mormel letting go of the dish as the image melted away as he held out his hand for his staff and picked up a warpstone token. Chomping down on the sparking lightshow before beckoning Ratchol over.

"Grab-tight. Enket is such a good minion-wriggle for keeping that on still." Mormel happily commented before he looked skyward and vanished in a puff of smoke and Bamf! with Ratchol with him. The she-slaves moving forward to dust off the stone where the two had formally been before the man-thing pushed the table back toward storage as the elf-thing wandered over to Snopl to slide her hands up his strong calves toward his feet. Time to make this lunk squirm! Soon enough joined by the man-thing so they could both have fun when Mormel was gone. Sure he had the special book but Mormel had taught them both well even before he got it - and practice made perfect after all. With Snopl being such a great testbed for them now.

Kritch n Scrazz
Snlle was also progressing well on his own mental adjustment track. It was something for Kritch to be pleased about! And a new robe too! Cotton that was thicker than normal. Still pretty comfy to wear which he was currently doing. It looked...average-bad but that wasn't important when it was his life on the line. And the slave had been even told he would be rewarded when Kritch returned! He had done such a good work on the robe after all. So he would be rewarded with a testing time with Kritch. Had to make sure the robe could better take a zap-zap after all. But on the whole things were going well today for the Maw. Soon he would take the trip over to the Warren to see the boats off before it was time to scheme. With Wehmel. That was less good. But Scrazz would be with him. That was good. It wasn't like Worm was going to do anything to stop Kritch bringing in his best-biggest minion. So excellent.

"Lord-Master Kritch," Snlle would mumble half coherently as he looked up at the Seer who was gently holding both sides of his head with softly glowing paws. "The Maw...best Maw." Kritch nodding slowly with a big smile, true to his title. "Maw...good-good. Me...hnrkr." Snlle twitching and sucking in a breath as his eyes suddenly widened. Starting to struggle before Kritch would squeeze that head softly and shhhhh quietly. The blackfurs eyes closing slowly before he was softly laid back on the makeshift bed for him. Asleep as Kritch would nod and shake out his hands.

"Another day or two and he'll be set. A few niggling remnants of self-safety." The Stormvermin at the door of the small cell nodding. Soon another minion as all should be. "Prepare another special-sprinkle meal for him to eat when he wakes." Kritch clapping as he left the room as the Stormie nodded and bowed. "He can eat, then..." The maw humming as he looked up at the stone ceiling. "Threeish hours from now you all can begin to stomp-shove him. I'll come, save-praise, and continue the process."

"Yes-yes Lord Maw." The Stormie clanging a fist to his chest. "It will be done!" That Stormie getting a headpat before Kritch turned and stretched out his arms over his head just in time for Scrazz to show up and scoop up his Seer into his large arm. Uppies! Both hugging each other before Kritch leaned back to better look over his best minion. Geared up with his Warpstone hammer and a modest amount of armor. Good.

"Ready to show other rat-fools that they should flock to me-me?"

"Of course pumpkin!" Scrazz happily reporting with a smirk before the two headed for the door. At least they were much more organized and together in their goals compared to Mormel. "Although," Kritchs smile slightly shrinking as he glanced back at Scrazz. "You should do some raise-waking Kritch, a few order-pleas need filling." Only a slight delay then. Kritch nodding as he was carried off to another section of his little base of operations. Clambering over Scrazz' large arms to perch himself on one of those broad shoulders. Easily able to hold onto the large helmet of his minion to keep his balance as the smell of decay got stronger. The entire place kind of had that odor around, with all the eating, but it was pretty over powering now. And only getting stronger. Good thing Skaven didn't really have that as a dangerous smell anymore. Just normal day to day life in Skavendom.

And the source of it was soon revealed as the two entered a large room with a pit in the middle that was just having a cart tipped into in. Mostly Skaven corpses but a few what looked like man-things too? Maybe? it was kind of hard to tell some of them being in bits and not really great quality for viewing. But thats fine they were not here to look good. Kritch soon sliding down the large arms of his minion to plop himself next to a pretty bloody table. A big one as he rolled up his robe sleeves and took his offered staff from Scrazz. Looking over to some of the clanrats under his employ near the pit as he shone a bit of a light from his staff. "What is the order-plea? Which clan-group wants how many?"

Hey he was the finger waggler - not the logistician.

One of the masked rats quickly skittering over to offer over a stone tablet, how old fashioned, that Kritch took and hummed as he scanned it over. His green eyes totally skipping over the name as it was drawn instead to where they were based. Tilea - Lumbrusco. Ooooh! And they wanted a group of Grave Knights! Some others who enjoyed and appreciated the loyalty and disposable nature that the Undead brought. And from that area they would surely want more later. How lovely! It would be a bit of a delay but this would be worth it. And delivering good soldiers would lead to much more business for sure. Once the battles began, officers grabbed and twisted for info, and his name mentioned well the enemies would want their own too! As had happened many times. Even more things to come up good for him.

And looking up from the tablet he was pleased to see his clanrats were already bringing over several arms and a drum, man-thing skin and bone made. Looking good! And ducking under the table The Maw would spark bight green before a duller but still strong green glow under the table shone as he started to mumble and chant under his breath. Skull hat starting to glow rather ominously as the three arms and drum were set on the table. Not the amount for the full spell but they only wanted a small squad. For now! More business-money later. Skull hat glowing along with both of Kritchs' eyes and the Warpstone bundle under the table as Kritch clasped his hands together as the gas mask wearing clanrats quickly positioned the man-thing arms around the drum on the center of the table in an even pattern around it. Scrazz even heading over with a sloshing barrel that he set next to Kritch before carefully picking up the mutter-chittering Seer and sitting him on top of the rum barrel. Everyone was in place now. The Maw then tapping his face as his eye glow transferred to his hands before placing his paws palm down on the drum in the center. The severed arms starting to flex and shake before Kritch would shove both his hands through that human skin drum! The rum barrel he was sat on empty in a flash of green light as the arms started to blow away like dust from the table. The Warpstone under the table starting to lose its glow as Kritch shook out his hands. Skull hat still happily glowing but that was to help protect his brain-space from the Dhar he just pumped through all that. Slipping his sleeves back down as he slid his hands into them as he looked back to the large pit. The rattling and scraping of bones and metal starting to echo from inside before eight man-thing skeletons clambered their way out of the pit. Clad in the old remains of armor they had been thrown in with and from what they had grabbed upon waking up. Good-good.

Kritch cocking one of his legs over the other as he sat on his small barrel throne as the skeletons turned to all look at him and in unison saluted him with their weapons. The clanrat cleaners moving to not be in the way so hopefully the Maw wouldn't want those weapons tested. Silly clanrats the Maw wasn't about wasting food like that! Scrazz holding out the stone tablet for Kritch to more easily read as he would skim over it again before looking at his recently raised soldiers before he started to speak to them - green mist exiting his mouth as if he had really bad breath! But it was just the continuation of the spell.

"You will travel to Tilea, down the road south from Lumbrusco." Kritch speaking slowly to ensure the strongest geas for these minions. "There you will find a small encampment led by Captain Dralcon. You will follow his orders and commands. Unless I arrive to take command." An volunteered clanrat skittering forward to hold up a banner to the Skeletons - with the symbol of clan Undermoon on it for others to know who had sent them.

"The Dead serve." They all responded at once before they holstered their collection of weapons and turned. Taking the banner and walking off. Lead by their sixth sense right out the door and into the hallway. They would be out in the blighted Marshes and on their way soon enough. Kritch pulling a face at having to talk like that before he removed his hands from his sleeve and raised up his arms. Soon uppied back onto Scrazzs' shoulders and taking a cleansing quaff of drink.

"Right-right!" The Maw reported as the glow from his skull hat had drained down to the four horns of it and started to vanish. "To the Warren-base!" Happily kicking his feet as his best minion walked off with him on board. Time to scheme with Wehmel and plan how to get both him and Worm on a big plate. With a nice side of cheese!

Enket/Voch
"Two journal-note books." Enket squeaking as he handed over the tokens for that purchase. Sure Gilm did a lot of the note taking and writing but actually making the material to write on was handled by other clans. Often smaller ones who worked with wood topside to make all the paper and other word recoring devices that Skavendom used. Easier than stone tablets. And having a record of success was vitally important for proving your own tales. "You have your own writing-scribe sticks yes Voch?" The Scout asking the slave next to him who nodded as he patted the satchel on his side. Glancing at Enkets mostly empty backpack that he was holding in his other hand.

"You only carry-drag one book around?"

"Well yes-yes. Most of the rest of the space is taken up with food most of the time. Or extra stone-ammo for sling. Or items that the Master-Betters wanted me to pick up. Or tokens from Master-Betters to show I have their...blessing? Or trophies from kills." Enket shrugging as he nodded at the rat who handed over two simple bound journals. Enket flipping through each of them to do a scan of their construction as Voch hummed. Thankfully the paper-books were pretty new fangled so there wasn't a line or anything they were holding up.

"Is that all you lost-left last mission? From the man-things. The book-notes too?" Enket taking hold of the spine of the journal and giving it a tug and pull for more testing as he nodded again.

"Yes-yes. Berold stupid-ass took it all from me. I hope he is eaten-shit by wolves." Voch nodding in agreement as he took his checked over journal and slipping it into his satchel.

"I'll get-carry a pack too. For all that. But separate holder for journal."

"Thats a good-smart idea. Having it all in one spot makes it easier for it all to go missing-stolen." Enket grumbling to himself as he punched his hand into his fist before taking a breath and spreading out his hands. Calm was good. Both Gilm nodding at the binder-rat who returned to work as the two walked off. Though Voch was tapping his fingers together as the two headed toward the next stall in the Warren. Got to get all the gear needed for the upcoming mission. Weapons and packs they could get from Gilm. But Enket had lost it all so needed to restock. Voch could do with more gear too. Though Enket glancing back at his comrades ancy nature and tilted his head. "Worry-panic about mission-task?"

"A little. Though am more worried about your lost-stolen items. Aren't you worried Enket?"

"About some man-thing using my things?"

"About all your notes." Enket ooohing and patting Voch's shoulder. A smile on his face as he tugged the slave along toward the next stall as he explained.

"I see-see. See back when I was a wee-kit Voch I worried the same thing." Not caring, or knowing, that Voch was older than him. "About how all my well written and expensive-valuable notes were going to be stolen by every rat-thing. Other-thing too." Voch looking confused as Enket seemed to just be confirming his own fears but thankfully the scout continued. It wasn't just 'you are right-correct to panic Voch, do it more!'. "But you see I could steal your notes. You could steal mine. Chief-Chief could break your neck. Kekkan could strangle you to blue-death." Enket shrugging as he pulled a short blade from his belt and rested it against Vochs' nose - still smiling. "I could stab-kill you right now even. You never-ever know with we Skaven do you-you?" Voch going crosseyed as he stared at the dagger resting against his nose before Enket flipped it back to his belt. "But that's all a concern-worry isn't it? Skaven do cause many-endless issues."

"Uhh...yes-yes?"

"Correct! And if you only think-worry about things like that you won't be able to get any work done. Or really live-see much of anything besides the ground behind your tail-back." Enket stepped up to the next stall as he leaned over to the merchant. "Three write-scribe sticks," before he looked back at Voch and spread out his arms to gesture at the Warren around them both. And his fancy leather wristlet that was starting to softly glow? "I find-hope its best to not worry about it all. After all really if some-rat is going to stab and rob you they will often strike from the shadows. And you won't be able to really do-stop much of it. Like how Berold stupid-ass clubbed me in the back of the head. Its good to be aware of things that can happen." Enket transferring tokens over for the utensils as he slipped them into his pack. "But not over-think about them. Or else you won't be able to - what do we Gilm do-say Voch?"

"Look-see, remember, record?" Getting a thumbs up from Enket as the two continued on.

"Good learning! But also try to make-think of some kind of code you can write in. Just in case those man-things or whoever-thing does take your notes can read Queekish. But you are correct, man-things did take my journal. Hells it could have even been the Hunter-thing. But right now I cant worry about that. Just look forward to the new mission-task. That make sense?"

"Yes-yes," Voch letting out a breath and relaxing his shoulders. "Thats a pretty....good-good outlook? I think?"

"It helps keep me sane-normal at least." Well. As normal as a Skaven can be as Enket suddenly sucked in a breath and stood up straight. Voch taking a step back as Enket would clap his none wristlet-ed hand over his eyes and point around with his other hand that had the now brightly glowing wristlet on.

"Seer-Master?" Voch began before BAMF! Mormel appearing in a burst of smoke next to Enket on a patch of clear floor with some kind of engie rat clinging to his staff. Voch quickly dropping to a knee as Enket collapsed down to both of them. "Seer-Master!"
Enket coughing as he tried to say the same before Mormel waved them both to be quiet, after shoving Ratchol off his staff as the Seer straightened up. The Engie sucking in deep breaths as he tried to look around at where they had Leaped too.

"Yes-yes my favorite little record keepers! It is me-me!" Striking a pose as the Skaven around quickly dropped into a bow as well as Mormel scanning around the room. "I'm not late am I? The boat-slaves still here?"

Enket managing to regain his breath as he coughed and replied. "No-no Seer-Master...Such a weird-odd feeling." Mormel stepping over to pat between Enkets big adorable ears as he smirked.

"Just the Winds blowing over you-you my favorite little orange squeak." Enket trying to grit his mouth shut as those wriggly Mormel paws started to scritch those ears. Voch peaking over to watch with a rather interested expression as Enket squirmed under those claws. "You are getting better at dealing with it! Still awake this time! Good-good." Mormels eyes finally landing on the stage where he could spot a crowd forming as his smile turned into a more neutral expression. "Is the grand-mighty," sticking out his tongue. "Warren-Master going to be delivering a Sermon for the mission?"

"Yes-yes Seer-Master." Both Gilm replied though Enkets had some giggles between the words.

"Oh good." Mormel tapping his staff on the ground which helped both Gilm hop up onto their feet. "I look forward to see-hearing how well he can squeak out of his tiny-weak maw."

"It really is-is isn't it?" A voice from high up commented as Mormel spun around, thankfully no longer holding Enkets ears, as Kritch smirked down at him from Scrazzs' shoulders where he was happily perched. Just living it up looking down on Mormel from his best-strongest minnion. Little show off even in a new robe - little smug-shit! With his very big-strong Maw even having an all too familiar glow to Enket and Voch who quickly skittered away from Kritch, Mormel, and the potential sparks that were about to fly. Both of course staying low to the ground in deference. They needed to get tools after all! And not die-die.

Mormel glaring back as he reached over with his staff and hooked Ratchol back to his side. To show that he had a minion with him too! But...it really was hard to compared to Scrazz. Which just made Mormel glare more as he thought about that small-horn Vreekit too. He had a big strong minion too. He had thought this would be a good show but...arrgh! This would need to be fixed later for sure but they also had a mission here. Not just comparing who had the best minion-slaves. He really should have let Ratchol bring along one of his devices - the nerd had suggested a good idea. Not that Mormel would admit that of course.

"Kritch - here to hear the most glorious Warren-Master do his Sermon and see the boat-slaves leave?" Kritch just nodding from his perch as he leaned to the side to rest against the large stone of a head that Scrazz had.

"Yes-yes. And then check in on my eyes about where to find you-know-who."

"Good. We will meet after to discuss findings and plan?" Another nod from Kritch before he sniffed and looked around from his crows nest.

"Haplan around?"

"Not seen-smelt him. He will likely show up for the Sermon I'd wager."

"Its not Pestilins chitter-speak fool, why would he?" Mormel bristling as Ratchol would squeak as he was gently zapped from Mormels grip before the Seer opened his mouth to reply but Kritch had already directed Scrazz to turn and walk off. Just leaving Mormel hanging like that. It didn't improve his mood as he glared at Kritch before looking at Ratchol who was squinting in pain.

"You need to get big-strong or shiny-dangerous." Mormel commanded as he let go of his Engineer before he stalked off the opposite direction from Kritch. Ratchol err-umming as he tried to keep up. Really unsure of all that was going on right now as he tried to not be left alone.

Warren, 12:13 PM
Peaking around the side of the large meeting room doors Vreekit would nod to himself. Looked like every-rat was there. He could even spot the Chiefs, much easier due to their several head height advantage they had over the common rats, waiting for the Sermon. Though the height advantage of the Chiefs also let him see Kritch and Scrazz standing and waiting for him. Mormel was likely here too. Ffffff. His tail flicking in worry before Racko would clamp a hand on his shoulder. Looking back as the large albino nodded and smiled. He had this. He had been practicing for the entrance. And had help. Thankfully due to the stages raised platform no rat...except Kritch, would be high enough to see the small silver plate that was in the middle of it. Set up by one of Vreekits Stormvermin before the majority of the crowd started to arrive. And thankfully still there as other Stormvermin kept greedy paws off the stage. He had this. Make Haplan proud and himself interesting!

Racko taking tight hold of Vreekits' staff as he moved the door open more. The general chitter-chatter of the Warren flowing in as Vreekit closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Through shadow-darkness, we step, to the bright-shine of potential." He would mutter as he slowly opened his clenched fist that wasn't holding his staff. Focusing on the image of that plate that he stared at most of the morning to see every chip and curve it had. A small orb of smoke zipping from his now open hand through the air. Thankfully very hard to see and not many were looking up, before it impacted the silver plate. Billowing into a cloud of smoke before there was a thump-clatter on the stage. The smoke thankfully covering Vreekit as he was flat on his face on the stage. Unfortunately still holding his staff which made him squeak in pain. Racko able to grab the back of his robe and haul him back to his feet before the smoke dissipated and the two would come into full view standing together. The general rats gasping at the sudden appearance of the Warren Master and his guard as Vreekits face of pain for his wrist and fingers thankfully had the desired effect of making all the rats assembled, besides his fellow Seers, drop down in deference to him and gaze at the floor. Good so far.

Racko left holding the staff as Vreekit shook out his wrist to get out the stinging pain before he quickly took his staff back and sucked in a breath. Kritch and Mormel smirking at his discomfort as they were the only ones still watching. Time to get this show on the road! Something he was much more confident in than his mostly successful Bridge of Shadows. Thumping the staff on the stage as the candles on the top lit up as he began to speak.

"Assembled children-spawn of the Great Horned One!" A return wave of mutters of 'Great-grand Father' from the rats before Worm continued. "Soon you will leave the Warren-home. And skitter toward the eventual Ascendency of all Skavenkind!" Well it would only be half of them now. But Vreekit was fine doing another one of these later as he raised his lit up staff. "They celebrate and enjoy their worthless-shit lives! Unaware of the blessing we will deliver-stab into their hearts!" The musk of battle starting to rise as the chittering also started to grow. Sure the overland team may feel extra blessed and favored with the additional Sermon but that's for them to worry about. "All of their goods, shiny-gleams, food, and themselves shall be yours!" And their issue to live up to the extra favor of Father and for the boat time to prove they should have been blessed more. Just some healthy likely lethal competition!

"Food! Slave-minions! Power! Death to revel-prove in!" The chattering growing louder as Worm flexed out his fingers on his none staff hand as it started to glow red. Just a little flare. "Know that He watches and waits to see-behind your success! Your victory! Another step toward the swarm-gnawing of the World!" The gassed up rats making so much noise that Vreekit couldn't be heard as he muttered something to Racko before pointing up. The small fireball flying from his hand to burst overhead. Quieting down the chatter and making the rats look down again. "You have your mission-tasks. Know that glory and power is there to be taken. Praise be to the Lord of the World Below!" Praise! Praise! Shouted back at him properly before Worm wooshed his candle staff out toward the marsh. "All shall gain-earn much in this mission. Disperse-scurry! And claw down those gains to you-you!"

The cheering starting again as Koroc and Gritus turned and headed out toward the boats to start to load up and push off. It would be two days of misery for them really. But at least they were started off jazzed up. Trol and Rikkitt heading out as well to make sure everything was running smoothly as Word headed over toward Sneke and Veskatt - the sneaky Chief happily sipping on a steaming bottle of brown liquid as he even gave Word a wave. Someone was in a good mood. Their clans moving off toward their own grounds to continue the prep as area around the stage rather quickly was mostly empty. Slaves moving about picking up things that were dropped to deliver to Carrion as Worm nodding to himself. That went pretty ok. Giving his staff a shake to extinguish the candles before he looked over at some wet sounding clapping. To see Haplan standing next to the stage!

The Stormvermin who had been standing on that side having moved apart to allow the Monk to get closer. For their own safety really.

It was unfortunate that Haskir was looming behind Haplan which really axed the positive mood Haplan seemed to be trying to convey. "Well done-said young Wormmind!" Haplan commented as he picked up his walking staff from against the stage and stepped back to allow Vreekit to hop off. Shortly followed by Racko who just nodded at the Monk. "Very good words to help push-raise everyone on for this mission."

"Many thanks Brother Haplan...are you here for a mission-task as well?" The old one shaking his head as he turned to the side to gesture at Haskir, as if Worm hadn't seen the Warlord glaring daggers at both he and the back of Haplans head.

"Oh no-no. Just came to hear your words before a meeting time with Lord Haskir-Tooth here. I'm sure it will go well." Haskir just hissing in response as Nammer tried to conceal himself behind his large father. Kell on the other hand was just standing happily to his dad-bosses right. Nothing to worry about in his mostly empty head.

"And in addition," Haskir would grunt as he nodded to his side and Kell stepped forward. "I heard-saw that those other Seers were looking at you. Trouble like," Vreekit glancing over to see that Scrazz hadn't moved yet with Kritch on his shoulder. And Mormel was now stood next to him. Both watching him with large smiles as Mormel offered a little finger waggling wave and Kritch pointed at his own mouth. Trouble like for sure. "So-so." Haskir continued. "I offer you Kell for extra guard-protection." Racko tensing as the Chieftain stepped forward and saluted. Oh GHR not the idiot-fool...

Vreekit meanwhile would oooh and then nod. This was...concerning. But not as concerning as Mormel and Kritch. "Good plan-idea Warlord. Extra eyes always good." Though the Seer would glance around. "Where is first-son? Oluk?"

"Driving. Gather-grabbing a special Engineer for the ground team. For the failures team." Ah. Well at least he wasn't dead right? Kell moving to stand on Vreekits side with Racko on the other. Who despite not able to say anything was trying real hard to keep his mouth shut. Someone wasn't a fan of this arrangement as Kell kept smiling away. He was doing good. "Now-now. Haplan."

"Me!" The monk happily responded as he gave a little salute that didn't improve Haskirs mood. Though not much really did anymore. Growling at the lack of respect-fear the Warlord would turn and walk toward the meeting room.

"We meet-plan," reaching out to grab Nammer and pull him forward to walk ahead of them and open the door. Haplan though didn't move as he turned back to Vreekit.

"Well done-said again young Worm. Keep up the good practice!" Before he walked off...the other way from the meeting place? Toward Kritch and Mormel. Haskir watching him good and staring at him. Blood boiling away as Nammer was smart enough to grab a passing clanrat and drag them between Haskir and himself so the backhand that was aimed at his chin instead clonked into the clanrats head. The now unconscious rat set down on the floor as Nammer skittered back to open the door so Haskir could maybe take his anger out on some chairs. Not him.

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Hello readers and peeps. Sorry its taken so long to get some more of this up. Was just struggling very badly with distractions, drive, and working on the Veskatt cosplay. I hope you enjoy this despite the long wait. Happy to try and answer questions if you have them in the comments :>

The list of names to perhaps learn a little more about those names you spot;
Farseers' Tails character list. by Faclan on DeviantArt

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

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Two days before march.

Greater Skavendom, 11:15 AM
Mormel n Skaul
"Is this really smart-wise Seer-Master?" Ratchol would rather foolishly ask as he tried not to stand on any of the nice pillows strewn over the floor. Mormel himself humming along to himself as he gave the rope he was finishing securing a last good tug before stepping back to admire his work. Taking the wheeled table with him. Snople breathing slowly with his eyes barely open as he dangled above the ground. Hogtied with the dangle rope attached to a rope cage around his chest, his wrists and tail around his middle, and his knees to make sure he wouldn't be in too much pain. While still allowing him to slowly spin. That would teach him some lessons about getting too handsy. Sure the she-slaves had smacked him around in his drunken state good but this was the second part of the lesson to be taught. Some time to hang around and think about what he did.

And if everything went well enjoy it too to become an even more loyal minion!

Before the Seer finally looked over at his Engineer and raised an eyebrow. Finally processing the silly question as one of the spare ropes in Mormels paws was flicked up to boop Ratchol on the nose. Making him epp and flop back onto his butt as he held the stinging wriggle. "Which part-plan Ratchol mmmm?" Mormel would question as Ratchol looked over at the she-slaves smirking at him as Mormel gave that rope he was holding a crack as he pulled it tight.

"Ahh...ohh...Taking me-me to the Warren?" The rope thankfully starting to be coiled up again as Mormel leaned his head back to point with his horns as the drooling, half asleep, slowly rotating Triad.

"Well I cant well take-bring him can I? So you will do as my minion-second for it. And yes-yes, bind-securing Snopl was very smart-wise." A cheeky wink. "And fun!" The she-slaves nodding in agreement as Ratchol kept his paws over his nose as he tried to think of how to get out of this. He liked his workshop. He was safe there and could tinker. He liked to tinker safely. Not go into a random other Warren without pillows to nap on.

"Why not a Stormvermin? Big-strong and stab-happy?" Mormel slipping the rope into one of his wide robe pockets before his hands slid into his sleeves. Starting to walk around the sat down rat like he was a preacher with his hands in his robe. Explaining the most obvious things to the little lost rat.

"Because Kritch will likely bring-ride his big experiment ogre to the Warren-sermon. My Stormvermin can't compare." A grumpy hiss before he continued. "So I will bring you. A different kind of big-strong minion. Just in the brain space." Mormel bending over and resting his smirking face on Ratchols' shoulder from behind. "Make-got it?" The Engie just trying to nod. It did make some sense...though he was worried he wouldn't be able to compare really if the stories he heard were true about the Maws experiment.

"Should I bring-show some of my project-things?"

"Oh no-no! I don't want Kritch to know what I'll bring-spring on him later." Clicking his tongue as he smirked. "Yet." Before he removed his hands from his sleeves and clapped three times. The She-Slaves heading over to grab that wheeled table before walking off with it. Ratchol finally getting up off the ground as he started to look over his gear. Really just a carry vest full of tools and a short blade at his side. Grabbed from the rack when Mormel told him to report to the main room. He wanted to bring more but Mormel had a time schedule to keep. And ruining that would mean the painful ropes. So he kept his mouth shut as the She-Slaves came back with a large warpstone dish, what looked like a seashell, a small plate of tokens on that table now. "Hold." Mormel commanded as he held out his staff to the Engie who held it as gingerly as he could. In case it suddenly grew fangs and bit his head off.

I mean with Grey Seers you could never be sure.

Though before the Seer could begin with whatever plan he had he looked over as a Skaven poked his head into the room. Red eyes gleaming from behind the gasmask he was wearing as Mormel raised an eyebrow at them. Nothing smelt on fire and he wasn't dead. So nothing was clearly /that/ bad. The gasmask taking a few filtered breaths before he spoke up. "Before you leave Seer-Master." He hisked out. "Update-report on production. Going to plan. Just keeping you up to date-time." That got a smile on Mormels snoot as he nodded and then focused back on his new items. That would mean more funds soon for him here. All coming up well today for him. And now to check in on his favorite little big-ears!

Mormel placing both his hands on the sides of the dish as he breathed deeply and closed his eyes. A picture starting to form in the dish itself? The front of a rat snoot visible that was looking at some scrawny slave in an orange shawl. "Good-good." Mormel would mutter mainly to himself as he kept 'watching'. Sliding his left hand off the dish to grab the shell to bring it up to one of his ears. To get the audio to add to the video component of his spying! Eventually the arm of Mormels viewpoint going around that slaves shoulder to bring him in as the two discussed something before a knife was drawn out! Rested against the slaves face! The leather wristlet now in 'view' as it started to softly glow. Mormel letting go of the dish as the image melted away as he held out his hand for his staff and picked up a warpstone token. Chomping down on the sparking lightshow before beckoning Ratchol over.

"Grab-tight. Enket is such a good minion-wriggle for keeping that on still." Mormel happily commented before he looked skyward and vanished in a puff of smoke and Bamf! with Ratchol with him. The she-slaves moving forward to dust off the stone where the two had formally been before the man-thing pushed the table back toward storage as the elf-thing wandered over to Snopl to slide her hands up his strong calves toward his feet. Time to make this lunk squirm! Soon enough joined by the man-thing so they could both have fun when Mormel was gone. Sure he had the special book but Mormel had taught them both well even before he got it - and practice made perfect after all. With Snopl being such a great testbed for them now.

Kritch n Scrazz
Snlle was also progressing well on his own mental adjustment track. It was something for Kritch to be pleased about! And a new robe too! Cotton that was thicker than normal. Still pretty comfy to wear which he was currently doing. It looked...average-bad but that wasn't important when it was his life on the line. And the slave had been even told he would be rewarded when Kritch returned! He had done such a good work on the robe after all. So he would be rewarded with a testing time with Kritch. Had to make sure the robe could better take a zap-zap after all. But on the whole things were going well today for the Maw. Soon he would take the trip over to the Warren to see the boats off before it was time to scheme. With Wehmel. That was less good. But Scrazz would be with him. That was good. It wasn't like Worm was going to do anything to stop Kritch bringing in his best-biggest minion. So excellent.

"Lord-Master Kritch," Snlle would mumble half coherently as he looked up at the Seer who was gently holding both sides of his head with softly glowing paws. "The Maw...best Maw." Kritch nodding slowly with a big smile, true to his title. "Maw...good-good. Me...hnrkr." Snlle twitching and sucking in a breath as his eyes suddenly widened. Starting to struggle before Kritch would squeeze that head softly and shhhhh quietly. The blackfurs eyes closing slowly before he was softly laid back on the makeshift bed for him. Asleep as Kritch would nod and shake out his hands.

"Another day or two and he'll be set. A few niggling remnants of self-safety." The Stormvermin at the door of the small cell nodding. Soon another minion as all should be. "Prepare another special-sprinkle meal for him to eat when he wakes." Kritch clapping as he left the room as the Stormie nodded and bowed. "He can eat, then..." The maw humming as he looked up at the stone ceiling. "Threeish hours from now you all can begin to stomp-shove him. I'll come, save-praise, and continue the process."

"Yes-yes Lord Maw." The Stormie clanging a fist to his chest. "It will be done!" That Stormie getting a headpat before Kritch turned and stretched out his arms over his head just in time for Scrazz to show up and scoop up his Seer into his large arm. Uppies! Both hugging each other before Kritch leaned back to better look over his best minion. Geared up with his Warpstone hammer and a modest amount of armor. Good.

"Ready to show other rat-fools that they should flock to me-me?"

"Of course pumpkin!" Scrazz happily reporting with a smirk before the two headed for the door. At least they were much more organized and together in their goals compared to Mormel. "Although," Kritchs smile slightly shrinking as he glanced back at Scrazz. "You should do some raise-waking Kritch, a few order-pleas need filling." Only a slight delay then. Kritch nodding as he was carried off to another section of his little base of operations. Clambering over Scrazz' large arms to perch himself on one of those broad shoulders. Easily able to hold onto the large helmet of his minion to keep his balance as the smell of decay got stronger. The entire place kind of had that odor around, with all the eating, but it was pretty over powering now. And only getting stronger. Good thing Skaven didn't really have that as a dangerous smell anymore. Just normal day to day life in Skavendom.

And the source of it was soon revealed as the two entered a large room with a pit in the middle that was just having a cart tipped into in. Mostly Skaven corpses but a few what looked like man-things too? Maybe? it was kind of hard to tell some of them being in bits and not really great quality for viewing. But thats fine they were not here to look good. Kritch soon sliding down the large arms of his minion to plop himself next to a pretty bloody table. A big one as he rolled up his robe sleeves and took his offered staff from Scrazz. Looking over to some of the clanrats under his employ near the pit as he shone a bit of a light from his staff. "What is the order-plea? Which clan-group wants how many?"

Hey he was the finger waggler - not the logistician.

One of the masked rats quickly skittering over to offer over a stone tablet, how old fashioned, that Kritch took and hummed as he scanned it over. His green eyes totally skipping over the name as it was drawn instead to where they were based. Tilea - Lumbrusco. Ooooh! And they wanted a group of Grave Knights! Some others who enjoyed and appreciated the loyalty and disposable nature that the Undead brought. And from that area they would surely want more later. How lovely! It would be a bit of a delay but this would be worth it. And delivering good soldiers would lead to much more business for sure. Once the battles began, officers grabbed and twisted for info, and his name mentioned well the enemies would want their own too! As had happened many times. Even more things to come up good for him.

And looking up from the tablet he was pleased to see his clanrats were already bringing over several arms and a drum, man-thing skin and bone made. Looking good! And ducking under the table The Maw would spark bight green before a duller but still strong green glow under the table shone as he started to mumble and chant under his breath. Skull hat starting to glow rather ominously as the three arms and drum were set on the table. Not the amount for the full spell but they only wanted a small squad. For now! More business-money later. Skull hat glowing along with both of Kritchs' eyes and the Warpstone bundle under the table as Kritch clasped his hands together as the gas mask wearing clanrats quickly positioned the man-thing arms around the drum on the center of the table in an even pattern around it. Scrazz even heading over with a sloshing barrel that he set next to Kritch before carefully picking up the mutter-chittering Seer and sitting him on top of the rum barrel. Everyone was in place now. The Maw then tapping his face as his eye glow transferred to his hands before placing his paws palm down on the drum in the center. The severed arms starting to flex and shake before Kritch would shove both his hands through that human skin drum! The rum barrel he was sat on empty in a flash of green light as the arms started to blow away like dust from the table. The Warpstone under the table starting to lose its glow as Kritch shook out his hands. Skull hat still happily glowing but that was to help protect his brain-space from the Dhar he just pumped through all that. Slipping his sleeves back down as he slid his hands into them as he looked back to the large pit. The rattling and scraping of bones and metal starting to echo from inside before eight man-thing skeletons clambered their way out of the pit. Clad in the old remains of armor they had been thrown in with and from what they had grabbed upon waking up. Good-good.

Kritch cocking one of his legs over the other as he sat on his small barrel throne as the skeletons turned to all look at him and in unison saluted him with their weapons. The clanrat cleaners moving to not be in the way so hopefully the Maw wouldn't want those weapons tested. Silly clanrats the Maw wasn't about wasting food like that! Scrazz holding out the stone tablet for Kritch to more easily read as he would skim over it again before looking at his recently raised soldiers before he started to speak to them - green mist exiting his mouth as if he had really bad breath! But it was just the continuation of the spell.

"You will travel to Tilea, down the road south from Lumbrusco." Kritch speaking slowly to ensure the strongest geas for these minions. "There you will find a small encampment led by Captain Dralcon. You will follow his orders and commands. Unless I arrive to take command." An volunteered clanrat skittering forward to hold up a banner to the Skeletons - with the symbol of clan Undermoon on it for others to know who had sent them.

"The Dead serve." They all responded at once before they holstered their collection of weapons and turned. Taking the banner and walking off. Lead by their sixth sense right out the door and into the hallway. They would be out in the blighted Marshes and on their way soon enough. Kritch pulling a face at having to talk like that before he removed his hands from his sleeve and raised up his arms. Soon uppied back onto Scrazzs' shoulders and taking a cleansing quaff of drink.

"Right-right!" The Maw reported as the glow from his skull hat had drained down to the four horns of it and started to vanish. "To the Warren-base!" Happily kicking his feet as his best minion walked off with him on board. Time to scheme with Wehmel and plan how to get both him and Worm on a big plate. With a nice side of cheese!

Enket/Voch
"Two journal-note books." Enket squeaking as he handed over the tokens for that purchase. Sure Gilm did a lot of the note taking and writing but actually making the material to write on was handled by other clans. Often smaller ones who worked with wood topside to make all the paper and other word recoring devices that Skavendom used. Easier than stone tablets. And having a record of success was vitally important for proving your own tales. "You have your own writing-scribe sticks yes Voch?" The Scout asking the slave next to him who nodded as he patted the satchel on his side. Glancing at Enkets mostly empty backpack that he was holding in his other hand.

"You only carry-drag one book around?"

"Well yes-yes. Most of the rest of the space is taken up with food most of the time. Or extra stone-ammo for sling. Or items that the Master-Betters wanted me to pick up. Or tokens from Master-Betters to show I have their...blessing? Or trophies from kills." Enket shrugging as he nodded at the rat who handed over two simple bound journals. Enket flipping through each of them to do a scan of their construction as Voch hummed. Thankfully the paper-books were pretty new fangled so there wasn't a line or anything they were holding up.

"Is that all you lost-left last mission? From the man-things. The book-notes too?" Enket taking hold of the spine of the journal and giving it a tug and pull for more testing as he nodded again.

"Yes-yes. Berold stupid-ass took it all from me. I hope he is eaten-shit by wolves." Voch nodding in agreement as he took his checked over journal and slipping it into his satchel.

"I'll get-carry a pack too. For all that. But separate holder for journal."

"Thats a good-smart idea. Having it all in one spot makes it easier for it all to go missing-stolen." Enket grumbling to himself as he punched his hand into his fist before taking a breath and spreading out his hands. Calm was good. Both Gilm nodding at the binder-rat who returned to work as the two walked off. Though Voch was tapping his fingers together as the two headed toward the next stall in the Warren. Got to get all the gear needed for the upcoming mission. Weapons and packs they could get from Gilm. But Enket had lost it all so needed to restock. Voch could do with more gear too. Though Enket glancing back at his comrades ancy nature and tilted his head. "Worry-panic about mission-task?"

"A little. Though am more worried about your lost-stolen items. Aren't you worried Enket?"

"About some man-thing using my things?"

"About all your notes." Enket ooohing and patting Voch's shoulder. A smile on his face as he tugged the slave along toward the next stall as he explained.

"I see-see. See back when I was a wee-kit Voch I worried the same thing." Not caring, or knowing, that Voch was older than him. "About how all my well written and expensive-valuable notes were going to be stolen by every rat-thing. Other-thing too." Voch looking confused as Enket seemed to just be confirming his own fears but thankfully the scout continued. It wasn't just 'you are right-correct to panic Voch, do it more!'. "But you see I could steal your notes. You could steal mine. Chief-Chief could break your neck. Kekkan could strangle you to blue-death." Enket shrugging as he pulled a short blade from his belt and rested it against Vochs' nose - still smiling. "I could stab-kill you right now even. You never-ever know with we Skaven do you-you?" Voch going crosseyed as he stared at the dagger resting against his nose before Enket flipped it back to his belt. "But that's all a concern-worry isn't it? Skaven do cause many-endless issues."

"Uhh...yes-yes?"

"Correct! And if you only think-worry about things like that you won't be able to get any work done. Or really live-see much of anything besides the ground behind your tail-back." Enket stepped up to the next stall as he leaned over to the merchant. "Three write-scribe sticks," before he looked back at Voch and spread out his arms to gesture at the Warren around them both. And his fancy leather wristlet that was starting to softly glow? "I find-hope its best to not worry about it all. After all really if some-rat is going to stab and rob you they will often strike from the shadows. And you won't be able to really do-stop much of it. Like how Berold stupid-ass clubbed me in the back of the head. Its good to be aware of things that can happen." Enket transferring tokens over for the utensils as he slipped them into his pack. "But not over-think about them. Or else you won't be able to - what do we Gilm do-say Voch?"

"Look-see, remember, record?" Getting a thumbs up from Enket as the two continued on.

"Good learning! But also try to make-think of some kind of code you can write in. Just in case those man-things or whoever-thing does take your notes can read Queekish. But you are correct, man-things did take my journal. Hells it could have even been the Hunter-thing. But right now I cant worry about that. Just look forward to the new mission-task. That make sense?"

"Yes-yes," Voch letting out a breath and relaxing his shoulders. "Thats a pretty....good-good outlook? I think?"

"It helps keep me sane-normal at least." Well. As normal as a Skaven can be as Enket suddenly sucked in a breath and stood up straight. Voch taking a step back as Enket would clap his none wristlet-ed hand over his eyes and point around with his other hand that had the now brightly glowing wristlet on.

"Seer-Master?" Voch began before BAMF! Mormel appearing in a burst of smoke next to Enket on a patch of clear floor with some kind of engie rat clinging to his staff. Voch quickly dropping to a knee as Enket collapsed down to both of them. "Seer-Master!"
Enket coughing as he tried to say the same before Mormel waved them both to be quiet, after shoving Ratchol off his staff as the Seer straightened up. The Engie sucking in deep breaths as he tried to look around at where they had Leaped too.

"Yes-yes my favorite little record keepers! It is me-me!" Striking a pose as the Skaven around quickly dropped into a bow as well as Mormel scanning around the room. "I'm not late am I? The boat-slaves still here?"

Enket managing to regain his breath as he coughed and replied. "No-no Seer-Master...Such a weird-odd feeling." Mormel stepping over to pat between Enkets big adorable ears as he smirked.

"Just the Winds blowing over you-you my favorite little orange squeak." Enket trying to grit his mouth shut as those wriggly Mormel paws started to scritch those ears. Voch peaking over to watch with a rather interested expression as Enket squirmed under those claws. "You are getting better at dealing with it! Still awake this time! Good-good." Mormels eyes finally landing on the stage where he could spot a crowd forming as his smile turned into a more neutral expression. "Is the grand-mighty," sticking out his tongue. "Warren-Master going to be delivering a Sermon for the mission?"

"Yes-yes Seer-Master." Both Gilm replied though Enkets had some giggles between the words.

"Oh good." Mormel tapping his staff on the ground which helped both Gilm hop up onto their feet. "I look forward to see-hearing how well he can squeak out of his tiny-weak maw."

"It really is-is isn't it?" A voice from high up commented as Mormel spun around, thankfully no longer holding Enkets ears, as Kritch smirked down at him from Scrazzs' shoulders where he was happily perched. Just living it up looking down on Mormel from his best-strongest minnion. Little show off even in a new robe - little smug-shit! With his very big-strong Maw even having an all too familiar glow to Enket and Voch who quickly skittered away from Kritch, Mormel, and the potential sparks that were about to fly. Both of course staying low to the ground in deference. They needed to get tools after all! And not die-die.

Mormel glaring back as he reached over with his staff and hooked Ratchol back to his side. To show that he had a minion with him too! But...it really was hard to compared to Scrazz. Which just made Mormel glare more as he thought about that small-horn Vreekit too. He had a big strong minion too. He had thought this would be a good show but...arrgh! This would need to be fixed later for sure but they also had a mission here. Not just comparing who had the best minion-slaves. He really should have let Ratchol bring along one of his devices - the nerd had suggested a good idea. Not that Mormel would admit that of course.

"Kritch - here to hear the most glorious Warren-Master do his Sermon and see the boat-slaves leave?" Kritch just nodding from his perch as he leaned to the side to rest against the large stone of a head that Scrazz had.

"Yes-yes. And then check in on my eyes about where to find you-know-who."

"Good. We will meet after to discuss findings and plan?" Another nod from Kritch before he sniffed and looked around from his crows nest.

"Haplan around?"

"Not seen-smelt him. He will likely show up for the Sermon I'd wager."

"Its not Pestilins chitter-speak fool, why would he?" Mormel bristling as Ratchol would squeak as he was gently zapped from Mormels grip before the Seer opened his mouth to reply but Kritch had already directed Scrazz to turn and walk off. Just leaving Mormel hanging like that. It didn't improve his mood as he glared at Kritch before looking at Ratchol who was squinting in pain.

"You need to get big-strong or shiny-dangerous." Mormel commanded as he let go of his Engineer before he stalked off the opposite direction from Kritch. Ratchol err-umming as he tried to keep up. Really unsure of all that was going on right now as he tried to not be left alone.

Warren, 12:13 PM
Peaking around the side of the large meeting room doors Vreekit would nod to himself. Looked like every-rat was there. He could even spot the Chiefs, much easier due to their several head height advantage they had over the common rats, waiting for the Sermon. Though the height advantage of the Chiefs also let him see Kritch and Scrazz standing and waiting for him. Mormel was likely here too. Ffffff. His tail flicking in worry before Racko would clamp a hand on his shoulder. Looking back as the large albino nodded and smiled. He had this. He had been practicing for the entrance. And had help. Thankfully due to the stages raised platform no rat...except Kritch, would be high enough to see the small silver plate that was in the middle of it. Set up by one of Vreekits Stormvermin before the majority of the crowd started to arrive. And thankfully still there as other Stormvermin kept greedy paws off the stage. He had this. Make Haplan proud and himself interesting!

Racko taking tight hold of Vreekits' staff as he moved the door open more. The general chitter-chatter of the Warren flowing in as Vreekit closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Through shadow-darkness, we step, to the bright-shine of potential." He would mutter as he slowly opened his clenched fist that wasn't holding his staff. Focusing on the image of that plate that he stared at most of the morning to see every chip and curve it had. A small orb of smoke zipping from his now open hand through the air. Thankfully very hard to see and not many were looking up, before it impacted the silver plate. Billowing into a cloud of smoke before there was a thump-clatter on the stage. The smoke thankfully covering Vreekit as he was flat on his face on the stage. Unfortunately still holding his staff which made him squeak in pain. Racko able to grab the back of his robe and haul him back to his feet before the smoke dissipated and the two would come into full view standing together. The general rats gasping at the sudden appearance of the Warren Master and his guard as Vreekits face of pain for his wrist and fingers thankfully had the desired effect of making all the rats assembled, besides his fellow Seers, drop down in deference to him and gaze at the floor. Good so far.

Racko left holding the staff as Vreekit shook out his wrist to get out the stinging pain before he quickly took his staff back and sucked in a breath. Kritch and Mormel smirking at his discomfort as they were the only ones still watching. Time to get this show on the road! Something he was much more confident in than his mostly successful Bridge of Shadows. Thumping the staff on the stage as the candles on the top lit up as he began to speak.

"Assembled children-spawn of the Great Horned One!" A return wave of mutters of 'Great-grand Father' from the rats before Worm continued. "Soon you will leave the Warren-home. And skitter toward the eventual Ascendency of all Skavenkind!" Well it would only be half of them now. But Vreekit was fine doing another one of these later as he raised his lit up staff. "They celebrate and enjoy their worthless-shit lives! Unaware of the blessing we will deliver-stab into their hearts!" The musk of battle starting to rise as the chittering also started to grow. Sure the overland team may feel extra blessed and favored with the additional Sermon but that's for them to worry about. "All of their goods, shiny-gleams, food, and themselves shall be yours!" And their issue to live up to the extra favor of Father and for the boat time to prove they should have been blessed more. Just some healthy likely lethal competition!

"Food! Slave-minions! Power! Death to revel-prove in!" The chattering growing louder as Worm flexed out his fingers on his none staff hand as it started to glow red. Just a little flare. "Know that He watches and waits to see-behind your success! Your victory! Another step toward the swarm-gnawing of the World!" The gassed up rats making so much noise that Vreekit couldn't be heard as he muttered something to Racko before pointing up. The small fireball flying from his hand to burst overhead. Quieting down the chatter and making the rats look down again. "You have your mission-tasks. Know that glory and power is there to be taken. Praise be to the Lord of the World Below!" Praise! Praise! Shouted back at him properly before Worm wooshed his candle staff out toward the marsh. "All shall gain-earn much in this mission. Disperse-scurry! And claw down those gains to you-you!"

The cheering starting again as Koroc and Gritus turned and headed out toward the boats to start to load up and push off. It would be two days of misery for them really. But at least they were started off jazzed up. Trol and Rikkitt heading out as well to make sure everything was running smoothly as Word headed over toward Sneke and Veskatt - the sneaky Chief happily sipping on a steaming bottle of brown liquid as he even gave Word a wave. Someone was in a good mood. Their clans moving off toward their own grounds to continue the prep as area around the stage rather quickly was mostly empty. Slaves moving about picking up things that were dropped to deliver to Carrion as Worm nodding to himself. That went pretty ok. Giving his staff a shake to extinguish the candles before he looked over at some wet sounding clapping. To see Haplan standing next to the stage!

The Stormvermin who had been standing on that side having moved apart to allow the Monk to get closer. For their own safety really.

It was unfortunate that Haskir was looming behind Haplan which really axed the positive mood Haplan seemed to be trying to convey. "Well done-said young Wormmind!" Haplan commented as he picked up his walking staff from against the stage and stepped back to allow Vreekit to hop off. Shortly followed by Racko who just nodded at the Monk. "Very good words to help push-raise everyone on for this mission."

"Many thanks Brother Haplan...are you here for a mission-task as well?" The old one shaking his head as he turned to the side to gesture at Haskir, as if Worm hadn't seen the Warlord glaring daggers at both he and the back of Haplans head.

"Oh no-no. Just came to hear your words before a meeting time with Lord Haskir-Tooth here. I'm sure it will go well." Haskir just hissing in response as Nammer tried to conceal himself behind his large father. Kell on the other hand was just standing happily to his dad-bosses right. Nothing to worry about in his mostly empty head.

"And in addition," Haskir would grunt as he nodded to his side and Kell stepped forward. "I heard-saw that those other Seers were looking at you. Trouble like," Vreekit glancing over to see that Scrazz hadn't moved yet with Kritch on his shoulder. And Mormel was now stood next to him. Both watching him with large smiles as Mormel offered a little finger waggling wave and Kritch pointed at his own mouth. Trouble like for sure. "So-so." Haskir continued. "I offer you Kell for extra guard-protection." Racko tensing as the Chieftain stepped forward and saluted. Oh GHR not the idiot-fool...

Vreekit meanwhile would oooh and then nod. This was...concerning. But not as concerning as Mormel and Kritch. "Good plan-idea Warlord. Extra eyes always good." Though the Seer would glance around. "Where is first-son? Oluk?"

"Driving. Gather-grabbing a special Engineer for the ground team. For the failures team." Ah. Well at least he wasn't dead right? Kell moving to stand on Vreekits side with Racko on the other. Who despite not able to say anything was trying real hard to keep his mouth shut. Someone wasn't a fan of this arrangement as Kell kept smiling away. He was doing good. "Now-now. Haplan."

"Me!" The monk happily responded as he gave a little salute that didn't improve Haskirs mood. Though not much really did anymore. Growling at the lack of respect-fear the Warlord would turn and walk toward the meeting room.

"We meet-plan," reaching out to grab Nammer and pull him forward to walk ahead of them and open the door. Haplan though didn't move as he turned back to Vreekit.

"Well done-said again young Worm. Keep up the good practice!" Before he walked off...the other way from the meeting place? Toward Kritch and Mormel. Haskir watching him good and staring at him. Blood boiling away as Nammer was smart enough to grab a passing clanrat and drag them between Haskir and himself so the backhand that was aimed at his chin instead clonked into the clanrats head. The now unconscious rat set down on the floor as Nammer skittered back to open the door so Haskir could maybe take his anger out on some chairs. Not him.