Rekuck's Rats lick their wounds

“Six of the seven Skaven stood huddled in a corner of what could only loosely be described as a room. The building was perhaps grand once, now it lay in ruins, wrecked with little structure, its ceiling looked ready to cave, the door hung limply from one hinge.

Fishnag, a night runner and the seventh Skaven was in the opposite corner. Fishnag had an extraordinary and inexplicable talent for controlling beasts, and stood stroking a huge rat ogre. The rat ogre, usually a fearsome creature, savage and hungry for flesh was huntched over, offering the top of its head to Fishnag. Fishnag adoringly obeyed the beast (which he had lovingly bestowed the name Nool), forgetting the pain coming from the gruesome injury he had obtained in battle and instead scratched Nool behind the ear with his long yellow claws.

A trickle of blood oozed from the gash just below Fishnag’s knee. Yellow puss was already forming in the centre of the cut. “That fatskey sliced my leg Nool. That fatskey dwarf will be munched upon next time we see him” Fishnag whispered to the Ogre. Nool, oblivious, replied with a gormless expression of contentment.

“Fools, two shards of warpstone, Master will not be happy- WILL NOT BE HAPPY” Rekuck yelled, following the outburst with a stomp of his foot.
Rekuck was a terrifying Skaven, with long red robes, sharp blades tided to his fists and a scar ridden face. He was older than the rest, approaching 14 and had already risen to rank of Assassin. His tail was twitching from left to right with irritation. Today had been a humiliating day for his mob.

Rekuck clicked his tongue. He needed to think. Master had just begun to trust Rekuck, something that was favourable if he wanted to stay un-gobbled. How do you prevent being gobbled thought Rekuck…
“Two shards, is better than no shards.” Spoke Rekuck and grinned- showing his black fangs. If the Master was displeased he would sacrifice the verminkin- Zedax and Orz. Hopefully if Master was feasting on their scrawny bodies he would forgive Rekuck.

“Let’s go and present Master with our warp-treasure” Rekuck spoke slowly- concentrating not to let slip his plan.
None of the Mob argued. The Skaven all salivated at the thought of owning their very own warpstone chunk but knew the risk was not worth the gain. Master would track traitors down, betraying the Nightmaster of Clan Eshin was no threat in comparison. Even if they could escape Master, they would almost certainly die. A single Skaven, even one with a rat ogre would be doomed alone in Mordheim. They had chosen their path long ago, now they must tread it.”