A lone outpost in the middle of nowhere on the edge of the Drench sits with little activity. The guards in it walk along the walls of the small compound keeping watch. Each guard is adorn with runes and icons of Khorne while carrying jagged axes covered in old dry blood. It’s been weeks maybe even months since the outpost had seen anything and it was starting to show on its khorne occupants. A argument started in the court yard area over what might have been food or just for the sake of spilling blood, the two men went at it and it was taking everything the leader of the group had to try and stop the when the group started to shake and ripping could be heard like reality itself was being torn apart.
“What the hell is that sound” yelled Khornite in charge “it must be the cowardly Tzeentch attacking man the walls and prepare to collect some skulls for the skull throne”
Men were racing to the ramparts and preparing to send the invaders back, but no one could see anyone attacking. Then it happened with a explosion in the center of the compound that throw dozens from the ramparts. A Gnaw hole had appeared in the compound and hundreds of giant rats were pouring out and ripping the khornite warriors closes to the portal apart. But the khorne warriors dug deep and started to make head way against the surge of rats and push back. They made a great showing of violence until the rat Ogors surged out from the gnaw holes slammed into the khorne battle lines. The rabid rat Ogors tore into the mortals and the last of the resistance in the outpost fell.
A large Skaven appears out of the portal carrying a Warpstone tipped lash and barking orders makes his way through the carpet of giant rats.
“Yes-yes kill-kill the meat bags my pretty’s” Theddrisk yells to the Rat Ogors
A entourage of Packmasters crack whips and and screams commands at the hoards of rats has they begin the process of clearing the outpost.
“Yes-yes Kankerfire will pleased with us. Theddrisk should make this his Burrow base here I think” Ratsputin explains while stepping out of a shadow.
Theddrisk hisses at Ratsputin but knows hes right, this would make a great forward burrow to operate out of. But he hated the power this particular grey seer had within the council, but time will tell if he can hold on to it. For now tho he was right and there was no need to cause waves
“Yes-yes I’ll have the slaves start building” Theddrisk exclaims
By nightfall the next day the outpost was no longer recognizable and most of it torn down with a massive underground burrow in its place.
