Clan Nekrot's Krypt

A side blog for Skaven related roleplay, stories and asks.

[clannekrot]

What IS This?

Hi, this is a blog for fiction regarding my homebrew Warhammer clan, Clan Nekrot. Anything involving RP, character asks, or stories/shorts will be done here. My main blog is @commissionerg89 for general stuff or posting art.

Character List: Nihilus Creech - The grey seer attached to the clan.

https://www.tumblr.com/commissionerg89/792903735781244928/grey-seer-nihilus?source=share

Mortok Corpse-Chewer - The clan's current warlord.

https://www.tumblr.com/commissionerg89/792525274519617536/gravelord-mortok-corpse-chewer-of-clan-nekrot-a?source=share

General Rules

No minors, 20+, you know the drill with this.

Mutuals free to interact.

Warhammer can get pretty grimdark so mature content warning, but no extremes like detailed gore or sexual violence.

I'm not a RP snob so I don't care about writing length or any of that.

[clannekrot]

Relations With Others Pt. 2

Naturally, Clan Nekrot are enemies to all forces of Order, but they are chiefly concerned with combating the forces of Death, as Nagash has long been an enemy of skavenkind, and they are opposed to his necromancy and visions of a world of undead servants. They hate the undead with a passion, believing that dead-things should STAY dead (But they are tasty). Cunning foes can easily pull strings to direct the Clan to clash with Nagash's minions, thereby killing two birds with one stone.

One should be aware, however, of civilians getting caught in the middle of these battles. Furthermore, focusing their hatred on the undead does NOT mean the skaven are willing to leave others alone - while the undead are their priority targets, they are still willing to pillage and burn any surface settlements they come across. They are also known to join campaigns waged by other clans, most notably in the recent Vermindoom (while constantly plotting against them, of course).

Notable enemies include House Albescu, a vampire dynasty. Long ago, this family were rising stars among their peers, until the clan raided their manor in a surprise assault, ending in the death of their patriarch. This was thoroughly humiliating, and the other dynasties never let them hear the end of it. With their reputation in tatters and the loss of influence, the current patriarch, Razvan Albescu, swore to exterminate them and any other skaven he came across. The vampires of House Albescu have become specialized vermin hunters, skilled with pistol and sabre, armed with all manner of traps, fear musk bombs, and other tools that have made them exterminators much like their hated foes.

The skaven also compete with ogors in the realm for food, and one warband of Beastclaw Raiders, the Sorg Alfrostun, are a fatalistic group that believe there is no hope of escaping the accursed Everwinter that eventually consumes their kind, and thus cherish the short time they have together. They even ferment their meat much like Clan Nekrot. The clan desecrated a memorial made by their current leader, Angrboda Bonecarver, honoring their fallen (including her mate) to the Flesheater Courts. The two have been fighting ever since, and she personally enjoys scrimshawing skaven bones. Like most Raiders, they are constantly on the move while the Everwinter chases them. It takes the form of a freezing rain so heavy it obscures everything else. They have been known to aid others in combating the skaven, but otherwise prefer to keep to themselves.

[clannekrot]

Relations With Others Pt. 1

Having lived deep in the realm of Shyish for so long and so removed from the skaven capital of Blight City, the clan does not take kindly to outsiders. While skaven naturally distrust each other, Clan Nekrot doesn't even pretend to tolerate their fellow ratmen, and are highly territorial. As a result, any skaven wandering into their turf, especially their capital, are immediately attacked and butchered, no exceptions. A warlord and his war party learned this the hard way when they showed up and demanded shelter while fighting Stormcast nearby - their bones were stacked outside Scratchgrave as a warning. Those wishing to treat with the clan are advised to ask for escort ahead of time, and even then, there is a small chance one might not return.

The skaven of Nekrot do not like 'city mice' and prefer to keep to themselves. Their attitude and murderous response to trespassing outsiders makes it difficult to gain political leverage at the capital, though like most clans they still want a seat at the Council. It is likely their prowess fighting the forces of Nagash makes them useful enough to the Council, as well as their remote location, to not warrant a takeover attempt despite their diplomatic gaffs.

Despite this, they are not without alliances. While most of the other forces of Chaos want nothing to do with the skaven, especially this bunch, the clan is Pactsworn with a warband known as the Tarnished Scions. The warband consists of disgraced nobles and knights who turned to chaos, led by the Chaos Lord Leopold XI, The Gilded. Obsessed with restoring the former glory of his fallen dynasty, Leopold joined the Clan in a campaign against a Bonereaper fortress, and since then the warband sometimes joins in on their eternal war against the undead. Even more unusual is the clan's alliance with a nearby ghoul kingdom, the Maniacal Court of Bowelbleed, led by King Heartripper. While ghouls are inherently dangerous due to the effects of their delusions, this has worked in Clan Nekrot's favor: a quirk of this particular ghoul colony is that they see the skaven as timid mouse people who they are obliged to nobly protect from evil forces. The skaven exploit this by directing troublesome foes into the ghouls' territory, hoping their insane allies take care of it for them.

[clannekrot]

Clan Economy

Like all skaven, Clan Nekrot's economy centers around warpstone, as their home burrow Scratchgrave was established near a warpstone deposit. Naturally, those at the top enjoy a wealth of warptokens while the majority fight or fleece each other for their money. Raiding the surface world for loot is, of course, a way for them to get supplies of food, weapons and other goods.

But they have additional sources of income. Scavenging dead bodies means a lot of scrap and trinkets they have no use for, so they will trade it away to other clans or chaos forces who might want their junk. But most notably, the clan outsources themselves as undead hunters to fight infestations of the walking dead plaguing other clan territories, charging exorbitant prices for what they consider pest control. Hunting parties will be dispatched to deal with the threat plaguing whatever warlord is willing to purchase their services, these parties usually consisting of weapon teams, trappers, bait layers, undead-seeking wolf rats, and sometimes a rat ogre or two. Gravelord Mortok Corpse-Chewer frequently goes on hunts and shirks his clawlord duties, often with a hunting party in tow.

Rumors abound that the clan sometimes arranges breakouts of undead infestations in order to siphon cash from wealthier clans. This is, of course, 100 percent true, but they will always deny these baseless accusations against their profession, obviously planted by jealous rivals.

However, the clan's economy has one major weakness compared to other skaven clans: they do not use slave labor. Clan Nekrot's obsession with death means they rarely take captives, preferring to simply butcher those they conquer for consumption or fermentation. Anyone that IS taken is used as live bait to attract undead on hunts, and thus do not live for long. Instead, the clanrats do all the menial labor, usually those unable to find another niche for themselves, or have fallen in status within the clan. While this makes the clan productive on all levels, they are not capable of rapid expansion like other clans and thus, remain on the smaller side.

[clannekrot]

Clan Diet

All skaven are able and willing to eat anything they get their hands on due to their high metabolisms. But they are also capable of discerning appetites, especially those in the higher echelons of society who can afford to be picky. Clan Nekrot is unique in that, like their forebears of Clan Mordkin, almost exclusively eats rotten flesh - and specifically, undead flesh.

The intoxicating aroma of decay is like ambrosia to even the lowliest clanrat, to the point that freshly killed prey tastes bland to them. The magically tinted flesh of zombies, ghouls, vampires, and other forms of undead are simply delectable spice to the skaven of Clan Nekrot, each category of undead having their own flavor profile. Intangible undead like ghosts are harder to consume, but they have developed ways to catch and consume ectoplasm, like some people enjoy eating still living seafood - much to the annoyance of their allies in Clan Geist, who prefer to use phantasms as fuel for their machinery and weapons.

Often the clan will raid burial grounds, cemeteries and necropolises to snatch corpses for their larders, but the majority of their meals comes from fighting the forces of Nagash. Of course, their own dead, or the dead of other skaven, are not off limits either - those that fall are guaranteed to be processed for fermentation, no exceptions.

Collected bodies not already eaten are taken to massive burrow chambers for storage, guarded by the clan's elite stormvermin, the Tomb Raiders. Fresher corpses are thrown into open-air burial sites to decompose, also closely guarded to prevent the rabble from stealing. Collecting corpses after a battle is often tasked to 'Harvesters', clanrats who are too old, too sick, or otherwise unable to fight; clanrats who have fallen to schemes from rivals; or clanrats otherwise unable to find another occupation. The life of a Harvester is dangerous, as they must collect as many bodies as they can before others can arrive: heavily armed looters, savage scavengers, or enterprising necromancers. Some are given motorized carriages for transporting the bodies, though these are difficult to control and prone to exploding. But, Harvesters often get the pick of the meat, and can avoid the usual meat grinder skaven battles.

Under absolutely no circumstances does Clan Nekrot tolerate using fire on their undead foes. Doing so chars the meat and completely ruins the flavor they are so infatuated by. As a result warpfire throwers are rare to nonexistent within the clan, though many debates arise on their effectiveness on the undead hordes versus their culinary downsides - said debates usually result in many dead skaven from hired assassins.

[clannekrot]

Clan hunting characteristics

As frequent combatants against the undead hordes of Nagash, the Skaven of Clan Nekrot have evolved certain habits and characteristics when in battle:

-Most, from the lowly clanrat to the highest chieftain, are capable of remaining completely still - lacking the fidgeting and twitching of other clans. This is perhaps to mimic corpses, though of course no recorded history of theirs exists.

-They specialize in ambushes and trap laying, slowly picking apart undying hordes. They also are adept at earthworks, burying themselves in shallow pockets or tunnels before erupting forth beneath the enemy's feet.

-They take their war paint seriously. The white dye of their fur is a combination of ground up bone dust (often from their own dead) and pale mud, rolling around in it like chinchillas. The black ink is unknown, theorized to be either distilled corpse drippings or the ink from some species of mollusk. The higher the ranks, the more elaborate the paint. The Skaven feel that looking like a corpse will give them the bravery to fight the undead.

-When fighting they are mostly silent, except for a strange dialect of bastardized queekish consisting of mostly squeaks, trills or clicks as a form of coordination (as much as Skaven can do so) - taught to them by Deathmaster Charnull's mysterious clan ages ago when the two made first contact.

-Nekrot Skaven fight extra hard for their lives if cornered, due to a cultural deeper understanding of death, but otherwise can fall to typical Skaven cowardice if presented with a stronger foe. They also do not use sophisticated tactics like more Mors-like clans. Most big city Skaven consider them nothing more than 'deranged hillbillies'.

[colbys-creations]

I find this idea immensely interesting: a Skaven clan that formed from the remnants of when Skavendom united against Nagash, because these Skaven are still deathly afraid of Nagash. Logically, that fear wouldn’t just fade, so it’s logical that something like this would happen.

I imagine they would be relatively unified by Skaven standards, similar to Mors and Pestilens in that regard; it also distinguishes itself from the other two (mostly) unified Skaven clans, as while Mors is unified through practical benefits and loyalty, and Pestilens is unified through fanaticism and religion, this Clan is unified through the cowardice inherent to all Skaven and a greater knowledge of the consequences of death.

You’ve really got my creativity turning. I think I’ll use your idea as inspiration for my own OC Skaven clan.

[clannekrot]

That's awesome, love when others get inspired. Thank you!

[clannekrot]

Master Moulder Vikirr the Stitcher (and Counting-Thing)

Age: 41 Height: 5'7" Weight: 190 lb. Fur Pattern: Patches of white

Tattoos/Markings: Stitched together sickly green skin

Likes: Making monsters, making money, his shock prod, sewing, how things were better in his day, respect; (Counting Thing) Budgeting. Dislikes: These young skaven, Losing money, disobedience, getting swindled, modern times; (Counting Thing) Vikirr.

Favorite Food: Slab of thundertusk roasted on open fire medium-rare; (Counting Thing) Black cheese nuggets. History: Vikirr is old. Very, very, very old (for skaven). So much so that many of his rivals and clanmates trying to usurp him are exasperated he somehow still persists in clinging to life. He is the master of Clan Grymm, a small Moulder clan known for experimenting with dead flesh in their various experiments in monster creation - as a result of their unusual methods (that are kept secret), their products have a distinct green tinge to their skin, Vikirr included. Vikirr began clawing up the ranks to Packmaster status early in life, showing a particular aptitude - and obsession - for financial transactions. The wheeling and dealing packmaster gradually amassed his power until he managed to overthrow the previous Master Moulder first by depleting his coin, then depleting his political power, then depleting his life. Since then, he has overseen the clan's experiments for decades, thanks to life extending self-experimentation and his previously mentioned impossible luck. At some point, he created his own little brain rat to attach to himself, to handle the financial calculations Vikirr is constantly juggling.

Personality: Vikirr is a proud skaven - proud of his own genius in both fleshcraft and mercantilism, proud of his old age, proud of the battles he 'bravely' lead, etc. He is also willing to let others know about his accomplishments loud and proud, with an exuberance that persists despite his advanced age, and to the annoyance of younger skaven. Of course, he is considerably 'out there' due to said age, and it is clear Vikirr does not fully operate in the realm of reality. He constantly claims credit for various things he clearly had no hand in, is hard of hearing and can barely see, frequently seems confused on where he is and what he was doing, and tends to ramble on about random topics. Despite this, there is still a ruthless, shrewd skaven mind underneath all that, and those who think to pull a fast one on the old mad scientist will be swiftly corrected.

[clannekrot]

Warlock-Master Malefact Wraithbinder

Age: 6 Height: 5'4" Weight: 160 lb. Fur Pattern: Piebald (Brown and White)

Tattoos/Markings: None

Likes: Science, Inventing, Stealing Ideas from Underlings, Ghost Busting, Harnessing Ectoplasm, Fancy Clothing, Good Manners Dislikes: Crass Behavior, Underlings Acting Smarter Than Him, Ghosts, Non-Skaven, Skaven, Rotten Meat

Favorite Food: Dwarf Sirloin with Grave Potato Au Gratin and a glass of Vampire blood-infused wine. History: Malefact rose from a humble acolyte to the prestigious title of Warlock-Engineer thanks to his research on harnessing ectoplasmic energy from ghosts and phantoms as fuel over warpstone for skaven industrial applications. That and double-crossing any of his rivals in the way, of course. His theory that the spirits of the dead can and should be put to work for the living landed him the position of leader of Clan Geist. The clan was always a small one, and despite harnessing Skryre technology they needed needed the security of a larger clan for income and bodies to put between them and their enemies. It was relatively recently that Clan Geist became partners (or thralls) to Clan Nekrot, providing them with guns, artillery and stormfiends to aid their fight against the undead. Malefact is, in fact, the mastermind of the alliance. Their purchases fuel his research into abusing the dead.

Personality: Malefact is considered an oddity among skaven due to his extremely formal way of speaking and his refined taste in clothing, food, even art - to the point that rumors persist that he was once a human mage that was struck by a grey seer's 13th spell, forced to claw his way back to a position of prominence. Others say he is in fact possessed by the soul of a powerful human monarch thanks to an experiment gone awry. Whatever the case, he is unusually well-spoken and can speak human language quite fluently.

He can seem quite charming and refined, but make no mistake, he is still a skaven beneath his veneer of gentility. He is ruthless, cunning, murderous and willing to advance his goals off the backs of others - he's just a little better at hiding it. Of course, he is always looking for a way to get a leg up on his 'allies' by any means necessary.

He still is perhaps the best 'face' for dealing with non-skaven for Clan Nekrot, as he has ties with the chaos dwarfs who are interested in his use of the dead as labor.

[clannekrot]

Clan hunting characteristics

As frequent combatants against the undead hordes of Nagash, the Skaven of Clan Nekrot have evolved certain habits and characteristics when in battle:

-Most, from the lowly clanrat to the highest chieftain, are capable of remaining completely still - lacking the fidgeting and twitching of other clans. This is perhaps to mimic corpses, though of course no recorded history of theirs exists.

-They specialize in ambushes and trap laying, slowly picking apart undying hordes. They also are adept at earthworks, burying themselves in shallow pockets or tunnels before erupting forth beneath the enemy's feet.

-They take their war paint seriously. The white dye of their fur is a combination of ground up bone dust (often from their own dead) and pale mud, rolling around in it like chinchillas. The black ink is unknown, theorized to be either distilled corpse drippings or the ink from some species of mollusk. The higher the ranks, the more elaborate the paint. The Skaven feel that looking like a corpse will give them the bravery to fight the undead.

-When fighting they are mostly silent, except for a strange dialect of bastardized queekish consisting of mostly squeaks, trills or clicks as a form of coordination (as much as Skaven can do so) - taught to them by Deathmaster Charnull's mysterious clan ages ago when the two made first contact.

-Nekrot Skaven fight extra hard for their lives if cornered, due to a cultural deeper understanding of death, but otherwise can fall to typical Skaven cowardice if presented with a stronger foe. They also do not use sophisticated tactics like more Mors-like clans. Most big city Skaven consider them nothing more than 'deranged hillbillies'.

[skaven-shenanigans]

@Clannekrot

(your ask button is missing) For a very tired seer:

"If fat-thing is always gone, shouldn't you-you be clan leader?"

[clannekrot]

"Hnn...do not underestimate the power of a decoy-figurehead. Easy-simple to lay blame, to divert rivals' plot-schemes. Besides, the lard-arse commands fear-respect of clanrats. Still useful - for now."

[skaven-shenanigans]

*little does he know a certain Goth apprentice is around the corner snickering along.*

"I see.."

[clannekrot]

*Nihilus' ears twitch, briefly imagining throwing his gremlin chud son into a volcano.* "Remember, tusked one, that it is our sacred duty to guide-minister the Horned One's children, NOT to take the spotlight...also, are you-you neglecting your grooming?"

[skaven-shenanigans]

Vykstyrn's posture straightened some, ears and matted fur raising as he stared the other seer down. As if offended by the question.

"What is it to you-you?"

[clannekrot]

The other seer stared blankly at Vykstyrn. Perhaps unnervingly, he was as still as a statue. Not even a whisker twitch or an ear flick! "I must advise-counsel you reign in your scent-stink. It is unbecoming of a seer. Also, distracting." There is a very long pause. "No offense-insult meant, brother-in-faith," he added in the least sincere tone possible.

[skaven-shenanigans]

@Clannekrot

(your ask button is missing) For a very tired seer:

"If fat-thing is always gone, shouldn't you-you be clan leader?"

[clannekrot]

"Hnn...do not underestimate the power of a decoy-figurehead. Easy-simple to lay blame, to divert rivals' plot-schemes. Besides, the lard-arse commands fear-respect of clanrats. Still useful - for now."

[skaven-shenanigans]

*little does he know a certain Goth apprentice is around the corner snickering along.*

"I see.."

[clannekrot]

*Nihilus' ears twitch, briefly imagining throwing his gremlin chud son into a volcano.* "Remember, tusked one, that it is our sacred duty to guide-minister the Horned One's children, NOT to take the spotlight...also, are you-you neglecting your grooming?"

[clannekrot]

Master Assassin Charnull

Age: Unknown

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 110 lb.

Fur Color: Dark Gray Tattoos/Markings: None Likes: Jump Scaring Clanrats, Collecting Death Masks, Sleeping Under Assassination Targets' Beds, Murder

Dislikes: The Undead, Skaven, Sudden Movements, Sudden Noises, Being Stared At

Favorite Food: Unknown

History: The head assassin Charnull hails from an unnamed Eshin clan in paid service to Clan Nekrot...and that is all anyone knows. He is something of a bogeyman among the clan's rank and file, commanding a small cadre of lesser assassins and gutter runners from his own clan to act as both covert agents in their campaigns and secret police at home, their signature cloaks and hoods resembling ghostly Nighthaunts. It is said Charnull's own cloak was stolen from a defeated and exorcised powerful wraith, and allows him to briefly turn intangible. Naturally, he is Nihilus' favorite minion when discretion is needed. None can fathom his motivations or goals, and this only further fuels speculation and rumor. Personality: Charnull is as inscrutable as his past. He is seemingly incapable of speech, communicating either non-verbally or through hisses, shrieks and grunts. Occasionally, a single word will hiss from his lips, but that is the most anyone will get. What IS known is that he likes to collect the death masks of those he kills - whether snatched from them out of crypts, or made himself after a fresh murder. He is, at least, professional when given a job to do. The following is a guideline for the clan's lesser leadership to follow: -Do not attempt to engage in conversation with Charnull.

-Do not stare at or make sudden movements if the assassin is present. Peripheral vision is preferred.

-If given a random offering, take it, show proper thanks, and leave the area. Do not look back.

-Do not touch the masks.

-Make no attempt to interfere with or attempt to aid Charnull in official business.

-DO NOT TOUCH THE MASKS.

[clannekrot]

Grey Seer Nihilus Creech

Age: 7

Height: 4'10"

Weight: 80 lbs.

Fur: Bone White

Tattoos/Markings: Black eyepaint, Horned Rat triangle symbol painted on forehead Likes: Scheming, Plotting, Dark Sorcery, Graveyards, Sermonizing, Hoarding Trinkets, Music, Being Alone, Warpstone Snuff, The Horned Rat Dislikes: Undead, Man-Things, Skaven, Mortok, Paperwork, Idleness, Raising His Voice, Backtalk, Mortality, The Horned Rat

Favorite Food: Brains with a side of black cheese and a glass of corpse wine (don't ask).

History: Nihilus is not a native to Clan Nekrot's lands, in fact he was born in Skavenblight, blessed with white fur and horns that shot him to apprenticeship under a grey seer. The quiet and unassuming Nihilus was the victor in the inevitable power struggle with his fellow apprentices, who never saw him coming. Fate seemed to smile on him when his master choked to death on a piece of human femur at dinner, thus ensuring his rise to full blown seer went smoothly. He began to research into ways of extending his lifespan as much as possible, having taken a morbid obsession with death. Learning of Clan Nekrot and their crusade against Nagash, he set off to become their religious representative - after the seer initially meant to be their liaison suffered an unfortunate explosive accident on the way. Since then he has become the voice for the skaven's god in the clan, making sure the rowdy clanrats mind themselves before the Horned One while rooting out any suspected heresy. All, of course, while secretly continuing his research - when he isn't doing the work their Gravelord is supposed to be doing! Personality: Nihilus is a somber, serious skaven who rarely raises his voice above a ghostly whisper. He takes his duties with utmost seriousness and is prone to blasting anyone that does not heed him. Most other skaven consider him a dreadfully grim bore, though he possesses a dry wit rarely seen in his kind. Like most in Clan Nekrot, death is a constant presence in his thoughts, and his sermons frequently mention the inevitably of his flock's short lives - when the time comes, will they be worthy enough to be devoured, or punished in eternity? Of course, he harbors secret doubts about the afterlife and his God, and is taking measures to either ensure his longevity...or else find a way to ensure there is no more afterlife, for ANYONE. His skaven ego, naturally, makes him think this is a good deed he is deigning to do for the greater good. Having to pick up the slack from the mercurial Mortok or deal with his sycophantic son/apprentice Sinnik makes him tired and irritable quite often.

[skaven-shenanigans]

@Clannekrot

(your ask button is missing) For a very tired seer:

"If fat-thing is always gone, shouldn't you-you be clan leader?"

[clannekrot]

"Hnn...do not underestimate the power of a decoy-figurehead. Easy-simple to lay blame, to divert rivals' plot-schemes. Besides, the lard-arse commands fear-respect of clanrats. Still useful - for now."

[clannekrot]

Gravelord Mortok Corpse-Chewer

Age: 6

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 260 lb.

Fur Color: Light Brown

Tattoos/Markings: White bone dust over fur, particularly facial area; black ink around eyes and mouth.

Likes: Rotten Meat, Hunting Undead, Spontaneous Acts of Violence, Warpstone, Naps, Big Booms, His Bulk Dislikes: Talking, Grey Seers, Paperwork, Undead (Zombies, Skeletons, Wights, Vampires, Ghosts, etc.), Cardio, Non-Skaven, Skaven

Favorite Food: Brains History: Mortok began life as a mere clanrat pup destined to die for his leaders in a wave of vermin. Food was scarce, backstabbing for survival was common, and good equipment was a dream. But a fateful encounter changed his life: when out on a hunting party to drive off some undead in the clan's territory, his vanguard ran into a band of chaos marauders. A brutal fight ensued, with Mortok as the sole survivor. Thinking he was favored by the Horned Rat, his triumph turned to horror when the marauders rose as zombies due to the energies of Shyish flowing through the woods. Horror turned to blinding hot rage as these man-things DARED to get back up after he killed them. He fought and killed them all, again, using nothing but a rusty spear and his teeth like a cornered rat.

A fire lit within him that day, and he quickly became a fanatical, yet skillful, undead hunter. He clawed and schemed his way up to become a Chief in Clan Nekrot, growing bigger all the while. Eventually, his plot to usurp the Warlord Rotsnout succeeded and he became the newly titled 'Gravelord' of Clan Nekrot. Since then he has more or less led the clan...when he isn't abandoning his post to hunt more of the walking dead. Personality: A hulking brute of a skaven, Mortok is a rat of few words and seemingly fewer brain cells. He prefers the simplest approach to matters, and that approach usually involves gratuitous violence. Yet, Mortok didn't get to his position on brawn alone. He deliberately plays up his image of a dumb meathead, in order to make potential rivals and enemies underestimate him. When he does apply himself, he has a keen grasp of economics and battlefield tactics - the former useful for his clan's operations as mercenary undead hunters to other skaven clans and chaos forces, the latter for when he actually bothers to lead his army into a fight. Still, he is a creature of impulse, and has a tendency to venture out to find more dead-things to put to rest and eat, much to the chagrin of the clan's grey seer, Nihilus Creech.

Most skaven are not philosophers, but he possesses an unusual fatalism not seen in many of his kind. He believes life is a giant wheel and there's no escaping from it. You are born, you live, you eat/sleep/defecate, and you die, then are thrust back into the cycle in a new life and do it all again. Nothing matters, so why worry? Leave that deep thinking to the wizards and old-things.

[commissionerg89]

Grey Seer Nihilus

Clan Nekrot's religious leader is Nihilus Creech, the liaison between his clan and the grey seers organization. While Mortok is ostensibly the clan's warlord, his preference to hunt and kill in the field over the more mundane day-to-day business of running a clan means Nihilus has to pick up the slack, effectively making him the clan's shadow leader. Nihilus is as grim and morose as the rest of them, barely speaking above a whisper. He is haunted by the thought of what awaits him after death, and has his own secret goals to avoid it by any means necessary.

[commissionerg89]

Gravelord Mortok Corpse-Chewer of Clan Nekrot, a clan Mordkin offshoot. Once a lowly clanrat, he rose to leading the clan with equal amounts brutal violence and skaven cunning. A fatalist at heart, he knows his war against the dead-things is never ending, but he will continue to kill-slay regardless with cleaver, shotgun and whatever it is he keeps in that coffin.