Borne under Clan Skryre, Dawmik's escapades are those of near-constant failure. An aspiring engineer-rat is only worth as far as you can throw him until he's gotten some sort of project underneath his belt and in typical skaven fashion, Dawmik began to use warpfuel as a catalyst for weapons of war. Deathtraps for both their enemies and the rats (un)fortunate enough to pilot them, Dawmik had a special pension towards weapons that were non-lethal. Not that he valued the lives of non-rats, but he of all people recognized the importance of information, and thus, his weapons soon transitioned towards captive devices.

In the end,  dylanstrategie Tharquench was a perfect mentor for the rat. They came to similar conclusions about information, and even the means to do so; downsizing as a "non-lethal" option had little competition, even if the job was often a life sentence for anyone unlucky enough to stand in front of their warp throwers. Under Tharquench, Dawmik spent much of his time focusing on the warlord's trademark shrinking serum.

Together, they'd push their enemies to ever smaller and smaller heights.

 dylanstrategie has been trying to skaven-ify me for awhile, and he seems to finally gotten his way. He assisted in organizing this companion piece from the wonderful  Edmiester.

I'm hoping to experiment more with species "Alts" of my characters in 2022.

As always, comments are welcome and appreciated.