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Part one: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53059826/
Helpful list with names: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52981118/
Featuring the wonderful-great super nice-kind Seers of
ChaosEye and 
Kurbon
Where the big mission everyone will be sent on is revealed! As well as letting everyone see some more character from the various rats who are in this scene. For the next mission Enket, and Voch, will be sent on. While also setting up some inner Skavenblight conflict between three very sane and kind Seers.
The silence after the initial order was given out seemed to drag on for minutes. Even if it was only around six seconds. Finally broken by Haplan as he ooohed to himself as he opened the satchel Mormel had given him with one hand as his other pulled out a metal smoking pipe. Well at least it wouldn't rot. "Some fresh-pure Mootland sourced leaves! Young Mormel you are such a good-good supplier." Starting to just hold the leaves between two thin fingers as they started to break down without him even needing to grind them into the chamber. The eyes of the party that had moved to him when he spoke soon eventually returning to the green armored Haskir as a new voice finally piped up.
"Even us-us Warlord-master?" Woodtooth would pipe up from his seat as he stood up to look over the map with the hastily drawn arrows on them. The arrows pointing over the mountains that Skavenblight was stuck into and into Bretonnia toward Brionna. "Looks overland. Not really a boat-travel route?" Haskir glaring at him before he took a step back as Oluk stepped forward. The son spreading out the map some more and also moving it closer toward Jesop so he could see it easier as the piebalds claw tapped where Skavenblight was.
"Even if you-clan is not part if the main-big fighting force doesn't mean we don't have task-missions for you." His claw tracing down the eastern side of the Isle of Sirens and out into the Tilean Sea. "We-we expect the festival to have goods from all over. More than we-we could carry back on our own." Haskir starting to pace behind his son and punch his hand into his other palm. Seemed like he really wanted to punch something. Kekkan scooting slightly closer to Chiefs chair as the massive rat kept almost getting to him before he turned around. Chief himself wishing he had his hood on now as he couldn't stop his ears from gently shaking. His former boss was right there. And out of the corner of his red eyes behind his glasses he could see Haskir staring at him when he paced toward him. Did he know? Had he always known?!
"So you-you want some barges sent along to gather-steal all the goods? You-you too?" Oluk nodding as he gave Jesop a thumbs up!
"Correct-right!" Oluk looking around at the assembled ancy looking rats as he waved an armored hand semi dismissively at them. "This operation-mission will not be starting today. You all have time to gather-prepare." That seemed to deflate the tension in the room a good bit. Even more so when Haplan held out his pipe toward Mormel.
"Young Mormel, if you would-please?" A snap and small fwoosh later of green fire between his fingers and the old Brother was happily puffing away on it. Helping to slightly calm the room down before Haskir clamped a hand on his sons shoulder and yanked him backwards. Oluk clearly used to this as he performed a skillful half turn to keep his footing before completing a neat circle to be stood behind his father again. Haskir pointing at both Jesop and the so far silent Poxxa as he growled out at them.
"You-you two will mainly be crewing the booty barges. The slaves row-powering them will likely be left behind when landfall is made." Odd but not unheard of. "So the raid-attack party can take their place to get them and the loot-items back." Well that was one way to save on the personnel. Jesop humming as he held his chin before Haskir continued with a growl. "Your trip will be longer. You will leave before the main force. Two days." Making the Draftsman nod as he pulled out a flip notebook and started to write that down. Poxxa doing the same before the Whipper glanced up.
"To clarify-ensure. The raid-attack force will be rowing back? Slaves not expected to return?" Haskir slamming his clenched fist on the table before he nodded. Poxxa humming to himself and could be heard muttering about 'underperforming disposal, less food needed' before he looked up to ask another question. "Will you be fed on pick-up? Or do we need to bring food?" Quickly widening his eyes and ducking down as a goblet was hurled at his head. Followed by the Warlords response. The cup clattering off the high backed chair
"The festival-celebration should have plenty of food-food." Said fairly calmly despite the almost goblet to the face he just did. "Both on tables and the bread-man-things themselves. Food-food should be minimal needs besides the overseers managing the boats." Poxxa err umming a bit before nodding and looking back down at their notes. That should cover the basics so far as Snlle licked his teeth before venturing his own question.
"Will we-we be scouting and flanking overland Warlord-Master?" Chief word raising up his own arms to be near his chest as he held onto his elbows with his hands. His eyes sliding down to Haskirs side as he frowned at the long blade at his side with its gently shifting colors. So that hadn't been fixed. The Gilm leader leaning slightly forward. Memories coming back to him. Haskirs' eyes locked on Snlle as one paw rested on the map, the other sliding around the table for something else to throw.
"Yes-no." Huh? "You and Gilm will be scouting together." Uh-oh. "Together you will work-scheme better," a nail placed into Haskirs hand by Oluk which was pointed at Snlle and then Chief. "With Gilm for the eyes, and Snlle for the blade-stab. If needed." Adding emphasis by stabbing the nail toward Chief, for no reason at all surely, and getting pretty close to his face as the orange robed piebald did his absolute best to not react. "For the festival raid-attack you will both assist with that as well." Still looking at Chief as Haskir growled at him. "Known for information and bartering - but still trained to fight-kill correct you failure?"
Shit-fuck. He hadn't forgotten.
Word just nodding as he wisely kept his mouth shut as Haskir thankfully turned back to look at Snlle. "Understood got-it? I saw you argue-fighting with Gilm while perusing the stalls outside. Work together. Or I will behead-eat you myself." Snlle just nodding as he lowered his head in deference. Kritch sitting back with a smile and a nod - a bit wasteful but a punishment he could get behind! The Seers pretty quiet up till now before Haskir suddenly lashed out with his fist. Thankfully the nail had been dropped to clatter over the table and Words' preemptive move of his arms up let him bring him up to act as some kind of block of the impending strike but the light armor he wore under his robe did very little to cushion the impact of Haskirs large armored fist into his arms and face. Sending him sprawling backwards on the floor after him being slammed back into it tipped the chair over too. Kekkan just able to get out of the way of the chair before he moved in between Haskir and his fallen leader.
He looked miniscule next to the large Warlord but he spread his arms regardless and stood his ground. "Back-back!" Kekken would bravely hiss as Haskir raised his hand again, before slapping it on the Stormvermins shoulder.
"You-you I like. You will accompany me-me on the raid party." Kekkan gulping as Kritch and Mormel were now standing as well. That was of course their clan that Haskir was punching to the floor.
"Warlord, back off from my-my Clan." Mormel would hiss as his fingers started to sparkle. Followed by Kritch as he thumped his staff on the floor.
"My-my clan is for me to punish, not you-you." Before an echo-ing chuckle filled the room. The shadows seeming to lengthen as Vreekit himself stood up. Arms still slid into the sleeves of his robe as he smiled.
"Now-now my fellow Seers - I would have not thought you two would be ones to jump-skip to decisions like that." The small bell behind his head jiggling silently as his head turned one way than the other. "After all, the Order did not put you," looking at Mormel. "You," at Kritch. "In charge of this Warren-home." Word finally stirring after his momentary blacking out from the strike as his upturned footpaws dangling over the base of the chair twitched as he groaned and probed a few loose teeth with his tongue. Yup, still the same Haskir. That likely wasn't even the Delerium causing that but years of rage - though he had other things to panic about now. And panic wouldn't help here. Kekkan still facing Haskir in case he went for Word again as Vreekit continued. "They put me-me in charge." A blink as the candles on his staff ignited as he smiled at the two of them. "So these clans - are my clans."
The silence returned as the Seers stared at each other. Haskir taking a half step back as his eyes darted between all three of them. Warp Lightning had a nasty habit of ignoring armor and he had conquests and killing to do! Thankfully giving Kekkan and Word space. The step back followed by a grunt as Word rolled off his chair sideways and worked on righting himself and it back up. The three way staring contest as the air in the room started to buzz finally stopping when Mormel and Kritch looked away from Vreekit. Toward each other instead. And then they both gave each other a simple nod. Before sitting back down. Wormmind's smile growing as he nodded back at Haskir and sat himself back down as well. The Council Guard next to Vreekit having barely even moved during the standoff.
"You know-know," Haplen hummed as he puffed out an uneven ring between his rotting teeth. "This would be simple-easier if you didn't do that Haskir." The nail picked back up and hurled at the Pestilins drifter who just tilted his head to the side as it stuck in the wooden backboard behind him. "Or that-that." Back to puffing as he leaned forward and sideways to avoid the nail to look over at Word. "Are you ok-ok Word?" Word grunting as he finally got the chair stood up again as he sat down. Giving a little wave to Haplan as he let out a long breath and then sat up straight again. Ready to continue this meeting as Haskir gave him a sideways look before focusing back on the map. Kekkan moving back next to Words chair as he resisted the urge to ask Word if he was ok. Now was not the time to show concern. And the Stormvermins mind was filled with worry about what he had been assigned to do now.
"Two days for the boats. Around four days till the raid-attack force leaves." Haskir would grind out between his teeth as he seemed tempted to swing at Word again as he swayed in the chair before Vreekit would clear his throat and shake his head. The blade called for more violence and finding it here was going to be hard. So that would do for his part in this meeting as the large Warlord turned and stormed off toward the doors. Booting them open and the cry of a few lesser clanrats soon filtered in before the Carrion Stormvermin closed the doors. Oluk glancing around the table before venturing some words of his own.
"More order-demands and payment will come in the intervening time before deployment. Either as pickup for the raid-attack force or as members of it. As Warlord-Master said all warren-clans will have parts to play. Carrion as well as bolstering rats to both sides." Word rubbing his face as he was still seeing some stars but his posture showed him as much more relaxed than he had been before. Much easier to talk with someone who he actually worked with rather than the one who shouted orders and always demanded sparring from.
"Do we have-know anything specific we are to find at this festival? Or just take and eat it all?" Vreekit pulling up the book that hung fron his waist as he flipped it open. Starting to scan it as some of the finer details were worked out. Jesop and Poxxa interested to know the possible booty they would get besides the random weapons, armor, and shinies the bread-men-things would have. Oluk nodding as he flipped the map over to show what seemed to be a rough idea of something. Scribbled down likely by Oluk himself to at least have some idea of what it was as the Chieftain shrugged. It looked like some kind of very thin horse?
"Yes-yes. One or multiple of these...things are suspect-hoped to be at this festival." He ran his tongue along the inside of his large teeth as he tried to work out the word. "Real-e-queer or something-thing like that." He seemed unsure about it really as he continued. "Seems to be a symbol of the bread-men-things. Warlord-Master Longtooth hopes to use these to weaken them for future assaults." A glance at Word. "It has been many-many years after all. Since a big former loss." Word just looking back and keeping a neutral face as Oluk looked back at the table. Seemed both hoped the other rats hadn't picked up what Haskir had shouted about. "And Mange wants the next big one to succeed-proper. So first we weaken." Drawing out his Gouger and giving it a spin. "Then we kill-kill!" But unfortunately for Oluk there wasn't really anyone else around to cheer as everyone was either worried about this plan, trying to work out logistics, or looking for the best chance to snuff out a new major enemy. Well besides Haplan - who clapped politely for Oluk litle speech.
"Good-good plan. Better to do multiple attack-raids rather than...what's the expression-saying." Tapping his nose before 'ah-hah!ing' "Putting all your tokens in one barge!" Oluk rolling his eyes as he started to roll up the map after returning the Gouger to his hip.
"Yes-yes Brother very true-smart and wise and...things." Focusing back on Word as he held the rolled map. "Best-smart if you don't let Warlord-Master see you again Ba...err...Word." Quickly correcting himself to which Word just nodded as he started to stand up as well.
"I don't plan on it." Retrieving his hammer as other Skaven started to get up as well. "Had I know he would be here I would have...figured something-thing out." Swaying on his feet before leaning sideways on Kekken and reaching up with one of his hands to pull out a tooth and toss it on the floor. "At least age hasn't weak-lessoned Longtooth's fist."
"True-true." Oluk agreeing as Poxxa and Jesop started to get up with their Stormvermin to head for the door. "Keep eye-eyes for messages from Mange," Oluk calling after them. "But prepare for two days. More detail-schemes soon." Both support rats nodding and bowing to the Chieftian, before the three Seers in turn before they headed for the door. Word taking a few deep breaths before he squinted down at the table.
"Former failure out there," hed mutter to himself, Kekkan, and Oluk as Kritch and Mormel exchanged some glances at Snlle. "Enket and Voch. A divert from main force. Search-look for some old things." Oluk shrugging his green armored shoulders at this scheme.
"They are your clan-clan Word. Just make sure you send enough for the scout-stabbing." Kekken speaking up as he tightly gripped his shield that he was now holding in front of him.
"And me-me go with Warlord-Master Bigtooth. Protect-shield him!" Trying to sound sure of himself. But the other two rats could easily smell the musk of fear he was trying to hide. But it was Oluk who patted his shoulder and offered him a smile.
"You-you will do fine. Just keep up the movement and assertions. There will be plenty-many slave carriers and clanrats for Haskir to strike rather than you-you." Word seemed much less sure of that but he couldn't decline the order now.
"I'll explain-help you Kekkan with what I know of my former boss," pulling a face as he adjusted his glasses before looking at the closing door. "Anything else Oluk or just wait-ready for messages?" The other Chief shaking his head but reaching out to grab Words arm as he started to turn. Offering him a smile before letting go.
"Its good-good to see you still alive." Word just nodding back as he and Kekkan headed for the door. Word looking back at the three Seers, and Snlle, still sat in their chairs before slowing down slightly to see if anyone called out to them. Unfortunately for him Vreekit did.
"Word, you received some man-thing magic books recently," Kritch looking up and glaring at Vreekit - that had been his payment! "Send them to me-me." Despite the glare however Kritch did nothing as Word just nodded and bowed his head.
"Of course-course Seer-Master." They were not important for him after all. And as the new leader of the Warren Word had no choice. But with that done he and Kekkan quickly left. Good time to get back to base and get something for his raging headache.
Wormmind finally lowering his book to peer over it as he reached up to wave his hand as the burning chandelier finally extinguished itself before his eyes returned to the three rats at the table. "Still here-here? You two wanting to join the mission-attack yourself now?" Directed at his fellow Seers as he didn't seem to notice, or more likely didn't care, that Snlle didn't seem like he could move as both Mormel and Kritch were pointing slightly glowing fingers at him.
"Not at all-all," Kritch would say with a massive fake smile on it. "Just waiting for you to leave-skitter so we could discuss scheme-plans."
"Yes-yes, Warren-Master," Mormel added just dripping with venom. "You surely have duties your large-powerful brain, whiskers, and talents would be better suited to. You should go-get to it." Vreekit glaring at both of them before the book was clapped shut and returned to his waist.
"Luck-lucky there is. Don't be come-sneaking into my warren in the future."
"Make me-me." Both Kritch and Mormel would respond almost in unison as they held up their none pointing hands with sparks between their fingers. The large council guard stepping forward before Vreekit held up a hand and stood up.
"Soon I will-will. Just you wait-wait!" Hed hiss before he and the Albino moved to the door. Mormel and Kritch watching him go till the door was shut again. Leaving just them and the two Skeeks in the room.
"Would you two like me-me to leave too?" Well and Haplan as he hummed and puffed out another shaky ring of smoke. Both Seers glancing at the Brother before shrugging. Seems they didn't mind as Mormel stood up, being sat the closest to Snlle, and moved over to his side. The Skeek officer looking petrified as he still couldn't move. Snopl wisely stepping back away from what was likely about to be his late former overseer as the Guandao was moved to be behind him so it didn't look like he was threatening the Seer.
"Now-now little Skeek sneak," Mormel began as he reached into one of the pockets of his robe and pulled out a nice deep blue rope. "You will be going on this little adventure-mission into bread-lands." Pulling the frozen rat to his feet as he maneuvered Snlles hands to behind his back before wrapping the rope around his wrists.
"And you-you will be watching that brute Longtooth." Kritch continued as he started to move around the table as well. Haplan watching with great interest as he huh-ed. But then again a fresh enemy did make friends of the oddest sorts. "That shiny blade-sword he has. Affects his mind it does." The eyes on Kritchs' helmet blinking green as the Seer nodded. "Soon more than just violence-thought." Snlle soon hauled onto the table by Mormel as his legs were folded up backwards toward his now bound wrists. Mormel starting to wrap the rope around those ankles as well - with his Seer tail softly tickling those feet of course.
"He and Worm-shit have a little alliance. It won't last-long." Mormel nodding with some force as he tugged the simple hogtie snug before he grabbed that twitching Snlle tail and easily wrapping it to the main tie to make sure he had no chance to wriggle free. Not going to make a dumb no-fur mistake as he grabbed the rope between Snlles wrists and feet and pulled him off the table. Despite his appearance Mormel seemed more than capable of holding the other Skaven off the ground one handed.
"We wont let it last-long." Kritch nodding as well as he and Mormel held out hands to have a single shake. Before Mormel handed Snlle over to Kritch.
"You-you are better at mind-melding Kritch. And if he fails well-well." A shrug as Kritch took the softly shaking Snlle. "Now you can't say-complain I never fed you." Kritch sticking out his tongue at his fellow Seer before hefting up his newest little minion and using that exposed tongue to lick his cheek.
"Yes-yes. And if he needs mind-cleaning I will return him to you-you." Both turning to look at Haplan as the Brother winked at both of them.
"Oh-ho! Am I being involved in scheme-plans too?" He asked, scarred tail flicking in excitement!
"Perhaps, any love for Wormmind?"
"Any loyality to that fool?"
"Not a kits tooth."
"Then yes-yes. Tooth Brute will be outside. But Wormmind is still here. Where we can reach-zap him."
"Just need to keep an eye out for that Council Guard. Seems familiar-known," Mormel tapping his chin. "Will need to find-learn where I saw him before."
"Racko was the personal-head Guard of Seer Kritascal," Haplan informed the two as both Seers narrowed their eyes. That would complicate things.
"We can work-move around this."
"Its only one Council-Guard." Kritch agreed before they remembered there was someone else still in the room. Both looking over to the quiet rattling from a scared Snopl's equipment as he stood there hearing all this backstab scheming being planned. Both Seers raising a green glowing hand as the Triad was pulled toward them and soon in their grip. "Time for forget-blank you-you."
"Or-or," Mormel hummed as he and Kritch both ran their hands down the terrified blackfurs cheeks. "You can be a good little minion for me-me?" Glancing at Kritch to see if he would share and thankfully the Maw seemed fine with it as he nodded. Excellent! A green loop of rope pulled out of Mormels rope as he snapped it tight. "Good-good! I'll make you squeak-squirm just wonderfully."
Both Seers eventually leaving the meeting room. Kritch handing the bound up Snlle over to his large-best minion Scrazz who he had Screeched that he was almost done before Kritch would be scooped up by the massive rat and carried off like a happy baby toward his own stomping ground. The Maws Stormvermin having to speed walk to keep up with Scrazzs' massive strides but managing to keep up enough. Meanwhile Mormel happily walked off with a rope leading from his pocket to Snopls muzzle. The Skeek traid bound snugly from the waist up, tail to his back of course with his Guandao so he could still walk and show off his cute rump, as he was led off by the Seer. Before Mormel would turn and nod at his Stormvermin toward Skeeks and Gilms door. "Go inform-tell both of them that I'll be keeping - Snopl was it?" The blushing gagged Triad nodding as Mormel continued. "Keeping Snopl - I'll give him back if hes a good-rat. And inform Gilm that if Chief Word needs calm-relax time I'll help with that too." Mormels former smile gone as he frowned. "He'll need-need it with so many of his clan roped into Brute Tooths' schemes. Then catch-scurry back up." The Stormvermin saluting and nodding as he headed off to fulfill this order.
Haplan leaving last as he had a lot to think about in regards to schemes and plans. But the Brother had something more important to worry about first. So he would limp thunk his way off toward the small food stands in the warren. Cant scheme on an empty stomach after all!
Part one: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53059826/
Helpful list with names: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52981118/
Featuring the wonderful-great super nice-kind Seers of
ChaosEye and 
Kurbon Where the big mission everyone will be sent on is revealed! As well as letting everyone see some more character from the various rats who are in this scene. For the next mission Enket, and Voch, will be sent on. While also setting up some inner Skavenblight conflict between three very sane and kind Seers.
The silence after the initial order was given out seemed to drag on for minutes. Even if it was only around six seconds. Finally broken by Haplan as he ooohed to himself as he opened the satchel Mormel had given him with one hand as his other pulled out a metal smoking pipe. Well at least it wouldn't rot. "Some fresh-pure Mootland sourced leaves! Young Mormel you are such a good-good supplier." Starting to just hold the leaves between two thin fingers as they started to break down without him even needing to grind them into the chamber. The eyes of the party that had moved to him when he spoke soon eventually returning to the green armored Haskir as a new voice finally piped up.
"Even us-us Warlord-master?" Woodtooth would pipe up from his seat as he stood up to look over the map with the hastily drawn arrows on them. The arrows pointing over the mountains that Skavenblight was stuck into and into Bretonnia toward Brionna. "Looks overland. Not really a boat-travel route?" Haskir glaring at him before he took a step back as Oluk stepped forward. The son spreading out the map some more and also moving it closer toward Jesop so he could see it easier as the piebalds claw tapped where Skavenblight was.
"Even if you-clan is not part if the main-big fighting force doesn't mean we don't have task-missions for you." His claw tracing down the eastern side of the Isle of Sirens and out into the Tilean Sea. "We-we expect the festival to have goods from all over. More than we-we could carry back on our own." Haskir starting to pace behind his son and punch his hand into his other palm. Seemed like he really wanted to punch something. Kekkan scooting slightly closer to Chiefs chair as the massive rat kept almost getting to him before he turned around. Chief himself wishing he had his hood on now as he couldn't stop his ears from gently shaking. His former boss was right there. And out of the corner of his red eyes behind his glasses he could see Haskir staring at him when he paced toward him. Did he know? Had he always known?!
"So you-you want some barges sent along to gather-steal all the goods? You-you too?" Oluk nodding as he gave Jesop a thumbs up!
"Correct-right!" Oluk looking around at the assembled ancy looking rats as he waved an armored hand semi dismissively at them. "This operation-mission will not be starting today. You all have time to gather-prepare." That seemed to deflate the tension in the room a good bit. Even more so when Haplan held out his pipe toward Mormel.
"Young Mormel, if you would-please?" A snap and small fwoosh later of green fire between his fingers and the old Brother was happily puffing away on it. Helping to slightly calm the room down before Haskir clamped a hand on his sons shoulder and yanked him backwards. Oluk clearly used to this as he performed a skillful half turn to keep his footing before completing a neat circle to be stood behind his father again. Haskir pointing at both Jesop and the so far silent Poxxa as he growled out at them.
"You-you two will mainly be crewing the booty barges. The slaves row-powering them will likely be left behind when landfall is made." Odd but not unheard of. "So the raid-attack party can take their place to get them and the loot-items back." Well that was one way to save on the personnel. Jesop humming as he held his chin before Haskir continued with a growl. "Your trip will be longer. You will leave before the main force. Two days." Making the Draftsman nod as he pulled out a flip notebook and started to write that down. Poxxa doing the same before the Whipper glanced up.
"To clarify-ensure. The raid-attack force will be rowing back? Slaves not expected to return?" Haskir slamming his clenched fist on the table before he nodded. Poxxa humming to himself and could be heard muttering about 'underperforming disposal, less food needed' before he looked up to ask another question. "Will you be fed on pick-up? Or do we need to bring food?" Quickly widening his eyes and ducking down as a goblet was hurled at his head. Followed by the Warlords response. The cup clattering off the high backed chair
"The festival-celebration should have plenty of food-food." Said fairly calmly despite the almost goblet to the face he just did. "Both on tables and the bread-man-things themselves. Food-food should be minimal needs besides the overseers managing the boats." Poxxa err umming a bit before nodding and looking back down at their notes. That should cover the basics so far as Snlle licked his teeth before venturing his own question.
"Will we-we be scouting and flanking overland Warlord-Master?" Chief word raising up his own arms to be near his chest as he held onto his elbows with his hands. His eyes sliding down to Haskirs side as he frowned at the long blade at his side with its gently shifting colors. So that hadn't been fixed. The Gilm leader leaning slightly forward. Memories coming back to him. Haskirs' eyes locked on Snlle as one paw rested on the map, the other sliding around the table for something else to throw.
"Yes-no." Huh? "You and Gilm will be scouting together." Uh-oh. "Together you will work-scheme better," a nail placed into Haskirs hand by Oluk which was pointed at Snlle and then Chief. "With Gilm for the eyes, and Snlle for the blade-stab. If needed." Adding emphasis by stabbing the nail toward Chief, for no reason at all surely, and getting pretty close to his face as the orange robed piebald did his absolute best to not react. "For the festival raid-attack you will both assist with that as well." Still looking at Chief as Haskir growled at him. "Known for information and bartering - but still trained to fight-kill correct you failure?"
Shit-fuck. He hadn't forgotten.
Word just nodding as he wisely kept his mouth shut as Haskir thankfully turned back to look at Snlle. "Understood got-it? I saw you argue-fighting with Gilm while perusing the stalls outside. Work together. Or I will behead-eat you myself." Snlle just nodding as he lowered his head in deference. Kritch sitting back with a smile and a nod - a bit wasteful but a punishment he could get behind! The Seers pretty quiet up till now before Haskir suddenly lashed out with his fist. Thankfully the nail had been dropped to clatter over the table and Words' preemptive move of his arms up let him bring him up to act as some kind of block of the impending strike but the light armor he wore under his robe did very little to cushion the impact of Haskirs large armored fist into his arms and face. Sending him sprawling backwards on the floor after him being slammed back into it tipped the chair over too. Kekkan just able to get out of the way of the chair before he moved in between Haskir and his fallen leader.
He looked miniscule next to the large Warlord but he spread his arms regardless and stood his ground. "Back-back!" Kekken would bravely hiss as Haskir raised his hand again, before slapping it on the Stormvermins shoulder.
"You-you I like. You will accompany me-me on the raid party." Kekkan gulping as Kritch and Mormel were now standing as well. That was of course their clan that Haskir was punching to the floor.
"Warlord, back off from my-my Clan." Mormel would hiss as his fingers started to sparkle. Followed by Kritch as he thumped his staff on the floor.
"My-my clan is for me to punish, not you-you." Before an echo-ing chuckle filled the room. The shadows seeming to lengthen as Vreekit himself stood up. Arms still slid into the sleeves of his robe as he smiled.
"Now-now my fellow Seers - I would have not thought you two would be ones to jump-skip to decisions like that." The small bell behind his head jiggling silently as his head turned one way than the other. "After all, the Order did not put you," looking at Mormel. "You," at Kritch. "In charge of this Warren-home." Word finally stirring after his momentary blacking out from the strike as his upturned footpaws dangling over the base of the chair twitched as he groaned and probed a few loose teeth with his tongue. Yup, still the same Haskir. That likely wasn't even the Delerium causing that but years of rage - though he had other things to panic about now. And panic wouldn't help here. Kekkan still facing Haskir in case he went for Word again as Vreekit continued. "They put me-me in charge." A blink as the candles on his staff ignited as he smiled at the two of them. "So these clans - are my clans."
The silence returned as the Seers stared at each other. Haskir taking a half step back as his eyes darted between all three of them. Warp Lightning had a nasty habit of ignoring armor and he had conquests and killing to do! Thankfully giving Kekkan and Word space. The step back followed by a grunt as Word rolled off his chair sideways and worked on righting himself and it back up. The three way staring contest as the air in the room started to buzz finally stopping when Mormel and Kritch looked away from Vreekit. Toward each other instead. And then they both gave each other a simple nod. Before sitting back down. Wormmind's smile growing as he nodded back at Haskir and sat himself back down as well. The Council Guard next to Vreekit having barely even moved during the standoff.
"You know-know," Haplen hummed as he puffed out an uneven ring between his rotting teeth. "This would be simple-easier if you didn't do that Haskir." The nail picked back up and hurled at the Pestilins drifter who just tilted his head to the side as it stuck in the wooden backboard behind him. "Or that-that." Back to puffing as he leaned forward and sideways to avoid the nail to look over at Word. "Are you ok-ok Word?" Word grunting as he finally got the chair stood up again as he sat down. Giving a little wave to Haplan as he let out a long breath and then sat up straight again. Ready to continue this meeting as Haskir gave him a sideways look before focusing back on the map. Kekkan moving back next to Words chair as he resisted the urge to ask Word if he was ok. Now was not the time to show concern. And the Stormvermins mind was filled with worry about what he had been assigned to do now.
"Two days for the boats. Around four days till the raid-attack force leaves." Haskir would grind out between his teeth as he seemed tempted to swing at Word again as he swayed in the chair before Vreekit would clear his throat and shake his head. The blade called for more violence and finding it here was going to be hard. So that would do for his part in this meeting as the large Warlord turned and stormed off toward the doors. Booting them open and the cry of a few lesser clanrats soon filtered in before the Carrion Stormvermin closed the doors. Oluk glancing around the table before venturing some words of his own.
"More order-demands and payment will come in the intervening time before deployment. Either as pickup for the raid-attack force or as members of it. As Warlord-Master said all warren-clans will have parts to play. Carrion as well as bolstering rats to both sides." Word rubbing his face as he was still seeing some stars but his posture showed him as much more relaxed than he had been before. Much easier to talk with someone who he actually worked with rather than the one who shouted orders and always demanded sparring from.
"Do we have-know anything specific we are to find at this festival? Or just take and eat it all?" Vreekit pulling up the book that hung fron his waist as he flipped it open. Starting to scan it as some of the finer details were worked out. Jesop and Poxxa interested to know the possible booty they would get besides the random weapons, armor, and shinies the bread-men-things would have. Oluk nodding as he flipped the map over to show what seemed to be a rough idea of something. Scribbled down likely by Oluk himself to at least have some idea of what it was as the Chieftain shrugged. It looked like some kind of very thin horse?
"Yes-yes. One or multiple of these...things are suspect-hoped to be at this festival." He ran his tongue along the inside of his large teeth as he tried to work out the word. "Real-e-queer or something-thing like that." He seemed unsure about it really as he continued. "Seems to be a symbol of the bread-men-things. Warlord-Master Longtooth hopes to use these to weaken them for future assaults." A glance at Word. "It has been many-many years after all. Since a big former loss." Word just looking back and keeping a neutral face as Oluk looked back at the table. Seemed both hoped the other rats hadn't picked up what Haskir had shouted about. "And Mange wants the next big one to succeed-proper. So first we weaken." Drawing out his Gouger and giving it a spin. "Then we kill-kill!" But unfortunately for Oluk there wasn't really anyone else around to cheer as everyone was either worried about this plan, trying to work out logistics, or looking for the best chance to snuff out a new major enemy. Well besides Haplan - who clapped politely for Oluk litle speech.
"Good-good plan. Better to do multiple attack-raids rather than...what's the expression-saying." Tapping his nose before 'ah-hah!ing' "Putting all your tokens in one barge!" Oluk rolling his eyes as he started to roll up the map after returning the Gouger to his hip.
"Yes-yes Brother very true-smart and wise and...things." Focusing back on Word as he held the rolled map. "Best-smart if you don't let Warlord-Master see you again Ba...err...Word." Quickly correcting himself to which Word just nodded as he started to stand up as well.
"I don't plan on it." Retrieving his hammer as other Skaven started to get up as well. "Had I know he would be here I would have...figured something-thing out." Swaying on his feet before leaning sideways on Kekken and reaching up with one of his hands to pull out a tooth and toss it on the floor. "At least age hasn't weak-lessoned Longtooth's fist."
"True-true." Oluk agreeing as Poxxa and Jesop started to get up with their Stormvermin to head for the door. "Keep eye-eyes for messages from Mange," Oluk calling after them. "But prepare for two days. More detail-schemes soon." Both support rats nodding and bowing to the Chieftian, before the three Seers in turn before they headed for the door. Word taking a few deep breaths before he squinted down at the table.
"Former failure out there," hed mutter to himself, Kekkan, and Oluk as Kritch and Mormel exchanged some glances at Snlle. "Enket and Voch. A divert from main force. Search-look for some old things." Oluk shrugging his green armored shoulders at this scheme.
"They are your clan-clan Word. Just make sure you send enough for the scout-stabbing." Kekken speaking up as he tightly gripped his shield that he was now holding in front of him.
"And me-me go with Warlord-Master Bigtooth. Protect-shield him!" Trying to sound sure of himself. But the other two rats could easily smell the musk of fear he was trying to hide. But it was Oluk who patted his shoulder and offered him a smile.
"You-you will do fine. Just keep up the movement and assertions. There will be plenty-many slave carriers and clanrats for Haskir to strike rather than you-you." Word seemed much less sure of that but he couldn't decline the order now.
"I'll explain-help you Kekkan with what I know of my former boss," pulling a face as he adjusted his glasses before looking at the closing door. "Anything else Oluk or just wait-ready for messages?" The other Chief shaking his head but reaching out to grab Words arm as he started to turn. Offering him a smile before letting go.
"Its good-good to see you still alive." Word just nodding back as he and Kekkan headed for the door. Word looking back at the three Seers, and Snlle, still sat in their chairs before slowing down slightly to see if anyone called out to them. Unfortunately for him Vreekit did.
"Word, you received some man-thing magic books recently," Kritch looking up and glaring at Vreekit - that had been his payment! "Send them to me-me." Despite the glare however Kritch did nothing as Word just nodded and bowed his head.
"Of course-course Seer-Master." They were not important for him after all. And as the new leader of the Warren Word had no choice. But with that done he and Kekkan quickly left. Good time to get back to base and get something for his raging headache.
Wormmind finally lowering his book to peer over it as he reached up to wave his hand as the burning chandelier finally extinguished itself before his eyes returned to the three rats at the table. "Still here-here? You two wanting to join the mission-attack yourself now?" Directed at his fellow Seers as he didn't seem to notice, or more likely didn't care, that Snlle didn't seem like he could move as both Mormel and Kritch were pointing slightly glowing fingers at him.
"Not at all-all," Kritch would say with a massive fake smile on it. "Just waiting for you to leave-skitter so we could discuss scheme-plans."
"Yes-yes, Warren-Master," Mormel added just dripping with venom. "You surely have duties your large-powerful brain, whiskers, and talents would be better suited to. You should go-get to it." Vreekit glaring at both of them before the book was clapped shut and returned to his waist.
"Luck-lucky there is. Don't be come-sneaking into my warren in the future."
"Make me-me." Both Kritch and Mormel would respond almost in unison as they held up their none pointing hands with sparks between their fingers. The large council guard stepping forward before Vreekit held up a hand and stood up.
"Soon I will-will. Just you wait-wait!" Hed hiss before he and the Albino moved to the door. Mormel and Kritch watching him go till the door was shut again. Leaving just them and the two Skeeks in the room.
"Would you two like me-me to leave too?" Well and Haplan as he hummed and puffed out another shaky ring of smoke. Both Seers glancing at the Brother before shrugging. Seems they didn't mind as Mormel stood up, being sat the closest to Snlle, and moved over to his side. The Skeek officer looking petrified as he still couldn't move. Snopl wisely stepping back away from what was likely about to be his late former overseer as the Guandao was moved to be behind him so it didn't look like he was threatening the Seer.
"Now-now little Skeek sneak," Mormel began as he reached into one of the pockets of his robe and pulled out a nice deep blue rope. "You will be going on this little adventure-mission into bread-lands." Pulling the frozen rat to his feet as he maneuvered Snlles hands to behind his back before wrapping the rope around his wrists.
"And you-you will be watching that brute Longtooth." Kritch continued as he started to move around the table as well. Haplan watching with great interest as he huh-ed. But then again a fresh enemy did make friends of the oddest sorts. "That shiny blade-sword he has. Affects his mind it does." The eyes on Kritchs' helmet blinking green as the Seer nodded. "Soon more than just violence-thought." Snlle soon hauled onto the table by Mormel as his legs were folded up backwards toward his now bound wrists. Mormel starting to wrap the rope around those ankles as well - with his Seer tail softly tickling those feet of course.
"He and Worm-shit have a little alliance. It won't last-long." Mormel nodding with some force as he tugged the simple hogtie snug before he grabbed that twitching Snlle tail and easily wrapping it to the main tie to make sure he had no chance to wriggle free. Not going to make a dumb no-fur mistake as he grabbed the rope between Snlles wrists and feet and pulled him off the table. Despite his appearance Mormel seemed more than capable of holding the other Skaven off the ground one handed.
"We wont let it last-long." Kritch nodding as well as he and Mormel held out hands to have a single shake. Before Mormel handed Snlle over to Kritch.
"You-you are better at mind-melding Kritch. And if he fails well-well." A shrug as Kritch took the softly shaking Snlle. "Now you can't say-complain I never fed you." Kritch sticking out his tongue at his fellow Seer before hefting up his newest little minion and using that exposed tongue to lick his cheek.
"Yes-yes. And if he needs mind-cleaning I will return him to you-you." Both turning to look at Haplan as the Brother winked at both of them.
"Oh-ho! Am I being involved in scheme-plans too?" He asked, scarred tail flicking in excitement!
"Perhaps, any love for Wormmind?"
"Any loyality to that fool?"
"Not a kits tooth."
"Then yes-yes. Tooth Brute will be outside. But Wormmind is still here. Where we can reach-zap him."
"Just need to keep an eye out for that Council Guard. Seems familiar-known," Mormel tapping his chin. "Will need to find-learn where I saw him before."
"Racko was the personal-head Guard of Seer Kritascal," Haplan informed the two as both Seers narrowed their eyes. That would complicate things.
"We can work-move around this."
"Its only one Council-Guard." Kritch agreed before they remembered there was someone else still in the room. Both looking over to the quiet rattling from a scared Snopl's equipment as he stood there hearing all this backstab scheming being planned. Both Seers raising a green glowing hand as the Triad was pulled toward them and soon in their grip. "Time for forget-blank you-you."
"Or-or," Mormel hummed as he and Kritch both ran their hands down the terrified blackfurs cheeks. "You can be a good little minion for me-me?" Glancing at Kritch to see if he would share and thankfully the Maw seemed fine with it as he nodded. Excellent! A green loop of rope pulled out of Mormels rope as he snapped it tight. "Good-good! I'll make you squeak-squirm just wonderfully."
Both Seers eventually leaving the meeting room. Kritch handing the bound up Snlle over to his large-best minion Scrazz who he had Screeched that he was almost done before Kritch would be scooped up by the massive rat and carried off like a happy baby toward his own stomping ground. The Maws Stormvermin having to speed walk to keep up with Scrazzs' massive strides but managing to keep up enough. Meanwhile Mormel happily walked off with a rope leading from his pocket to Snopls muzzle. The Skeek traid bound snugly from the waist up, tail to his back of course with his Guandao so he could still walk and show off his cute rump, as he was led off by the Seer. Before Mormel would turn and nod at his Stormvermin toward Skeeks and Gilms door. "Go inform-tell both of them that I'll be keeping - Snopl was it?" The blushing gagged Triad nodding as Mormel continued. "Keeping Snopl - I'll give him back if hes a good-rat. And inform Gilm that if Chief Word needs calm-relax time I'll help with that too." Mormels former smile gone as he frowned. "He'll need-need it with so many of his clan roped into Brute Tooths' schemes. Then catch-scurry back up." The Stormvermin saluting and nodding as he headed off to fulfill this order.
Haplan leaving last as he had a lot to think about in regards to schemes and plans. But the Brother had something more important to worry about first. So he would limp thunk his way off toward the small food stands in the warren. Cant scheme on an empty stomach after all!
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