Three of your superiors, sending you off on a dangerous mission to a remote part of nowhere.

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You finally snap to attention at the last few lines. "-the artifact is most important to our order, and it must be retrieved at all costs. Kreel here will accompany you." the more senior (or at least, best-dressed and blingiest) seer says, gesturing to a black-furred rat standing off to one side. The rat is wearing heavy metal armour and carrying a large poleax. The bits of fabric that poke out from the metal are either leather underarmour or stained white cloth. The seer's voice pipes up within you.

While you idiots were learning the bare basics, I was listening. The seer order has managed to lose one of their scrying orbs. Probably the fault of that idiot Kriktic. He's our old rival, so if you meet him, ensure he knows he worth nothing to us. Unless he's gained in power since we last meet, in which case, lay on the charm. Until you can stab him. Anyway, the scrying orbs are what we use to keep tabs on things which Eshin can't look at, such as heavily defended locales or the Eshinites themselves. Losing one would change the balance of power, so it needs to be returned immediately. I mean immediately. No stopping to fuck your bodyguard. Yes, I know what you were thinking. I'm in your head, remember? Go out, get the orb, get back here.

I've got to agree with his assessment. If you wanted to survive, it would be best to play along. Doing this could even get you into a position of power. Just watch your back once you're there. One last point: the bodyguard's from Clan Rictus's Deathvermin regiments. He's probably the best you could have hoped for, but he'll piss off any Mors rats you might meet. Thankfully, you'll be going to Kislev, so there won't be too many.

Your superiors chime in. "You're dismissed." Well, as far as you can see, you have four options:

Your Character
Species Skaven Equipment:

Horns, wizard's staff, robes.

Gender Male
Arousal None
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