#131 Battle XXXVIII - The Massacre of the Ratmen
“So the Wyrmhole Covenant was seen here?” Lord Tzunaak pointed a clawlike fingernail at the map in his command tent. Both map and tent were apparently fashioned from human hide and painted with blood and ichor. “Yes my Lord, they are now led by a Grey Seer known as Skratchik Thirteen-Whispers. They have gathered some emberstone and are growing in strength.” Kastellan Trutz was as softspoken as ever, but Tzunaak detected a quiet malevolence in her voice which pleased him. Her knights had fought the Wyrmhole Covenant before. “They attacked and ransacked the encampment of the Antipolos Reliquists.” “Ah, the inevitability of death and taxes! Who commands these Bonereapers?” “Leige-Mortek Erimos, my Lord.” “Never heard of him. But it might help us to keep him on side…” “The other Skaven swarm has been identified too,” rasped Voltaire the Mortified. “They are Hannibal’s Horde. They saw off a tribe of Gloomspites.” “We knew there would be no shortage of vermin on the Ravaged Coast. They must ...
