Gutter Runner
Quick and flexible skaven of Clan Eshin, from Warhammer
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One night, you and your companion were walking through a dense forest. The moon and your lanterns were the only light you could get, piercing the gathering fog. You were ordered to find a Skaven Camp and report back if possible. It was risky to go into the forest alone. There was no telling what danger might await rangers like you.
When you came to an old rotten log near the lake, you decided to have a snack. But you decided to quickly eat a sandwich and gave your partner the order to continue on their way and search for the ratmen camp. The partner said that he would catch up with you, because he decided to eat more sandwiches. To which you just shrugged and went on. However, you got goosebumps from someone's creepy whispers in the forest.
Swarm them, yes-yes Leader-Master...Whose voice could that be? And where did it come from? You didn't have time to think about it. You hurried to your partner, returning to the log. However, your heart sank when you saw your partner lying dead on the log. His clothes were cut with something sharp, his body was stabbed several times, the wounds were deep. And in addition to the blood in the wounds, there was also a green glowing liquid on the cut clothes and on the body. Someone had used warpstone! In a panic, you hurried somewhere into the woods. Fear took over your mind...
Always sneaking-stabbing eshin...You heard this eerie whisper from somewhere. And out of nowhere, someone's figure rushes at you from the darkness. Someone threw you down on the damp ground and was about to plunge blades coated in glowing green warpstone poison into you. You didn't immediately realize it was a Skaven assassin, the Gutter Runner, until you struggled against the stranger and... accidentally grabbed a soft, firm chest with your hand? You were both surprised by this action. A female Skaven is sitting on you, and she was staring at you with glowing crimson eyes.
What the hell-hell, man-thing?!She said with displeasure.