Fluffie: Clan Pershyns
Lähetetty: To 06.10.2005 19:22
“Now I tell ye the-the tale of my Clan. Pay attention and remember I-I have not spoken to ye, should anyone ask-ask!
Clan Pershyns
History
Deep within the World’s Edge Mountains lies the foul Stronghold of the wealthy Clan Pershyns. It was built by dwarfs somewhat 200 yrs. before Sigmar. A mighty brewery of the bearded ones it was. The flagons of dwarves all around the Old World were filled with the golden liquid brewed within its walls.
But then, an outcast skaven chief, banished from the Under-Empire, accused of murder most foul, came with a fistful of his minions. They crawled like maggots into the very foundations of the fortified building. Krynsch, the Outcast, had mere handful of warpstone - taken in a rush; stolen from its rightful owner – but it was enough. Like rats (which they were) the skaven poisoned the dwarven wells and fountains with the infamous ore.
The dwarves soon died in horrible agony, mutating so fast and in such proportions, that their bodies nor souls could not handle. The few survivors fled to the darkness ashamed of their hideous form. Krynsch and his rats rose from the depths and soon the brewery was functioning again, producing foul nectar consumable only by the vile rat-men.
Selling its putrid milk the clan soon bloated and gained wealth, drawing wretches and outcasts, seeking employment and refuge from all over the underworld…
Papa Krynsch
Little is known of this mysterious creature. Many rumours and theories considering his exile from Skavenblight are been told in the filthy drinking houses of Clan Pershyns. But none outstand the truth. These days he no longer rules the Clan, for his wits have left him. He has been given eternal life, the clanrats think, because he seems immortal and undying. A hint of truth is hidden within the lie, for he has lived over 2700 yrs, which is considerably long for a skaven. Giggling he brews mysterious potions and then appears on the battlefield to run experiments on his warriors.
But looks can be deceiving, for all who try to destroy him soon perish themselves and no assassin or plot has yet proven to be cunning or efficient enough to kill him.
Warlord Slaye Kingslayer
Slaye is one of Krynsch’s many sons. Strong and mighty, he quickly took his father’s place and killed all who he considered a threat. His well-kept secret is, that his father was one of them and the only one he couldn’t eliminate. His worst fear is, that one day, his father sobers, and takes back the throne. Slaye scarcely drinks and his only weakness is lust for beauties. Only his closest assistants know, that the human breeders, delivered to him, are not for eating. On battlefield, Slaye wields a mighty sword of ancient power and leads his troops successfully to victory.
Bastard Skryych Half-breed
The story of Skryych “Half-breed” is most bizarre. Whispered from skaven to another travels an odd tale. The most popular version goes: Clan Pershyns ventured to Naggaroth in the days of Krynsch’s power seeking blood of rare beasts to their custom-ordered brews. Young Slaye was leading the expedition. After many months they finally reached their destination. No-one but Slaye knows, what exactly happened, but rumours tell that he captured an elf-creature and made her pregnant. She gave birth to a twisted creature. Slaye returned, with a runt held gently on his arms. A hood covered the infants face and he was taken to Slaye’s private lodgings. Who was this runt? Why was his face hidden? Why did Slaye value him like the men-things valued their runts? Many years passed and no-one heard anything of the runt, until two decades later. A new hero, clad in armour, his face hidden, came to existence. The hero had a name: Skryych. Mysterious he is and unmatched in finesse and cunning. Proudly hissing orders he leads the troops of Clan Pershyns to battle.
Skrixqueek, Bane of Elves
Many Grey Seers boost their abilities by consuming warpstone pieces, but not Skrixqueek. One of the very first products of the Pershyns Brewery was Mage’s Kiss Potion. It was a deadly mix of pure alcohol and raw warpstone. The Council soon banned it because many Seers died after drinking the brew. But Skrixqueek hadn’t, but suffered from a severe addiction. Soon he was driven mad by his unsatisfied need. He burst in to the Council’s meeting, covered in filth and vomit throwing lethal bolts of magic all around. His madness had granted him monstrous powers and horrifying magical abilities. The Council defeated him in a bitter fight and he magically escaped. Clan Pershyns found him lying in the deepest tunnels of Skavenblight and dragged the Seer to their stronghold. There he was given the forbidden potion and he quickly recovered. Clan Pershyns has practically enslaved him, for they exchange the foul nectar in exchange of his services in the field of battle. He spends his freetime plotting escape and drinking. He gained his nickname after destroying three Elven armies in a row.
Isyrk The Luminous and The Committee of Thirteen
Isyyrk got his nickname when he was exposed to severe radiation and glowed faintly for a month. He was one of Skryre’s engineers until he started The Project. Nobody knows what The Project is. Isyyrk simply locks himself to his secret study and banging and other noises of construction can be heard. Many have tried to penetrate the vault, but none has yet proven successful. Ikit Claw demanded full report and blueprints of Isyyrk’s expensive experiment, but he refused. Ikit announced that if Isyyrk wouldn’t give information, the Clan would cut him from access to its raw materials and warpstone. Isyyrk was enraged and quickly left the place taking his device with him. Clan Pershyns struck a deal with him: as long as he remains loyal and obedient, he shall have the Clan’s support and all he needed for his project. Years went by and rumours about a machine more efficient and deadly than any of Skryre’s was been built in Isyyrk’s laboratories. Ikit started to have doubts about his decisions and sent a committee of thirteen warlocks to “assist” Isyrk. But he is no fool, and refused. The warlocks then offered their skills to Clan Pershyns and the Clan gladly accepted. Soon the warlocks begun to have “accidents” and mysterious disappearances. Nowadays only two remain and are paranoid in the word's extreme meaning. They were protective masks all the time, carry at least few different weapons and check every possible place, in case of booby-traps.
Firqyr Swift-blades
One of the worst assassins among skaven, Firqyr soon was kicked out of Clan Eshin. Clan Pershyns took him under their broad wings and in no-time his hidden abilities as a commander were discovered. One of Slaye’s favourite lieutenants he’s often seen leading hordes of Clanrats from a victory to another. Sometimes he still tries his skills of stealth, often just making a fool of himself.
Taverns and Bouncers
Clan Pershyns produce a wide range of brewery products. They have also several taverns built all over the Under-Empire. These filthy hell-holes are home to the low-lives and sell-swords of the skaven world. Fights are very common and often get very nasty. Due to the wreckage caused by intoxicated skaven bullies the Clan purchased a punch of Rat-Ogres to work as bouncers. This proved out to be a bad idea, because the beasts often got confused and started wreaking even worse havoc than the customers. The Rat-Ogres were sold to other clans and Ogres from the world above were employed. These miniature giants were a perfect solution due to their size and comparative intelligence. They still work in the taverns mutilating unwanted visitors.
These ogres are trained extremely well in the arts of bashing flesh and breaking bones. Master Moulder Kivyyrch has noticed this, and lurks in the Pershyns Stronghold trying to find out the efficient training methods used by Skryych Half-Breed. The Pershyns know this and force the spy to battle with much cunning and evil plots…
The Rat-Gut Brew
Mage’s Kiss is not the only forbidden Pershyns product, for also the Rat-Gut Brew was strictly banned. But hundreds of poor rat-men had already got hooked to the fiendish drink. They sold all their possessions to get more of the brew. But when it was banned they wandered to the Pershyns covered in rags, resembling very much the Plague Monks of Clan Pestilence. Nowadays they are driven to the battlefield frenzied by their vice.
Now ye know what we can tell-tell you without fearing the wrath of the Clan. Now go, before we are seen!”
Clan Pershyns
History
Deep within the World’s Edge Mountains lies the foul Stronghold of the wealthy Clan Pershyns. It was built by dwarfs somewhat 200 yrs. before Sigmar. A mighty brewery of the bearded ones it was. The flagons of dwarves all around the Old World were filled with the golden liquid brewed within its walls.
But then, an outcast skaven chief, banished from the Under-Empire, accused of murder most foul, came with a fistful of his minions. They crawled like maggots into the very foundations of the fortified building. Krynsch, the Outcast, had mere handful of warpstone - taken in a rush; stolen from its rightful owner – but it was enough. Like rats (which they were) the skaven poisoned the dwarven wells and fountains with the infamous ore.
The dwarves soon died in horrible agony, mutating so fast and in such proportions, that their bodies nor souls could not handle. The few survivors fled to the darkness ashamed of their hideous form. Krynsch and his rats rose from the depths and soon the brewery was functioning again, producing foul nectar consumable only by the vile rat-men.
Selling its putrid milk the clan soon bloated and gained wealth, drawing wretches and outcasts, seeking employment and refuge from all over the underworld…
Papa Krynsch
Little is known of this mysterious creature. Many rumours and theories considering his exile from Skavenblight are been told in the filthy drinking houses of Clan Pershyns. But none outstand the truth. These days he no longer rules the Clan, for his wits have left him. He has been given eternal life, the clanrats think, because he seems immortal and undying. A hint of truth is hidden within the lie, for he has lived over 2700 yrs, which is considerably long for a skaven. Giggling he brews mysterious potions and then appears on the battlefield to run experiments on his warriors.
But looks can be deceiving, for all who try to destroy him soon perish themselves and no assassin or plot has yet proven to be cunning or efficient enough to kill him.
Warlord Slaye Kingslayer
Slaye is one of Krynsch’s many sons. Strong and mighty, he quickly took his father’s place and killed all who he considered a threat. His well-kept secret is, that his father was one of them and the only one he couldn’t eliminate. His worst fear is, that one day, his father sobers, and takes back the throne. Slaye scarcely drinks and his only weakness is lust for beauties. Only his closest assistants know, that the human breeders, delivered to him, are not for eating. On battlefield, Slaye wields a mighty sword of ancient power and leads his troops successfully to victory.
Bastard Skryych Half-breed
The story of Skryych “Half-breed” is most bizarre. Whispered from skaven to another travels an odd tale. The most popular version goes: Clan Pershyns ventured to Naggaroth in the days of Krynsch’s power seeking blood of rare beasts to their custom-ordered brews. Young Slaye was leading the expedition. After many months they finally reached their destination. No-one but Slaye knows, what exactly happened, but rumours tell that he captured an elf-creature and made her pregnant. She gave birth to a twisted creature. Slaye returned, with a runt held gently on his arms. A hood covered the infants face and he was taken to Slaye’s private lodgings. Who was this runt? Why was his face hidden? Why did Slaye value him like the men-things valued their runts? Many years passed and no-one heard anything of the runt, until two decades later. A new hero, clad in armour, his face hidden, came to existence. The hero had a name: Skryych. Mysterious he is and unmatched in finesse and cunning. Proudly hissing orders he leads the troops of Clan Pershyns to battle.
Skrixqueek, Bane of Elves
Many Grey Seers boost their abilities by consuming warpstone pieces, but not Skrixqueek. One of the very first products of the Pershyns Brewery was Mage’s Kiss Potion. It was a deadly mix of pure alcohol and raw warpstone. The Council soon banned it because many Seers died after drinking the brew. But Skrixqueek hadn’t, but suffered from a severe addiction. Soon he was driven mad by his unsatisfied need. He burst in to the Council’s meeting, covered in filth and vomit throwing lethal bolts of magic all around. His madness had granted him monstrous powers and horrifying magical abilities. The Council defeated him in a bitter fight and he magically escaped. Clan Pershyns found him lying in the deepest tunnels of Skavenblight and dragged the Seer to their stronghold. There he was given the forbidden potion and he quickly recovered. Clan Pershyns has practically enslaved him, for they exchange the foul nectar in exchange of his services in the field of battle. He spends his freetime plotting escape and drinking. He gained his nickname after destroying three Elven armies in a row.
Isyrk The Luminous and The Committee of Thirteen
Isyyrk got his nickname when he was exposed to severe radiation and glowed faintly for a month. He was one of Skryre’s engineers until he started The Project. Nobody knows what The Project is. Isyyrk simply locks himself to his secret study and banging and other noises of construction can be heard. Many have tried to penetrate the vault, but none has yet proven successful. Ikit Claw demanded full report and blueprints of Isyyrk’s expensive experiment, but he refused. Ikit announced that if Isyyrk wouldn’t give information, the Clan would cut him from access to its raw materials and warpstone. Isyyrk was enraged and quickly left the place taking his device with him. Clan Pershyns struck a deal with him: as long as he remains loyal and obedient, he shall have the Clan’s support and all he needed for his project. Years went by and rumours about a machine more efficient and deadly than any of Skryre’s was been built in Isyyrk’s laboratories. Ikit started to have doubts about his decisions and sent a committee of thirteen warlocks to “assist” Isyrk. But he is no fool, and refused. The warlocks then offered their skills to Clan Pershyns and the Clan gladly accepted. Soon the warlocks begun to have “accidents” and mysterious disappearances. Nowadays only two remain and are paranoid in the word's extreme meaning. They were protective masks all the time, carry at least few different weapons and check every possible place, in case of booby-traps.
Firqyr Swift-blades
One of the worst assassins among skaven, Firqyr soon was kicked out of Clan Eshin. Clan Pershyns took him under their broad wings and in no-time his hidden abilities as a commander were discovered. One of Slaye’s favourite lieutenants he’s often seen leading hordes of Clanrats from a victory to another. Sometimes he still tries his skills of stealth, often just making a fool of himself.
Taverns and Bouncers
Clan Pershyns produce a wide range of brewery products. They have also several taverns built all over the Under-Empire. These filthy hell-holes are home to the low-lives and sell-swords of the skaven world. Fights are very common and often get very nasty. Due to the wreckage caused by intoxicated skaven bullies the Clan purchased a punch of Rat-Ogres to work as bouncers. This proved out to be a bad idea, because the beasts often got confused and started wreaking even worse havoc than the customers. The Rat-Ogres were sold to other clans and Ogres from the world above were employed. These miniature giants were a perfect solution due to their size and comparative intelligence. They still work in the taverns mutilating unwanted visitors.
These ogres are trained extremely well in the arts of bashing flesh and breaking bones. Master Moulder Kivyyrch has noticed this, and lurks in the Pershyns Stronghold trying to find out the efficient training methods used by Skryych Half-Breed. The Pershyns know this and force the spy to battle with much cunning and evil plots…
The Rat-Gut Brew
Mage’s Kiss is not the only forbidden Pershyns product, for also the Rat-Gut Brew was strictly banned. But hundreds of poor rat-men had already got hooked to the fiendish drink. They sold all their possessions to get more of the brew. But when it was banned they wandered to the Pershyns covered in rags, resembling very much the Plague Monks of Clan Pestilence. Nowadays they are driven to the battlefield frenzied by their vice.
Now ye know what we can tell-tell you without fearing the wrath of the Clan. Now go, before we are seen!”
