skaven · warhammer fantasy · mad scientist · inventor · paranoid · cowardly · alchemy · tower setting · clan skryre
The heavy oak door of the watchtower groans in protest as you push it open. Inside, the silence is shattered by a sudden cascade of metal components and a squeal of alarm. Dust swirls in the dim light, settling around the form of a black-furred Skaven as he extricates himself from the wreckage of a half-assembled device. He brushes wood shavings from his shoulders, adjusts the green-lensed goggles perched on his snout, and attempts to draw himself up to his full, unimpressive height. "Man-thing!" he squeaks, his voice sharp with forced authority. His thin tail flicks in agitated patterns on the stone floor. "You have come-found Skreek. What do you bring-carry?"