"A New Clawhome" & "Warlord of Hergig", Hergig, Vang, VIII - 5,6

[Vaprak]

Tails of The Blackhand Network – Hergig Faction, Skaven Civil War.

A New Clawhome – Pawed by Vang Three Claws**:
**The line "Pawed by...” graciously on loan from Khilkhret Foe-slayer.


“Scampsquee,” muttered Vang Three Claws, “Sclaw has been working with you, yes-yesss?”

“Yes Lord,” replied the Chief Quartermaster of Clan Thunderpaw. The obsese merchant-rat stood nervously twitching his tail, head darting from side to side as if looking for a place to hide.

Such was Scampsquee’s custom. It did Vang’s black heart good to see the Overseer sweat. Vang had commanded his Eshin Adepts to be in plain sight during Scampsquee’s visit just to encourage his discomfort.

“The time has come to rebuild Clawhome, Overseer. We have sssecured our place in Clawhome and pushed the fanatics back-back. They-they are under our claw. Now we will make Clawhome great again. Use your skill-skillsss. Bring trade-trade back to Clawhome. We shall rebuilt it-it on the backs of slave-trade, warpstone, and shiny-goods.” Announced the Warlord.

“Do not fail me Scampsquee,” warned Vang, wagging one of his metallic claws in the direction of the Quartermaster.

Overseer Scampsquee nodded enthusiastically, wringing his paws nervously before his bloated belly. The Quartermaster paused, a thick strand of saliva drooling from his muzzle, before responding, “It shall be as you command dread Warlord.”

As Scampsquee bumbled from the warren, nearly tripping over himself, Vang fell back into his chair. Things were going well. His efforts in Clawhome should help his cause in Hergig. The Darkslayer seemed indifferent as to who should claim the seat in Hergig. Vang was determined to see that Clan Thunderpaw held that honor. More specifically, Vang Three Claws would be Lord of Hergig.

[Vaprak]

Tails of The Blackhand Network – Hergig Faction, Skaven Civil War.

Warlord of Hergig – Pawed by Vang Three Claws**:
**The line "Pawed by...” graciously on loan from Khilkhret Foe-slayer.


Vang strode into the warren-hall surrounded by his bodyguard of veteran stormvermin. The Warlord was attired for battle, his heavy armor draped with warptokens, talismans, and man-skin parchments bearing prayers to the Horned Rat, his warsword and shield slung across his back, and a scepter gripped tightly in his augmented paw. Radiating menace and dripping ceremony, Warlord Vang Three Claws and his retinue marched down the aisle toward the throne of Hergig.

The aisle was lined with skaven faces. Rats of many clans had come to witness the Warlord’s procession – some to cheer, some to observe, and some to plot. No stranger to his scheming brethren, Vang’s black heart held no fear. Sclaw, his house assassin, had done well. Vang could not make out his assassin’s agents among the crowd, but knew instinctively that they were there. More so than his token bodyguard, the eshin adepts would keep the crowd in check. Besides, rumor had it that the Darkslayer approved the Warlord’s rise to the seat of Hergig. The threat of the Darkslayer’s displeasure alone was enough to ensure a peaceful transfer of power.

As they reached the end of the aisle, Warlord Vang Three Claws ascended the dais toward the throne of Hergig. The Skryre Warlock, Master Skarvile, stood to the right of the throne while his lackey, Throtvile knelt to it’s left, awaiting the Warlord.

Nestled in the cushioned chair rested the Crown of Hergig. It was an ugly circlet of bone, claws, and fangs, but it’s message was clear to all Skaven – here was a token of power. While the Darkslayer had eschewed such trappings, they were a useful thing to a Warlord. These symbols consolidated his power and helped secure his rule. They left no doubt as to who was in charge.

Throtvile slowly removed the Crown from the throne as Master Skarvile motioned for the Warlord to sit. Throtvile bowed to Vang and again to Skarvile as he gently handed him the Crown of Hergig. Placing the crude crown on the Warlord’s brow, Master Skarvile turned to face the crowd.

“May the Horned Rat bring his thirteen blessings upon Clan Thunderpaw and Vang Three Claws, Warlord of Hergig!” shouted the Warlock.

The crowd responded with a resounding cheer, some willingly, others at the point of a knife. Either way it was the same, the rats had spoken and made Vang Three Claws Warlord of Hergig.