In their goal to take over the world, the Skaven have no allies nor do they need them, such are their numbers. often without the enemy's intervention, at that. Be it the Grey Seers and their magic, the powerful yet unreliable machines of Clan Skryre, the plaguemasters of Clan Pestilens, the warmutants of Clan Moulder or the assassins of Clan Eshin, those all come in numbers large enough for casualties pile up quickly in the battlefield. However, the expendable clan warriors are completed by an eclectic array of specialized units forming the actual danger. The Skaven's battle doctrine is to bring a literal horde of fast but ultimately poor troops, as Leadership is remarkably low across their forces. Only their worship of the Great Horned Rat and deference to the twelve powerful Lords of the Council of Thirteen has prevented their society from imploding. The Skaven are a treacherous and ambitious race and while they could be formally divided into clans each having their specialties, the truth is all Skaven fight for themselves. Their origin is shrouded in mystery but their goal is obvious: to conquer the world. The Skaven are a race of vicious, cunning Ratmen found in great numbers in the Under-Empire, a vast network of tunnels stretching across the Old and New Worlds. Translated from the Tilean tale "The Doom of Kavzar" also called "The Curse of Thirteen." The tide of monstrous rats flowed over them one by one, dragging them down to be torn apart, the yellow chisel-teeth sinking into their soft-flesh, the dark-furred mass drowning their pitiful screams with their hideous chittering." The manlings stood back to back and fought for their lives, but against such implacable ferocity and countless numbers of the verminous horde, their weapons were useless. And there they saw by the dying light of their torches the myriad eyes about them, glittering like liquid midnight as the rats closed in for the kill. In the ancient halls of kingship they found the Dwarfs, now naught but gnawed bones and scraps of cloth. "Steeling themselves, the pitiful remnants of the city's once proud populace descended.
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