Meep the skaven solo adventures

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/31472375.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of
Violence
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Warhammer Fantasy, Skaven - Fandom
Characters: Meep the Fangleader, Thanquol
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-05-23 Words: 2,942 Chapters: 2/2
 Meep the skaven solo adventures
by Varjokani

Summary

Got AI dungeon Dragon and took it for a spin. Skaven yaay.

Notes

I was feeling bored but then I got inspired and I apologize for silly Clan names.
 Chapter 1

A skaven stormvermin fangleader is having a bad day. He's been ambushed by a group of
humans and has lost two of his number, one to an arrow in the back and another to a sword
blow to the head. The skaven has barely managed to survive himself.
Its been a several weeks when all of this madness had begun. The Lords of Decay of the
skaven Council of Thirteen got a brilliant idea of how to get rid of their enemies quickly.
They sent out scouts to gather information on what was going on around them. One of these
scouts reported that there were human settlements near the borders of their territory and they
needed help immediately! So the lords decided to send some troops into those areas as well.
The first wave was made up mostly of regular clanrars from each skaven clan who were sent
to attack the towns and villages along the border. They were lead by utterly incompetent
clawleader by the name of Pörrinkäinen. Clawleader Pörrinkäinen was let to believe it was an
easy task that he could take care easily. He was lead to believe that the peasants were poorly
armed and that there were only a few knights in the area. This information was utterly wrong.
Pörrinkäinen lead his troops into an ambush by the very knights he believed would be easy
prey. The knights had been given information by their spies of where the clanrars would be
attacking and set up an ambush of their own. The first battle was a slaughter from what the
survivors told him afterwards.
That made Pörrinkäinen charge in himself head on and get killed. The idiot clearly was not
up to the task. The surviving clanrats fled with their lives and returned to skaven territory
where they told their tales of horror.
The council of thirteen wasn't pleased but since they had little idea of what was going on
everywhere else they decided that a second wave would be launched. Mostly Stormvermin
were sent into the fray lead by an equally incompetent Clanleader of the Clan Dorkarotat by
the name of Jorma.
The second wave fared no better than the first.
The third wave fared even worse.
By the time the fourth wave entered the fray, the Council of Thirteen had already lost contact
with most of their forces there. The fourth wave was lead by an equally incompetent (but
more successful) stormvermin commander by the name of Tyomni. He managed to conquer a
village that was on the verge of being taken by a different force and thought he was a hero.
However humans had managed to send for a packup and skaven were driven out.
The Council of Thirteen was furious.
They sent out the fifth, sixth and seventh wave to retake the lost territory. They were lead by
the most competent ratlings they had.
These waves were only partially succesfull. The humans had managed to unite all the villages
and towns in the area under their command and had created a small but well-trained army
from all the different recruits.
Fangleader Meep was one of the skaven who got caught in the middle when human
reforcemes flanked from the both sides.
The remaining ratlings fought bravely but ultimately were overwhelmed by the sheer
numbers of the human forces.
The remaining survivors retreated with what was left of their troops back to Skavenblight.
When news reached the Lords of Decay, they decided to launch one last all-out attack on the
area with all the remaining troops at their disposal.
Meep was ordered to lead them yet again with a clanleder Huonotrotat Chieftain Dorkarotta.
The battle was fierce and many died on both sides.
In the end, it was a narrow victory for the Skaven.
The Council of Thirteen had won.
However they had also lost a great deal of manpower. With most of their best warriors gone,
the other clans made their move. In a series of bloody uprisings lead by Grey Seer Thanquol,
most of the weaker clans were wiped out completely and the rest fled to safer areas.
Meep and his small warband of fellow stormvermin had managed barely to escape to the
sewers where he had faced of with human rebel group yet again.
He and his remaining warband fought there way through the sewers, only to get lost.
They wandered the endless tunnels of the Under-Empire for days, weeks and months...
The only thing that kept them going was their iron will.
After a long time of wandering they suddenly found themselves in familiar territory again.
They had made it back in the area they used to patrol, although it looked completely different
now.
Skaven no longer patrolled the area.
Meep and his troops investigated the area. They found that the humans had taken over
everything.
It seemed the Skaven had lost.
Meep and his two remaining stormvermin made their last stand there.
When all was quiet, nothing but a slight drizzle of rain could be heard. The three ratmen
stood around a fresh grave...
The grave of Fangleader Meep.
They havent found Meep but they had found his armor pieces buried in a carnage. They
buried the armor pieces there.
Now, they wait and watch. Only thing they could do is wait. They wait for their doom. They
let the fear musk to full the air because they knew they cannot win against these warriors.
They were ready for the ultimate last stand. They were going to stand and fall together. In the
name of the Great Horned Rat. They chittered their warcy and stood in their position as their
enemy lunged on them with a force of dozen men.
Meep opened his eyes. He was alone. He was laying in the ditch where he had managed to
crawl and escape before loosing his consciousness. He felt the water reach to his mouth. He
tried to crawl to the bench of the ditch and he felt great pain on his chest. His tail lashed
angrily. Cursed mangy man-things. Meep was wounded and bleeding. He was hungry and
tired. He had to rest. He closed his eyes and his breathing became slower.
He lay there for a moment. He opened his eyes again. His ears twitched. He heard voices
from afar.
"I tell ya, I saw it with me own eyes! It were the foulest o' the foul, the vilest o' the vile! A
Skaven!"
Meep clawed the wet muddy dirt and pressed it to the open wound to stop it from bleeding.
He grunted to the pain. He knew he had to stop bleeding and get away from here.
He heard the voices again.
"Who dares to enter the city of the Old Man?"
Meep looked up and saw a group of humans in a large building. They were pointing guns at
him. He tried to get up but fell back down again. He was too weak.
"Iz' it dead? It's dead right? It just looks like a big rat." A voice said.
Meep felt cold and weak. He had barely managed to kill the soliders and get off there only to
fall into a dirt. Was this how it all would end?
Meep closed his eyes. He tried to crawl again but he was too tired. He could no longer hear
the voices of the humans and it seemed like the pain in his chest had subsided.
He was going to die here, in this ditch.
He closed his eyes and prepared for death.
"I see a big rat!" A voice shouted nearby.
Meep opened his eyes again and saw a small boy standing nearby looking at him.
"Mom! I caught a big rat!" The boy shouted.
Meep tried to move but this time he was too late. The humans had spotted him and the boy
ran away screaming.
Meep heard rifle shots and felt a burning pain in his body. He twitched a little and then laid
still. The pain stopped and he could hear only the sounds of the nature and his own breathing.
He was dying and he knew it. But he didn't care anymore. He had survived the attacks of the
man-things, he had even survived the fall. He had nothing to fear anymore.
He closed his eyes and waited for his death.
The sound of a cannon shot echoed trough the forest but it was so far away that it didn't
disturb him anymore.
Meep was dead.
Or so he though.
The cannon shot was fired by Captain Krozer and her soldiers but they were still far away.
They had been following the river and had nearly reached the place where it all began. The
soldiers had found the camp of the stormvermin and they had fought a great battle there. The
camp was destroyed and many stormvermin died but none of them had been Fangleader
Meep.
Captain Krozer cursed loudly. She had lost him again. She had been following the river for
days and had found no trace of the stormvermin. She had even split up her soldiers in groups
of two and sent them search the forest but still they hadn't found him.
Meep was out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. He could be anywhere, he
could be hiding in any of the villages that lay nearby, he could be in some hidden cave
surrounded by his guards. He could be anywhere.
Meep was out there waiting to strike but Captain Krozer didn't care anymore. Her quest for
vengeance had died in the village where Fyodor died. She had followed her orders but it
seemed that the evil bastard had escaped her once more. She had lost many men and had no
more to give.
She turned around and headed back to the Empire.
To be continued...
 Thanquol's Quest; The one that he really did not want to do
Chapter Summary

more AI Dungeon shinigans. Since AI Dungeon decided to put Thanquil in I decided to

make him go after Meep.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Thanquol stood before the Council. The council seemed pretty mad. They hold Thanquol
personally responsible from the loss of the army in the mountains. Thanquol pretended like
he knew nothing about what had happened.

He didn't even know anything about the army in the first place. He was just glad that he
managed to escape from that accursed mountain range. "The army is gone and we have no
idea what happened!" one of the Lords of the Decay, Thanquol did not know who since they
all cowered their faces with their hoods.

"I have no idea what happened either", Thanquol lied, "It was not me. It was a a setup by
some low clawleader. The victory was ours, but then someone hit me. I was striked down by
some lowlife clan rat. It was the clan's fault. Their stormvermin did not protect me-me." he

lied. "Enough of this lies, rat!" another Lord of the Decay shouted, "We know that the army
was destroyed by an alliance between the humans and the mountain-dwellers." "I have no
idea what happened," Thanquol lied once more, "I blacked out as soon as I was hit to the
head." The council was silent for a while. They seemed to be arguing among themselves.
Thanquol hoped they would believe his lies.

"We have decided your fate," the Lords of the Decay said in unison, "As the army was
destroyed due to your failure as a leader, we have decided that it is your fault that the Empire
lost its position in the mountains. As such, your life is forfeit." "What? But... but...!"
Thanquol tried to say. "Your life is forfeit!" the Lords of the Decay repeated,

"Unless you go back there right now and find Fangleader Meep and help him to take the
village back to us!", they
said in unison once again. "But...!" Thanquol tried to say, "It is impossible! Meep is propably
dead!" "Then you gather the army back up to yourself and fix this by yourself!" "But..." "We
need this village to be ours to

stand a chance against the accursed mountain men! Meep was your responsibility! Now fix
this!", they said in unison once again. "Very well... I shall return to the mountains," Thanquol
said, not wishing to anger them. "You better get going then. You have one week to return to
us here with the village under your control or otherwise you shall join the rest of the dead.

Go!" the Lords of the Decay commanded. "Yes, my lords,

thank you my lords,

I shall leave right now,

my lords," Thanquol said as he left the chamber. The Lords of the Decay turned to each other.
"Should we really trust him with this task? He could still pull a trick on us..." one of them
hissed. "Nonsense, he has no other choice but to obey us. We have given him a second
chance at life and he will not defy that.

He knows that we can kill him at any given time"

another one said. "But he is so treacherous, how can we be sure that he will not betray us?"
"We can't. But we have to take the chance. If he succeeds, it will be to our benefit. If he fails,
well it doesn't matter anymore and we will finally get rid of that bumblding idiot rat!" The
Lords of the Decay turned once again to skaven of the Clan Eshin who was still waiting for
orders. Staying almost invisible. "You heard our decision," they told him, "You know what to
do."

Thanquol was furious! He was mad! This all been the fault of Jorma, that incompetent
Clanleader. The whole Dorkarotat clan was full of traitors and incomptent traitors. Yes they
were clearly been too slow so the man-things had had time to organize. Thanquol was merely
passing by with this stormvermin guard that he had gotten to travel with him from the Clan
Mors on his way to Skavenblight. He was just been curious to see if he could take the glory
of easy mission from the stupid rat and given it to a skaven whom it belonged to, himself. It
was not Thanquol's fault that the other clans had gotten the idea to strike too. And it
definetely was not his fault that Meep had decided to play the hero and save everyone. Meep
was an idiot! Too brave for a skaven. All of the skaven of the Clan Mors were idiots.
Thanquol did not understand how when Meep reconized some of the skaven of the Clan
Mors on the troops who were lend to help Clan Dorkarotat earlier and decided to help them
out when everything went wrong. A true skaven would just have done the honorable thing,
and run. But Meep had refused to leave. And now Thanquol had to go find him and take him
back to the Council. Thanquol wondered why. What was there something so special about
stupid stormvermin fangleader. Surely they could be easily replaced.
 But he had heard that Clan Mors fangleaders were somehow unique. There was the perverted
case of Warlord Queek Headtaker and Ska Bloodtail. Ska had took a dagger to his heart to
save Queek. Queek had been showing off signs of weakness and more moodswings than the
usual when he though Ska was gone. And he had dropped the important Council papers to the
floor and rushed to go see Ska when he had learned that Ska was alive. The Council was not
only one with ears on places. Thanquol himself had many spies. Queek was definetely mad.
Thanquol shivered. He was sure Meep was mad too. He was sure he was. No skaven in their
right mind would do such things as rush into the danger when seeing the danger. A skaven
would run away from the danger. Not directly towards it. Still Meep had abondoned his post
as soon as he had seen a group of stormvermin in trouble. And now Thanquol had to go find
him. He lashed his tail. Why him? HE was too important for this kind of job. He was not a
breeder-sitter. Meep was a big skaven. He should know to take better care of himself.

Thanquol knew that he had no other option than to obey the Council of Thirteen. Lords of
Decay could have Eshin assasins on him before he could think of doing anything. Thanquol
was sure one was already following him and making sure he failed. He had not been in the
favour of the Council for while. But he was sure that if he managed to pull this off, find Meep
and help Meep take over the man-thing burrow called Kotikylä he could collect all nice
credits for it afterwards when the village was his. HE could even dispose Meep himself if
Meep had anything agains this brilliant plans. He would be victorious. He would be in the
good graces of the Council again. He would get much warptokens as a reward. He would get
more better hold of the Council. Those idiots in the Council clearly needed him. Othervise
they would not have sent him back. Yes-yes, he was an important skaven.

But first he had to go back to his burrow to make himself ready for the upcoming jorney. He
remembered that he left his pet human, the turncoat called Matti, back in his burrow. He was
still there. Thanquol laughed. He didn't know how long Matti would stay loyal to him. That
one was traitor through and through. He would certainly betray anyone if it meant he could
save his skin. But he was a clever human. Sometimes too clever so Thanquol often kept him
sedated with alcohol. Matti knew many human secrets and would share them to him. A good
choice for a pet.

Chapter End Notes

So we have Thanquol now.. But where Is Boneripper?

I quess you have to read more to find out.
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