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Hello peeps again :) - another adventure for my silly little scout and thief! And record keeper once hes back home. This time he will be heading into man-thing territory into Wissenland! Toward Kreutzhofen! Surely nothing bad will happen to Enket on the way there, or when hes there, or on the way back. This is made with my best effort to keep it close to lore but the world as a whole a few notches less murder so there can be more talking. But don't you worry Empire fans there will be plenty of burning of heretics once Enket arrives in the city proper!

In part one the still frazzled Enket will be trying to come to terms with what happened in tail 1 and get the summons for his next assignment! Before he finds out that trying to cross the Blighted Marshes even for someone who is the dominate species there is not just a nice weekend walk! He'l be arriving at his new clients doorstep next entry to get his mission laid out.

Feature the name and still terrifying presence of the Grey Seer Kritch Deeptaker
 ChaosEye
And in a speaking role in part two the more carnal Grey Seer Mormel! Owned by
 Kurbon

In Enkets next adventure, into the stratified world of Bretonnia, he will be doing it on Grand Word Chiefs orders for Gilm business. But if you would like your powerful Skaven (preferably a Warlord, Engineer, Assassin, Priest, or Moulder(Not Seer as already had two of um!)) to be the one ordering Enket around and having fun with the silly Clanrat I would be happy to discuss that with you for mission 4!

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Whft whft whft woosh!...Tink!

Enket running basically on automatic as he reloaded his sling and half looked at the target. Starting to spin the weapon over his head again before letting fly. Missing the target again and hitting the stone wall behind it but barely even noticing as his mind was far off elsewhere at the moment.

A Seers son. Maybe one of Kritchs' Stormvermin had told others of what had happened in that chamber of horrors. Or Kritch himself boasted about how good one of his spawn was almost feeding him so willingly! After he had risked his life for the Seer and then leaping inside his maw before Kritch so graciously gave the Clanrat another chance to do missions for him. Before he would be devoured later. Woosh! Enket was a little closer this time but his eyes were clearly unfocused on the target.

One would have possibly thought that with the rumor mills spinning like Doomwheels down the narrow streets that this could only be a benefit to Enket. But like the Slaves the wheels rolled over it wasn't all good news. Being known as related to a powerful, and feared, Seer would surely lead to only benefits for him! He surely wouldn't even need a mark now to get other rats to leave him alone! And his name, and his 'adopted' clans name, was being spoken of in more corners of Skavendom! More buisness! More prestigue! Perhaps chances for he himself to mate! But no.

Another miss as Voch peaked into Gilms' joint armory and training room and nodded that Enket was there. Holding a rolled scroll in his paw as he quickly moved aside as a Stormy left the room before he himself entered. The Slave making his way toward the distracted scout as another stone was loaded and the sling began its rotation.

Eyes and mouths speaking your name were rarely a good thing when you yourself were just a brown, tiny, worthless Clanrat. Even if violence would not come his way others believing he was Kritchs' son would likely mean they would ask for more payment for their assistance. He was a Seers son after all. He could easily afford more for such help!

"E...Enket?" Voch squeaked quietly as he stood to Enkets side. Another stone thrown toward the target that hit just the edge of it. Improvement! But the clanrat didn't even make any indication that he had heard Voch. Making him clear his throat and try again. "Farseer?" But still nothing. Humming at this prediciment, he was not one of the ones that believed the rumor but Enket was rising pretty rapidly in Gilms ranks so bothering him as a Slave likely wasn't good for Voch keeping his remaining front tooth, so he turned and left the room. He had a solution to this!

It didn't help that his given last name had Seer in it. He had heard a few of the more gullable members of Gilm whisper that it was so obvious that he had been a Seers son! How had they not seen it before! But beyond extra eyes on him, extra trouble, and needing to pay extra Enket was worried that he was now even more of a pawn than before. The stone hitting the first main ring now! Say some other Seer, or Warlord, or Assassin, or Engineer, or Priest - any of them didn't like Kritch. Maybe hed eaten their favorite minion or stolen some glory from their paws. What a better way to strike a blow to Kritch than to deliver Enkets head to him in a sack. A sons head to his door. Show him how displeased they were and to strike a blow back...Kritch would likely just eat it anyway and shrug.

Kekkan now entering the room with Voch right behind him as the Stormvermin would sigh in annoyance. Handing over his large shield to Voch who nearly toppled over sideways at the weight before the Stormy would dust off his hands before reaching out to the distracted Scout.

Things were so much simplier before that last cursed mission. The sling spinning as Kekkans paws were almost upon Enket. He was just dreading getting a message from dear ol dad. And now believed that he was a rat snack walking. All that was unsure was how long he "Hadgnej!" Enket squeaked as he was grabbed around the scruff of his neck and belt and hoisted off the ground by the larger black rat. Sling knot flying out of his hand as the stone itself was rocketed backwards toward Voch! Who had luckily ducked to try and better support the large spiked shield which pinged the rock off into a rack of spears. Thankfully the finger loop was still around Enkets fingers as the sling dangled from his open hand. Dragging along the ground with his tail as he himself dangled from Kekkans paws. Enk blinking as he looked back at Kekkan before he was carried over toward the Stormvermins shield. Enket having a moment of panic that he was about to be speared upon it before he was held just next to it.

"Scribe-Slave," Kekk would grunt as he held the scout still. "The message-paper." Voch quickly standing up and nodding as he held up the rolled parchment. Seeing Enket start to squirm with wide eyes as he held up his other paw.

"It is not Lord-Master Deeptaker!" Enk letting out a sigh of relief before the slave opened the parchment and began to recite its contents. Enket still dangling as Kekk chuckled behind him.

"Better not let Word-Chief catch you so distracted-worried Enket. Or he will offer-give you a long nap with his write-smacking stone."

"Lord-Master Seer Mormel, of great-mighty clan Skaul," Enket blinking at that. He knew of them. They did scouting and trade similiar to Gilm. Though hed never dealt with them directly before. Their peddled items were far out of range for Enkets meager budget. Especially after the protection money was punched out of it and himself. Though why they would need another scouting clan would be something hed need to find out from the Lord-Master himself. Mormel, Enket nodding as he comitted that to memory. "Requests-demands Gilm send clanrat Enket Farseer." Oh no more Seers that knew him by name. Enket groaning as he plapped his none sling hand to his eyes. Voch and Kekk just smirking at his discomfort as the slave continued. "Too meet-travel to Skauls' clan grounds near the man-things' settlement of Miragliano. Where Lord-Master Mormel will chitter-squeak mission." Just on the edge of the marshes. Oh joy. Voch lowering the parchment to look over it at Enket. "Got-understand that?"

Enket nodding as he was finally put down. Removing his sling from his paw as he wound it back around his wrist. Kekkan grabbing his shield again as he headed for the door. "Good luck Enk," hed call back before he was gone. Voch also nodding as he handed over the parchment in case it was needed at the door.

"Yes-yes. Good luck. Don't die-die." It made Enk smile that there was a small amount of clan care there. Though it likely wasn't fully intended. If Enket did die Voch would likely get his spot higher up the ladder. But he needed to not think such thoughts when it was mission time as Enket had soon left Gilms halls for the trek across the swamps. Thankfully packing a old model gas hood in addition to his normal supplies so he could make the journey easier. Hopefully incognetio as well.

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And if there was one good think about wearing the old hood is that it hid his apparently distinctive face and hair from the overseers and slaves in the marsh. Not his ears but surely that wouldn't ruin his sneaking. Whipping and wailing about getting all the Black Corn they could as Enk did what he could to scoot past on the few wooden piers and walkways. The visibility through the lenses not much worse than one would have without it on with the constant fog and dank air prevailing this place. Not poisonous per say but if one could avoid the stink they often did. As Enket could see many of the Overseers if not with a full hood at least a mouth and nose piece as they moved along on either platforms or their own coracle, with stabilizing outriggers, looking for Slaves who dared slack or try to consume the raw Black Corn themselves. It was rather surprising how tough it was to hear their cries and pleas over the general atmosphere of the marsh. While the Overseers commands cut through just fine. Likely one of the reasons they were shoved out of Blight to this kind of job. A good set of lungs so you could be heard enough and with plenty of lesser rats to shove around.

"You-you! Pick up that sickle and get to harvest-cutting!"

"Master-boss! It fell in!" A whip crack and a short scream followed by a splash.

"Then get-get in and get it back Slave!" His recent experiences with Voch did make Enket feel a little sorry for the Slave that was trying to keep from sinking down in the thick 'water' but he reminded himself that Voch was not these Slaves. If many Skaven had their way Enket would be out there too. Forget them. Eyes forward and keep walking. Better them than him. If any of the Overseers saw him watching he could easily be pulled into service too since he cared so much. Dont let those no-fur emotions you so often saw and recorded about sneak into your mind - he kept reminding himself as he walked. Like family and affection and the desire to make something nice that people would remember. You are a Skaven. You are not allowed to think such thoughts. Taking a glance upward at the hidden sky as he momentarily though about the Great Horned one. He, according to the Seers who he doubted would lie about The Horned Ones desires and goals when even he knew that speaking ill about Him would get you smote pretty quick-fast, never thought of such things so neither should all of His children. But...was all the plan ruining and backstabbing part of His grand designs? Were not one of His Lords or horns concerned that the Skaven family, a shudder passing through Enket as he remembered that large gaping maw waiting from his own 'father', were so self destructive? Eager to leap at the smallest chance to tear down the work of those who came before only to remake it with their clan or name on it instead?

Thankfully for Enkets mental and moral health he was shaken from this train of thought by the platform he was on shaking him hard enough to almost get him to topple over the side into the water. Dropping to all fours to keep from falling uncontrollably as he looked ahead to try and see what had caused it. Before he was just able to hop backwards in time to avoid being crushed under the gangway of one of the barges crashing down on the walkway. Before Enket would leap up to cling to one of the few lampposts that seeme to indicate this was an unloading spot. Limbs all wrapped around it as his tail was pulled up as well as a mass of Slaves, with taller overseers at the rear of each section, flowed past him. The scout doing what he could to scoot up higher toward the hissing Warpstone lantern so he had no chance of getting swept up in the throng and so they didn't grab anything off of him. The voices of hundreds of his ratkin melding together in a morass of noise and weight just like the air all around him. Streaming off the boat clutching their harvest as tightly as they could. Or their whips. As they moved toward the massive grain wheel. Their shift perhaps even complete so they could drop off the raw food stuffs and go and eat. Go and rest. Before back out here. Many of them seemed happy. Relieved that they had survived the day. And few if any even noticed Enket clinging to the post. They were all busy in their own world of survival. Their own rat race. As he thankfully wasn't a normal warrior Enket had never seen such a noisey mass moving like this before. The fear that no-furs had when he revealed himself? Made a little more sense now.

"Gilm. Why-why are you hang-clinging to my light post?" Large ears flicking around till Enket finally looked up to see a rather annoyed cloaked figure crouched on the very narrow top of the post. Punch dagger held low and right next to Enkets face. Its points gleaming in the green glow from the lantern as they seemed almost perfectly spaced to peirce both of his eyes if the Eshin were to just push them forward. Enkets orange under shirt, that he hoped would be hidden under his cloak, easily spotted by the trained killers eyes as Enket clung to the post. Going up or down would likely mean death either way. Either by trampling below or getting his brain picked by this one above him.

"Err-umm." Enkets eyes roving around the glass eye peices as he couldn't seem to work out if he wanted to look at the Eshin or not before he ventured some proper words. Who knew what these shadowpaws wanted really. "Just-just admiring how good-smart your position is Assassin-sir!" The frown momentarily flitting to a smile before back to frown as the chittering below the two continued.

"It is good-good. Away from the mass, still view-see all, and only big-large enough for one. Yes-yes?" Enket glancing down to see that the mass had only intensified if anything. He needed to buy some more time.

"But you-you are so skill-master at being atop me-me! Even me-me with my silly paws surely would not distract-disturb you Assassin-Sir!" The Eshin shaking his head as the punch dagger moved back before he flipped his paw to be holding onto a second handle. Enket how faced with some brass knuckle type device facing his face as the Eshin seemed about to strike. Scouts eyes wide as he tried to lean back to give himself more room to dodge. Before the Eshin spoke again.

"Wait a minute-moment. You are Seer Deeptakers son-spawn." The Eshin looking over Enkets head again - and his ears. Before reaching down with his other paw to pull the gas hood off of Enkets head. The scout hurking and blinking at the sudden punch to the face of the marshes and the mass of skavenslaves being stuffed into his nose as that nearly made him fall off by itself. The reminder that he was that mad-Skavens son not helping him keep a hold of the pole. "Yes-yes. Ears and hair and all." The hood plopped haphazardly back over Enkets head as the Eshin shrugged. "Shame-lame. I was looking forward to see the slave-mass rip you apart."

Wisely Enket didn't respond to that that he just worked on holding onto the lamp post one handed as he adjusted the hood back to being normal. Trying to just look across the marsh and not up at the smirking Eshin anymore. But once the mass below them had finally petered out Enket looked up a last time to see that the Eshin was no longer there. Bloody typical. Sliding down his perch in the storm before he picked up the pace to get to the edge of the marsh before another issue cropped up.