Vermintide: End Times
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As the General dismounts his horse, the poor beast collapses from sheer exhaustion. Skiteek, Anleesh, and I had managed to catch a few hours of rest before cleaning up our camp, giving me time to mull over the plan. The moment of reckoning has come; it's time for everything to either come together or for us to be branded as traitors. I salute the General as he takes a moment to compose himself, the heavy bags under his eyes betraying his fatigue.
"What has demanded such urgency?" he asks tersely, impatience evident in his tone. It's clear he's not in the mood to waste time, nor would I dare waste it.
I unfurl the map and hand it over to him. He quickly takes in the circled area and the X marking the spot.
"A large-scale invasion is set to happen in four days' time, though that timeframe may be shorter or longer than expected," I answer. "The X represents the breach point for their siege weapons. Not to mention, it's where the Skaven plan to store a large quantity of Warpstone to detonate just before the battle."
The General's eyes widen as he absorbs this information, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
"And what's the source of such treasured information? Your pet?"
I shake my head. "A blessing I seem to have, or perhaps a curse." I turn to the forest and wave for them to come forward. Both Skiteek and Anleesh emerge from the treeline.
"Two of them?" The General locks his eyes onto me. "Speak, Daven. I'm sure you're well aware that one rat was pushing your luck… You can't possibly be saying this pest came forward with this information?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, General." I walk over and carefully grab the sack containing the Warpstone, before returning to the General and opening it wide for him to see.
"B-By Sigmar," he whispers, the gravity of the situation dawning on him. He understands the immense power this bag holds and the catastrophic impact it could have.
"I found him in this forest. He was dying. I didn't know why he was here, so I interrogated him," I answered, revealing just enough truth to build my case. "He told me tales of his nest. Cruelty beyond comparison inflicted on him. He freely gave the information about the invasion because what he had planned was far more impactful."
"And what's that?"
"We're going to destroy a nest," I state plainly.
The General looks at me for a moment. "You said 'We', Daven. Who is 'we'? Surely not you and your pet?"
"General, think about it. If he tries to do this plan alone, it would amount to nothing." I tie the bag up and hand it over to Skiteek. "With this bag and this other rat's knowledge, we can work together to destroy a Skaven nest. This boon would throw the rest of them into decades, if not centuries of infighting and allow our forces to prepare for the next wave. Do you not realize the gravity of this?"
"I understand all too well," he says with grim finality. "Though walking away alive… Are you going into this knowing you'll never return? Are you truly trusting the words of another rat?"
I stare into the General's eyes for a moment. He and I used to be close friends, having fought together and saved each other countless times. It was only when my faith began to wane that I distanced myself from him, acting coldly in the hope that my death would never weigh on his shoulders. But deep down, I know that isn't the case. He's always worried, and it's more apparent now that we're face to face.
"I'm not going into this expecting to die," I answer. "I'm doing this to truly give everyone a moment of peace. A day where the soldiers don't have to trudge along to the next nightmare. To give the children a chance to grow in a world that isn't so twisted. I'm not lost, Francis. I hate the Skaven to my core… But these two are NOT the enemy. I will fight with them in this cataclysmic mission, and you, my friend, will hold the line. There, you will hear of my triumph."
He holds my gaze, a smirk forming on his weary face. "It's been a long time since I've heard you speak with such conviction, Daven. Very well, embark on your mission. I will hold the line against the coming tide. Should we both survive, I promise we shall be properly rewarded."
"Then every second counts," I state. "The three of us will make our way to the nest. On the morning, when the battle has started; that's when we'll enter inside and do what must be done."
He nods before looking at his horse. "Send my mare to the town when she is rested. I must get another to run to the city and set up the defenses."
"Will do."
He pauses, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. "Good luck."
"And to you," I reply, mirroring his gesture. We hold this exchange for a moment before he disappears into the dense treeline.
Once Francis is out of sight, Skiteek exhales deeply.
"Worried," he admits. "Two Skaven part really hit him hard."
I nod. "It did, but just as I expected, he knew this was all too good to pass up." I face Anleesh. "We need to move. I want to set up a camp near the entry point to the nest. It'll give us an idea of what remaining patrols will exist." He nods as I turn to Skiteek. "Let's pack light. The rest can wait here for us."
"Very well." He barks some orders at Anleesh as the two of them get to packing.
It's all about to happen. No matter what, this will likely be our last mission.
I left the village with my armor and a few other essentials, treats included for Skiteek and Anleesh. The weight of the supplies on my back serves as a constant reminder of what lies ahead, and the challenges we'll inevitably face. As we trek through the forest, Anleesh's slight limp catches my eye, a tender reminder of our passionate encounter the day before. Skiteek, ever observant, chuckles knowingly and leans in to whisper something in Queekish, causing Anleesh to grunt and gingerly rub his sore rear, a blush creeping up his muzzle.
It's a relief that neither Skiteek nor Anleesh were so consumed by lust that they'd consider having Anleesh take me. Given the size difference and Anleesh's inexperience, I doubt he'd be able to walk at all had he been on the receiving end, especially in the heat of the moment when desire overrides reason. Despite this, the shift in the atmosphere between us is palpable. The trust and alignment in our mission were already there, but as Skiteek rightly pointed out, having sex tore down walls we didn't even know existed, bringing us closer in ways we never anticipated.
Skiteek's playful demeanor towards Anleesh is more evident now, and the inexperienced Skaven is soaking up the attention. Any lingering doubts about our loyalty to one another have vanished. If the time comes when our lives are on the line, I can act without hesitation, knowing these two are by my side. However, we need to maintain our pace. I recall Anleesh mentioning that his nest is about three days' travel on foot, but the stress at the time might have skewed his estimate.
Without hesitation, I scoop up Anleesh, who lets out a startled yelp.
"It'll take some time for the soreness to subside," I explain, holding him close. "Until then, we must move with haste."
Skiteek, not one to be left out, lets out a frustrated growl. "Why not carry me?"
With a roll of my eyes and a smirk tugging at my lips, I kneel down and shift the backpack slightly, creating a small space between it and my body. I nod towards the opening, inviting Skiteek to climb on. His face lights up with unbridled glee as he carefully maneuvers himself into the gap, pressing his chest against my back and wrapping his arms securely around my neck. He shifts a bit, finding a comfortable position that allows him to avoid putting too much pressure on the supplies while still maintaining a firm grip. Once settled, he wraps his legs around my waist, squeezing gently to signal that he's ready.
"Comfortable?" I tease, my voice laced with amusement as I adjust to the added weight and the feeling of Skiteek's warm body pressed against mine.
In response, he leans in and licks my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. "Very," he purrs, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, mindful not to disturb the backpack's contents.
I glance down at Anleesh, who gazes up at me with a mixture of adoration and uncertainty, a blush still coloring his muzzle.
"D-Daven…" he begins, his voice soft and hesitant.
I can see the gears turning in his head as he searches for the right words in common, trying to express something that seems to be weighing on his heart. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, his brow furrowing in frustration as the words evade him. Finally, he looks away, his ears drooping slightly as he lets out a small sigh, the unspoken sentiment hanging in the air between us.
It's a reminder of how new and overwhelming all of this must be for him, but I simply hold him closer, offering a reassuring smile. With my two companions in tow, I rise to my feet, taking a moment to balance myself and ensure that the backpack and Skiteek are secure. Once satisfied, I continue my stride, our pace now significantly faster as we make our way through the forest.
As the sun's last rays fade, giving way to the encroaching darkness, the three of us work in tandem to set up our camp for the night. The air is charged with a palpable tension, a stark contrast to the relative ease of our previous campsite. Skiteek and I are on high alert, our senses honed to a razor's edge, acutely aware of the looming threat of the invasion.
Even within the boundaries of our territory, we cannot afford to let our guard down. The possibility of hidden breach points, enemy scouts, and myriad other dangers lurks in the shadows, but we are prepared to face whatever challenges may arise. The warm night air renders a fire unnecessary, and I anticipate the weather will remain mild as we draw closer to the nest.
"Set up alarm." Skiteek lets me know.
I nod in acknowledgment. "Good." I reach into my pack and distribute portions of food among us. "Eat up."
Skiteek wastes no time, consuming his meal with the focused efficiency of a seasoned warrior. I follow his lead, but as I glance over at Anleesh, I notice the confusion and a glimmer of fear in his eyes. It dawns on me that he has never witnessed us in this state before—the intensity, the unwavering focus, the grim determination that comes with our mission. I take a measured breath, allowing myself a moment to soften my demeanor, and motion for Anleesh to come closer. As he approaches, I gently pull him to my side, offering a comforting presence.
"I know this might be a bit jarring," I explain, my voice low and steady. "But this is how we operate during missions. We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment. One careless mistake could cost us our lives." Anleesh listens intently, absorbing every word, his brow furrowed in concentration. "In the heat of battle, it's easy to forget the basic necessities—food, water, rest. But neglecting those needs can be just as deadly as any creature of chaos. It's a slow, insidious killer that saps your strength when you need it most."
"Daven right," Skiteek chimes in, pausing between bites of his dried meat. He hisses something in Queekish, his tone firm and authoritative, reinforcing the importance of my words.
"Daven… Right," Anleesh repeats, nodding in understanding before turning his attention to his own meal, his movements a bit more measured now, as if he's processing this new insight.
I give Anleesh a reassuring pat on the head before finishing my own food, my mind already racing ahead to the challenges that await us. Anleesh's lack of experience is a stark reminder of how much he still has to learn, but there's no time for a gentle learning curve. We need to be at the top of our game when we infiltrate the nest, and that means ensuring that Anleesh is adequately equipped to defend himself. The thought of procuring a suitable weapon for him weighs heavily on my mind as Skiteek lays out a blanket for us to rest on, forgoing a tent to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
As I settle into the middle of the blanket, Skiteek and Anleesh cuddle up on either side of me, their warmth and proximity providing a small measure of comfort in the face of the daunting task ahead. The road before us is long and fraught with danger, and I know that the closer we get to our destination, the more I'll need to rely on every ounce of my training and experience to see us through.
"Is Daven ok?" Anleesh's worry seeps into his words as they trek through the forest on the second day, his gaze flickering back to the human.
Skiteek, ever vigilant, scans the surrounding forest for any signs of danger. "There's a lot for him to think about," he replies, his tone measured and understanding. "For now, we must be his eyes and ears, to help lighten his burden."
Anleesh nods, his own gaze sweeping the dense foliage before settling once more on Daven. The human seems lost in thought, his movements almost mechanical, as if he's operating on autopilot. Given the gravity of the task that lies ahead, Anleesh knows he shouldn't be surprised by Daven's preoccupation, but the sight of him so distant and withdrawn stirs a peculiar ache in his chest. With each step that brings them closer to the nest, Anleesh feels the weight of uncertainty and fear pressing down on him, a growing sense of dread that he can't quite put into words.
"Skiteek," he begins, his voice hesitant and unsure. "Why do I hurt inside when I look at Daven the closer we get to the nest?"
Skiteek's answer is swift and certain. "You love him."
Anleesh rests a paw on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his fur. He shakes his head, struggling to articulate the complex emotions swirling within him. "No, it feels like… um." He pauses, searching for the right words to describe the sensation that seems to consume him. "Like I'm being hollowed out."
Skiteek grunts, his tone firm and authoritative. "Listen, if I say it's love, it's love. Understand?"
"L-Love?" Anleesh repeats the unfamiliar man-thing word, rolling it around on his tongue as if testing its weight. "If that's true… What does it mean? Why do I hurt so much inside? Is love bad?"
"It's not bad," Skiteek assures him, his voice softening with a hint of understanding. "It means you're afraid of what will happen to Daven. Think about it. Imagine it. Daven getting hurt while we're in the nest."
The mere thought of Daven being injured, or worse, sends a jolt of icy fear through Anleesh's veins. He stops walking abruptly, his breath caught in his throat as a wave of panic washes over him. Skiteek, noticing his distress, walks over and rests a comforting paw on his shoulder, patting him a few times before gently pushing him onward. They can't afford to slow down, not now, not with so much at stake.
"That is love, Anleesh," Skiteek explains, his voice a mix of firmness and compassion. "You want to do anything to make sure that doesn't happen, yes?" Anleesh nods, his mind reeling as he tries to process this newfound understanding of his feelings. "Then more training is needed," Skiteek concludes, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We must be prepared for whatever challenges the nest may hold, to ensure that we all make it out alive."
As my mind drifts back to the present, I watch Skiteek sidle up to Anleesh, his dagger glinting in the dappled sunlight as he pulls it from its sheath. He holds it out for Anleesh to examine, a silent offer for the younger Skaven to take the weapon and familiarize himself with its weight and balance. It's clear that Skiteek is already taking the initiative to train Anleesh, a task that has been at the forefront of my own thoughts as we've journeyed closer to the nest.
I've spent countless hours mulling over how to best integrate Anleesh into our group, considering his unique strengths and weaknesses. Like Skiteek, Anleesh's small stature and lack of muscle definition suggest that he, too, was likely a slave in his former life. But while Skiteek has found his niche as our ranger, having two such specialized roles in our team would be a recipe for disaster.
Anleesh's ability to heal, however, opens up a new possibility. As I watch him tentatively take the dagger from Skiteek, an idea takes shape in my mind. Anleesh may not have the strength to fight on the front lines like I do, but he could serve as a defender, using his skills to keep Skiteek safe from flanking attacks and ambushes. With Anleesh watching his back, I would have more freedom to focus on the main threat, trusting that our ranger is well-protected.
It's with this thought in mind that I reach into my bag, my fingers closing around the cool, smooth surface of the steel buckler I purchased from the blacksmith. As I pull it out, I take a moment to admire the craftsmanship—it's not a flashy piece, but rather one forged by a man who understands the importance of functionality over form. The buckler is designed for durability and comfort, with a clever bit of shock absorption worked into the metal to lessen the impact on the wielder's arm.
"Get used to carrying this," I call out, drawing the attention of both Skaven as I hand the buckler to Anleesh. "Your role is simple. Defend Skiteek. As our ranger, he's at the greatest risk out there. I can't always be there to protect him while I'm engaging the enemy head-on. That's where you come in."
Skiteek nods, a glimmer of approval in his eyes as he helps Anleesh strap the buckler to his arm. "Makes sense. Is it heavy?" Anleesh shakes his head, and Skiteek grunts in satisfaction. "Good. Now, let's keep moving."
The buckler looks almost comically large on Anleesh's arm, but its size is deceptive—the metal is lightweight enough not to hinder his movements. As we continue our trek through the forest, Skiteek begins to demonstrate various defensive maneuvers, his words a rapid-fire string of Queekish that I can only catch glimpses of. But the meaning behind his actions is clear: he's teaching Anleesh how to deflect blows, how to use the buckler to redirect the force of an attack rather than trying to absorb it head-on.
It's a testament to Skiteek's intelligence and adaptability that he's able to grasp Anleesh's new role so quickly, tailoring his impromptu lesson to the specific demands of the task at hand. He shows Anleesh how to parry, how to counter, how to maintain his footing even in the chaos of battle. And through it all, he never once slows his pace, multitasking with an ease that speaks to his own experience on the battlefield.
Anleesh, for his part, seems to be struggling to keep up with the onslaught of new information, his eyes wide and his brow furrowed in concentration. But despite the overwhelming nature of the lesson, he doesn't complain, doesn't ask for a break or a reprieve. Instead, he simply nods and follows along, absorbing every scrap of knowledge Skiteek throws his way with a determination that fills me with a sudden surge of pride.
I know that the odds of us making it through the nest without encountering resistance are slim to none, even with the invasion drawing most of the Skaven forces away. And the thought of the elite guards that likely await us in the heart of the nest is enough to send a chill down my spine. But as I watch Anleesh and Skiteek training, as I feel the weight of my own weapons and armor, I know that there's no point in dwelling on the what-ifs and the could-bes.
We will face it head on and put an end to this fighting.
The third day of our journey dawns, and the world around us has changed in ways both stark and unsettling. The lush forests and winding trails that once sheltered us have long since given way to an endless expanse of open plains, punctuated by pools of sickly liquid that gleam with an oily, iridescent sheen. The stench of the pools hangs heavy in the air, acrid and biting, making my eyes water and my throat burn with every breath. It's a harsh, unforgiving landscape, and the sight of it sends a shiver of apprehension down my spine.
With a critical eye, I sweep the terrain ahead, searching for any means of cover or concealment that might aid us in our approach. The pickings are slim—a scattering of rocky outcrops and boulders, their surfaces pitted and corroded by the caustic air—but they are better than nothing, and we make use of them as best we can.
Our progress is slow and cautious, a tense dance of advance and retreat as we press ourselves close to the unyielding stone, hearts pounding in our chests as we wait and watch for any sign of movement. Anleesh takes the lead, his knowledge of the area guiding us forward, his whispered instructions the only sound in the oppressive stillness.
Eventually, I catch sight of dark figures ahead, their silhouettes pacing about aimlessly in the distance. With a swift, practiced motion, I raise my spyglass to my eye, the lens focusing on the distant shapes with crystal clarity. It's a small patrol of slaves, their bodies thin and wasted, but their eyes burn with that predatory gaze I've come to know from most Skaven. This close to the nest, the risk of detection is too great—we can go no further without exposing ourselves to the enemy.
But even as the realization settles like a leaden weight in my gut, a flicker of hope sparks to life. There, half-hidden among the rocks, is a small burrow, its entrance blessedly free of the toxic sludge that fills so many of the surrounding crevices. It's not much—barely large enough for the three of us to hide inside—but it's a chance, a slim hope of shelter and concealment in this unforgiving wasteland.
With the sun sinking below the horizon and the shadows lengthening around us, we make our move, slipping into the burrow in silence. The darkness is close and heavy, but it is a welcome reprieve from the constant exposure of the open plains, and I feel a small measure of tension drain from my shoulders as we settle into our temporary home.
Skiteek and Anleesh are already setting up camp, their movements quick and efficient. As I watch them work, a sense of finality settles over me like a shroud, the weight of our mission pressing down on me with renewed intensity. Tomorrow is the day—the day when all our plans and preparations will be put to the ultimate test.
The day when we will descend into the heart of the Skaven nest, risking everything in a desperate bid to strike a blow against our enemy. The thought that it could be our last day alive is a chilling one, a specter that hovers at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to overtake me. But I refuse to let fear dictate my actions, not now, not when so much hangs in the balance.
If this is to be our last night, then I am determined to make it one to remember. With a deep breath, I reach for my pack and join Skiteek and Anleesh on the blanket they've laid out, my resolve hardening with every passing moment.
"Tomorrow is the day," I say, my voice low but unwavering in the stillness of the burrow.
Skiteek meets my gaze, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "Indeed," he agrees, the weight of that single word speaking volumes.
I take a moment to gather my thoughts, to find the right words for what I need to say. "I want you both to know that I meant every word I said to the general. I'm not going into this expecting it to be my last mission, or either of yours. But if the worst should happen, I want us to face it together, with no regrets. It's a tradition for humans to have a last meal. After all, it's not right to be sent off on an empty stomach."
With that, I begin to lay out the various treats and delicacies I purchased in the village. Jams of every color and flavor, their jewel-bright hues seeming to glow in the darkness. Soft, savory dried meats that fill the air with their rich aroma. A loaf of bread, still long from becoming stale. A wheel of cheese, the rind dusted with herbs and spices. And finally, the crowning glory—a whole pie, a gift from a grateful maiden, whom I've saved prior, recognized me in the market, its flaky crust practically bursting with sweet, succulent filling.
Skiteek's eyes widened, his face splitting into a broad, delighted grin. Even Anleesh seems transfixed by the bounty laid out before us, his expression a mix of wonder and anticipation.
"We eat all this?" Skiteek asks, his tail twitching with barely contained excitement.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, a moment's levity in the midst of the gathering storm. "As much as you can handle," I confirm, "but pace yourselves. We don't need any stomach cramps slowing us down tomorrow."
Skiteek didn't waste a moment. He snatched up a jar of jam and excitedly began chattering to Anleesh. He popped open the lid and offered it to him, and Anleesh, drawn by the aroma, leaned in close. I watched as Skiteek handed him a piece of dried meat… Right, I'd almost forgotten how Skiteek enjoyed pairing dried meat with jam.
With Skiteek and Anleesh engrossed in their culinary adventure, I turned my attention to slicing the cheese, bread, and pie. I took a bite of the pie, its flavor transporting me back to simpler times—when my mother baked for the market, my father worked the fields, and my siblings and I did our part. I had always dreamt of becoming a soldier like my grandfather. After years of training, when I returned home, it was all burned to the ground. That was the start of the end times, and with nothing left to protect, I devoted myself to saving whoever I could.
"Daven... ok?" Anleesh's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I took a steady breath. "I'm fine. Please, keep eating."
Both Skiteek and Anleesh could sense something more was stirring within me, but they respected my request. I knew very well this might be our last night alive, but this was no time for old memories to cloud my judgment. There would be a time for that, but not today, not tomorrow. This moment blurred as we relished the banquet, sharing in the simple joy of food. Though for Skiteek and Anleesh, it seemed like heaven.
Despite our desire to eat until we couldn't, we all reached our limit. The bread, meat, and pie were gone, but some cheese and jams remained. Seeing that no one could manage another bite, I packed what was left, perhaps as a post-victory treat.
"Taste good." Skiteek said, patting his satisfied stomach. “You like?" He turned to Anleesh.
Anleesh nodded before looking my way. “Daven… Good-like?"
"I enjoyed the meal." I confirmed, before resting on the blanket. "Let's go over our plan. I suspect the attack will happen just before first light, so we don't have long. We need to get as much rest as possible."
They nod in unison and quickly join me. This will be our final moment together where we can relax. At least, until this mission is over.
We weren't in a deep sleep to begin with, but the horn that pierced the still air rumbled the very ground. Despite being so far away, it was the call for the horde to attack the city. The three of us were ready with our gear, leaving behind our bags and whatnot to not be weighed down by the unnecessary. We stealthily hopped from our hole and began sprinting toward the opening.
A slave looked my way and as he opened his mouth to call out, his voice was silenced by Skiteek's bolt. I draw my dagger and sweep behind another slave and slit his throat, tossing him to the ground to bleed out just as Anleesh drives his dagger into the back of the head of another. It happened in a few seconds, but once the final body slumped to the earth, did the three of us hold our breaths.
No sound. Our ambush was a success. From here we can infiltrate and make our way inside. I waved for Anleesh to come closer.
"Move ahead of us. Skiteek and I will trail in the shadows. If anyone talks to you, distract them. We'll clear them out and we can move on."
He nods and takes the lead. This is our best move. Anleesh has a scent they will recognize but not take him for a traitor like Skiteek. Even if it's for a moment, it'll buy us enough time to kill whoever is in the way. Down we delve into the tunnel with Anleesh taking the lead. As expected of the Skaven. It's littered with many twists and turns but Anleesh clearly knows where he's going.
We're walking for an hour at least and yet no sign of life. No patrols or anything. Did the nest decide to go all out? Did I overestimate the possible patrols they'd have? Or perhaps, they didn't wish to waste having units watching useless tunnels. The main intersections. That's where I'd expect enemies to be but that's a worst case scenario.
If the Scaven decides to do that, it won't be a little group patrolling like the slaves at the top. It'll be much larger and possibly filled with Black fur. But we have no other options. Anleesh only knows one way back to the dumping grounds. We can't afford to search for alternative routes. The fact is, our pace is already agonizingly slow. While we try to safely make our way, the others are locked in a battle unlike any we've seen before.
Though I'm sure the Skaven are surprised they were aware of the attack, there still wasn't enough time to prepare.
"Ubersreik, attacked by ratmen," Kerillian laughed, readying an arrow. She loosed it, and a Ratling fell, the shaft protruding from its eye socket. "But what else would you expect from creatures ruled by greed?"
"I take it we should enter this pit and deal with the nest?" Sienna states, glancing at the hole where the siege weaponry had plowed through. She flicks her fingers, summoning a blazing fireball that she hurls into a cluster of advancing Skaven, incinerating them in an instant.
"Yeah, that sounds fun," Kruber says sarcastically, hacking through a Skaven Clanrat with his greatsword. "Jumping into a hole filled with rats. That definitely wouldn't end with us becoming slaves."
"Afraid of a few Raki, Manling?" Bardin snorted, his axe cleaving through multiple rats. "We Dawi have been killing their kind for ages. A single nest is nothing."
"Silence you fools!" Victor shouts, firing his flintlock pistol with deadly precision. The shot tears through the helmet of a Stormvermin, dropping it where it stood. "If Sigmar wills us to destroy the nest, then that is what we shall do. But first, we hold the line."
"Whatever you say, Sir," Kruber agrees, lopping off the head of a charging Skaven. "So long as we swing our elbows, we'll end up where we end up."
Francis could see the hand of fate at work. These five individuals... no, heroes, fought the Skaven with the same skill and ferocity he'd seen in Daven. If anyone could turn the tide, it was them. They just had to hold out long enough for the nest to fall.
And when it did, everything would change.
Something isn't right. We've made it to the dumping ground without running into any patrols. Neither Skiteek nor Anleesh could tell where their clan went, as the tunnels were filled with the scent of Skaven, so knowing precise movement wasn't possible. By all rights I should consider this a divine blessing, but deep in my core I knew otherwise.
My instincts were screaming that we'd just walked into a trap and yet we haven't activated it yet. Skiteek and Anleesh quickly spoke to one another, clearly moving into the next part of the plan where Anleesh will place the warpstone inside along with Skiteek's bomb and fuse. We will need to trail this stuff practically to the surface before lighting it.
The setup was quick and we quickly made our retreat back to the surface. But as I walk out from the tunnel leading to the dumping grounds, I feel time begin to move slowly. My eyes look over to a shadow clung to the wall... No, that wasn't a shadow. I raise my greatsword just in time as the Halberd slams into it, the impact rattling my bones as my enemy enters my vision.
"You!" The Stormvermin chitters, almost drooling with excitement as he presses his weight onto his blade. "Waited long-long to finally fight you, Man-thing!"
"Skiteek, Anleesh, Run!" I shout.
Skiteek simply fires his bolt, but the Stormvermin moved his head so his helmet took the hit, deflecting it away. He then kicks me back before letting out a shrill call that soon is joined by other rats in the clan... A horde is coming. Before I can call out another strike comes down from the Blackfur, he leans in with a savage grin.
"Know much-much about you, Man-thing," the Stormvermin says, licking his lips with a wicked grin. "Want to make you pet-slave, yes. How about it? Submit, let your slaves become our feast-feast!"
I deflect his halberd to the side before shoulder checking him back, stepping with the motion before spinning around to give my blade maximum momentum. The Stormvermin is just as quick to bring the staff of his halberd up to take the hit but even then he underestimated my power, as my blade digs lightly into his side, drawing blood but merely a scratch.
"Good-good, Man-thing!" he shrieks with glee. "No fun if you gave in so easy!"
"Hold this tunnel." Skiteek speaks calmly as he pulls out a firebomb. "It's the only place where the clan won't be able to surround us."
"What about Daven?" Anleesh asks.
"The others wouldn't dare interrupt a Blackfur and his fun. We must clear a path, then we join Daven."
"He said to run." Anleesh insists. "What if this is a trap? To delay?"
"Do you truly wish to run?"
They stare at one another for a moment, their thoughts becoming one.
"No." Anleesh answers.
"Then stand at the front. You're all there is between me and the clan."
The chaotic sounds of the battlefield became a distant hum as my focus locked onto the imposing figure of the Stormvermin. My breath steadied and my grip tightened on the hilt of my greatsword. This fight was crucial—not just for me, but for Skiteek and Anleesh, who were battling their own foes nearby. I had to win this to rejoin them. The Stormvermin's eyes narrowed with cruel delight as he twirled his halberd, the blade gleaming under the murky light.
"Man-thing, you will kneel-crawl before me!" With a guttural roar, he lunged forward, his speed and aggression a stark contrast to his bulky form.
I met the charge with a defiant yell, my greatsword clanging against the halberd with a resounding clang. The force of the blow reverberated through my entire body, but I held my ground. I absorbed the impact, muscles straining as I pushed back, refusing to yield an inch. The Stormvermin was relentless, following up with a rapid series of brutal strikes. I parried, sidestepped, and countered, each movement fluid and precise.
Every clash of steel sent shockwaves through my arms, but I fought back with equal ferocity, my greatsword a blur of lethal motion.
“Fight-fight, Man-thing!" the Stormvermin taunted, his voice filled with sadistic glee. "Make me earn your surrender!"
My muscles screamed under the strain, yet I pressed on, launching a series of powerful counterattacks. I managed to land several solid blows, each one drawing a snarl of pain and frustration from the ratman. But the Stormvermin was a seasoned warrior, recovering quickly and striking back with savage efficiency.
The world around us faded into a surreal backdrop of blurred motion and muted sounds. The Skaven horde seemed to form a ring around our duel, their chattering anticipation a distant murmur. I had no time to think about them; I can only be thankful these rats are stupid enough to watch this fight, if only to give Skiteek and Anleesh some room to breathe.
"Strong-strong, Man-thing," the Stormvermin taunted, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. "But you will tire-break!"
Every word was a spur, goading me into redoubling my efforts. I fought with every ounce of strength and skill I possessed, driving the Stormvermin back step by step. For a moment, it seemed I had the upper hand. The ratman stumbled under my relentless onslaught, his defenses momentarily faltering.
I saw my opening and lunged forward, my greatsword aimed at the Stormvermin's exposed side. But the ratman twisted with agile precision, deflecting the blow and retaliating with a devastating sweep of his halberd. The blade caught my shoulder, carving a deep, painful gash that sent me staggering back. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I shifted my stance, my gaze locked onto my opponent.
I couldn't afford to falter now. Skiteek and Anleesh's lives were on the line. I had to find a way to defeat this monstrosity. Despite the intensity of our battle, the Stormvermin paused, his eyes glinting with sadistic amusement, as if acknowledging my inevitable defeat. The ratman twirled his halberd with a casual ease.
"Man-thing, you fight strong, yes. Join-serve us, and you will be more than a bedslave. Fight beside me, lead-lead our clan to glory!"
His words were a vile mixture of false praise and deceitful promises. The thought of freedom, of power, was tempting, but I knew better. "I know what happens to those who join the forces of chaos," I spat back, my voice steady despite the pain. "I'll never kneel to scum like you."
The Stormvermin's grin widened as amusement danced in his eyes. He resumed his assault with renewed ferocity. As steel clashed against steel, he continued his twisted offers. "Think, Man-thing! I spare-spare your allies—those ones fighting nearby. All you do is join-serve me!"
His words pierced through the battle haze. Sparing my companions? The temptation was dangerous. "Your promises mean nothing," I growled, deflecting a vicious blow and countering with a slash aimed at his neck. "I'll never trust a rat."
The Stormvermin laughed, a harsh, grating sound that filled the air. "But you already do, Man-thing," he hissed, his voice dripping with venomous glee.
The realization stung, but I steeled myself against it. "They are different," I snapped, channeling my anger into my attacks.
"Think, Man-thing! Your allies safe-safe, and you fight-fight forever! Live grand-grand!" he taunted, dancing around my strikes.
I parried his strikes, muscles burning with each clash. "They'll never be safe with you!" I roared, summoning every last ounce of strength for a powerful counterattack that drove him back several steps. "Your words are lies, just like you!"
Still, my strength ebbed, and he sensed it. "Why fight-fight, Man-thing? I could kill them now, but I offer mercy. Join-serve me, and they live!"
Grinding my teeth against the pain gnawing at my body, I shot him a look filled with contempt. "You'll never be like them, Rat." I spat. "I'll never bow to you, no matter what you say."
His eyes glinted with vicious glee as he flung himself into another series of attacks. My muscles burned with each movement, my vision narrowing to a tunnel as fatigue gnawed at me. The halberd swung in a wide arc, forcing me to backpedal. I parried, countered, and struck back, but my strength was dwindling, my movements slowing.
“You will fall-fall, Man-thing!" the Stormvermin hissed, his eyes alight with savage triumph.
I parried a brutal overhead swing and countered with a desperate slash that grazed the Stormvermin's thigh. The ratman snarled in pain but retaliated instantly, a savage uppercut from the halberd's butt caught me under the chin, and I stumbled, vision blurring. I fell to my knees, the greatsword slipping from his grasp. The world around me darkened at the edges as I struggled to rise, my body screaming in protest. I reached for my greatsword, trying to summon the strength for one last attack.
The Stormvermin lifted his halberd, ready to deal a crushing blow. His eyes locked onto mine with that wicked grin I've come to associate with the Skaven. All I could do was sneer back, knowing I couldn't draw enough strength to match his speed. The attack is so fast that my entire vision is taken by darkness, until I hear a loud clang of metal, followed by the sickening crunch of bone breaking.
"D-Daven...ok?"
Anleesh stood before me, his shield raised high. Both arms were shattered, his skull half-crushed, yet he remained steadfast. His eyes met mine, worry etched deeply, even as his bones began to realign with unnatural speed.
"I was wondering where you went, meat," the Stormvermin sneered in Queekish, lifting his halberd away. "Do you think clinging to this man-thing will save you from our feast?"
Anleesh can only look at Daven in his beaten state. His mind floods with memories—how everything had worked out between them, how kind Daven had been, never treating Anleesh as something to be used. Daven had even risked his own life without expecting anything in return. The conversations Anleesh had with Skiteek, the love they spoke of, and that one haunting question: how would Anleesh feel if Daven was hurt in the nest? It's happening right now.
Seeing Daven like this gnaws at Anleesh with a pain more powerful than anything he's ever felt before. But unlike during his harvests, Anleesh isn't afraid. It's another emotion that eats him alive now—hatred. Pure, consuming hatred. He drops his shield and turns to face the towering Stormvermin, his lips curling back into a snarl.
The Stormvermin laughs. "That's an interesting look you have there, Meat... What are you going to do?"
"Daven is mine!"
His state of mind was that of when he was consumed by the desire to escape. Something far more primal than he'd ever experienced before. He leapt onto the Blackfur and bit down hard on its muzzle, the satisfying crunch of bone under his incisors sending a shiver through him. The Stormvermin screamed in shock and pain, desperately using his offhand to strike Anleesh in the side. His ribs cracked and shattered under the force, but Anleesh didn't even flinch. Like a wild animal cornered, he released his grip on the muzzle only to sink his teeth into one of the Skaven's bulging eyes, feeling it burst and ooze as he bit down.
The cocky attitude of the Blackfur vanished. His one good eye widened in horror. Unable to swing his halberd with Anleesh clinging to him, he gripped the weapon like a knife. With a furious snarl, he drove the blade sideways through Anleesh's side, cleaving through his ribs and abdomen. Blood sprayed in violent torrents, coating the Stormvermin in a gruesome mist. Anleesh's lower half fell away, but his upper body clung on with relentless fury, his teeth still gnashing through flesh and bone.
Anleesh tore his teeth away from the destroyed eye and, with a primal roar, sank his jaws into the Stormvermin's thick throat. He bit down hard, feeling the rush of blood flooding his mouth as he tore through skin and muscle. The Blackfur's screams turned to deep, guttural groans as he choked and struggled under the savage assault.
In desperation, the Stormvermin stabbed again and again, the blade ripping through fur, flesh, and bone until Anleesh was nearly mangled, his upper half barely held together by strands of torn muscle and skin. Yet, even with all this damage, Anleesh's upper body remained anchored to the Stormvermin's neck, his jaws locked in a grip fueled by rage and desperation.
The Stormvermin dropped his halberd in blind panic, using both paws to crush Anleesh's skull. The pressure was immense; bones shattered, sending fragments splattering. Brain matter oozed, but Anleesh's grip on the Stormvermin's throat remained unyielding. His hatred and love for Daven turned him into an unstoppable force.
"Let go of me!" the Stormvermin shouted, his voice a mangled cry of fury.
He knew his options were limited. If he pulled Anleesh off, he'd tear out his own throat. If he left him alone, the Skaven would heal and strike again. Desperation guiding his next move, the Stormvermin gripped Anleesh's torso, grunting as he tore the body away from the head, leaving just Anleesh's head clamped onto his neck. Even as Anleesh's torso fell away, his head remained firmly attached, the eyes still burning with rage and fierce determination.
The regenerative powers continued to fight against the damage, but without his body, Anleesh couldn't leverage his strength to tear the Stormvermin's throat further and while fast, his regeneration couldn't heal all of this in seconds.
"Hey," a sharp voice rang out through the frenzied chaos. The Stormvermin turned, seeing Skiteek standing there, crossbow trained on him. "Let go of him, Anleesh."
Reluctantly, Anleesh released his grip, his head falling to the floor with a wet thud. Muscles and skin immediately began to regenerate, slowly mending his broken body. The Blackfur's eye locked onto the rat with the crossbow.
"Are you looking for mercy?" the Stormvermin asked, his voice dripping with venom.
Skiteek laughed. "No, I wanted to make sure not to kill our mate."
Skiteek fires his crossbow. The Stormvermin, smirking with confidence, moves his head, expecting the bolt to deflect off his helmet like before. He braces for impact, but in the next instant, his head is no longer there. No sound, no explosion—just an uncanny silence as his head seemingly vanishes. His body stands eerily still for a moment, as if not yet recognizing what has happened. Then, as if on a delayed trigger, the body begins to fall. Blood gushes from the clean stump, raining down onto the ground as the massive form collapses to the floor.
I watch as the horde scatters deeper into the nest. The absence of their Blackfur leader has shattered their resolve, sending them fleeing in all directions. But before I can even process the situation, Skiteek shoves a potion into my mouth, forcing me to swallow.
"Drink," Skiteek commands, and I obey, feeling the liquid's warmth spread through me. He doesn't waste a second, leaning in for a kiss. It's then that I notice his trembling paws, his eyes wide with fear. "You okay?" he whispers.
I nod as the potion's magic works through my body, mending my wounds. "Anleesh?"
"Okay… Daven," Anleesh calls out.
I glance over and see him standing tall, his body fully regenerated. He really can survive pretty much anything. But I can't dwell on that now. The mission isn't over, and there's no telling how much time we have before reinforcements arrive.
"We have to move with haste," I say, pushing myself to my feet. "You two ready?"
They both nod in unison, their expressions mirroring my determination. Without another word, we sprint full force towards the surface, driven by the urgency of our mission.
We didn't stop. Not even when we got to the surface. After lighting the fuse, we continued to run, only briefly grabbing our supplies. We had no idea how large of an explosion that sack of warpstone would cause, so we didn't take any chances. Even as Skiteek and Anleesh grew tired, I picked them up and forced my body to keep moving.
It was a grueling, twenty-minute sprint. Every muscle in my legs screamed for relief, but I couldn't afford to slow down. Just as doubt began to creep in, wondering if the fuse was still lit, the ground beneath us shuddered violently. I didn't look back. The solid earth felt as though it was transforming into shifting sand with every step.
The tremors intensified, sending ripples through the ground like waves. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring our vision as we sprinted through the disintegrating landscape. The terrain buckled and swayed, making it increasingly difficult to maintain our balance. The only sounds were our labored breaths and the rumbling earth, echoing like an approaching storm.
"Daven, look," Skiteek called out.
I stopped, panting heavily, and turned to see the ground where the entrance once was was no longer on the horizon. Instead of a fiery explosion, the earth appeared to have sunken in on itself, forming a massive crater at least two hundred feet deep. The once solid ground now resembled the surface of an alien world, fractured and unstable.
I managed to carry Skiteek and Anleesh just to the edge of safety. But even so, I didn't feel truly safe. Not until we were back in the familiar embrace of the forest. I set them down, knowing at least we weren't trying to outrun an eruption anymore.
I whistled into the air, and moments later, a falcon landed on my arm. I quickly tied a simple green piece of cloth onto its foot before sending it off to deliver our signal. I looked at Skiteek and Anleesh, who were as exhausted as I was.
"Let's walk as far as we can, then we can set up camp," I suggested.
They nodded, and we began our journey back to the safety of the forest, the ground still trembling slightly beneath our feet. Each step away from the crater felt like a small victory, the enormity of what we'd accomplished only just beginning to sink in.
We walked until the sun began to set, the sky turning shades of deep orange and purple. The entire time, no one followed us, and no other agents of chaos appeared. As night began to fall, exhaustion took over, and I collapsed onto the ground, ready for sleep. Skiteek and Anleesh didn't hesitate to join me, snuggling close as we sought momentary tranquility.
My mind replayed the events in the tunnel, refusing to let go. All would have been lost if Anleesh hadn't protected me and if Skiteek hadn't fired that bolt. I had seen Skiteek create some unusual bolts, but this one… this one was something else entirely—it ignored armor completely and caused the head to vanish without a trace of sound or explosion.
"What was that bolt made of?" I asked aloud, my eyes fixed on the stars emerging in the twilight.
"Warpstone," Skiteek replied, almost as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I took some small bits from bag, made warpbolts for emergency."
I chuckled softly. Leave it to Skiteek to concoct something so crazy when I wasn't looking. But I was grateful it worked out.
"Daven," Anleesh spoke up, resting his head on my chest as I looked at him. "Love."
I wasn't surprised. The look he gave me earlier told me everything I needed to know. It was the same look of confused longing that Skiteek had once given before understanding what he felt. I may not have known Anleesh as long as Skiteek, but I cared about him deeply. He had proven himself beyond measure, someone I could trust implicitly.
I turned my gaze back to the sky. "You two really are a bad influence," I laughed. "I was never selfish, but now I'm going to make sure we get what we're owed. That much I can promise."
"What that mean?" Skiteek asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
"Don't worry about it. For now, let's rest," I said, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second.
The three of us lay there, finally able to let down our guard just a bit, knowing tomorrow would bring more trials.
It feels like we've been traveling for an eternity, but we finally returned to our camp. As we broke through the brush, there stood Francis, waiting patiently for us. He got to his feet as we approached, extending his hand in greeting. I didn't hesitate to shake it, locking eyes with him before he shifted his gaze to Skiteek, offering the same gesture. This was the first time I had seen him truly acknowledge Skiteek. After shaking hands with him, Francis turned to Anleesh and did the same.
No words were exchanged during this silent acknowledgment. Francis then turned back to me, his expression one of disbelief mixed with respect.
"It's all so surreal. The nest, it's truly been destroyed?" Francis asks.
I nodded. "Without a doubt. The earth was practically turned to sand. If any survivors wish to continue their clan, they will have to start fresh elsewhere."
"We managed to hold back the tide set to overtake Ubersreik, but only thanks to five heroes."
I tilted my head. "That's quite the title."
Francis sighed. "You'd be the sixth if it weren't due to your... circumstances."
For the first time, I saw genuine recognition in Francis's eyes as he looked at Skiteek and Anleesh. He finally understood their worth. But he also knew the harsh reality I had always been aware of: a Skaven will always be seen as a Skaven in the eyes of the surface world. This is why any reward I receive must remain discreet. Whispers of someone with a Skaven pet were already more than enough for the empire to handle.
"And yet I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them," I replied honestly.
"If you're saying that, you must have faced a mighty foe."
I rubbed my muscles, which were still sore and bruised. "Stormvermin, and a veteran at that. But that's behind us now."
Francis nodded. "Indeed, it is. So, Daven… What do you want? I will ensure the empire gives you what you're owed. You destroyed a nest. I believe anything you request will seem reasonable."
"I would hope so," I responded, meeting his gaze with determination. "I'm not asking for riches or shining gear and weapons. I've been at the front for so long that I'm tired. All I want is a secluded home to call my own."
"Secluded? Why not in Ubersreik or another town?"
I laughed softly before glancing at Anleesh and Skiteek. "Well, I can't very well leave them behind, and I doubt the empire wants two Skaven living in or near any human settlements."
"You intend to keep them?" Francis asked, bewilderment evident in his tone.
"They won't listen to anyone else," I said, my gaze serious. "Whether the empire or any humans like it or not, these two helped make this miracle happen, and I won't allow anyone to kill them just because they're Skaven. They deserve a reward just as much as anyone, and their only desire is to remain with me."
Francis held my gaze for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
"I'm not surprised. You were never one to leave a soldier behind." He nodded, his resolve firm. "Very well, Daven. Wait here, because soon, I will bring you your reward. If all you wish for is a secluded home with your pe-" He stops himself, realizing the disrespect. "...companions, I'll make it happen."
"Thank you, Francis." I shook his hand once more. "It'll be good to finally get some rest."
He laughed, shaking my hand firmly. "There will still be small skirmishes here and there, but the tide will subside, if only for a moment." He walked over to his horse and mounted it. "I will return." With that, he rode off, leaving Skiteek, Anleesh, and me alone in the forest once again.
"You think he'll keep his promise?" Skiteek asked.
"I think he'll try his best," I replied honestly. "Whether he can pull it off is another matter entirely. But at the very least, I know he'll give me a heads-up if they decide to brand me a traitor."
"We dealt with worse," Skiteek added, his voice calm. "Easy to hide if worst come."
I laugh under my breath. "I suppose you're right."
I knelt down and hugged both Skiteek and Anleesh. It's been so long, but being with these two made me realize that I truly want more than endless battles. I want to return to a time that was taken from me, to live a quiet life with my family. I felt them both hug me back. Truly, I wanted nothing more than to live the rest of my life with these two.
"Daven, you... hungry-starving?" Anleesh asks.
I wipe the sweat from my brow as I pause my work tilling the fields. The midday sun beats down on my back, and the air is thick with the scent of freshly turned earth.
"I'll be done in just a minute," I call back.
He nods with a smile, his eyes bright with warmth, and returns inside.
"I say this go faster if I use bomb," Skiteek grunts under his breath, not entirely joking.
"The soil would become softer, but you'd throw off the pH balance," I reply, giving him a playful pat on the head. "It wouldn't hurt to get a little more muscle."
"I'd rather be inside cooking. Why does Anleesh cook?"
"He has a weird knack for it," I say, still surprised at how naturally Anleesh took to cooking despite never having done it before. "But if you want a break from the sun, you can go inside and ask him to teach you something."
Skiteek leaps up with a grin, gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and then darts inside. I stand there for a moment, taking it all in. Francis was true to his word. He managed to secure us a nice little home deep in the forest. The Empire saw it as the best possible solution to keep us away from public scrutiny. There is a town a day's ride away if we need it, but for the most part, we are on our own. We've cleared a section of trees and are making our own little farm plots.
Francis was even thoughtful enough to provide some farm animals to help us along, as well as a rather heavy sack of coins. Even though I didn't ask for money, he insisted I take it for emergencies. He truly has been a steadfast friend through it all. I will admit, attending the mock execution of Skiteek and Anleesh was strange.
It was an unsettling requirement of the Empire: "Daven the Skaven Handler" would no longer exist. To the public, all Skaven were to be eradicated. The real Skiteek and Anleesh were to remain hidden in the forest, never to step foot outside, or risk becoming targets of the Empire. I couldn't deny this request, but it was fine. There was nothing I wanted them to see in the settlements or city anyway.
Standing in our secluded clearing, I take in the sight of our humble home. The cabin is sturdy and welcoming, surrounded by the fruits of our labor—a thriving garden, a pen for the animals, and the rich, dark soil of our crop fields. It's a simple life, but it's ours.
"Daven! Let's go!" Skiteek peeks his head out and waves me inside.
"Alright, I'm coming!" I call out, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.
As I walk towards the house, I can hear the sounds of laughter and the aroma of food drifting through the air. Inside, Anleesh is showing Skiteek how to prepare a meal, both of them caught up in the simple joy of sharing this new experience. The warmth of the scene fills my heart. Sitting at the table, surrounded by those who matter most, I feel a contentment I'd almost forgotten existed.
In these end times, we've carved out a sanctuary—a fleeting respite from the chaos. The Vermintide may have subsided for now, but the threat of chaos is never truly gone. However, that weighty burden of constant vigilance is no longer ours to bear. And so, while the Ubersreik Five continue their relentless battle against the forces of chaos, we embrace our simpler, quieter struggle—to live, to heal, and to cherish each other, one day at a time.