Jgisk Quietfoot

quick to the draw, quicker to loot. Here for the glory!

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HERE FOR THE GLORY THE GOLD
-"We here in the Skaven council have come to decide who shall be leaving us and going to the promised land!’ A loud voice boomed over the sewer society. Jgisk thought to himself “this is total bullshit we all know its nothing more than a wasteland up there” there was a silence over the large crowd of rats. They all looked up at the “sewer king” he rattled off names for a solid five minuets, some cried, some cheered, others just sat down out of shock and sheer disbelief. He listened to the names hoping not to get called and after the five minuets was up he figured another year in the guild and another year in the sewers awaited him. He walked back to the guild where he lived with his brothers and sisters, on the way he was approached by two large imposing Skaven who simply said “you have been chosen Skag strong fist” then bagged his head. He could feel himself being dragged off and then thrown into a cart. “this is how it has to be”……..“oh god” Jgisk thought to himself. “THEY PICKED ME TO BE THE ONE TO PROTECT THE REJECTS!? MY NAME ISN’T EVEN SKAG…..oh no..they got the wrong rat, this is bad.” he yelled out “YOU GOT THE WRONG RAT”. There was no response…he expected that. About 2 hours went by before he figured out how to wiggle out of his ropes and shackles. he found himself in the back of a covered wagon. after a bit of grubbing around he found some gear and rations before he decided to peek out of the cart. he saw sand…and that was about it? He always had imagined it all whithery and wastleandy? But he guessed this was a “pleasant surprise?”. Then it began to sink in, all that he could see was SAND. Trying to make the best of things he decided to take a nap. when he awoke everything was dark…“what the hell?” he said under his breath “did all the torches go out?” “HOLY MOTHER OF BALLS WHATS THAT BIG WHITE THING FOLLOWING ME?” he snuck around the camp for the rest of the night concerned by the new world all around him trying his best to figure out what was going on. To the best of his knowledge he figured the dark time was similar to that of lights out time. or a time for profit and sleeping. (usually one or the other depending on what side you are on) he decided he was going to wander with the chosen ones until he found somewhere suitable to leave the group and make his own future! The caravan droned on aimlessly for about two weeks before they came upon a above ground city. Upon entering the town Jgisk sought out to find out more about this odd city in the “sacred land”. They had wonderful foods and markets full of magic and treasures, he frequented these markets on a daily basis. He found the city to be pleasantly busy and decided this was as good a place as any to settle in and start a guild, make gold, and to gain glory!

Jgisk Quietfoot

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