Well unless he wants to commission the moulder clan for something better thats what he'll get typically.

I mean maybe just hang this picture and a couple leaflets around. If I lived in this universe I'd make figuring out another way to make baby skavens priority uno because if they have to deal with that I think some of them might defect or something.

Ystric said:
I mean maybe just hang this picture and a couple leaflets around. If I lived in this universe I'd make figuring out another way to make baby skavens priority uno because if they have to deal with that I think some of them might defect or something.

A more pleasing-to-look-at Breeder™️ is likely to lack the operational capacity and reusability of the current models. Besides, 99.99% of adult male skaven will never simultaneously be in the same room as a Breeder™️ and possess genitalia.

Maybe if you can figure out how to just grow them in vats.

What is that picture and what is going on in it?

Unkown117 said:
What is that picture and what is going on in it?

Why, the beauty that is a Rat Mother.

ystric said:
I mean maybe just hang this picture and a couple leaflets around. If I lived in this universe I'd make figuring out another way to make baby skavens priority uno because if they have to deal with that I think some of them might defect or something.

You're implying skaven aren't constantly defecting and backstabbing eachother already. Besides, a better looking rat mother wouldn't produce nearly as many offspring, which is the whole point.

Yeah, his face accurately sums up how I feel about some bits of Skaven lore.

bakeneko said:
Well unless he wants to commission the moulder clan for something better thats what he'll get typically.

In one of the (Thanquol?) books there's amazonian Skaven guards. You can feel the author getting off a little.

cheddarpizza said:

In one of the (Thanquol?) books there's amazonian Skaven guards. You can feel the author getting off a little.

If you could provide the exact book, it'd be much appreciated.

cheddarpizza said:

In one of the (Thanquol?) books there's amazonian Skaven guards. You can feel the author getting off a little.

It has been six months tell the book man

daneasaur said:
If you could provide the exact book, it'd be much appreciated.

subbyslutowo said:
It has been six months tell the book man

(From "Grey Seer" by C.L. Werner, 2009)

" At the centre of the hall, a monstrous heap of soiled pillows rose, heavy with the stink of ratkin musk. In a shocking display of wealth, decadence and power, the heap of pillows was occupied by a pair of immense, bloated masses of fur and fat, the swollen bulks of a pair of skaven females, the nearly mindless brood-mothers of the ratkin. Steel collars circled their swollen necks, thick chains fixing the huge creatures to metal rings set into the floor...

... “No-no, my friend, there is no-no trick-trap. I have all the protection I need right here.” Thratquee’s paws reached out to either side of him, patting the furry flanks of the brood-mothers. At his touch, the swollen females reared up, like living pillars, their whiskers brushing the ceiling. Thanquol could see that what he had mistaken for layers of fat were in fact knots of muscle. Thratquee’s consorts were built more like rat ogres than proper females. Some sick adjustment to their diet, perhaps, or some perverse misuse of his magic, but whatever the cause, the feral ferocity smouldering in the eyes of the breeders was enough to chill any would-be assassin.

After a moment, the brood-mothers subsided, flopping lazily down beside their master once more.
Thanquol calmed his pulse and recovered the paces he had retreated when the females had reared.
He could appreciate what fine guardians such monsters would make. No skaven would find anything menacing in the scent of a female. The worst traps were those that did not need to be hidden. "

cheddarpizza said:
(From "Grey Seer" by C.L. Werner, 2009)

" At the centre of the hall, a monstrous heap of soiled pillows rose, heavy with the stink of ratkin musk. In a shocking display of wealth, decadence and power, the heap of pillows was occupied by a pair of immense, bloated masses of fur and fat, the swollen bulks of a pair of skaven females, the nearly mindless brood-mothers of the ratkin. Steel collars circled their swollen necks, thick chains fixing the huge creatures to metal rings set into the floor...

... “No-no, my friend, there is no-no trick-trap. I have all the protection I need right here.” Thratquee’s paws reached out to either side of him, patting the furry flanks of the brood-mothers. At his touch, the swollen females reared up, like living pillars, their whiskers brushing the ceiling. Thanquol could see that what he had mistaken for layers of fat were in fact knots of muscle. Thratquee’s consorts were built more like rat ogres than proper females. Some sick adjustment to their diet, perhaps, or some perverse misuse of his magic, but whatever the cause, the feral ferocity smouldering in the eyes of the breeders was enough to chill any would-be assassin.

After a moment, the brood-mothers subsided, flopping lazily down beside their master once more.
Thanquol calmed his pulse and recovered the paces he had retreated when the females had reared.
He could appreciate what fine guardians such monsters would make. No skaven would find anything menacing in the scent of a female. The worst traps were those that did not need to be hidden. "

I take my comment back.

Evidently rare but wholly unique. Thanks for the excerpt.