Snow White Hills Blood Bowl Chronicles

Nothing so large should move so fast. All these years later, more than anything else, it is the things' speed that I remember. My sergeant had told me, in terms that brooked no argument, that forces of the legendary Skaven were invading our fair city. They were no myth, but very real and they would kill us all if we didn't act swiftly. We barricaded a street, making certain to plug the sewers, and waited. I expected, well, just rat-men I suppose and I got them, but they weren't alone. A group of Skaven wielding whips came running down the street, driving massive creatures before them with their lashes. When they saw us, I could hear them shriek 'kill-kill' to their huge beasts as they pointed toward us. I caught a glimpse of stained bandages and distorted bodies. A few of the creatures actually had rusted metal blades in place of misshapen limbs. I didn't have long to gawk at them, though. They roared and the stones shook with it. And then they charged across the courtyard so fast that several of my friends died before they could clear their swords from their sheaths.: — Wolfgang Balearic, Nuln Watchman