#lord skrolk

[skykain]

Some concept doodle of young modern skaven lords

#anthro #skaven #warhammer #rat #queek headtaker #lord skrolk #ikit claw

[thenightmarelibrarian]

Lord Skrolk is cute, change my mind.

#warhammer #skaven #lord skrolk #yesyes

[vermaux]

Lord Skrolk as he appears in WHRP: LUSTRIA.

#warhammer fantasy #skaven #lord skrolk #the loathsome ratmen and all their foul kin (official content);

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

📝 LORD SKROLK

"Ghaah! Other clans always pester-bother Lord Skrolk with stupid-vapid requests! 'Ooh, great-grand Lord Skrolk, Master of all Plagues and Diseases, put a pox on this-this clan!', 'No Gracious Skrolk, pox-plague THIS clan'! BAH! My plague-poxes are not sweet candy-rolls to be handed out in dozens!"

"Do they not know-realize how much WORK-WORK I put into my poxes? All hand-picked by yours truly! LITERALLY, FROM MY HANDS-PAWS! Should just make giant plague-pox to claim ALL OF SKAVENBLIGHT! Stupid-braindead clan-leaders should all bow before Great Lord Skrolk... should smother them all with deadly-lethal diseases..."

#dash games #lord skrolk #// old grumpy pestilens grandpa #// moans and huffs about how no one appreciates his work #// BACK IN MY DAYS POXES DID NOT GROW ON TREES

[fiendishneko]

Skaven Commission: COMPLETED!!

Ayyy commission complete! This one was great tbh, turns out I really love painting Skaven, who knew? Anyway, there's a whole bunch of rats to post so this might be a big post.

First up, Lord Skrolk (or Generic Plague Priest if you're a rules nerd)

Plague Priest 2: The ReSqueakening

Warplock Engineer

Warplock Jezzails

Ratling Gunners

Clanrats

Plague Monks

Permanent Spells: Rat Party and Bell Spell

Terrain: Skaven Squeak Spirals (with for-scale rattos)

And there it is, a whoooole load a rattos. My schedule is now free to do my own dumb projects while eagerly awaiting the next painting commission (which btw, commissions open, feel free to DM ;3 ), so Exodite Eldar-posting it is!

#art commisions #age of sigmar #miniature #warhammercommunity #clan pestilens #skaven #rats #we're rats #we're the rats

[wiltingwoes]

Betty, going down the list: Skarbrand? Smash. Khazaan? Smash. Gluttony? Mega smash. Heliinx? Hate smash. Lord Rasknitt? Double smash. Throt? Triple smash. Headtaker Queek? Smash. Deathmaster? Quiet smash. Skreech? Double decker smash.

Skrolk? Hm. I would DIE by just staying near him for too long because of PESTILENCE…

Smash.

#IM TELLING YOU ITS SO HARD TO TAKE HER SERIOUSLY #but it’s also a breath of fresh air from writing her as the war machine death cultist

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

i did consider do a all-rat color wheel, but now im kinda questioning my capability to draw more, but i wanna put those units i want to do (dont know do hero/lord or units)

red- queek/red guard

orange- tretch/clan skryre(? because the bronze armour)

yellow- clan skurvy

green- skrolk/clan pestilence

light blue- ikit claw

dark blue- snikch deathmaster/clan eshin could work as well

purple- warplock jezzail (i kinda forget that purple long distance unit's name)

pink- throt the unclean with brood horror

#do all rat would be funny but i dont feel like to do it now #whole vacation i just draw too much #or do different shade of green lmaooooo

[didgeridont7]

Like I said in the "I'm back" post thing, I have rats to show you.

This is a character that I'm gonna be playing for my college's dnd group. The story beats that we've been given so far have the players all getting isekai-ed from modern-day New York into a fantasy land where we're all furries. So far, bizarre but fun. With a DM that was up for homebrew, I thought this would be the perfect excuse to finally make a Skaven character. So far, they're kind of a mix between lord Skrolk and Throt build wise and it seems like they're gonna be hella fun to play. I have absolutely no ideas for a name so if any random vagabond that happens to see this post thinks of a cool one let me know. Anyways, that's the rat! Look out for my darling bastard bug next lul.

#skaven #rat #ratfolk #dnd character #dnd #dungeons and dragons #Do I tag this as furry? #Sure why not. #furry #Gonna give so many innocent peasants the plague.

[neungsonie]

Lord Skrolk is basically walking lemonade dispenser machine.

Look how he carrying lemonade within his skin

#skaven #Skrolk #sorry not sorry uwu

[skykain]

Lord Skrolk from Warhammer serires :3

#skaven #warhammer #anthro #rat #mouse #female

[weeping-gospels]

🫂 - Who is your top five (ten, twenty) favorite characters? c: (I'll go with WHFB ofc!)

Oh god all of the Skaven first off but if I gotta slam down the top five..

5. Headtaker Queek

4. Lord Skrolk

3. Grey Seer Thanquol

2. Grey Seer Rasknitt

1. Throt The Unclean

#out of the keep #dash games

[warhammer-fantasy-muses-archived]

By the Great Horned Rat himself...

The endless days, weeks even, that Throt had holed himself up within the deepest dens of the Hell Pits, doing nothing but studying and gorging himself on spoiled meat and Warpstone, was truly concerning for the rest of Clan Moulder. Ever since his little ‘rivalry’ with the Grey Seer Heliinx had began, Throt had become more and more restless in this newest endeavor of his. And all the more had he become reclusive from the rest of the clan. Why?

Deep within Throt’s personal study and experimentation lab, the great rotund rat-lord himself was wandering to and fro, his third hand reached up to scratch furiously at his scalp. His nearby research table was filled with instruments of surgery and observation, as well as several shards and lumps of warpstone scattered about. Finally, he seemed to relent in his meandering, returning to his table and looking upon the one object dead in the center of it; the symbol he had received from the Pestilens plague monks. The symbol of Nurgle.

“... This more-more the type of thing-stuff that Pestilens would do.” he mutters to himself. “But no! Can’t-Can’t stop now! So close-near to figure out what is needed!” he then growls, gnawing off a shard of Warpstone and crunching down on it. “Hrm... need to make Nurgle-things notice-spot us... flesh-meat from Lustria seem to not-not be enough... even with many-numerous diseases creeping-crawling through it.” he looks over to that same chunk of flesh, sitting and slowly decomposing, but Skrolk’s plagues still made sure that process was agonizingly slow.

“Pestilens lie-deceive us!? No, can’t have... hrrrh...” he grabs onto the symbol as he lifts it up, looking it over for a while, before suddenly, his entire world shifts and warps violently around him, sharp pangs of pain assaulting his head, as he shrieks and drops he symbol, clutching his head with all three paws, watching his room twist and malform into a grotesque, putrid, fleshy ‘garden’ around him. He was about to call out, but he was interrupted by a deep, raspy voice from the deepest reaches of the Warp;

 “... You... answered the call of the flesh... only... to be enslaved... by it... but in His embrace... we are not afraid... we are... reborn...... as Death...”

“W-What... WHAT-WHAT?! Who goes there?! Speak-squeak, or I will kill-kill you!” Throt shrieks into the nothingness, the scent of putrid flesh and decay growing thick in his nose, which wriggles constantly the longer he smells it.

 “You must... be reborn... accept, and share... the gifts... of Nurgle... embrace... the grand... virulent... rebirth...”

And just as quickly as this ‘vision’ had occurred, it ended in a flash, and Throt was sent reeling against his table, back-side slammed into the side of it as his chest heaves with deep, raspy breaths of air, wheezing as his third paw clutches his chest, his eyes flickering like wildfire and darting all across the room for any sign of... whatever just happened. But he found nothing. Nothing but his empty study, and the metal symbol of Nurgle laying on the floor. He’d reluctantly move over to it, plucking it up with his tail before tying it back up around his neck, just as a scribe-slave peeked his head in.

“U-Uum... g-greetings, O great and ferocious Hell Pit Master Throt! M-May I-”

“... Yes, yes. You may come-enter.” Throt absent-mindly huffs out, waving the slave in whilst he moves over to grab a shard of Warpstone, about to eat it... but he drops it back. Miraculously, the ever-gluttonous Throt seems to have lost his appetite! “What is scribe-slave’s desire? Speak-squeak quickly.”

“Y-Yes-yes, great and vile Throt! Other clan-rats are speaking-chittering as we speak now, Throt! They are talking-squeaking about your hiding-sneaking away from the rest of Clan Moulder! Doing nothing but stay stuck-hidden in here! They talk of-”

“Of what, slave-rat? Choose-pick next words carefully.”

“T-T-That... t-that Throt no longer fit to lead Clan...” the slave shrivels up, expecting to die right there on the spot... but no clutch of his neck came. Instead, Throt had picked up Creature-Killer, and simply wandered past him, towards the exit.

“... Do not worry, scribe-slave. Come-follow now. You must catalogue and write-scribble down... as I show clan-rats what our next step is...”

#throt the unclean #drabble #(still got a ways to go throt) #(but he is getting close...)

[heliinx]

Clan Pestilens and Grey Seers

The Clans Pestilen, of all the skaven clans, rarely if ever produce Grey Seers. At least, that’s what they would tell you. The lack of Grey Seer whelps from the Pestilens breeders and their hatred of the Horned Emissaries isn’t a coincidence. Of course, the killing of Grey Seer is a blasphemous act-- even two opposing Grey Seers will rarely directly engage each other. When horned white-furred pups are born, they are either quietly disposed of or de-horned when they are very young.

De-horning a Grey Seer does not diminish his power. Rather, it allows clan pestilens to use these would-be Seers against true Seers. Secreted off to the deepest depths of the clan’s Plague Abbey and taught the Lore of Plague and Decay, those who survive their training and multiferous infections and diseases rise as Plague Envoys. Plague Envoys have no horns and often no longer have any fur to even claim they were ever white. However, they do have the raw power of the Grey Seers.

Lord Skrolk, one of the 7 lords of plague, is suspected to be one such kind of skaven. A rat who’s magical talents are on par with the Seers themselves...likely because he was to be one...

#skaven #As Decreed By The Horned! (Headcanon) #//very happy with this headcanon #warhammer fantasy #Lord Skrolk

[daebea]

Who’s my favorite Skaven. Well....

#skaven #skrolk #im cringe but im free #lord skrolk

[forbidden-sorcery]

Lord Skrolk

#Warhammer fantasy #lord skrolk #skaven #dunno the artist

[ravenkult]

Lord Skrolk, Plaguelord of Clan Pestilens by Svetoslav Petrov https://www.artstation.com/artwork/A1rvy

#Lord Skrolk #Plaguelord of Clan Pestilens by Svetoslav Petrov #art #illustration #concept art