Clan of the Scarlet Underground
Underlord Skree Irontail is a ruthless warrior with no equal amongst his peers, but this was not always the case as Skree was born of a diminutive nature. During the time of the 30th Millennium the evolution of this sect of the Hrud has seen the rat like stature evolve into a sleeker slightly taller version of their former selves, no longer are the Hrud of the Scarlet Underground short squatty vermin but rodents that in body type closer resemble the figure of an eldar, dark or light, it does not matter. The main reason this is a significant point is because Skree himself was not born with the slender features of his brothers, he closer resembled the features of old, shorter, more fur than skin, a throwback to an older time. This oddity of a son was a disgrace to the family. Skree was carried to the outskirts of the underground tunnel system known as the lost pits, and abandoned. Left for dead Skree was not seen nor was he remembered for 20 years until a shadowy figure loomed at the fore steps of the tunnel abode that at best could be called his birth place. When the blood rage subsided Skree had left his father and 6 older brothers in a bloodied heap in the center of the room, from now on Skree was his own family.
To hone his skills as a ruthless killer Skree lurked the tunnel systems for months surviving on the denizens and beasts of the underground moving eastward until he ventured to a place that vibrant life could be sensed in an abundance. Skree had stumbled upon what would be his greatest discovery, Commorragh. Skree was already an astute observer even as a young warrior but Commorragh was a completely new experience. It was at the moment when the young visionary saw the upward spirals, the humming of flying boats and the electricity that was the presence of the Dark Eldar, a plan was devised. The moment was short lived as Skree was startled by chain like weapon whipped through the air and impaled itself deep in his left arm, knocking Skree against the wall. The space was confined and surrounded by rock with only 2 ways in, both being blocked by pale skinned beauties with amber glowing eye’s. The female to the left clad in tight leather with viscous looking daggers in each hand and the female to the right with dagger in one hand and the other end of the chain weapon stuck to his left arm in the other hand. Both women moved with blinding speed, the chain lady whipped her arm and Skree was thrown against the other wall while the dagger wielding woman darted forward thrusting her daggers right left right left, Skree had been impaled three times to the chest as he lay on the ground. The women continuing with the assault jumped for what seemed a final dance of death for the young warrior. When both women reached the peak of their respective jumps time seemed to slow, the pain of the blows to Skree dissipated and the warrior rolled to the side jumped to his feet and met the woman with the chain in mid air. Everything had become clear, every move that needed to be made was a reflex, the warrior known as Skree was moving with speed to exceed his assailants. In mid air Skree took the same chain that had held the projectile to his arm and wrapped it around the throat of the first female. Both Skree and his prey landed with a thud and with a sickening snap the warrior knew there was only a single assailant left alive. With bloodthirst in her eye’s the crazed female with the daggers flung herself at the rat in desperate revenge stoked swings of fury. Skree whipped and dodged the dagger strikes. In one final attempt the woman lunged at Skree with both daggers pointing straight ahead, Skree jumped over the top of the lunging attacker dropping his tail as he glided over her head, wrapping his tail cleanly around her throat. The speed at which the woman had lunged and the grasp of the tail to the throat made her head whip back so hard that at the moment of impact both daggers continued on their path straight ahead with the female temptress a crumpled lifeless corpse at the end of Skree’s tail. Again, the blood rage subsided but this time he had been aware, he had been in control of his actions, but this time was different, pain was introducing itself back into his body, his left arm was completely numb and he was having trouble drawing his breath. All the world was a blur, than everything went dark.
Here is where if anyone would please give me your opinion. I converted these Wracks before GW came out with theirs. These are mutated and heavily dissected and re-sutured creatures that the Haemonculus of Clan Irontail have created.
Should I stick with what I have or convert NEW wracks using GW's new wrack models?? My most current conversions are on the bottom, I removed any head that the face was shown in favor of the Plague Monk heads where their mutated faces would be hidden, kind of sticking with the original Wrack idea...
And dont worry, its only bone armor not power armor, thats why they only get the +5...
