Ruttgrub Gnatblud

Ruttgrub Gnatblud is a Skaven Sorcerer currently exploring the lands of Khaldred alongside numerous other adventurers and his rival-turned-allied Ziore.

History
Chaos and squalor have surrounded Ruttgrub since his spawning. Named for his favourite snack - both as a squalling Ratling and long into adulthood - Ruttgrub was the fourteenth in his particular litter, and part of the twenty-third generation to share the name Gnatblud. Eight of those generations shared the same hovel/cave/hole/pit/ditch, so any among them with any semblance of intelligence sought a way to distinguish themselves. Ruttgrub did not brains, for he had been born with an off-white coat - and so seemingly blessed by The Horned Rat and destined to become a long-lived Grey Seer. As his induction continued, Ruttgrub’s siblings - Crudd, Gratch, Gulchh, Kankor, Mogget, Nhahtt, Poxe, Rowch, Scuunk, Skit, Skrab, Skuhm and Wezel - grew increasingly jealous of their brother’s surging popularity, and so during a family dinner (great-grandfather Myhhr, who died at the ripe age of two and a half, charred with pond clay and centipede legs), they sought to murder Ruttglub by hitting him with a large chunk of a strange emerald-green crystal stone they had found deep in the mines a few day prior. Instead of killing Ruttgrub it instead transported him to another world, filled with vast fields of verdant grass, seas of azure-blue waves and a brilliant and bright sun above that burned at his eyes and skin. Once he’d covered himself with cloths that were left in a big bucket of water by a river and fashioned a hat out of the skull of his brother Kankor - whose upper torso had been transported too - he scurried on, seeking to explore the new world in which he found himself.

These travels would cause him to run into the Leonin Ziore, who Ruttgrub was quick to assume was special like him, given his equally-pale fur. This proved to be much to Ruttglub’s folly, because where Ruttglub preferred to use guile and sneakiness, Ziore was bold and brash. The pair left each other's company shortly afterward, but would not find themselves departed for long. Near every other location, regardless of the Plane of Existence, Ruttgrub would turn the corner to find himself staring down the Leonin once again, and in time abhorrence became rivalry, monomachy, then a tentative partnership. If they needed someone big, Ziore could do it. If they needed someone small, Ruttgrub could. If they needed to hit something hard, the Leonin took the lead. If they needed to magic something up, the Skaven could do so. Khaldred is another step forwards on their improbable journey.

New Beginnings, New Discoveries - a.k.a. "Ruttgrub Tastes a Carrot for the First Time"
With tasty pot leftovers in hand, I rustled up some snacking meat from a dwarf that fell from a moving cloud in the sky, enjoying a discovered carrot with terrible greed come nightfall. Further snacking occurs when skeletons, zombies, a bear, accompanied by a boy and father try and attack them - the child offered as a sacrifice after resurrection, as is the way of things - and the marrow of skeletal bones roasted and eaten with spiced ants. Delightful.

Rhem does some eating too, but of dreams. Doesn't seem very filling, but each to their own, I reckon.

They fight a dragon, the tiefling gets angry about her lost toy - I'm more angry that their egg has petrified, what use is that! Eggs are the tastiest of treats on a summer day, but stone is a little tough on the teeth. At least Kankor's skull has more horns now, making him look very fearsome. Later someone tried to eat Motley, but only a little bit. A taster of sorts, saying it was a gift. Bit wierd really - so when he tried again later we trapped him in place and killed him. Werewolf ears make excellent jerky.

At a buried city we found a man, the folks inside wanted to eat him too, so we helped. Only natural really.

Eat, or be eaten. I do a lot of eating.

On the Trail - a.k.a. "Ruttgrub Finds Some Pretty Faces for Micah"
There was a girl in camp, she seemed hungry. Ruttgrub tried to share some food, but she was hungry for something called "paternal love". Not a clue either.

One of the new folks wanted some faces, talking about defacing things, so I gave him some from some ogres we killed. He didn't seem that impressed, I don't know why not. Smoke them with some smouldering peat and they make delicious snacks. I didn't tell him this, but he'll work it out in time. Otherwise he is as dumb as he is shiny. At night Ziore and I saw some fires in the distance (I reckon they were smoking some faces too!) and so we headed that way, fighting some angry men and some slippery cats. There was another man that Micah gave the new faces too but he seemed a bit grumpy. I can't stand ratcists.

An angry elf and her dragon-scaled friend tried to kill us, so we killed them back. Got a cool stick too, and then we found a camp of people with red fists. Let's just say I'll be enjoying knuckle-bone stew for the next few weeks. Khaldred certainly is very tasty.