The Underempire Expands...

The ranking of Clan Ratt in Skaven society is fast rising...
Led by the highly fantastic Mr. Rattus Ratt, Clan Ratt has wreaked havoc on all races living above...
First it was the daemons, at the Battle of the North Gates, in the icy north of the Empire. The Daemon infestation blocked the tunnel entrance leading from Skavenblight to the northern parts of the Empire. With Clan Ratt defeating the daemons, they opened up the path leading through to the Empire.

Then they attacked the High Elven host camping nearby, the elves were actually on maneuvers to contain the chao incursion, but were soon set upon by the chittering hordes of rats. Caught by the ferocity and surprise of the attack, the Archmage leading had to flee the battle, leaving his men to a certain gruesome death...

Detaching a portion of his forces to the coast, Rattus Ratt ordered his rats to attacked a Dark Elven raider encampment stationed there. Called Port Cruel by the dark elven pirates, they would use the port as a base of operations to raid the northern coastal towns and cities of the empire. It was a secret base, nestled in the forest and hills nearby, the dark elves had kept this place fairly secret and have avoided detection by the Imperial Navy... but nothing is too secret for the agents of Clan Eshin.
Seizing it would allow the skaven a 'ready-made' secret hideout... though the rats hate water.
The dark elves, however put up a staunch resistance and the elves fought off the rats to a draw, managing to keep control of Port Cruel. The large numbers of witch elves in Port Cruel, probably signifies something even more sinister in the brewing...

Despite the minor irritation of not capturing Port Cruel, the main bulk of Clan Ratt had already moved south from the North Gate into the Empire. Keeping close in the shadows of the mountains, the rats swept south ravaging several small hamlets along the way... only to see a Waaagh of orcs sweeping down the mountains with the same intention of pillaging the same hamlets that the Skaven were eyeing... It so happened that in the vicinity, there was an Acropolis of Heroes nestled in the foot of the mountains. Pilgrims would place items of worship and food at this holy place. And it would be the site of the next battle...

Not expecting a fight, the Skaven army's hastily assembled troops initially crumbled under the weight of the Orc attack... With one flank crushed, Rattus Ratt ordered a daring counterattack move on the main orc regiments. Ignoring the oncoming orcs (and giant! gulp) approaching his flank, the clanrat and stormvermin units rolled up the flanks of the main orc units...

In the frantic midst of the chaotic battle, the troopers stopped to witness the two generals locked in a bitter challenge... Using his prenatural quick quick rat instincts, Rattus Ratt struck first. Plunging his Blade of Corruption into the bowels of the Black Orc Warboss. The poison spread fast, and the Warboss was slain in a single round...

With the slaying of their general, the orc resolve crumbled... and the rats slinked off the battlefield to chalk another victory, leaving the rampaging giant behind...

The star over Clan Ratt is shining bright...