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	==Notable Members/Special Units==		==Notable Members/Special Units==
	'''Fangsnapper's Clawpack'''- The battle-hardened Clanrats of Fangsnapper's Clawpack led the assault that retook several vaults from the Night Goblins in the City of Pillars and they were instrumental in Clan Mors' victory over [[Clan Corpulent]]. '''Scrak Fangsnapper''' rose to command the clawpack during the sacking of the Empire town of Buchendorf, when he throttled his predecessor with his own tail. Since then, he has defeated over a dozen potential rivals and their broken fangs hang from his trophy rack as a warning to other would-be usurpers. And Skrak, Ex-lieutenant of the Red Guard .		'''Fangsnapper's Clawpack'''- The battle-hardened Clanrats of Fangsnapper's Clawpack led the assault that retook several vaults from the Night Goblins in the City of Pillars and they were instrumental in Clan Mors' victory over [[Clan Corpulent]]. '''Scrak Fangsnapper''' rose to command the clawpack during the sacking of the Empire town of Buchendorf, when he throttled his predecessor with his own tail. Since then, he has defeated over a dozen potential rivals and their broken fangs hang from his trophy rack as a warning to other would-be usurpers. And Skrak, Ex-lieutenant of the Red Guard.

	'''[[Queek Head-Taker]]'''- Lord of the City of Pillars, Great Warlord of Clan Mors, Right-Claw of Warlord Gnawdwell.		'''[[Queek Head-Taker]]'''- Lord of the City of Pillars, Great Warlord of Clan Mors, Right-Claw of Warlord Gnawdwell.
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	*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.		*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.

	'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven (possibly in part due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.		'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven (possibly in part due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.

	'''Ska Bloodtail.''' - Queek's right hand man, er, rat. One would have a hard time coercing Ska Bloodtail to betray Queek, as Ska will probably be more afraid of Queek than anything you threaten him with. Which might be surprising because Ska is as tall as a man - larger than Queek. Ska is protected by scavenged [[Gromril]]. Queek is fond of Ska, as evidence by him becoming despondent and renaming some random Skaven "New Ska" when Ska (temporarily) went missing in Headtaker.		'''Ska Bloodtail.''' - Queek's right hand man, er, rat. One would have a hard time coercing Ska Bloodtail to betray Queek, as Ska will probably be more afraid of Queek than anything you threaten him with. Which might be surprising because Ska is as tall as a man - larger than Queek. Ska is protected by scavenged [[Gromril]]. Queek is fond of Ska, as evidence by him becoming despondent and renaming some random Skaven "New Ska" when Ska (temporarily) went missing in Headtaker.

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	*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.		*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.

	'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven (possibly in part due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.		'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven (possibly in part due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.

			'''Ska Bloodtail.''' - Queek's right hand man, er, rat. One would have a hard time coercing Ska Bloodtail to betray Queek, as Ska will probably be more afraid of Queek than anything you threaten him with. Which might be surprising because Ska is as tall as a man - larger than Queek. Ska is protected by scavenged [[Gromril]]. Queek is fond of Ska, as evidence by him becoming despondent and renaming some random Skaven "New Ska" when Ska (temporarily) went missing in Headtaker.

	'''Warlord Gnawdwell'''- The mastermind behind Clan Mors' unbridled success and the unquestioned master of the City of Pillars, as well as a member of the Council of Thirteen. His ruthless methods have resulted in the deaths of many of his rivals, as well as the outright destruction of at least six lesser Clans. With these triumphs, Gnawdwell has increased the wealth and power of Clan Mors to unprecedented levels. The Skaven of defeated Clans have increased Mors' military strength, not to mention its labor force, and conquered strongholds across the Under-Empire proudly fly their banner. Rumors have spread that the Great Clans live in fear of Gnawdwell's sinister reputation. Many great Skaven have been struck down as a result of the warlord's schemes and there's no telling what he'll do if he's forced to defend his clan's newfound prestige. Even if Gnawdwell were to perish, any of his subordinates would be likely to take his place. Given their extremely effective battle tactics, it'd be foolish to think Mors would fall with Gnawdwell's death.		'''Warlord Gnawdwell'''- The mastermind behind Clan Mors' unbridled success and the unquestioned master of the City of Pillars, as well as a member of the Council of Thirteen. His ruthless methods have resulted in the deaths of many of his rivals, as well as the outright destruction of at least six lesser Clans. With these triumphs, Gnawdwell has increased the wealth and power of Clan Mors to unprecedented levels. The Skaven of defeated Clans have increased Mors' military strength, not to mention its labor force, and conquered strongholds across the Under-Empire proudly fly their banner. Rumors have spread that the Great Clans live in fear of Gnawdwell's sinister reputation. Many great Skaven have been struck down as a result of the warlord's schemes and there's no telling what he'll do if he's forced to defend his clan's newfound prestige. Even if Gnawdwell were to perish, any of his subordinates would be likely to take his place. Given their extremely effective battle tactics, it'd be foolish to think Mors would fall with Gnawdwell's death.

1d4chan>Emerald Claw: /* Notable Members/Special Units */ There are other skaven that are MUCH older. Ikit Claw is hundreds of years old. If every skaven acquired by getting to 20 years old, he definitely wouldn't be unique for having that insight.

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Notable Members/Special Units: There are other skaven that are MUCH older. Ikit Claw is hundreds of years old. If every skaven acquired by getting to 20 years old, he definitely wouldn't be unique for having that insight.

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	*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.		*'''Red Guard'''- Taking a page from the book of his master, Queek decided to build his own private army- the Red Guard, his personal army of bodyguards. Training for such a group is exhausting in the extreme- tests of strength, agility and martial prowess must all be taken and Queek himself is the judge! Despite this, the group is 1,000 troops strong (10 "Claws", or groups of 100, to be exact) and has the best of everything. Since then, they have served Queek as both an honor guard and the spiked fist leading his army. They have only been seen during the "End Times" novel set, in volume four, to be precise.

	'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven(possibly due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.		'''Sleek Sharpwit'''- Queek wasn't the first prized pupil of Warlord Gnawdwell; long before, Sleek Sharpwit (alias "Old-thing" [courtesy of his rivals]) was the one to fear. The whole World's Edge Mountains range lived in fear of him, his name was a synonym for dread from Hell Pit in the frigid north to Cripple Peak in the arid south. He was called to serve the dread council as an agent in his prime, but was sent back to find his old stomping ground in a state of standard skaven decay at the hands of his replacement, Queeks, madness. This has, understandably, made him quite bitter with his replacement. Three (skaven) generations of disappointments haven't helped, either... neither have the ravages of time, come to think of it- Sleek is now bald, half-blind and stuck on crutches! Despite his problems, Sleek is still a formidable foe. Sadly, his time wasn't long enough to save him from a fight with Queek; even warpstone only helped him fight to a standstill with Gnawdwell's new favorite. Ironically, despite his death, Sleek has proven a valuable asset to Queek as a trophy head, which Queek in his madness imagines is still the same clever old rat, giving advice and admonishment. It's interesting to note that sleek was over 20 years old at the time of his death and unique among skaven (possibly in part due to such extreme age and experience),had a profound racial self awareness. he even understood that the ratman race's constant squabbling and lack of cooperation where what stopped them from conquering the world, and bemoaned how they were forever pursuing paths of instant satisfaction rather than looking at a bigger picture.

	'''Warlord Gnawdwell'''- The mastermind behind Clan Mors' unbridled success and the unquestioned master of the City of Pillars, as well as a member of the Council of Thirteen. His ruthless methods have resulted in the deaths of many of his rivals, as well as the outright destruction of at least six lesser Clans. With these triumphs, Gnawdwell has increased the wealth and power of Clan Mors to unprecedented levels. The Skaven of defeated Clans have increased Mors' military strength, not to mention its labor force, and conquered strongholds across the Under-Empire proudly fly their banner. Rumors have spread that the Great Clans live in fear of Gnawdwell's sinister reputation. Many great Skaven have been struck down as a result of the warlord's schemes and there's no telling what he'll do if he's forced to defend his clan's newfound prestige. Even if Gnawdwell were to perish, any of his subordinates would be likely to take his place. Given their extremely effective battle tactics, it'd be foolish to think Mors would fall with Gnawdwell's death.		'''Warlord Gnawdwell'''- The mastermind behind Clan Mors' unbridled success and the unquestioned master of the City of Pillars, as well as a member of the Council of Thirteen. His ruthless methods have resulted in the deaths of many of his rivals, as well as the outright destruction of at least six lesser Clans. With these triumphs, Gnawdwell has increased the wealth and power of Clan Mors to unprecedented levels. The Skaven of defeated Clans have increased Mors' military strength, not to mention its labor force, and conquered strongholds across the Under-Empire proudly fly their banner. Rumors have spread that the Great Clans live in fear of Gnawdwell's sinister reputation. Many great Skaven have been struck down as a result of the warlord's schemes and there's no telling what he'll do if he's forced to defend his clan's newfound prestige. Even if Gnawdwell were to perish, any of his subordinates would be likely to take his place. Given their extremely effective battle tactics, it'd be foolish to think Mors would fall with Gnawdwell's death.

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	The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get. Well, at least in Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Children of the Horned Rat. In the book Headtaker, skaven gonna skaven (well, except Queak, who shows suicidal courage instead of "skaven caution"). Well, Sleek Sharpwit kinda fits the RPG's description.		The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get. Well, at least in Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Children of the Horned Rat. In the book Headtaker, skaven gonna skaven (well, except Queak, who shows suicidal courage instead of "skaven caution"). Well, Sleek Sharpwit kinda fits the RPG's description.

			As mentioned before, Mors could be ranked as the fifth most powerful clan in all of Skavendom, just beneath the Big Four. Clan Moulder rose to prominence by breeding fearsome war-beasts, Clan Pestilens has weaponized plague magics to blight their foes and reduce them to slime, Clan Eshin has mastered the arts of stealth and infiltration allowing them to assassinate their foes and win through soft power and Clan Skryre's warlock engineers combine science and sourcery to construct terrifying machines and stage a nightmarish Industrial Revolution. Clan Mors edge is simply that common Skaven failings are somewhat moderated. If it ever got into their heads to consider the Golden Rule, Sigmar help us all.

	Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.		Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.

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	'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.		'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.

	The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get. Well, at least in Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Children of the Horned Rat. In the book Headtaker, skaven gonna skaven (well, except Queak, who shows suicidal courage instead of "skaven caution".)		The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get. Well, at least in Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Children of the Horned Rat. In the book Headtaker, skaven gonna skaven (well, except Queak, who shows suicidal courage instead of "skaven caution"). Well, Sleek Sharpwit kinda fits the RPG's description.

	Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.		Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.

1d4chan>Emerald Claw at 07:24, 9 September 2021

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	'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.		'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.

	The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get.		The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get. Well, at least in Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Children of the Horned Rat. In the book Headtaker, skaven gonna skaven (well, except Queak, who shows suicidal courage instead of "skaven caution".)

	Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.		Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.

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1d4chan>Emerald Claw at 23:10, 3 June 2020

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	'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.		'''Clan Mors''' is arguably the most successful of all Warlord clans. Its influence is so great that it is not lacking for warbeasts and/or weapon teams and its ranks are bolstered by warriors from other clans- hired, bribed or coerced to fight in the first wave. Clan Mors' rise in power, size and status is due in no small part to the taking of the Dwarf stronghold of Karak Eight Peaks, known to the Skaven as the City of Pillars- a major nexus for the passageways that make up the Under-Empire. Clan Mors' aggressive warriors bear many trophy scars and they have better weaponry and more armor than other Skaven- the spoils looted over many long campaigns. The upper levels of the City of Pillars are constantly assailed by vengeful Dwarf warbands and spiteful Night Goblin tribes. This provides Clan Mors with a brutal proving ground for its Chieftains and a chance to grind the teeth of a growing cadre of elite warriors.

	The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their ~~leaders~~ unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get.		The Skaven of Mors are uncharacteristically united as one and exhibit a loyalty to their clan that is unheard of in Skaven society. Even those Skaven who have been conscripted into Mors from less fortunate clans are soon heard voicing praises to Gnawdwell and his staff. None are certain if this loyalty is a result of sorcery most foul, as of yet undiscovered drugs or the product of something else that has yet to be discovered. All things considered, it might just be their approach to warfare. In most clans, your average ratboy who gets sent into battle is going to have to scrounge up his own weapons and whatever rags can pass for armor. After that, he and 20,000 of his closest frenemies are gonna get sent up against a foe they're horribly outclassed against, with no training, no leadership, and maybe an extra plague or limb slapped on depending on the clan. Compare that to Clan Mors, who put effort into making sure the bulk of their warriors are well fed, well drilled, and well armed (by Skaven standards anyway). They brutally punish internal strife that openly interferes with the battle plan, but at the same time encourage leadership from the front and having a meritocratic soldier elite anyone can try out for. This means that uniquely among skaven society, you have an environment where an ambitious young rat has better odds of promotion if he keeps his head down, trains hard as a soldier, and distinguishes himself in front of his superiors than if he tries to elevate himself at the expense of everyone else. In fact, killing a valuable superior is treason (killing a superior that is a liability on the other hand is laudable). Granted, their race lacks the self sacrifice and courage that defines a professional army like the High Elves or The Empire, but Clan Mors is about as close as the rats are ever gonna get.

	Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.		Oddly enough, Clan Mors has all but vanished in Age of Sigmar. GeeDubs drops hints of their name and legacy here and there but has never come out and said what happened. During the rerelease of the original Skaven Hero miniatures, Queek’s bio mentioned that Mors was a forefather of the Clans Verminus, and the similarly named and clothed Clan Morskrit imply that the survivors of the Old World repopulated and rebranded themselves. All in all, it’s just more reason for people to to rage at AoS, if that’s your fancy.