The first thing that Zeshulk felt when entering the sphere was nothing less than absolute terror. For all of his boasts and pride, he was still a Skaven who can squirt the musk of fear. All that he saw around him was darkness, is this what it is like to be dead? He couldn't tell. He couldn't hear the horrifying laughter of the Horned Rat, nor can Zeshulk feel his teeth gnawing upon his flesh, nor smell any musk of fear aside from his own. He felt nothing... Well, aside from the smell of urine and a feeling of wetness coming from the area in-between his legs anyway. After several minutes of cowering and crawling up into a ball he felt a feeling of warmth upon the right side of his head. It felt like sunlight, something that he is not particularly familiar with but has felt before, much to his eyesight's irritation.

His right eye then opened, and far away from him, somewhere within the darkness, he saw a light shinning upon his fur. It seemed so small and yet also seemed to light up so much. He didn't know what was happening, and he started screaming, yelling out to the Horned Rat and begging to be sparred from whatever possibly awaited him. Eventually the light became larger and larger, until it seemed to be larger than even an entire Under-City. And all the while he clawed toward he opposite direction as if attempting to get away from it, his screaming becoming louder and higher pitched. Noticeably much like that of a little girl if a human were to ever hear it. Soon the light consumed him, and both of his eyes closed shut tightly, and he curled back up into a ball and acted as if opening his eyes would blind him.

After a few moments the light faded away, and he opened his eyes. And he saw that he appeared to be high up in the air, very high up in fact. Higher than even a Hell-Pit Abomination could reach. He screamed "PUT ME DOWN-DOWN! I DON'T-DON'T LIKE HIGH PLACES!" The moment after he said that he started falling downwards, leaving him flailing and clawing upwards and while he would likely not admit it, he most likely immediately regretted his previous choice of words. He then screamed "LET ME BACK UP-UP! I DON'T-DON'T LIKE FALLING!" If reality was conscious and sentient, it would probably be rolling it's eyes at him whilst saying "Well, what do you want me to do? Make up your damn mind already." After several second of screaming he felt a cold feeling of wetness all around him.

He quickly realized that he was in water. He had seen many bodies of water before, from the Great Ocean which separated the Old World, Lustria, Naggaroth, and Ulthuan from each other, to the Sea Of Claws which separated Norsca and The Empire and Bretonnia, to the Sea Of Chaos which separated Norsca from the Chaos Wastes, to many others across the world. Moments after he landed in the water, he started flailing around. Armor, contrary to popular belief, is not that heavy. There are people who exercise and swim in it, whether it be as a form of exercise, to prove people wrong about it being as heavy as they think, or for some other reason. And although a person can swim in it, with some difficulty due to it's restriction of movement, flailing around like an idiot does not help ones situation whenever in a body of water.

In Zeshulk's mind, he would be enraged beyond belief if he were to be brought low by mere water. Soon he became too tired to move anymore, and when he stopped he looked around and realized something. In his retardedness he had failed to realize that he had been brought close to the shore by the waters flow. Right now he was only waist high in water and was standing on the ground at the bottom of it. He held his snout high and let out a proud "Hmph" Convinced that when faced by the situation, he had opted for the best course of action and that it was only natural that one as great as he could have thought up of such a genius idea. As if. When he reached the shores sand he shook himself heavily, shaking off some of the water the covered his fur and armor.

And while he didn't notice it, the water had washed off much of the filth that covered his fur and armor. He looked back and saw that he wasn't in an ocean, but a river, a rather large one at that, with a few trees dotting the area around it. The concerning thing as that it the trees near it clearly weren't jungle trees, they were ones that could be found in places such as The Empire and Bretonnia. So wherever he is, he definitely isn't in the Southlands or somehow got transported into Lustria. As far as he was concerned, this situation isn't his fault. After all, it was the Skryre Rats fault for not letting him kill them and for making such shoddy constructions, ad the Slave Rats fault as well for not digging fast enough which caused this in the first place.

He then began thinking up ways to torture the slaves for causing this mess and to serve as an example to others as to what happens whenever he is annoyed somehow by his underlings... Or just bored. He looked along the shore and saw no other Skaven in sight. They should feel lucky that he is not with them, or he would be gouging their eyes out. Seeing no other option he decided to move into the into the fields surrounding the river, hoping that he would find a Skaven Outpost, and seeing as how the Under-Empire stretches across the entire world, he was sure that he would find one eventually. And even if it didn't belong to Clan Mors, whatever Skaven there would surely think twice before daring to strike at a high ranking member of one of the most powerful Clans of the Council Of thirteen.

An hour had passed and throughout it his annoyance and been steadily increasing, partly due to having a lack of thing to abuse and prove his superiority over, and also because he couldn't even find hose thing to abuse in the first place. And hen there's his complete lack of a weapon. He lacks tearing a creature apart with his claws and fangs as much as any other Skaven, but he also enjoys having a weapon to stab those very creatures with. Eventually he heard what sounded like arguing. Skaven arguing of all things. The voice pitch and repeating of certain words made this obvious. Thirty seconds later of running in their direction, finally relieved to have something around him that he could hit, at his leisure, he saw them. A large group of Skaven, they were difficult to make out due to the tall grass slightly obscuring his view, but they are clearly Skaven.

He heard them arguing about who to place in charge, to rule over them as their leader. His anger rose at their impudence. He is Zeshulk Skullreaper, the greatest Skaven in all of Skavendom. Clearly, no Skaven is greater than he. And these fools in all of their stupidity had dared to challenge this truth. Clearly they need to be reminded of it. Whilst mere feet away from them he bursted into a part of the grass shorter than the rest and let out a yell, caring not if any other nearby creature heard it. This caught the vermin's attention. He then yelled at them "IMPUDENT FOOLS-FOOLS! YOU DARE ASSUME TO BE SUPERIOR TO THE GREAT-MIGHTY ZESHULK SKULLREAPER!?" The Skaven started cowering, lowering their snouts and squirting the musk of fear among other signs of submission.

One of them said "Please forgive us, oh grand-mighty Chie-" He backhanded the Clan Rat who said that for daring to speak without being given permission, knocking the vermin away a few feet. He let out a snarl, annoyed that these worthless minions are all that he has at the moment. There appears to only be twenty-five of them, all Clan Rats. Zeshulk then realized something, this is clearly the Horned Rat giving him a chance to show his greatness by finding the scattered Skaven groups and subjugating them under his rule. The Horned Rat had seen his greatness and deigned to transport him away from the foolish tasks given to him by his superiors and given him a chance to spread the greatness of Clan Mors, and strengthen the Great Clan in power and influence. He then stood at his full height to make himself appear more intimidating.

This is uncomfortable seeing as how most of the time he is hunched over, but he was not afraid of such a trivial thing. He then said "Vermin, hear me now-now and listen. We shall spread-spread throughout this land, and spread Clan Mors, and make it greater-mightier than before. FIND-FIND OTHER VERMIN TO RULE-RULE! GROW GREAT IN NUMBERS! AND DOMINATE ALL-ALL THE THINGS! CLAN MORS DOMINATES ALL!" They remained silent. He then narrowed his eyes at their incapability of taking a hint and said "You all-all may cheer-cheer now." They let out a loud howl, but whether it is out of fear of what would happen if they didn't or approval at his patriotic attitude is up for debate. He then looked all across the land around him. He didn't know where he is, but wherever it is he is certain that Clan Mors has not reached it. He thinks anyway.

This is mainly due to him not recognizing the fields that he is in. Perhaps he is in Bretonnia? Clan Mors lacks any strongholds in it, let alone a significant one. If he were to establish one here, and provide a convincing explanation as for why he was away from Yuatek, than perhaps Gnawdwell would be able to overlook him being away from where he was sent and reward him for his success. Zeshulk smiled. Perhaps then Gnawdwell would have him fight against Queek Headtaker so that he can prove his might. Somewhere, deep down in the dark depths of his mind, a thought appeared. Perhaps, afterwards an even higher position than merely being the personal right-claw of Gnawdwell awaits him. His mind filled with thoughts of gaining ever more glory, and while getting such a position will certainly take awhile, he's already determined to gain it.


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