Troglodon
Y'ttar Scaletail
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In reply to Bob's tale, here's my take from a Skaven perspective. 
Cast in order of appearance
Shrouded Councillor One – A member of the Council of Thirteen
Shrouded Councillor Two – A member of the Council of Thirteen
Shrouded Councillor Three – Another member of the Council of Thirteen
Higrik – A message-rat
Ratty Gnawtail – Lord Admiral of the Council’s fleet, and seated sixth on the Council.
Scene 1: [Interior of Council Chambers at Skavenblight. The chamber is very dark, the warp lamps barely giving any light and shadows shroud what Councillors are present.]
Shrouded Councillor One: So, they have take-gained Lustria Online back?
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: It is to be expected. The invasion was only a test-thing of the lizard’s defences.
Shrouded Councillor One: Indeed. But I had hope-hoped your Clan’s forces would have held on longer. We may have take-held the lizard-thing home for much longer.
Shrouded Councillor Three: [seems to shake with laughter] No-no, the lizard-flesh had a backup plan that would have driven us away anyhow.
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor One: But I fear-fear if your Clan had held on longer we may have learnt much-much more about how they did it. We would be prepared for the real attack-thing!
Shrouded Councillor Three: [Pauses for a while] Which-which Clan was mine again? It’s so dark in here I for-forgot who is who.
Shrouded Councillor One: [Is also quiet for a long time] I think-think I might be Vorg...but I’m not-not sure anymore. Weren’t we mean-meant to pay the High Warlock’s warp-energy bill?
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: Maybe I am High Warlock Matik? Or was I Gnawtail?...
Shrouded Councillor Two: No-no. Gnawtail was taken prisoner by our invasion forces.
[All Councillors start to laugh]
Shrouded Councillor One: At leas-least there’s good news from all this. I’m sick-sick of all his talk-squeaking of boat-things and fish.
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: I still don’t know-know why he infiltrated them himself. Crazy-mad that one.
[Enter Higrik. He peers into the dark with a look of confusion.]
Higrik: My lords?
Shrouded Councillor Three: Speak-speak fool-meat!
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Higrik: Lord Gnawtail has made-made it back, he wants to speak-squeak with you all. Some-something about being taken prisoner by Clan Mors and several unspeakable things we wish-wishes to do to whoever ordered that-that.
Shrouded Councillor One: Of all the luck!
[Enter Gnawtail looking furious]
Ratty Gnawtail: Who-whose idea was it to have their Mors goons grab-snatch me?! [Pauses] Why-why is it so dark in here?
Shrouded Councillor Three: We might have forgotten to pay the warp-energy bill.
Ratty Gnawtail: What warp-energy bill? [Turns on the warp lamps revealing three cleaning rats sitting at the Council table, there is a note on the Horned Rat’s chair that all Councillors are out to lunch.] Typical.
Unshrouded non-Councillor One: [Looks down casted] Do...do we still get to keep the chairs?
Ratty Gnawtail: [Long pause] Yes-yes, but I have a little job-thing for you three first...
[Curtain]
Cast in order of appearance
Shrouded Councillor One – A member of the Council of Thirteen
Shrouded Councillor Two – A member of the Council of Thirteen
Shrouded Councillor Three – Another member of the Council of Thirteen
Higrik – A message-rat
Ratty Gnawtail – Lord Admiral of the Council’s fleet, and seated sixth on the Council.
Scene 1: [Interior of Council Chambers at Skavenblight. The chamber is very dark, the warp lamps barely giving any light and shadows shroud what Councillors are present.]
Shrouded Councillor One: So, they have take-gained Lustria Online back?
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: It is to be expected. The invasion was only a test-thing of the lizard’s defences.
Shrouded Councillor One: Indeed. But I had hope-hoped your Clan’s forces would have held on longer. We may have take-held the lizard-thing home for much longer.
Shrouded Councillor Three: [seems to shake with laughter] No-no, the lizard-flesh had a backup plan that would have driven us away anyhow.
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor One: But I fear-fear if your Clan had held on longer we may have learnt much-much more about how they did it. We would be prepared for the real attack-thing!
Shrouded Councillor Three: [Pauses for a while] Which-which Clan was mine again? It’s so dark in here I for-forgot who is who.
Shrouded Councillor One: [Is also quiet for a long time] I think-think I might be Vorg...but I’m not-not sure anymore. Weren’t we mean-meant to pay the High Warlock’s warp-energy bill?
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: Maybe I am High Warlock Matik? Or was I Gnawtail?...
Shrouded Councillor Two: No-no. Gnawtail was taken prisoner by our invasion forces.
[All Councillors start to laugh]
Shrouded Councillor One: At leas-least there’s good news from all this. I’m sick-sick of all his talk-squeaking of boat-things and fish.
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Shrouded Councillor Three: I still don’t know-know why he infiltrated them himself. Crazy-mad that one.
[Enter Higrik. He peers into the dark with a look of confusion.]
Higrik: My lords?
Shrouded Councillor Three: Speak-speak fool-meat!
Shrouded Councillor Two: Yes-yes.
Higrik: Lord Gnawtail has made-made it back, he wants to speak-squeak with you all. Some-something about being taken prisoner by Clan Mors and several unspeakable things we wish-wishes to do to whoever ordered that-that.
Shrouded Councillor One: Of all the luck!
[Enter Gnawtail looking furious]
Ratty Gnawtail: Who-whose idea was it to have their Mors goons grab-snatch me?! [Pauses] Why-why is it so dark in here?
Shrouded Councillor Three: We might have forgotten to pay the warp-energy bill.
Ratty Gnawtail: What warp-energy bill? [Turns on the warp lamps revealing three cleaning rats sitting at the Council table, there is a note on the Horned Rat’s chair that all Councillors are out to lunch.] Typical.
Unshrouded non-Councillor One: [Looks down casted] Do...do we still get to keep the chairs?
Ratty Gnawtail: [Long pause] Yes-yes, but I have a little job-thing for you three first...
[Curtain]
