Tekti gave the order. It was time to move.
The army of skinks started to march, drums echoing in the cavern, the banners and totems of sotek held aloft, their golden manufacture shining in the darkness of the tunnels as the red host moved forwards.
The temple guard kept pace with their master's palanquin, their red backs bearing the mark of sotek, just as the rest of the host did. The hunt started today, the skaven of the underdark would be cleansed by the holy fist of the cult of sotek, until rivers of rat blood flowed throughout the tunnels, and reminded everyone of the serpent gods might.
The tunnels were odly damp, something the aquatic skinks of the jungles took a liking too, it reminded them of their home, water dripping from every surface, they moved through the bodies of water as if it were open ground, they were built for it after all...
They enjoyed themselves like this for a little while, even as they marched the water felt rejuvinating, their red crests the only things visible at times. The chameleon skinks became colourless, like the water, shimmering in the dim light of the underground tunnels...
Water dripped from the stalactites, trickling down from the ceiling and onto their ends.
Tekti was deep in contemplation, comunicating with another member of the cult, a skink priest who had come to aid him and the warlords in their conquest...the news was wonderful, the warlords had sucessfully captured the utterdark, supposedly a large cave where it was so dark, the skink had created a magical light just to see 20 feet ahead of him...they had driven back the syndicate, something that was amazing for the warlords as the utterdark was in between both of the syndicate and the warlords key positions, they now had a staging point to defend both of the warrens they had, and lauch deadly assaults versus the syndicate....
He was aroused from his contemplations, he was drawing closer to the link between his tunnel and the utterdark...he could see smoke on the *horizon*, a clear sign that there was civilization ahead of these dark and damp caves...
As the cult crested over an underground hill, they could see the source...even through the dark, because of the chimney smokes...
Tekti began to issue orders, he could feel the dark prescence of the ratmen...this area was about to be cleansed. He telepathically sent all orders, it was quieter, and he wanted to preserve the element of surprise...
The chameleons cloaked themselves, descending upon the village...they crept up into the alleyways, knocking out the stray's with small clubs, and binding them with rope they had brought. Within a half hour, the only ones left in the village were asleep, the rest had been dragged back above the crest in the hill...
Slowly the rest of the cult descended on the village, the skinks natural dexterity allowing them to climb onto the roofs of buildings. Slowly they crept upon the windows, and in a second everything was chaos.
Breaking through the windows they dragged the skaven from their homes, overwhelming them with strength and surprise, they dragged them all, along with their previous prisoners, into the center of the town.
They began the sacrifices, blood spilling all over the town, the roads flowing with it as they cleansed the town of skaven, chanting the name of sotek in massed rituals as the bound skaven were killed, the skink priests and chiefs enjoying every moment that they fulfilled their oath to the snake god. Within an hour every citizen of the pub was dead. The streets still flowed with the red substance that had once been their life.
A pile of bodies was made, so high that if it was on the surface, it would have blotted out the sun...if the canopy of the jungles where they resided already hadn't
