The First Clans - At the dawning of the Age of Myth, the Great Horned Rat slinks from the shadows of the void. From epic events to distorted fiction, all skaven seek to claim responsibility for their race's victories. The history of the skaven is an anarchic tangle of lies, half-truths and exaggerations in which every ratman believes himself the hero and all others fools. Each day they lay new plans for conquest and domination, and it may be that before long, the Horned Rat will provide his mocking allies with a terrible surprise. The verminous empires of the skaven have grown great during the dominion of Chaos, and the Horned Rat’s children see much. Thus was he able to spread his children across the Mortal Realms, and though the other Dark Gods see this newcomer as little more than an amusing distraction, the rat-god plans to prove them wrong. skaven legend tells that, during the last days of the World That Was, he became so powerful that the gods of Chaos themselves were compelled to admit the Horned Rat to their ranks. This maniacal desire for power stems from the skaven deity, the Great Horned Rat. Every skaven holds the unshakeable conviction that he is a genius, born to lead the swarming armies of conquest to war – from an honoured position at the rear, of course. They concoct monstrous plagues and invent appalling weapons of war, gnawing tunnels through the roots of the realms to spy and slaughter where they please. In foetid tunnels and war-torn ruins, amidst shadowed forests and beneath crumbling peaks, the skaven multiply by the day.Īs ingenious as they are cowardly and spiteful, the deranged ratmen tamper with the very fabric of reality. Scuttling through the shadows, the skaven infest the Mortal Realms in numbers so great that – were they known – they would drive the other races to madness and despair. For the skaven it is a time of plenty as they fall upon the weakened victorious and the bloodied defeated alike, leaving naught but bones and wreckage in their wake. Now, with the dawning of the Age of Sigmar and the onset of the Soul Wars, the races of the realms battle like never before. They enslaved and murdered, consuming all before them in their maniacal quest for power with never a thought to the price. Emboldened by the coming of the Age of Chaos, skaventides burst forth in terrifying numbers, bringing horror and ruin to all they touched. From their verminous metropolis, Blight City, they gnawed tunnels through the void into every realm. Throughout the Age of Myth the skaven burrowed, built and multiplied. Such is the myth that persists amongst the skaven to this day, and such is their singular goal. Then, skittering through the shadows of the void with eyes a-glow, he scattered them into the darkest corners of the newborn Mortal Realms and bade them multiply and conquer the new realities. Empowered as never before, the skaven deity snatched clawfuls of his screeching brood and saved them from final destruction. Yet this was not the end for the children of the Great Horned Rat. As the mortal world died, so the skaven feasted upon its corpse in numbers beyond count, before being annihilated in turn by the final victory of Chaos. 
The Great Horned Rat was the pestilential father of the skaven, that teeming race of ratmen that had long gnawed at the roots of mortal civilisation.
In the last days of the World-That-Was, a fifth deity rose to join the dark pantheon of the major Chaos Gods.
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