Skaven rule Pan Coron Ocean

Following their unprovoked aggression at Mount Breakspear, Typhus had to face up to the possibility that the Dwarves intended to initiate a war with the Typhonian Enclave. With the long campaign against the High Elves once more tipping in favour of the Skaven, Typhus vowed through gritted fangs that the short-arsed gold fondlers wouldn't be allowed to upset his masterful plans!

The threat to Mount Breakspear had been seen off the time being but Typhus ordered the navy to increase its patrols of the waters near Karak-A-Varr and keep the Dwarven fleet at bay. Meanwhile he would press home his advantage against the accursed Elves and try to finish the war before the Dwarves could interfere.

Sure enough, the Dwarven fleet sallied forth to challenge the Enclave patrols, accompanied by a massive iron clad battleship. The Skaven admiral ordered his ships to converge on the Dwarven fleet, displaying the great cunning and supreme tactical brilliance typical of the Skaven master race by taking advantage of an archipelago of islands to conceal the positions and numbers of his ships. The ambush gave the Skaven an advantage but the Dwarves fought with irrational tenacity and resolve, punishing their enemies for every ship destroyed. Finally, isolated and stripped of its escorts the Dwarven iron clad was brought to heel and engaged by the Skaven battleship Glory of Typhus. The two behemoths began exchanging broadsides at close range and to their consternation and great surprise the Skaven got the worst of the duel. Finally, exasperated and screaming obscenities at his incompetent underlings the Skaven admiral simply rammed his flaming hulk into the Dwarven flagship and boarded it, slaughtering the crew and ending the battle.

With the Dwarven navy bottled up for the time being Typhus headed south to personally prosecute the war against the Elves of Mellvellon. For years the Skaven hordes had been halted at a narrow pass. This natural bottleneck protected the Vale of Endwe and was guarded by silent and disciplined ranks of Phoenix Guard. The sudden Skaven rush took the Elves by surprise and the garrison of the Tears of Isha was slow to respond. The decadent Elves had been staging a masked ball and in their arrogance refused to attend to the defences until the last dance finished. By the time the garrison began arriving at the pass the battle was already raging. The bottleneck had stopped the elves being outflanked by the greater number of Skaven but eventually the furry hordes began forcing a breach through sheer attrition. Eventually the Elven defence collapsed and the Tears of Isha fell as it was cut off and then taken by storm from tunnels secretly dug under the walls.

Unchallenged, Typhus' minions rampaged down the Vale of Endwe. The foul, rotting bodies of Skaven and Elf alike were dumped into the waters of the river Endwe to pollute the once pure drinking water of their hated enemies. Now the hordes of ravenous rats plagued the Elven colony. The spectre of siege and imminent invasion once more hung over Sein Craban.

As the legions of Typhus smashed the defences of Isha, his (currently) loyal vassals of the Warpclaw Guild spread verminous mischief across the ocean to the Holy Sigmarite Empire. The Skaven began to appear in alarming numbers along the coast of Armaethor, the very doorstep of the Sigmarite realm. This was much to the confusion of the Imperial Navy, who understood the Skaven fleets to be heavily engaged along the eastern stretches of the Pan Coron Ocean. How had the vile hordes managed to reach the hinterlands of Armaethor undetected?

Howsoever they had managed to make landfall, the task of ejecting the rat-men fell to the mercenary Ogres in the pay of the Imperial treasury. The Ogre warbands intercepted and engaged the legions of the Warpclaw Guild to the south of Galamor Bay. Such was the impetus of the Ogre onslaught that for a time it appeared as though their brute strength would carry the day.

But their moment of triumph was undone by the Guild’s infamous war-engines. The Skaven counter-attack was utterly ferocious and the Ogres were forced to withdraw back into the narrow pass of the Nimarn Valley. Here, they mounted a stalwart defence against the oncoming vermin but in the confines of the pass they were unable to out-manoeuvre the Skaven. For a time the Ogre rained shot, shell and fell magicks upon the Skaven lines and hope remained that they might repulse the attacking legions. But the furry tide was seemingly without end and the Ogres were eventually overwhelmed.

The southern Sigmarite provinces braced themselves for invasion... yet nothing came. The rat-men had melted away without a trace. No ships were seen by the Imperial Navy. No marching columns passed by the outlying townships or farmsteads. The insidious Skaven had vanished, and their schemes remained a mystery.