Lord Skrolk

He is one of the Plaguelords, the rulers of Clan Pestilens, who are under the direct command of the Arch-Plaguelord. Skrolk is a creature of ancient evil, the favors of the Horned Rat allowing him to live many times the normal Skaven life span. In that time the pestilences he has unleashed have brought unimaginable woe upon humanity. Rather than weakening with age, Skrolk is possessed with a diabolic vitality that belies the years and the heaped diseases he carries.

Skrolk is a terrifying sight. His flesh has long ago decayed into rotting tatters. His body is blighted with diseases so deadly only his brother Plague Monks can safely approach him. He clawed his own eyes out at the sight of Nurglitch's radiant corruption, wishing to see no other creature after witnessing one so glorious. Since then, through the blessings of the Horned Rat, he sees the world again, but only in the purple and greens of corruption and decay.

Skrolk walks the mortal world as an affront to nature and a sign of the power of the Horned Rat. Plants wither and die where Skrolk treads and the air seems to congeal and darken, as if stained by his baleful presence. he is bent and gnarled under the weight of countless corruptions. The flesh that is not hidden by his tattered shroud is leathery and covered in a layer of dripping buboes. Even worse, the mysterious hunching growths framed by the robes promise something still more virulent. Each new pox only toughens the aged Plague Monk, who has himself become a walking disease.

Despite his seeming blindness, Skrolk's reflexes are amazing. He can catch a fly out of the air--or rather, he could if any flies were able to enter the aura that emanates from his loathsome hide. Insects literally drop dead from the noxious fumes surrounding Skrolk, and only extreme devotees can abide his presence.

In battle, Skrolk leads from the front so he can unleash his rabid fury. He bears the Rod of Corruption, a dreadful staff of spiderwood, iron-capped with spikes and covered in writhing runes of power. Many censers hang from its chains, wafting foul vapours. Skrolk occasionally carries plague scriptures with him, and on occasion will bear one of the sacred volumes of the Liber Bubonicus, the toxic tome of ultimate disease.

Speaks broken English with stutters and jitters, repeating a word twice or using synonyms joined using a hyphen, such as "yes-yes", "talk-chitter" etc., typical of Queekish language of the Skaven.