Zaeyl GutterRunner
Zaeyl, a White Rat, Born of Clan Rictus. Early in his years, he showed much promise with a blade, and as he came to age, so did his bloodlust. He was an expert in war, moving like lightning; fast, agile, and precise. Word grew of his accomplishments with a sword and his skills on a field and many factions and units came to scout the young rat and entice him with offers, but none really appealed to Zaeyl; his goals were set in a much more sinister way... For in the field, he'd see these men gloating of their lineages and their followers, wearing chains and heraldry that meant nothing to Zaeyl.
Some fell quickly, those under his blade claiming, "I am still above you. I am royalty. I am honorable." But Zaeyl would whisper back, "What did this honor or chain bring you except a quick death?" He grew to detest the way these hoomans would give themselves titles and use it to boss other hoomans around. This was not the way of a warrior or a protector. But what could Zaeyl do? How could Zaeyl prove to those under these knights that this was not the way? That this was misleading? That a chain does not make you a god or king? That respect and loyalty are what paves this road?
He spent many a time wandering. This is when he came to meet a gnome on the fighting field. This gnome fought with honor and courage and devotion. Zaeyl was intrigued... He watched as this gnome would command and protect and noticed that this gnome also wore a chain but never gloated as those before had. Zaeyl, inspired, later met with this gnome. They talked long and hard and Zaeyl came up with a plan. For if he wanted to prove anything, he would need to be the one to show them. He made the gnome promise he would not become a SIR and the gnome agreed so he donned a squeer sash and began to train. But little did Zaaeyl know, others were watching; seeing what events transpired through his squeer-ship, they made points of interaction to reach out. To communicate. Always watching this rat do what none had attempted, and as he grew they decided to make him know of their intents and presence.
One evening they reached out and said "We see you for what you are. You are no Hooman, you are of Skaven Blood! You are of Rictus Clan, white rat, why do you do these things? Why do u pretend to be something so vile, with such little honor? Why, rat, why do you do this, Zaeyl?" Zaeyl sat and explained his plans. That he is tired of a corrupted top. That he shall infiltrate and rebuild. He shall assassinate these kings that sit behind walls and let their people suffer and die. And this brought great joy to those in the shadows and a monstrous figure stepped out of the shadow. Zaeyl had heard of this Ogre who now leads The Horde of 1000 faces. Gorlock reached down and said "You are a Gutter Runner, for you shall trek through these piles of filth and vile men, and you shall clear the way for the new world's paths to run. We shall be there with you as you go on your journey, reaching out to you as you need. For we believe in the same ideals as you."
In three years' time, his presence amongst monsters faded. Zaeyl became known amongst hoomans as Zayl, and they deemed him worthy of chain and the inception was complete. They even put another member amongst his trusted
to be there shall he freeze or falter or his hate boil over for that thing they place upon his neck, for this title that meant nothing but the plan. In the meantime, he sat and accepted being known as 'Zayl the Red' for even now, "Sir" was something he had no interest in. He did not wish to gloat or feel need for titles, and as time has continued the Gutter Runner has made his inceptions: gotten deeper amongst these peerages and royalties.
