Lek Light Tail

The Life of Lek Light Tail

Birth in Rat Pitt (598 PR)

Lek Light Tail was born in the labyrinthine warrens of Rat Pitt, the sprawling Skaven city of the Underdark. His earliest moments were steeped in the stink of blood, rust, and fear. Unlike the female-dominant Fangmaw or the warlords of Darkreaver, Lek’s broodline was weak and poor, little more than fodder. His parents were consumed by the endless churn of Skaven survival, and Lek quickly learned that childhood was a luxury denied to their kind.

Before he could even grow whiskers enough to bare, he was sold as a slave-child to Rikkit Sharptail, a Skaven mercenary captain who had dealings with both surface lords and Skaven clans alike. Lek never saw Rat Pitt again — he was carted up through forgotten tunnels, the Underdark closing behind him like a maw that would never open for him again.

The Sharptail Company (606–620 PR)

Rikkit’s band lived not in grand castles, but in surface ruins — shattered forts, crumbling towers, burned-out keeps. To a young Lek, these haunted places became “home.” Rikkit taught him nothing of love, only survival:

Lek was beaten when he faltered, praised only when blood stained his claws.

He was fed on scraps and fear, taught that mercy was weakness.

Rikkit’s mercenaries, a mix of Skaven outcasts, human sellswords, and goblin raiders, treated him as a mascot at first — until he grew teeth sharp enough to slit throats.

By the time he was ten, Lek had his first kill — a captured scout from a northern patrol. Rikkit forced the boy to strangle the man with a wire garrote. From then on, Lek was trained as an infiltrator and blade: silent, small, vicious.

“Joy is for fools,” Rikkit told him once.

But Lek defied that in his heart. Even in blood and shadows, he learned to smile — because belonging, however cruel, meant everything to him.

The Golden Gate Encounter

Years later, when Rikkit’s mercenaries were contracted in Albion’s Golden Gate, fate shifted. The company was hired by one of Albion’s war-chiefs to skirmish against rebels — but the battle drew the attention of Caladawn Magus, who saw more than a nameless Skaven rogue among the mercenaries.

Caladawn noticed the way Lek fought — not with bloodlust, but with a desperate joy, like someone who believed every friend, every laugh, was a treasure. He saw the “Joyful Blade” beneath the assassin’s mask.

In a chance parley, when the Sharptail Company faltered under mage-fire, Caladawn approached Lek. The old mage offered no promise of riches, only belonging.

Lek chose the Unchained.

It was the first time he had walked away from Rikkit’s leash, and the first time he ever felt truly free.

The Unchained (620 PR)

Among the Unchained, Lek thrived:

He became their Joyful Blade, laughing even in the face of death.

He bonded with Pyro and Hookspark, finding in them the brothers he never had.

He followed Genethia Roth (Neth) with near-religious loyalty, seeing in her kindness the exact opposite of Rikkit’s cruelty.

Though a killer, Lek was no brute. He craved acceptance and belonging more than blood, and in the Unchained he felt he had found a family forged not by chains but by choice.

The Prank in Dykenta’s Temple

It was during the wandering days of the Unchained, months before their scattering, when Chyric and Skitter decided to amuse themselves at Lek Light Tail’s expense.

They whispered to him, with barely contained snickers, that if he prayed in the sacred halls of Dykenta, the goddess of Love, Lust, Pleasure, Birth, and Death, he would be blessed with… an orgasm by divine hand.

Lek, towering at 6’4, with his crooked grin and eager innocence, believed them.

He knelt in the candle-lit shrine of the goddess, muttering an awkward prayer while Chyric and Skitter hid behind a pillar, stifling laughter. Willow Bloodeyes stood nearby, rolling her red eyes at the nonsense.

Dykenta’s Trick

But Dykenta, ever the playful goddess, heard the prayer.

Instead of striking Lek with embarrassment, she struck the pranksters.

In an instant, Chyric, Skitter, and Willow felt their hearts pound with unnatural lust for Lek. Their laughter died. Their jaws dropped. Their eyes fixed on him.

Lek looked up, confused. “Uh… did it work?”

Chyric and Skitter stumbled backward, horrified at their own desires. Dykenta’s voice — velvet, amused — whispered in their minds:

“Not for you two, little mice. Be gone.”

The spell of lust fell away from them. But for Willow Bloodeyes, the goddess chose differently.

The Sacred Bedroom

Under Dykenta’s enchantment, Willow seized Lek by the arm and dragged him through the temple halls, her crimson eyes burning with need. The goddess guided them into one of the sacred bedrooms, chambers draped in silks and glowing with divine light.

There, Willow took Lek. For the first time in his life, the Joyful Blade knew the touch of another.

When the moment came, when his body trembled with release, his unfiltered cry rang through the temple halls:

“OH WOW!”

The Aftermath

The spell broke instantly. Willow’s eyes cleared. Realizing what had happened, her face twisted in fury and shame. She dressed quickly, then — with all the blunt affection of a Skaven assassin — she punched Lek square in the chest.

she hissed, stalking out.

But Lek, still dazed, only grinned wider.

Dykenta’s Reward

From the altar, a soft laugh echoed. The candles flared, and in their glow appeared two gleaming weapons:

Lek’s Gift: A curved Dykenta Scimitar forged of silver-steel and etched with runes of joy. Its magic fed on his energy and his laughter, igniting with radiant flame when he fought in defense of friends.

Willow’s Gift: A shadow-black Dykenta Scimitar, wickedly sharp, humming with lust and death. Its enchantment heightened her assassin’s strikes, making every killing blow both silent and irresistible.

The goddess spoke in their minds:

“Sacred love, sacred pleasure, sacred death. You served me well, even in folly. Take these blades, and remember: even mistakes can birth divinity.”

Chyric and Skitter, still peeking from the hall, stared in disbelief.

Lek just scratched his ear, still grinning.

“Worth it,” he said.

The Sundering of the Unchained (after Hookspark’s death, 620 PR)

But nothing holds forever. After the horrors of Pehliff, the death of Hookspark, and the betrayals of war, the Unchained began to scatter. Neth was wounded, Pyro consumed by grief, Ulystra slain by Reyn, and Fresia Asher’s shadow broke their spirit.

Lek, once so full of joy, wandered. He survived in taverns, dungeons, and alleyways, a blade-for-hire without a banner. Yet he never forgot the laughter he once carried.

Lek’s Reunion with Neth

The Cinders’ estate was quiet that night. Moonlight spilled through the high windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. Lek Light Tail crept through the halls, small claws tapping softly as he followed the familiar scents of hearth smoke, food, and something deeper — the lingering trace of Neth.

He had spotted Shaun Underforge on the grounds earlier, and it had almost sent him fleeing. But joy and longing outweighed fear. He had come too far. He needed to see her.

The ratling rogue eased open a door at the end of a corridor. Inside, the chamber smelled faintly of herbs and steel oil. On the bed, resting beneath tangled sheets, was Neth, her scarred form lit silver by the moon. At her side, curled against the blanket, was August, the Mapach, asleep with soft breaths.

For a moment, Lek simply froze in the doorway. His heart hammered. The laughter he’d buried for months trembled in his throat, afraid to come out. He took one cautious step, then another — the floorboard creaked.

Neth stirred, blinking groggily. Her one good eye focused on the figure at the door.

“…Lek?” she whispered.

The name broke him. The smile tore across his muzzle, sharp and unashamed. His tail lashed with joy.

“Neth! Neth-Neth-Neth!” he squeaked, bounding forward before fear could stop him. He leapt onto the bed in a blur of fur and claws.

Neth sat upright instinctively — the sheets fell away, baring her scarred, naked form — but she didn’t flinch. She didn’t push him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing his wiry frame against her chest.

“You’re alive,” she breathed, her voice breaking.

Lek buried his snout against her shoulder, shaking, laughing through tears. “You’re real! The world didn’t take you! It didn’t take you!”

For a long moment, the room was filled only with their ragged breaths, August stirring faintly but not waking.

Neth clung to him despite the scars, despite the cold, despite her vulnerability. In that embrace, Lek’s lost joy returned. The years of blood and ruin melted away — he was her Joyful Blade again.

And when Desnora came days later, cloaked in crimson and shadow, Lek’s grin only grew wider. With Neth at his side and a new sister in the fold, his laughter filled the Cinders’ halls once more.

Joining the Cinders

In Whitestone, Lek’s path crossed the Cinders — Reyn & Rheana Thorne, Cipher Vane, Lila Hearthstone, Gojo, August, and Neth (Genethia Roth). They were young, scarred, and burning with potential, but fractured like the Unchained once were.

Lek saw in them a chance to belong again — to rebuild what was lost. They saw in him a comrade scarred by the same wars, a blade sharp but not heartless.

Now, as a member of the Cinders, Lek walks with a smile in his whiskers and a dagger in his tail. A killer forged in cruelty, redeemed by belonging. His story is one of cycles — from Rat Pitt slavery to mercenary cruelty, to Unchained brotherhood, to Cinders’ rebirth.

Closing Reflection

Lek Light Tail is not merely an assassin. He is a joyful survivor who laughs because the alternative is despair. He is a Skaven who never saw his homeland, a child who never knew kindness until he found family among outcasts. His blade is sharp, but sharper still is his hunger to belong.

Lek’s Dykenta Scimitar — The Joyful Fang