Thikkit Bloodclaw

Thikkit Bloodclaw — “The Flesh-Sower”

  Arch-Warlock of Clan Bloodclaw, Master of the Blight-Nest Sanctum, Servant of Skrul Darkborn    

Birth in the Filth (597–605 PR)

  Thikkit Bloodclaw was born in the bowels of Rat Pitt, the younger brother of Noverok Bloodclaw, destined for the pits but never the blade. From the moment he could scurry, Thikkit showed a rare intelligence—while his kin fought for scraps, he watched, listened, and learned. He wasn’t strong like his brother, but he was clever, patient, and cruel in ways that made even the overseers uneasy.   Where Noverok broke bones, Thikkit broke rules. By age six, he was already tampering with corpse-lanterns, dissecting vermin, and grafting extra limbs onto living rats “to make them better.” When he was caught, the pitmasters tried to feed him to the ogres—but the beasts died before the boy even screamed, their bodies swelling with plague.   The Council took notice. Skrul Darkborn, head of Clan Darkborn, saw potential. He plucked Thikkit from the pits and made him an apprentice in the forbidden art of warp-flesh manipulation. From then on, Thikkit’s life belonged to the science of suffering.  

The Rise of the Flesh-Sower (606–615 PR)

  Under Skrul’s black banner, Thikkit thrived. He studied necro-alchemy, biology, and the symphony of mutation. He was fascinated not by death itself, but by what could be made from death.   He earned the name “The Flesh-Sower” for his grotesque experiments:   Sewing Skaven corpses together into hulking hybrids.   Filling living slaves with alchemical bile until their bodies burst into fertile vats for new life.   Breeding monstrous beasts with mechanical organs that pulsed like hearts of iron.   By the time he was twenty, Thikkit commanded his own sub-faction within Rat Pitt—the newly christened Clan Bloodclaw, a name he chose to honor Noverok, who by then had risen as the Council’s enforcer.   Thikkit saw himself as the mind to his brother’s muscle, the architect to his brother’s sword. Together, they were perfection: strength and intellect fused in blood.  

The First War of the Claw (620 PR)

  When Chyric and Skitter Fellbite rebelled against the Council, Noverok was sent to kill them. Thikkit armed his brother with experimental warp-serums and toxin-forged armor, promising him invincibility. For a time, it seemed to work—until Noverok was slain at the Council Manor Massacre.   Thikkit’s mind shattered with the news. Witnesses said he tore open the corpses of his own assistants in grief, stuffing them with warp-fluids while screaming, “I can fix him! I can fix him!”   For weeks, he vanished beneath Abritus. When he emerged, his eyes burned red and his voice rasped like a blade through water. He had found a way to cheat the veil between life and death.  

The Red Rebirth (620 PR)

  The ritual that became infamous across the Underdark was called The Red Rebirth.   Deep within his laboratory, Thikkit stitched his brother’s body back together—bone by bone, vein by vein. He replaced his heart, his blood with black ichor, and his sinew with living wire. For seven days, lightning and screaming filled the tunnels, until finally the corpse opened its eyes.   “Still I live—still I kill.”   Noverok Bloodclaw had returned.   But the resurrection came with a price. Noverok was no longer wholly alive, nor wholly dead. His soul was bound by Thikkit’s rune-brand, enslaved as a weapon once more. To the younger brother, it was a triumph—a masterpiece. To the rest of Skavendom, it was an abomination that proved Thikkit’s genius and madness both.  

The Blight-Nest Sanctum (620 PR)

  Flush with success, Thikkit founded the Blight-Nest Sanctum, a subterranean fortress beneath Rat Pitt where his greatest abominations were born. There, he built horrors that blended flesh and machine, using green stone as both fuel and marrow. Among his creations were:   The Skaven Hydra: Six heads sharing one screaming mind.   The Skaven Dragon: A skeletal drake reanimated with Skaven souls, its fire green with plague.   The Skaven Ogres: Massive fusions of ogre muscle and rat cunning, armed with serrated gauntlets.   Warp-Kin Ghouls: Skaven half-merged with machines, constantly twitching with raw electricity.   Each creature bore a portion of his soul, bound to him by the Song of the Flesh, a psychic tether that let him command them as extensions of his will.   He was no longer merely a warlock. He was a god of creation and decay—a god of his own making.  

The Cinders’ Assault (620 PR)

  Thikkit’s ambitions drew the attention of The Cinders—Reyn Thorne, Genethia Roth, and their companions—who tracked his atrocities to the Blight-Nest Sanctum. Their raid was meant to end his experiments forever.   The battle raged through his lair. The Cinders slew his Skaven Ogres first, then the Hydra in a storm of lightning and blood, and finally the reanimated Skaven Dragon. But Thikkit himself refused to fall.   As the sanctum collapsed, he confronted them and unleashed his warlock’s power in a storm of warp-flame. He wounded several of the Cinders, including Reyn and Genethia, before vanishing into the ether using a phase-warp spell of his own design.   When the smoke cleared, the Cinders thought him dead. They were wrong.  

The Hunter’s Mandate (After 620 PR)

  Skrul Darkborn personally appeared to Thikkit in the aftermath, granting him one final directive:   “Bring me the heads of Chyric and Skitter. Let the world remember what happens to those who mock the old Council.”   Now, Thikkit wanders the Underdark in secrecy, accompanied by his reanimated brother. He continues to grow his experiments, whispering to the flesh he molds, calling them “children.” Every new monster is an echo of his grief, every invention a prayer to the Great Horned Rat for understanding.   He claims that one day, he will “stitch the perfect world—one where the strong never die and the weak never waste.”   But those who know the Skaven say his soul is rotting faster than his creations, and that one day soon, his body will be more machine than rat.   Appearance and Traits   Height: 6'5" (slightly hunched)   Fur: Ash-grey, patchy, burned in places by experiments.   Eyes: Red.   Tail: Mechanical, ending in a needle-like injector.   Voice: Raspy, sharp, often muttering equations mid-sentence.   Famous Quote   “Meat dies, yes-yes… but flesh remembers! I make it remember forever!”   Legacy   To the Skaven of Rat Pitt, Thikkit Bloodclaw is a legend whispered in fear—a sorcerer who made death obey him, and whose love for his brother became the seed of his monstrosity. His mark, a crimson claw around a broken heart, is scrawled on sewer walls and carved into the bones of his victims.   And wherever that mark is found, the living know: The Flesh-Sower is near—and he is always looking for more material.