Disclaimer: The entire world and the universe (actually a multiverse, but these are splitting hairs) that I use belong to the Games Workshop, as well as the peoples and everything else, except for the characters themselves.

Warning: It's a pretty brutal story, so if you have something against bloodshed, murder, slaughter, carnage and other funny things, you shouldn't read this story.

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Battle of three peoples over a book

Arrival and first contacts

Skanig's point of view:
The Skaven army was still rolling through the dark tunnel. But Skanig knew they would soon have reached their goal. And then hopefully he would finally find out what it was all about. His sensitive ears had long recognized the roar of the sea that lay overhead. But actually he didn't know what the sea really was.
As far as he knew, a very large lake. A very, very, very big lake. At least that's what a friend had told him once. One day later he poisoned his food, but that doesn't belong here.That description would have been very good if Skanig had known what a lake was. But he knew that the sea always rushed, he could hear that himself many kilometers below it. His fine nose told him that he was about six thousand meters below the surface of the earth. Earth's surface, however, was relative. After all, the sea was made up of water. And if the skaven had known that there were millions of tons of water overhead, they would have run away in a panic.
But only very few knew it and the others didn't worry about it. They marched further west. Always on. For days, without ceasing. Only with occasional breaks.
At some point four excited shadow runners from Klan Eshin, who were sent ahead as scouts, returned to the Gray Prophet in their characteristic black cloaks. They chattered and quacked like crazy until Hinck finally took his staff and hit one of them on the head with it."Only one speaks," he gritted through clenched teeth.
"We found the exit.", One of the four squeaked quickly. "There is a big cave. There is a lot of light, a lot of light."
Kinck nodded absently. "Go back and find a building with magic," he ordered. "And then tell me where it is, you got it?" All four skaven in the black cloaks nodded and then disappeared with unerring and swift steps into the swarming horde of rats.
Skanig concluded from this: You are on your way to an island, whatever that was, on which people lived and there was a building in which there was a magical object that Hinck wanted. So far so good, only he didn't know what kind of object it was.
The horde struggled for another day until they eventually reached the cave mentioned by the shadow runners. The rat-creatures' eyes, used to the dark, ached a little as the light streamed into the tunnel.But that was nothing compared to the agony they suffered as they left the cave and stepped onto the surface.
Skanig looked around. He had never been on the surface before and it was practically a shock to him.
Above him, inaccessible for a being like him, was the "ceiling" of this huge "alcove". The sky stretched out in all directions, nowhere were there columns, walls or anything else that held this structure up there. Skanig panicked for a moment, he thought this "thing" could fall down at any moment and turn them all into mush. But he calmed down when he thought that this "heaven", he wasn't sure if that was the term, had always been up there and it would probably not fall at the exact moment when Skanig was walking on the upper world. Or so he hoped.
Suddenly he heard astonished shouts from the left. When he turned his head to find out the reason for the commotion, his heart stopped for a moment: water.Huge amounts of water. Until far away only water, a single, huge pool. Just much, much bigger.
The army was half on a mountain, half still in the dark realm of the Skaven, the vast tunnel system beneath it all.
But the Gray Prophet kept pushing his army forward. In the direction of a small, bright disk in the sky. Skanig heard another storm rat whispering next to him: "The sun."
Skanig was surprised that this little shining disk should be the great almighty sun that he had heard so much about. He let his whiskers tremble contemptuously.
The army wandered down the slopes, and Skanig slowly grasped the full extent of the catastrophe he was in: the entire country was apparently surrounded by this "sea" and suddenly it clicked in his brain. "An island," he muttered. He wasn't enthusiastic, but at least he knew what an island was.
Suddenly there was renewed unrest. There was a riot on the left flank and Hinck immediately ordered a position on a small hill.The storm rats raced through the other regiments and planted themselves on the hill.
With incredulous eyes Skanig saw what this commotion meant.
"Founding things!" Shouted some clan rat soldiers, while the first of their own were already falling through the blades and clubs of the orcs.
But there were not enough, Skanig could see that from his point of view. Nevertheless, Hinck did not seem to be enthusiastic about the presence of the Founding things, as the Orcs were called by the Ratmen.
They were quickly trapped and then destroyed. Hinck nodded satisfied. Then he turned to other things.
A shadow runner seemed to emerge from nowhere in front of him.
"We found buildings," he chattered.
"Where?"
“That long, behind burned houses, behind large piles of stones.” He pointed south. There was a burned down village and behind it was a small mountain.
"Besides, we found a lot of basic things and no more human things."This statement made Hinck ponder." Anything else? "he crunched.
The Eshin clan nervously shifted from one foot to the other. "Um, yes."
When he said nothing more, Hinck shouted: "And what did you discover - discovered?"
“A ship big. Big ship, black.” He pointed in the same direction.
Skanig had overheard everything and swallowed. He had hoped for a quick and easy undertaking with no threat, but he had heard stories about the owners of this black ark because he was sure it was one. They were dark elves, the most depraved and perhaps most vicious creatures in the world ... apart from demons and skaven, of course.

Khalek's point of view:
"Please move.", Khalek snapped at his people. The soldiers stepped up a gear. His party moved quickly forward. Several regiments of spearmen and crossbowmen marched in perfect unison, the shadows sent ahead crept in front of the army and were almost invisible even to Khalek's keen eyes, although he knew what to look for.In the flanks of his troops rode the Black Riders, looking for everything that was alive, ready to kill it.
But nothing moved. Khalek was growing suspicious. "Where are these damn weak people?" He muttered angrily.
"Lord!" Called one of the shadows. Khalek kicked his horse and rode forward at a sharp pace.
"What's going on?" He asked tonelessly, now completely under control again.
“We have discovered a human village.” The shadow pushed some branches aside, revealing some burned-down houses. There was nothing left that could have been saved or restored. Besides, the dark elves wouldn't have wanted it anyway.
"Examine everything, I want to know what is responsible for this.", Khalek ordered shortly. Immediately his shadows poured out to examine the ruins. Practically immediately someone came back and said simply: "Orcs, sir. They were orcs."
Khalek waved his hand and released the shadows."Look for a building in which the magic book can be." His face showed, as so often, no movement. But inside he was seething. What are orcs doing on this island? He spurred his horse again and called to his people: "Go on. These weak people could even be massacred by the cowardly skaven, these orcs will be a joke for us. Go on."
His party started moving again.
It wasn't long before a shadow rushed out of the forest and called in panic: "Sir, Sir!"
Khalek huffed scornfully at such disregard for etiquette. Furious, he rode up to his scout and stopped right in front of him.
“Sir!” The shadow still seemed unimpressed. "We were attacked, only a few survived."
"You let yourself be surprised by orcs? Or was it simple-minded human cattle?" Asked Khalek contemptuously.
"No sir, they were nefarious rat creatures from the underrealm! We were attacked by Skaven!"Khalek's eyes widened. First orcs, then skaven too. This island held some surprises. Before he could start hunching his scout, it fell powerless to the ground.
There was a throwing star in his back. As if out of the blue, more missiles shot out of the forest and rained down on the surprised dark elves.
Immediately everyone who had a shield raised it and thus fended off most of the weapons. Most were protected by their scale armor and they laughed at the poorly aimed, poisoned weapons.
Until a star found its target and shot a laughing soldier in the mouth. You only heard a repeated gurgling and then the soldier fell backwards, twitching. Foam formed in front of his mouth and the skin on the back of his neck quickly turned green.
Another well-aimed throwing star hissed through the air and found its target, in the eye of one of the crossbowmen. He screamed as the jagged weapon seared deep into it.Blood spurted from it and this elf fell backwards, twitching. Screaming in pain, he writhed on the floor as the poison spread through his bloodstream and it didn't take long until every single vein and artery was clearly visible on his otherwise pale skin. He died before the disgusting substance had reached his heart, because it literally ate its way into his nerve tracts and reached the brain. There it did its hideous work and put everything out of order.
"Crossbowmen," shouted Khalek angrily. Immediately his people formed up and returned the fire. They didn't know what to shoot at, so they just shot blind into the forest. A shower of bolts riddled the leaves, dug into tree trunks, and yet