Point allocation: 15/15
Richness: 3
Military: 4
Population: 2
Control: 2
Knowledge: 1
Ferocity: 3

Boom-Boom Mortar
The premiere weapon the Cutlaks use. Boom powder is carefully taken and placed into a tube with great reverence, before ammunition is placed. This ammunition ranges from metal balls made by the creators, to packed rocks, brickwork, and really anything that fits. Then a burn-string is inserted so it touches the powder. Once the weapon is aimed (done by slowly rotating its base,) the burn string is lit, and the crew runs. These are less prone to exploding, but they still have a tendency to misfire, wasting the precious ammo likely messing the barrel up.

Point-And-Boom
Similar to the mortar, these are wheeled tubes that can be dragged into location, and aiming them are significantly easier. Loading them is not however, although they are the safest of all the experimental technology the Cutlaks use.

Infantry:
Hunter Squads:
Against the many eyes, there is but one solution. The Hunters. Armed with flaming torches, the best weapons possible, and armour designed for speed rather than durability, the hunters are in a constant war with the denizens of the cellar. Webs are torched, spiders are pig-stuck, and many a time the would-be predator is made into the prey. Hunters are the most dangerous job possible to do in the Cutlak clan, and the mortality rate for them is even higher than that of Burn Tower teams. They provide an essential service however.

Knight Squads:
Taken from pictures left by the creators themselves, knight squads are kitted out in the heaviest armour that can be provided to them. Carrying hefty spears, axes and swords, they wade into battle mostly fearless. They're no good at anything sneaky though, they leave that to the...

Ranger Teams:
Shortbows and long hooked knives mark the ranger teams. They also tend to wear long overcoats made from the fabric that the creators left behind, and have red headbands. They serve no practical purpose other than making the rats wearing them look cool.

Militia:
The various rats of Clan Cutlak who aren't in the first three groups, or weapons teams. Unusually, Cutlak Clan rats tend to wear fairly decent armour and have weapons that are, at the very least somewhat effective at actually killing things. They wear this fact like a badge of honour.

History
Fire priests drove us deep-deep. They kill us, slave us, but we run into dark. In stinky holes, stinky rivers, noise of click-click. Many eyes-eyes, many legs, many Silents, and we fight many generations. Creators forget ratfolk, but the Deep-Deep answers to us. Deep-Deep teaches ancients much-much. Teaches secrets of the scents and the rotten meats. Hi-hi! Now Clickers we tame, and we rule the Rottenbarraghs. Our blood now weak-weak, but my sons, you-you strong! Drink, drink younglings, you soon big-big! You soon big rat ready to raid Above. Hi-hi!
- Matki Hundredtits, breeding and instructing the pups.

Shrikklik Clan is one of the many clans which were forced to choose the Faith of Fire or face extermination. They had no choice but to hide in the pipes and galleries left built by the Creators in the World below, even if it meant to inhabit places said to be doomed, clickers, worms, and other repugnant vermins. As life in the dark became a constant struggle, as the light of civilziation faded, the calling of the Deep-Deep was heard in the heads of the sickened and weakened survivors. Yet, from hardship might was born, and even if periodically massacred by the horrors below, they endured, and learn to hunt, herd and stalk the Silent ones. This dreadful existence forced the clan to cope with consanguinity in occasions, and thus their already diseased blood was further diseased.

For a time they were isolated, as the mall was flooded and access to their domains was impossible. Throughout the generations, paths were found, and contact with the surface was resumed. However, the other Clans would see this forsaken insect-hunters as barbaric and unclean, and more even so seeing how they went astray from the faith and revered the Deep-Deep. From mistrust, hate arose and hostilities followed. However soon the Shrikklik found in raiding a way to supply their famished pups and in the recent generations they have gotten used to it.

Leadership

The Ratthausz is the highest counsel of the Clan’s Bloods, and is dominated by the pious, watchful yet cruel Farsniffarh, Lord of Pipes and Stink, Herder of Clicks’, the Wise-Wise, the Pureblood, the Deepsnout. Despite he rightfully rules after challenging the previous Alpha, is is secretly hated by many of the Worthbloods (aristocrats), who lost their privileges after he seized power, who wait Farsniffarh to lower his watch. However, the support of young warriors, the respected owed to him by the Herders and most importantly, the recognition of his strong blood among some Mothers keeps the balance of power in his favour.

Territory and Ressurces

The Rottenbarraghs lies hidden at the end of a broken pipeline, below the ground floor toilets. A soft water current rings debris, corpses and sometimes treasures to the Puaghpools. Around it, the Litterholzs house the Mothers and their spawn. Facing the Foamrun, as the main pipe is known, in the oposite side of the lake, there is the Ratthausz, where all the Bloods assemble to decide over mayor matters. Branching from the Rottenbarraghs, myriads of pipes and secret paths lead to the Aboveworld. Many of them have been blocked and host heards of Clikers, while other lead to the unknown depths, from which few have ever returned.

Culture and Faith

Besides what other clans believe, the Shrikklik are not such uncultured beastrats. Coexistence with the Silent ones have taught them many secrets of the World Below and their sagas remember heros excommunicated from the Fire Faith, so in some ways they are close to the ancient ways.

In their seclusion, they became masters in tracking and hunting the Silent Ones, to trick them and herd them using smells, and to make much valued chitin crafts out of their carcasses. Those among the Shrikklik who know how to sneak into the Silent Ones nests find rich food supply and treasures if they can make it back. The secrets of the insect nests and labyryinthic passageways and Clicker-handling are jealously kept by the progeny of those who dared to plunge in the Deep-Deep.

Having to deal with a toxic environment and avoiding extinction often as they did, life expectancy is short even for rat standards. Healthy Mothers who breed strong rats and with clearmilk have raised to be preponderant and pair the males due to their scarcity and irreplaceability. With pests and malformations occurring many pups, when the pack emerges for a raid, easily risk they act temporarily and easily risk their lives in order to distinguish themselves and secure a bigger ration.

The trauma of exile and the conviction that the Shrikklik Clan was forsaken by the ancients is reflected in their anguishing fear towards the Deep-Deep. Rather than a religion, it is and heterogeneous syncretism with the Faith of the Creators, blending in a corpus of superstitions and myths about the dangers, inhabitants, and accursed secrets revealed in the trance of t anguish and veneration towards the Deep-Deep.

Mice are only now being taken as thralls, after trading with other clans, and are coveted by Worthbloods.

Although seen as a strange folk, the Shrikklik have quickly adapted to the Now-Now times. They are seen as not trustworthy, yet their chitin crafts and parfumes are appreciated. Desperated as they are, one can cheaply hire their raiders with the lure of treasure. It is rumoured that travellers who have unsuspectedly approached their secret passageways have ended up being macabrely sacrificed to please the Deep-Deep.

Army and Warriors

Each Mother is responsible for instructing her pups, selecting them for the working caste or mustering them as warriors. Among their litter, They carefully choose the best males to mate, expecting her litter to distinguish itself and bring honor to herself and the clan. Wealthier Mothers can provide beyond traditional chitin equipment, and they gift metal to the worthiest pups. Truth is, other clans with modern technology our superior could outmatch Shrikklik forces, but the intense training and their mastery at War-Insect breeding, fanatic raiders and skirmish and sly tactics make them able to stand ground. Some of their most notable warriors are:

- Pikemane: Basic rat recruits, young but eager, lightly armoured, with chitin shields and tattered clothes
- Bugcrackers: Veteran insect hunters, they are heavily protected with chitin cuirass and serve as heavy shock troops. They decorate themselves with skulls, antennae or other extravagant trophies.
- Warclicker herdsrats: They rthmically swing odour balls, mesmerizing the clickers. At once, a synchronous clicking is heard, and the herd rushes forward, or follows an smell clue thrown by the herds rat. Legend says that heroic herdsrats from the past tamed huge Silents, but these talent has been either lost or never was more than a cheap tale..
- Deepfreaks: These deformous pups are raised by the priests of the Deep-Deep and trained trained to guard the Deep-Deep. They are terrifying berzerkers subject to the harsh indoctrination of the priests.
- Shroudpaws: Thugs, smugglers, couriers, these nimble fighters who fight poisoned blades, and dirty tactics are the underhand of the Farsniffarh, and are entrusted by him to the most dishonorable subterfuge.

History

Farsniffarh, Lord of Pipes and Stink, Herder of Clicks’ , the Wise-Wise, the Cursebreaker, the Deepsnout, is not an ordinary rat. He, born weak-blooded, his skin hairless and covered in bubos, was abandoned to die in the Rotpitts. Left unaided in the dark, he heard the call of the Deep-Deep and survived untold horrors. We would roam lost for long enough to loose a bit of sanity, but he was stronged-willed and finally reached the Foamrun.

He overcame the rejection towards his grim demeanour and to his proud behaviour by proving himself the worthiest of his litter. Soon, rumours about this “demented rat” who came back from the Deep-Deep spreaded. He courted and wooed some influent Mothers despite his unhealthy and emaciate looks, for he proved his blood was untainted. Loved and feared by other common-rats, seen as an eerie survivor of the darkness below, and supported by his mating partners, he took the chance that was offered to him. Unannounced, he interrupted a council session in the Ratthausz, and invoked the right to Duel the Alpha. A slight, unspotted pierce with a oozing fragment of snake’s fang leaned the duel to Farsniffarh’s favour, and thus lawfully became the Alpha

In those days, his Shroudpaw agents became feared, for they would punish any oppositor or offer them as sacrifice for the Deep-Deep. While fear paralyzed the conspirators of the Worthbloods, he gained the favour among the commonfolk by organizing successful raids in the Aboveworld, each time more and more daring. Truth is, that although he started to be more and more brutal, he is a wise administrator and has earned respect among the Shrikklik.

Personality
Fairsniffarh finds any kind of display of violence a small crack of his well-earned ruleship, but, he does not hesitate a second to have a discordant rat, a parasytic noble or boastful stupid Pikemane sacrificed to the Deep-Deep for the good of the clan
The descent into the dark below definitely left a mark on him, twisting his rat soul to monstruous limits. Sharply clever, yet ruthless and tainted, he has ascended to the top of Shrikklik society both because he wished to prove himself back into the pack, but also to purge away the filth the Clan has accumulated. Fairsniffarh finds any need of reasuring his power with violence an annoying fisure of his well-earned ruleship, but he does not hesitate to have a discordant rat, a parasytic noble or boastful stupid Pikemane sacrificed to the Deep-Deep for the sake of the clan

When addressing his subjects, his pretends great devotion to the faceless Deep-Deep, as a well-built character of a mystic charlatan able to seduce the pack with empty promises. He can get to feel compassion, or even empathy to those brave and skilled rats (even from outside the clan), but does not tolerate mediocrity in his closest ranks. In the recent times he has become accommodated though, as years maim his already ruined body and mind.

Appearance

His black fur has many thinnings and for the most part his skin is naked, when not covered in bubes or wounds. He is thin and not larger than most rats, yet his foul appearance makes it for his lack of physical noteworthiness, and is an essential cause behind the aura of fear and admiration he evokes to the Clan. When speaking, sharp, yellowish, long tusks can be seen, which along his long brisks give the lugubrious figure a brisk look.

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History

When the Creators abandoned this land, the wild things of the world were allowed to proliferate. From the mammoth whitetails to the lowly field mice, creatures great and small grew to numbers unimaginable during the mastery of the Creators. The wild field mice, in times known only to their modern progeny from oral etiologies, were hunted ruthlessly. Feral skulkers and foxes - numerous now in the absence of the Creators - brought swift and cruel death from the shadows and tall grasses. Deathshadows and nightwings ruled the skies. The life of a mouse in those ancient times was short and filled with terror.

In time, the mice learned the power of cooperation. Driven together by their many predators, the field mice discovered strength in numbers. Mice, when joined together, were able to repulse even the most savage of beasts. It was during these formulative times that the mice adopted their home - the hollowed trunk of a massive beech tree. Its aperture was fortified with palisades and walls of bundled twigs. Rope ladders were strung up into the tree's enormous boughs, and cozy burrows were excavated from the punky heartwood and roots. This great abode was known as the Warren, and to this day it serves as the home of nearly one hundred mice.

In the safety of the Warren, the mice are free to devote their energies to various crafts and arts. Builders, cooks, apothecaries, toolmakers, and many other skilled professions exist within the Warren, allowing the mice an outlet for their creative potential while enriching the lives of their fellows. The mice of the Warren now live long, fruitful lives.

This prosperity comes at a cost. Predators, drawn by the multitude of mice living within the hollowed trunk of that great tree, lurk perpetually in the bushes and grasses surrounding the Warren. Hungry beasts sometimes directly attack the tree, hoping to claw their way through the palisades to the tasty morsels within. The dangers of the wilds, while mitigated, are ever present. Able-bodied mice are expected to protect their home and sometimes die protecting their families and home.

Leadership

The wisest and most knowledgeable mouse is chosen by the Warren to serve as Judge of the Warren: an arbiter in disputes between mice and decision-maker on behalf of all those who call the Warren home. According to the oral history, there have been twelve Judges of the Warren since the founding times. The current Judge is Brittletooth the Elder. Brittletooth is by far the oldest mouse in the Warren, being at least three winters old. Brittletooth, despite his advanced age, is as wise and sharp as he ever was. He is well-regarded by all of his subjects, for his time as Judge has been prosperous for the Warren.

Culture

Mousekind, being a smaller and more passive species, are less inclined to violence than the barbarous rats. Mice are certainly weaker than the bellicose rats, but their sense of community and fellowship with their peers gives the mice of the Warren strength in unity. From an early age, the pups of the Warren are taught the value of unity. In their most important lesson, the instructor mouse will take a dry piece of straw and effortlessly snap it in her paws, explaining that a solitary mouse is akin to a single piece of straw. She will then present the pups with several straws tied together in a tight bundle, and invite the pups to try to break it. After the pups have all tired themselves by trying unsuccessfully to break the bundle, the instructor declares that the mice of the Warren are like a bundle of straw: weak individually, but unbreakable together.

Army and Warriors

The Warren has no army to speak of; war is a concept known only to mousekind from stories told by the few rats that have visited the Warren. The Warren protects itself from predators with a militia of sorts. Guardsmice patrol the limbs of the great beech tree, looking down onto the ground below for any sign of predators lurking nearby. Armed with bows or slings, these sentries are tasked with raining projectiles down onto any predator below with the goal of driving them off.

Occasionally, however, the mice must venture out from the safety of the Warren in order to procure foodstuffs or supplies from the the outside world. These expeditions are extremely dangerous, but necessary to the survival of the Warren. These expeditions are led by strong, hard mice, tasked with protecting the travelers from the myriad dangers of the outside world. The greatest of these expedition leaders is Mirrik Bristleback, the Champion of Judge Brittletooth.

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<sub>Frostkeep has allowed the Whitepelts to store surplus food for years, as well as trade ice. Slaves perform all menial labor, allowing Whitepelts not stationed as slavemasters the free time to raid, trade, and scavenge for food.


Clan Whitepelt's army mostly relies on organized rows of phalanxes, and a cultural belief in destiny and a warrior's afterlife if these phalanxes fail. Aside from their standing army, the harsh martial culture followed by the Whitepelts ensures they are almost always armed.


Aside from the many rats within Frostkeep and their slaves, there are many small packs of Whitepelt traders, bandits, and slavers within the Mall. Their only true territory is Frostkeep, though the hallway leading to it is avoided by anything with sentience. The surrounding area is only unofficially their territory,
decorated with their sigil graffiti'd across random surfaces, though those quick, stealthy, or foolhardy enough manage to steal armfuls of their crops every few fortnights.


Due to their cultlike teachings, the elders and war-king maintain absolute control over the Whitepelts, though the Whitepelts are outnumbered by slaves who are double their number.


Aside from the use of Wiremagicks to open Frostkeep's door, the Whitepelts have a thin grasp of technology, and are fairly barbaric for all their trappings of civillization.


The Whitepelts are hated for their belief of superiority, but feared for their savagery. They frequently enslave captured enemies, using them for menial labor, food, or clothing to protect from their cold environment. The hall leading to Frostkeep is decorated with the crucified remains of hundreds of rats, which serve as a grim warning. Their weapons and armor are decorated with bones, their blades are tipped with the feces and offal of their diseased thralls, and their prowess in battle is known on each floor.



The Whitepelts are universally hated for their pompous nature, practice of rat-slavery, and deceitful ways. Rats are only willing to trade with them when they need to.


Given that they keep captured mice and rats as slaves alike, there is a slowly-growing uprising movement within the ranks of the Whitepelt's many, many thralls.


While acknowledging that something created The Mall, Whitepelts believe they are the chosen ones of that something. Naturally, zealous rats don't take kindly to that, be they followers of the Creators or believers of the Faith of Fire.</sub>

15/15

1. "Hungry-Hungry....FOOD...food.." Your clan is pitiful poor! Maybe you were driven off your old ground, or maybe your Pack-Clan´s land is just a inhospitable place! Yet, at least the hunger picks on the weak first, and your kin has learned how to thrive with little.. Take +1 to your Military, but also gain the "Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth" Weakness with no additional Point!

4. "We-we never Surrender! We-We kill you all!" Your Clans warriors are formidable, either through strict discipline and tactics or the use of fearsome barbarism! (+1 from Richness)

1."YOU-YOU NOT CHIEF! ME-ME AND ALL NOT FOLLOWING YOU IF NOT GIVE FOOD!" The control of the whole of the clan is barely existent, and its members must be motivated by direct personal gain, to act on the behalf of the leader! Many Opportunistic Rats join such a clan...for what it is worth! Gain +1 to POPULATION, but also gain the "A Pack Divided" Weakness with no additional Point! (-1 from Population)

5. "Wave of water? SEND IN WAVE-WAVE OF RATS! There are few clans, if any to match the size of yours, for their number is beyond counting! In the regard of Quantity, few can match your clan, and in the end, almost any problem can be tackled with the right amount of Bodies thrown at the problem! The controlling of said Problem...another task! Take -1 to your CONTROL! You will need a ground to feed and provide for all these hungry Rats, or your will suffer from "Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth" Weakness!

1."WE SMASH!"" Your people are primitive, to a point that even scavenging can be seen as an achievement for your Pack-Clan! You collect, yet don't repair! You learn barley everything, and even armor is barely understood. Yet a simple mind is easy to fill with faith.. Gain +1 to FEROCITY, but also gain the "Half-Feral" Weakness with no additional Point!

5. "Leave One-one alive to tell the tale...yet he needs no tail to do so!" Your Clan´s Name is just a whisper, a tale that makes most rats whimper by the mere thought. Feared and hated, its reputation is enough to make some rethink to fight them in the first place! Brutality, and Bestial Fury are your people's way of doing war. And while such a reputation in itself is its own reward, it can harm a Clans progress and ability to trade Take -1 to your KNOWLEDGE! You also need to act in a way that proofs your Ferocity, or get the "A Pack Divided" Weakness! (+1 from Knowledge)

Weaknesses
A Pack Divided
Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth
Half-Feral

24 points (Skulkers at the Door, A Pack Divided, Religious Turmoil, Ratolution in the Air)

4 Richness -1 = 3 Richness

5 Military

4 population (5 spent)

5 control (6 spent)

4 knowledge + 1 = 5

1 Ferocity

When one better understands the Creators Creators, you stop stop seeing them as something greater greater and start seeing them as equals equals.






While other Clan-Packs trace their lineages back to mighty warlords, generals or heroes of old, Clan-Pack Rattus's origins were much more humble. It started with a simple meal in the City of Glass before the Great Pack of old collapsed.

Several priests and scholars of the Creators had gathered together to enjoy an evening meal together in celebration of a holiday in the Creators name that time has forgotten the details of. Well fed and in good humor, an after dinner conversation about the nature of the Creators was started. While some common core elements were easily agreed on by all gathered, what started as a casual conversation quickly turned into a heated debate as details were explored. The debate turned into an almost frenzied argument and it was only because a scholar by the name of Sakata slammed his paws against the table like thunder in order to quite down the din was bloodshed avoided.

"Brothers Brothers and Sisters Sisters, fighting among ourselves will not not allow us to understand the Creators. We We must go out and learn learn what we can of the Creators and their works for ourselves before before we can even think think of understanding their nature."

Tempers cooled, the priests and scholars quickly found themselves somewhat excited about the prospect of finding more information on the Creators themselves. Within days of the meal, they had gone out and gathered several expeditions of rats and mice together with supplies for the sole purpose of heading out into the world in order to try and uncover and answer some of the great mysteries of the Creators and their works.

During the chaos of the fall of the Great Pack, the creation of the Field of Bones and the murderous tides of beasts and monsters that filled the world, the fates of many of these expeditions are unknown. What is known is that one of the expeditions was lead by Sakata himself upwards, making the long and harrowing journey up to the land between (the second floor) in order to seek knowledge there.

What they found was a treasure trove of knowledge gathered together in one place that was far beyond their wildest dreams. They found a 'Ook Stor', a place that clearly must have been of some great value to the Creators due to the massive amount of tomes of all shapes and sizes that had been gathered and stored there. So many in fact that even if a mouse or rat could read the writings of the Creators, no single being would be able to read through them all in a single lifetime. The daunting nature of the task didn't stop them through; Sakata's expedition planted itself and began a task that would require countless generations to achieve.

In time, Sakata passed and his expedition took on the title of the 'Ook Stor' Clan-Pack, each generation dedicated to plumbing the depths of the tomes of the Creators to try and gain greater insight into their true nature. That is... until a certain tome was opened up. Inside were pictures of -thousands- of different creatures and beasts that had never been seen by the eyes of rat or mouse, but clearly must exist in some far off, exotic land beyond the roof. Not all the creatures were strangers through...

Among the strange and exotic creatures that Creators either made or encountered (The very idea that the Creators hadn't created all life was mind boggling) were the pictures of a humble rat and a small, given the name of 'Rattus' and 'Mus'. The discovery of the original names the Creators had given them sent a shockwave through the Clan-Pack, both words quickly gaining holy importance while also giving researchers a clear indication that the history of Rats and Smalls went back so far that even the oldest tales from Beyond Time were relatively recent by comparison.

When the civil war between the Faith in the Creators and the Faith of Fire began, Clan-Pack Ook Stor quickly threw in its lot with the Faith in the Creators. While there were some... ideological differences that caused tension between the Clan and the City of Glass, both could easily agree on the fact that the Faith of Fire needed to be smothered before it could consume them all. Clan-Pack Ook Stor's role in the war was largely that of inventors and creators for the forces of the Creators; Their armor and creations became vital tools for faithful forces, through the most well known and legendary item that they created was the legendary Forgebreaker. According to Clan-Pack legend, Forgebreaker earned its name on the day that it was completed. As it was carried out of the forge it had been created in, the flame in the forge went out before it broke apart with a mighty crack.

In the current generation the Clan-Pack is slowly rebuilding its numbers after losses during the war with the Faith of Fire while attempting to maintain at least an acceptable relationship with the City of Glass despite recent tensions.



Clan-Pack Ook Stor has a somewhat... flexible leadership structure in that the exact number of leaders changes with time. The Clan-Pack favors the leadership of a council made up of the oldest and wisest members of the Clan-Pack, a position on the council normally being offered to those who have lived long enough to start showing signs of their advanced age. Because there is no maximum size to the council, this results in the size shifting over time as members join or pass away. The only position on the Council that outlives the current occupant is that of the leader of the Warrior-Monks, who is assured a position and often in charge of military matters.

Unlike with other rat packs, Smalls that met the requirements are also free to join the Council and are generally treated with the same respect of their rat peers. After all, Wisdom is Wisdom regardless of the source.

The Council of Ook Stor do tend to be made up of Scholars, through like the position reserved for the Leader of the Warrior-Monk order members of other professions can rise into a leadership position.



Clan-Pack Ook Stor makes its home in an old abandoned book store on the second floor, but they have also laid claim to the empty store next door. Using knowledge gleamed from the tomes of the Creators and trading knowledge and well made equipment with other clan-packs, the Ook Stor rats have largely converted the empty space into a series of different farms with the import of dirt, seeds and a somewhat primitive understanding of what the Creators called 'Farming'.



From the onset of Sakata's expedition in order to uncover a greater understanding of the Creators, the Rats and Smalls that followed him all possessed a love and desire to learn and understand their gods better in order to live up to their ideals. While over the generations the relationship between the Rats and Smalls of Clan-Pack Ook Stor and the Creators may have changed, they still hold the Creators in high regard while highly valuing knowledge and technology even in the modern day.

The shared passion for knowledge shared by the rats and smalls of the Clan-Pack has resulted in the two intermingling to the point where both species are considered more or less equal over the Generations. While some jobs clearly favor the traits that either a small or a rat are born with, it isn't strange to see a Small Warrior-Monk training alongside their larger rat brothers and sisters in arms. Provided that one puts the time and effort into it to be at least on par (if not better) then their peers in the field, one can follow any path in life that they desire.

While the Clan-Pack is clearly a follower of the Faith of the Creators, it has a somewhat different relationship with their gods then other Clan-Packs that follow the faith... to the point where some of the more zealous of Creator worshiping Clan-Packs would consider them heretics.

Researching the technologies, stories, history and to the surprise of many the differing faiths of the Creators over the Generations, the Ook Stor Clan-Pack view their gods less like divine beings completely beyond understanding and more like mortals that developed a greater understanding of the world around them to the point where they could reshape it to suit their needs and desires. God-like, worthy of respect and being an example to try and live up to, but not divine in nature.


The Warrior-Monks of Clan Ook Stor have long been the militant branch of the Clan-Pack as a whole. Originally they were the warriors and protectors of Sakata's expedition, but as the Generations passed and more information from the Creators was translated the Warrior-Monk order was formed around a Creator tome literally titled 'The Art of War'.

While the Warrior Monks might not be the greatest militant force in the mall, they are well known for their good equipment, tactics and discipline... even more surprising due to the clan-pack being somewhat more pacifist in nature then other clan-packs. Clan Ook Stor might not start fights, but it's more then prepared to finish them.

Richness: 3
Military: 4
Population: 3
Knowledge: 5+1
Ferocity: 1
Control: 4

Weaknesses:
Extrraticated by Fire-
Just because a peace treaty was signed between the Faiths of the Creators and the Faiths of Fire, doesn't mean that an Ook Stor rat would live in they walked boldly into territory held by a Faith of Fire clan. After all, it was an Ook Stor weapon that felled the Burning Prophet.

A Rat or just a Mice

Religious Tension with Zealots (Faith of Creators)- 2 points.
The Ook Stor Clan-Pack have a somewhat... different viewpoint on the Creators then many of the more zealous and Orthodox of those of the Faith of Creators would be comfortable with.