Clan Skryre is the foremost of the Skaven warlock-clans, a cabal of mad artificers whose warp-lightning cannons and jezzail teams have levelled the walls of kings. Where other ratmen trust in numbers and teeth, Skryre trusts in the crackling potential of refined warpstone, harnessing it through machines that as often as not consume their makers in green fire.
The clan's warlock-engineers are drawn from the arcane academies of Skavenblight, each obsessed with outdoing his rivals in lethal ingenuity. Poison Wind globadiers, warp-lightning weapons, and rattling doomwheels pour from Skryre's foundries beneath the Skaven empire, sold to warlords for outrageous tithes of slaves and warpstone.
Yet ambition runs deeper than commerce. Skryre's grey seers scheme upon the Council of Thirteen itself, certain that whichever clan masters the raw stuff of Chaos will one day rule all ratkind. Their inventions are as likely to detonate as to fire, but a single working machine can unmake an army, and so the Under-Empire endures their arrogance.