Making the Tzar's death look like a hunting accident is
probably the best path forward, but what-if...
Wascally Weber
The forests of Kislev are hardly bereft of danger; powerful wild animals, dark creatures, goblins, even the occasional errant vampire. A hunting accident should be relatively easy to arrange.
'Should' being the operative word here. Your first attempt was very simple: protect a bear with Aethyric Armor and let nature do your dirty-work. The Tzar's first few strikes failed to penetrate, but then, seemingly out-of-nowhere, the bear keeled over. Naturally, the Tzar celebrated and had the bear's corpse sent off to be made into a suitable trophy. Your second attempt involved using your mastery of the shadows; while hunting a particularly impressive specimen of deer, the Tzar and his hunting party completely overlooked the fact that they had entered a large encampment of forest goblins. Somehow, despite being relatively unprepared and horribly outnumbered, the Tzar survived virtually unscathed.
Your third attempt was both more and less direct. An application of Melkoth's Mystifying Miasma while the Tzar was fighting a Beastherd. This attempt showed real promise... Until a frenzied Troll entered the mix, attacking both sides of the conflict. The Tzar managed to dodge a Beastigor's strike, then proceeded to dispatch the entire herd
and the Troll, despite the fact that
time itself was working against him.
At that point, you started to smell a rat. And the rat started to smell you.
"Too-quiet man-thing," it said, Reiskspiel still very good. Though hidden from your mundane sight somewhere in the dense brush and still somehow shielded from your magical sight, you knew exactly who this was. You silently cursed your oldest friend. Seriously? "Meeting you again is an unexpected joy-complication. You hunt Tzar-thing, yes-yes?"
You felt your eyes narrow, "Maybe. What are you- same quarry?"
You heard an imperious sniff, "Tzar-thing is hard prey. Tricky. Avoid-survives even the most deadly situation-traps."
You paused, "Wait, how long have you been trying to-"
"No matter-consequence." There was a rustling sound, "Tzar-thing must die. I work towards this, you work towards this. Work together, combine-enhance chance of success? Tell no-one."
"I suppose it's better than working against each-other," you admitted slowly, mind racing. Why would the Skaven even
care about Vladimir Bokha? "Have you tried the direct method?"
"No-no. Not yet; random death better-preferable. Better effect. Tzar-thing strong-cunning; direct attempt dangerous."
You sighed, "But the indirect attempts aren't working and-" You stopped as you spied two branches intersecting, forming a familiar sign... hm. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think-believe so," the Skaven's voice paused for a moment, "but from where would we source-steal enough fish heads?"
"What? No," you said, "I've got a cunning plan..."
Tzar Vladimir Bokha surveyed the scene before him. A clearing that he'd never come across before, a hole in the ground with smoke ominously belching from it, and a sign on a tree that was surrounded in webbed footprints, similar to those of a duck or a goose. In Kislevarin, Reikspiel, and for some reason Classical, the sign read 'Skaven Season'.
"Skaven? Where have I heard that before? Doesn't matter," He shook his head, then grinned. "Shhhhh" he shushed, not realizing that his hunting companions had all been diverted elsewhere, "be
very very quiet. I'm hunting Skaven."
AN: I misplaced my glasses, became convinced a mouse stole them (istg the mice at my house are demons from hell), and by the time I found them this idea had germinated. Also, remember how Mathilde's magesight didn't detect Eshin-friend? I didn't until I re-read the original meeting. Anyway, Mathilde cleverly deduced that the Tzar was benefiting from cartoon logic, so decided to switch it up to make him the antagonist.