“Weaver has no trouble evading enemies to position himself for another strike.
But instead of being tormented by this like other Weavers, he was full of joy as he knew was free now and he could weave his own reality now. Other Weavers turned their backs on him and left him alone. The guardians came with a pair of scissor on their hands and cut his work out of the fabric and rewove it without him. He started to work his plan out by making minimal changes on his own fabric but his work had drawn the attention of the guardians. However, doing this tedious job on a daily basis had made him become bored and he wanted to create and weave his own realities. Like other weavers, He was in charge of a part of the fabric of reality. Among the weavers, the best known one was Skitskurr, the master of Weaver. They repaired the fabric from fading, kept it tight as well as guarded it against the attack and destruction of other creatures who try to lay eggs on the torn regions. That's why it needs to be taken care of prudently.And the creatures who were in charge of this job were Weavers, the insect-like beings. The fabric of creation plays an important role in balancing the order of the universe and any damage of this fabric will cause the destruction of the whole universe. Fate also wields the blade that cuts them short." All he had to do was tear apart this old world at the seams."Fate weaves the threads of our lives together. The raw materials he needed to weave a new reality were all around him. Free to create for himself, to begin anew. But Skitskurr rejoiced, for now he was free. Skitskurr found himself alone, apart from his kind, a state that would have been torment for any other Weaver. The guardians came, with their scissors, and Weaver's world was pared off, snipped from the cosmic tapestry, which they rewove without him in it. He began making small changes to his domain, but the thrill of creation proved addictive, and his strokes became bolder, pulling against the pattern that the Loom had woven. He wanted to create rather than merely maintain-to weave worlds of his own devising. It nagged him that the original work of creation all lay in the past the Loom had done its work and travelled on.
Skitskurr was a master Weaver, charged with keeping one small patch of creation tightly woven and unfaded. They also defend from the things that gnaw and lay their eggs in frayed regions, whose young can quickly devour an entire universe if the Weavers let their attention lapse. It is the work of the Weavers to keep the fabric tight, to repair worn spots in the mesh of reality. The fabric of creation needs constant care, lest it grow tattered for when it unravels, whole worlds come undone. He can call an attack from the future to strike his foes, making his onslaught more deadly. With his powers over the timeless plane, he can also step inside and throw himself into the past to keep himself from death.
He can swiftly walk through his enemies, bending their bodies to his will, causing pain while he strides through them. Even the famed assassin Anub'arak is hesitant to fight this beast, which comes from the plane of the spirit world. The name of this creature strikes fear into all of those who have seen the Nerubians.