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The Imperial Year of 2521 - Kislevite border of the Worlds Edge Mountains.

It had been three days since the sentries had first seen them. A group of mercenaries or 'adventurers', whatever they called themselves. They were heading through Silver Glade Valley - towards the entrance of an ancient Dwarven Outpost. One of the entrances to the Lair of Clan Skulk. His domain.

Lord Gristleclaw the Mighty, Lord of Clan Skulk, sat upon his throne, crudely fashioned out of obsidian.
'Yes-yes, Lord Gristleclaw! The sentries have reported the man-things, elf-things and beard-things are heading towards one of the old outposts of the beard-things!'
The messenger had a high pitched voice. Even for a Skaven. With a single move of his hand, Gristleclaw's Stormvermin stepped forward, killed the messenger, and then ate him. Bad news could wait.
'Let them enter our domain. They will find no treasure, and before they will be able to return, they will all be dead.'
Damned treasure hunters. Another thing sprung into his mind: what if it weren't treasure hunters? What if someone in the Clan had 'accidentally left' the location of their stronghold somewhere, hoping the man-things would get rid of him?
It was not only time to get rid of the adventurers, but also his rivals.

after hearing about a treasure hunting party heading towards the worlds end mountains blackfur decided that gaining a few extra tokens could help a few things around his hovel. he then took after the group following them at a distance

Meanwhile rumors spread like warpfire through the warrens of Gristleclaw's lair. The news of approaching adventurers (and the untimely death of the messenger) had a telling effect on even the lowest of the clanrats. Everywhere knives were sharpened, tokens were stashed away, and possible quick exits were eyeballed and memorized.

after scurrying behind the group for a few hours the group decided to set up camp. black fur wanted to have some fun and knowing that dwarfs and elves didn't like each other much he stole one of the dwarfs hair dye just before he was going to redye his beard. after a few minutes of looking the dwarf red faced marched out side and yelled at one of the elves and a argument broke out between the two blackfur just stood behind a bush snickering

In a little under an hour Gristleclaw's hoard had vanished like a puff of smoke. Slaves, Clanrats, and even Stormvermin had suddenly remembered pressing business elsewhere, or were jam-packed into the best places to hide.
Except Snurlrat.
Days before the commotion, he had chanced to find a secret room in the old dwarf hall, filled with many barrels. He had been doing his best to sample the contents of each one, in order to determine if it was of fine enough quality to present to the exalted lord Gristleclaw. Maybe Gristleclaw would reward him with a more favorable position in the clan. But he had to be sure and test every one.
After a long night of testing, Snurlrat woke and wondered where everyone had gone.

Trian sat on his throne of Iron and Skulls made when the original leaders of the Clan walked the realm but they were dead and Trian was leading them.

"My lord!" A deep voice groaned from the right of the Throne, Trian turned his head too see his scout chief standing there.

"Clan Skulk is having trouble with Treasure hunters searching ruins. We believe they are hiding something in their lairs...." The scout was cut off by the Chieftain's hand wrapping around his throat.

"We have a Alliance with Clan Skulk but maybe a small meeting with their leader might clear things up." Trian chuckled as he released the scout, we he hit the floor the scout scurried away into the dark too request a meeting.

as blackfur was still following the group he remembered something. this is the land of clan skulk and he thought that if he could persuade the chieftain that he could get rid of his problems then maybe he could get a fee warp tokens plus any loot. it was time to have a meeting with the chieftain.

Snurlrat began to think think quickly. This may be a good time to present the dwarf-things ale to Lord Gristleclaw and collect rewards while no interlopers were about to steal the credit. On the other paw, Gristleclaw might kill Snurlrat and keep the treasure himself. Or possibly Snurlrat could sell the barrels for many warp tokens if he could think of a way to move them quick quick. Or Snurlrat could kill old Gristleclaw and become Lord Snurlrat.....the possibilities were endless.
In any case Snurlrat decided to sneak sneak towards Gristleclaw's throne room and listen to see what was going on....

black fur walks up to what he thought was was the entrance to the under city he walked in slowly and quietly watching for any scouts or traps as he walked deeper he could hear screech and murmurings he could tell he was getting closer to the city

Snurlrat waited in the shadows as legions of stormvermin marched past enroute to the outer defenses of the under city. Warpfire thrower teams and Jezzails marched by as well. It looks like Gristleclaw is expecting to fight fight soon, he thought to himself.
Making his way through the now empty guardrooms, he found a passage leading to the throne room. He crept along until he found an old beard-thing statue and hid behind it in the dark, and listened. This will be a perfect spot to hear what is going on, he thought, and his tail twitched in nervous anticipation.

as black fur sneaked along the long halls he heard marching and chattering he hid in the shadows watching as the storm vermin passed after he could hear them no more he continued on his way. towards the throne room along back passages. he found the throne room slowly he walked closer then he noticed a clan rat hiding near a statue he slowly crept up on the unalerted clanrat and drew his short blade and quickly and silently grabbed the vermin and placed the blade at its thorough

Something grabbed Snurlrat and startled him so badly he squirted the musk of fear. Hard. (perhaps propelled by the copious amounts of beard-thing ale he had ingested the night before) In a moment of pure revulsion, the assasin's grip loosened and Snurlrat twisted away. Swinging his own sword in a wild arc behind him, it caught the asassin's blade and sent it clattering loudly across the floor.

with his sword thrown from his grip the assassin watched the rat closely
"you must have some serious luck rat their are not many that can throw a sword from my grip" blackfur said sneering

looking at the clanrat's sword he noticed the glowing rune
"what is that some enchanted sword?"

"N-n-n- no", squeaked Snurlrat, visibly shaken, his fur bristling and teeth chattering. "Its just an old sword from the b-beard things junk heap."
Indeed, it looked quite ordinary, if a bit rusty and bent, and had stopped glowing if it ever had.

Snurlrat knew an assassin when he saw one. Had some one sent one after him? His mind reeled as he backed carefully away. Maybe this assassin was here to kill kill Lord Gristleclaw!
Snurlrat bowed low and squeaked, "S-sorry-sorry oh exhalted one, I was not expecting your holyness to grab me."

blackfur walks over to his sword and picks it up and sheaths it he then asks
"what are you doing listing in here for? and where have you been to get the smell of so much of the bearded things ale?"

Lord Gristelclaw heard the voices, and several other sounds. With a mere gesture, four of his Stormvermin stepped towards the source of the noises, armed to the teeth...

"I live here, asassin" said Snurlrat. "Who are you, and why do you sneak sneak into Lord Gristleclaw's throne room?"

"well rat as you may know a few "hunters" are coming to the under city to ....."
just at that moment blackfur heard heavy steps and the clank of heavy Armour a sound he knew all to well
"storm vermin"
he then scurried up the wall of the cave into the darkness with his black cloak around him he was invisible to everything.
as the storm vermin walked by him they started sniffing he then remembers the musk he could smell around the rat he then scurryed along the roof of the cavern towards the throne room he then went inside along the roof then he found a rat that was obviously a lord of some kind.
watching him. closely.

Gristleclaw felt someone was in the room that wasn't him or one of the Stormraven that stood inside it.
'Has that chieftain already paid up?'
'Yes-yes, lord! He has indeed! I have been so free to place it in your treasury, oh mighty ruler!'

Chieftain Trian's messenger ran into Lord Gristleclaw's throne room, the old halls were huge and echoed with every step taken. The messenger stepped to the front of the throne and knelled in-front of the lord.

"My lord, Chieftain Trian wishes a meeting between our might Clans too discuss our current Problems.

-----Back at Trian's Throne Room----

A feast of Bearded things and pointy eared people was perfect: Meat. Ale and fighting.

"Ah! This is a great night. WARRIORS TO THE ARENA!" Trian yelled as he grabbed a warrior and threw him over the table. He marched from the table, threw the hall doors open and marched too the arena each warrior would battle too the death for their opponents rank or they would battle Slaves just for food.

As Trian march something smelt wrong, a new rat was in the fortress a mixture of wet fur and ale filled Trian's nose.

"I know you are here. COME OUT COWARD!" Trian yelled into the open air. Suddenly a young rat dropped from the ceiling and landed in front of Trian, then kneld.

"My lord. Clan Snerk sent me too discuss a meeting." The new rat squeaked.

When the stormvermin noticed Chief Trian's messenger coming in, Snurlrat saw his que and took off back toward the guardrooms. It was probably not the best time to disturb Lord Gristleclaw.
Poking around the room soon yielded enough scraps to make a good, if mismatched, suit of leather armor. If there was to be a fight he would be prepared. After putting it on he covered it with his filthy rags and cloak, so it wouldn't be too noticeable.

blackfur crawled along the roof of the cavern in the shadows where there was no light at all watch as the messenger ran through the entrance and telling the warlord about another clan
"another clans coming here this will be interesting" blackfur said to himself
watching as the other rat he met with earlier running away. as the messenger left he dropped from the cavern roof on to the floor in front of the warlord. as two of the storm vermin turned and redyed their weapons he almost instantly threw two poisoned throwing knifes in gaps between their Armour plates killing both of them outright.in a still crouched position he lifted his head a snickers

Meanwhile, Snurlrat crept closer to the entrance of the hold, in the hopes of getting a glimpse of whatever it was that caused all the excitement. As luck would have it, the backs of the army just came into his view in the dim light when a Chieftan yelled Fire-fire and all of the jezzails and warpfire throwers opened up on an enemy somewhere beyond his field of vision. Suddenly there was an awful WHOOOSCH noise when several warpfire throwers misfired at the same time. While one of them spun around in circles, barbequeing all the rats around it, another just exploded, taking out an entire regiment of stormvermin in the process.
This was too much for the packed-in clanrats nearby and they fled over each other for the rear. The reek of fear was strong as within seconds, the entire army of clan Skulk was in full-panic retreat.
Snurlrat once again ducked behind a broken statue and waited as the rats ran by. He felt the urge to flee as much as any of the others, but was oddly resolute.

Tarix Torgaddon was setting up camp for the night with 5 other adventurers. Two burly strong human warriors. One Female elven Healer. One Male Elven Pyromancer. (Obvious couple). Plus one little young dwarven axe throwing mad dwarf, whom had gotten quite close with Tarix. Who was to be fair quite big for a dwarf and quite a bit older. He watched with content as the humans played a card game together before sleeping and the elves sat humming a sweet soothing song. Although the young dwarf was looking for some of his hair dye... Odd thing for a young Dwarf to have. The dwarf turned and stormed towards the Elves. He was stubborn like all dwarfs and started a row. Tarix heard some snickering and went to check where it came from nothing was there... 'Interesting...' He thought to himself. That was when *Smack* The Pyromancer Elf swung his staff around knocked the young dwarf over. Not before being tripped up at the same time. The Humans sat giggling with themselves.

Tarix strode in and roared slammed the young dwarf and both elves to the floor as they were getting back up and shouted. 'STOP... There is no need of squabbling someone... Something else stole your dye. If we are to act as a group we must treat eachother as friends.' He then added 'Next person to squabble gets...' He stopped when he waved his massive axe around... They got the jist of things.


(OOC: Sorry hope you don't mind me godmodding the other adventurers. I thought I might aswell whilst we wait for more.)

((OOC) No problem here. Please continue in order to get the party's timeline up to the botched ambush at the entrance.)

As the smoke cleared and all noises had faded, Snurlrat surveyed the damages. He soon found a fine Warplock pistol and some ammunition amongst the charred remains. "These will serve me well" he muttered to himself.

The next morning everyone got up and went on their trudge onwards to the old dwarven cave where the treasure was. Of course Tarix knew better where they were heading was the same place his parents were taken from him. They were not hired to find treasure but to find and kill the skaven clan run by Gristleclaw... Gristleclaw, Tarix spits on that name. He knew it all too well. A skaven bigger than most a few inches taller than Tarix. Tarix took this job on for a reason to hopefully get is revenge. This is why he needed the group to work as a team. After a few hours of walking occasionally pausing each time they saw or heard skittering and shadows. They had arrived at the entrance of the dwarven cave.

(narration) As the party came to a halt before the ruined old Dwarven gates, one of the humans clumsily nudged a pebble with his foot. It bounced down the stairs into the blackness below. Before Tarix could slap him for his carelessness, a loud series of explosions, punctuated by screams, ripped through the front of the old hall near the foot of the main stair.
"It is as if they were expecting us." Quipped the Elf-mage.

as black fur stood up the storm vermin raised their weapons. one of them charged forward. blackfur sidestepped the large rat drew his sword and stabbed the rat in the back. he slowly walked up to Gristleclaw his sword still drawn "so your the famed warlord Gristleclaw" he said "i heard you had a little intruder problem and i have come to help i have already scouted out the camp a know exactly what your facing all i want in return is a measly sum of 200 warp tokens now i could also rid you of this problem for say another 300 tokens sounds fair right?" looking at Gristleclaw the warlord looked like he was considering the offer

((ooc) sorry haven't been on for a while. also i didn't know how much warp tokens were worth so i just put those numbers down.

Snurlrat peered out through the smoke and spied the reason for all the fuss.
Adventurers. Some man-things, beard-things, and some elf-things.
They must be great warriors indeed to have scared off Gristleclaw's army so quick-quick.
Snurlrat decided to keep to the shadows and observe them for a bit. Would they come inside? Why were they here? So many questions. He pondered.....