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7/4/2025, 3:58:47 AM
Muskat’s whiskers twitched. The crater was not glowing. No no, it was not glowing, it was smoking. This was not good. He could not smell anything, except for burnt man-things, but they had done that, not the crater. His fellow clan-rats were walking about, pawing anything they could off the townspeople, anything that wasn’t burnt that is. They had seen the sky-thing come down, oh yes, but it had landed near man-things and they would take it, sell it, steal it away, no no no, cannot let them do that. Not supposed to come out, not yet, must wait, yes yes, but sky-thing could be witch-stone, tasty stone, cannot let man-things have it. And so they had poured out and attacked them.
Man-things had not fought too hard. A little too easy. Let the fire get out of control. They were supposed to fight it. But then the town burned down and all the man-things had died or fled. Many clan-rats dead too, but less than man-things. Exchanged for wyrdstone. But now there was no wydstone! Muskat was disappointed. Had wanted to taste it. But there was none, no no!
Only small bits of metal, and they tasted like metal too. Pah. Muskat was looking through the sky-metal and there was nothing. Nothing! Nothing but some boxes with an eagle thing on them. And what was in those boxes? More metal! Round-things. He had bit into those too. They did not taste nice.
There were lots of these round-things. They all looked the same too. Muskat wondered. He picked one up. Yes yes, the same as the other ones. But they all had rings attached to them, and metal prongs. Bumpy too. What did they do? Why were they all the same? Muskat tugged, and the ring came out. What was this? Was it a toy? He tried to put it back in.
Seconds later, Muskat, and the entire pallet of grenades that had fallen from the sky blew up, and the Skaven retreated to their hovels, cursing the sky-things that had tricked them. The story was told to other clan-rats, and then to other clans, and somewhere, Skaven began to listen and thought curiously about these things from the sky…
Man-things had not fought too hard. A little too easy. Let the fire get out of control. They were supposed to fight it. But then the town burned down and all the man-things had died or fled. Many clan-rats dead too, but less than man-things. Exchanged for wyrdstone. But now there was no wydstone! Muskat was disappointed. Had wanted to taste it. But there was none, no no!
Only small bits of metal, and they tasted like metal too. Pah. Muskat was looking through the sky-metal and there was nothing. Nothing! Nothing but some boxes with an eagle thing on them. And what was in those boxes? More metal! Round-things. He had bit into those too. They did not taste nice.
There were lots of these round-things. They all looked the same too. Muskat wondered. He picked one up. Yes yes, the same as the other ones. But they all had rings attached to them, and metal prongs. Bumpy too. What did they do? Why were they all the same? Muskat tugged, and the ring came out. What was this? Was it a toy? He tried to put it back in.
Seconds later, Muskat, and the entire pallet of grenades that had fallen from the sky blew up, and the Skaven retreated to their hovels, cursing the sky-things that had tricked them. The story was told to other clan-rats, and then to other clans, and somewhere, Skaven began to listen and thought curiously about these things from the sky…
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