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<span class="mu-i">You useless-worthless worms ! How dare-dare you to disobey my-my command !</span>
<span class="mu-s">With great rage, the empyreal form of the Horned Rat lashes out and for just a moment, a God descends upon reality as the world itself shakes.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You shall spread-spread disease upon the elf-things ! Fail and die-die ! Suffer !</span>
The booming voice of the Horned Rat echoes out across the tunnels, to be heard far and wide by the skaven across this filthy, teeming city of theirs. And shortly thereafter, green warpfire engulfs the platform and its surroundings. Howling screams of pain, agony and torment ripple across reality as everyone caught in the fire is condemned to a painful and truly horrid death.
Those Skaven, lucky enough to be out of the circle of fire, all run as fast as their legs can carry them, scurrying like their lives depend upon it (because they do) in an attempt to spread their God’s command far and wide.
With great and endless curiosity, you follow these runners as they return to the safety (a strong word) of their clans.
The passage of time moves swiftly thereafter, for beings like you decades can pass in a blink of an eye, so a mere week is nothing compared to such. The messengers continue to run to other under-cities, but those of this place had already gathered with great gusto, all fearing that the endless roaring green fire and the unending screams would spread to engulf them.
“The Great Horned Rat give-give us authority. We speak-talk in Great Horned Rat’s name !” Another great seer that only had to avoid fifteen assassination attempts in order to get to the meeting proclaims, having burst into the room and not caring in the slightest what was being discussed before.
“You burn-burn !” A Clanlord bares his fangs. “You fail-fail, Great Horned Rat does not give-give you command ! You are not even sick-sick !”
Warp powers crackle around the grey seer, but the Clanlord, towering over the grey seer and clad in thick heavy armour, appears undeterred.
All the while, you quickly catch from the corner of your eyes, what appears to be a brown-furred skaven that had coated itself in coal dust, up in the rafters, busily raising what appears to be a large round object that is carefully being hit at a metal outcropping, causing a few sparks to jump out. All the while muttering to himself and cursing a bit louder than he really should.
The other gathered Clanlords are all also slowly raising their weapons, you see as one in particular appears to be busy sneaking out, rather unsubtly giggling to itself as he is moving towards what appears to be a janitorial closet. Thanks to your omniscience, you are able to easily see what appears to be a hidden warpfire thrower, a leaky warpfire thrower.
Suddenly, one of the Clanlords slips, slamming into the ground with a pained whimper and all at once:
“DIE-DIE !” The grey seer unleashes warp lightning.
