“The plains was getting hotter, the creatures living there more bizzare, the plants no longer in a state mUst wanted to eat, he feed on the magic within. They got near the skaven hills, that was sure. Dead skaven bodies lied skattered around, the stinking, but in mUsts head nice, sent of rotting flesh told its tale. But nowhere in sight could they be seen, cept for the lone gutterrunners sprinting past sometimes, to fast for even mUst to catch, and to small to even be bothered with, they needed bigger things, a ratogre, the most dreaded and perverted creatures of the skavens.

mUst after using much magic found the entrance, not even one step in a growl behind him startled him, rats, skavens, ratogres, and other mutaded animals as far as his eye could see, mUst was beaten, and he knew it. mUst was angry, he had walked right into the trap, why hadn't he listened to the legends. no man can beat the skaven armies. And what was more, the suttlety of them.. the element of surprice was total.

mUst weighted, not wanting to start the battle, but knowing it was comming. One rat came forth, and asked, hard to understand but possible, "Whaaazzz yezzz wanzzz?" mUst wet his toung and started out bravely knowing he had to to even impress them a little "i want a piece of the stone" the rat looked back over his shoulder, like looking to be sure if he still had his kin behind him and came a step closer, the mummy's started moving, mUst quikly paralyzed them, the rat said "yezzz knowzzz thazzz yezz bezz ouzznumzzered", must blinked. "yes, i know and i dont wanna fight you", "itzzz OUGHEzzz Zzztooonezz", "what can i offer, to get a piece?", "wezz wantzzz nozzing fromzz youzz humanzzz and deatzzz", "can i win it?", the rat looked over his shoulder, communing in a tougne mUst never had heard before for a few minutes, then looked back. "yezz canzz playzz ougherzz gamezz thez newz gamezz fromzz thez southzz" the rat exsplained the game, it was a kinda of ballgame, it was aparently a new interrace game of brutal streangth and nible fingers, mUst was lost, he had never even heard of the game, and now HAD to play it to survive. mUst agreed.

The Rats bet a piece of the warpstone of the right size and demanded the lives of mUst and minions in payment of a loss, mUst could do little but agree, the skavens was on homeground.

mUst took a chance, betting that the skavens would use speed and agileness to win, he used brutal streangth, bringing out his biggest and meanest mummy's, and mUst played the game, 16 players from each team, 11 on pitch at a time, and then play for two periods of set time, the rules was simple, what the referie said was leagal was leagal, what he didn't see was also leagal. mUst brutalized the rats, the referie couldnt see past the giant mummys that had grown bigger the last few days, nearing the warpstone they had gotten emence streangth. It sone turned into a bloodbath and after the game was done the skaven withdrew into the caves again, leaving the dead behind.

The storm vermin, the one mUst first talked with, came forth, holding a piece of the warpstone fourth, mUst was sickened and fell back, alone the power of this small piece barely the size of a fingernale was too much for mUst to hold. He ordered a mummy to carry it, having no soul to pervert and already being dead it had little choise. mUst walked away slowly, sick from the short time being that near the stone he was carried by his minions.

mUst was proud, his minons hadn't failed him once yet.

He continued his walk toward the hill of chaos, home of the chaos dwarfs, the perverted dwarfs that had alied themself with the forces of chaos.

Great game, no whinning from the other coach, brave one indeed, gl in future m8!

as always

-mUst ”