"Iquzeel you filthy bastard! You have no idea kgghhh... I hope you will never find the Stones! It will be your fault. Kghh..kh." - the backstabbed warlord spit his last words and some blood.
The bastard calmly wiped his blade in the robes of his dead rival and took his pouch and a brownish scroll. The sun was low on the horizon but still burning hot as Iquzeel Hideripper stood up on the corpse of his dead rival.
"I'm the Warlord of this clan now! Yes, YES!" - he screamed - "Follow me for Shiny Shiny Riches or dare to cut my throat tonight! From tomorrow we are marching to gather the Rat Stones, our golden fortune and fame over the witless other clans!"
Faint squeaking of the nearby clanrats showed that they are not so fired up with the new Warlord, but they knew, better not to mess with The Hideripper. The so mentioned Shiny Riches part didn't sound too bad to the clanrats. One clan member's hand was shaking from great excitement, the clans most powerful Warlock Engineer Xakch Shardeye couldn't beleive his luck...
Yesterday Iquzeel overheard a conversation between the previous warlord Snuet and Engineer Xakch. They talk something about Rat Stones, fearful power, wealth and defeat. He couldn't sneak closer and a skaven camp is a noisy place and the warlock was coughing loudly, so he didn't heard anything in detail, but this was enough for him.
"Rat Stones eh? And they are leaving me out of this." - he mumbled - "I won't let this. I won't allow them to get their hands on the Stones. All will be mine mine."
His anger strengthened over the day and was trying to stay close to the insidious duo, but he was not able to find out more about their plan. However Iquzeel noticed that Warlock Shardeye is examining a scroll several times while he watched and finally passed it over to Warlord Snuet before the night.
Iquzeel spent the night planning how could he peak on the scroll to find out what is it. Before morning rise, he haded to Snuet to steal the scroll, but the Warlord was not alone and a loud argument was going on.
"...I don't care about that, those are not Your Stones. We are not going to North I will lead the clan to East! And I will burn the map once this is over."
The warlock stayed silent for a while, but his eyes were burning with anger staring at the Warlord. A long minute have passed when Xakch started to cough heavily and walked away, he didn't dare to attack the clan's leader face to face and it looked like he is sick.
What Iquzeel Hideripper saw was the last sparkle he needed.
"So the scroll is a map and Snuet will change the direction where they are heading." - went through his head.
The quarell just now showed how important the scroll is. Iquzeel killed for lesser things every day and this is something really important. He didn't know why exactly, but important!
Two weeks have passed after Iquzeel Hideripper took the lead of the clan. Following the map they arrived to a brownish swamp and were marching it for some days now going deeper. The only strange thing was that they met no enemies in their jurney for the past weeks. Even now the only living things were flies. A lot of flies making infuriating buzz.
Finally Iquzeel reached the spot on the map what he was looking for. Fist sized yellowish stones were on the ground and floating on the water. He picked up one and after examining it he found out how wrong he was the whole time, the slimy stone looked valueless. Xakch Shardeye was holding another stone in his hand and sick coughing left his mouth. Or was it sick Laughing? These are not Rat Stones but Rot Stones, and the disease of the Grandfather started to spread across the clan sealing their fate.
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