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MidReal Story
The Horned Rat
Scenario:Skaven invade the streets of Ubersreik leaving these very different individuals to help save the town and win the battle for Ubersreik
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Nightstar
Knight in black armour face covered by his Loren Helmet
Bardin Goreksson
Dwarf with orange braided beard clad in silver armour wielding a shield and hammer
Kerillian
A masked and hooded elf in green with white skin and black eyes
I am Nightstar, the Knight in black armour.
The face of my Loren helmet is hidden in the shadow of my black hat; only my brown eyes can be seen.
I have been fighting skaven for years, and I know them very well.
Today, Ubersreik, the city where I live, was invaded by skaven.
They poured out of the sewers like rats and attacked our citizens.
I was lucky to have survived the battle in the market place, but my sword arm was wounded by their poisonous dagger.
I had to retreat to the Temple of Morr.
Luckily, the priests there were kind enough to treat my wound.
After resting for a while, I felt much better and decided to go back to fight again.
As I walked out of the temple, I saw a young woman with a green hood and a mask covering her face.
She wore a white shirt and green trousers, with a bow slung over her shoulder and a quiver full of arrows on her back.
A strange outfit indeed, but she seemed to be skilled with her weapons judging from her confident stride.
She walked past me quickly without even noticing me, and I followed her closely behind.
I trail the hooded woman through the narrow streets, keeping a safe distance so as not to startle her.
The city is quiet, with only a few people left on the streets.
Suddenly, three skaven warriors emerge from a side alley behind her.
They are armed with rusty blades and shields, their clawed hands gripping tightly.
They move stealthily, trying not to be noticed by the woman.
I know that skaven are very cunning and will attack without warning.
I draw my sword and charge forward without hesitation.
The first rat-man turns just as my blade cleaves through its skull.
The second raises its shield to block my attack, but I kick it off balance and strike again.
The third tries to flee, but I quickly catch up and end its life with a swift slash of my sword.
The hooded woman finally notices the commotion and spins around, arrow nocked in her bow.
"Who are you?" she demands, her voice steady despite the chaos.
"I'm Nightstar, a knight of this city," I reply, lowering my sword slightly to show I'm not a threat.
"Then you should know," she says, eyes narrowing, "the skaven are after something more than just blood."
I lower my blade but keep my guard up, intrigued by her words.
The woman keeps her bow half-drawn, ready for any sudden movement.
She glances around cautiously, ensuring no more skaven are nearby.
Satisfied we're alone, she begins to explain in a hushed voice.
"The skaven seek an ancient artifact hidden beneath Ubersreik's cathedral," she says, her tone urgent.
"A bell, they call it. A bell with the power to summon more of their kind through magical portals."
Her words send a chill down my spine.
The skaven are already a formidable foe; if they can summon more of their own, it could spell disaster for the city.
Just then, a screech echoes from a nearby alley.
We both tense, knowing that sound can only mean one thing - more skaven are close.
We press ourselves against the cold stone wall of a nearby building, our hearts pounding in unison with the approaching footsteps.
A patrol of six skaven warriors scurries past our position, each carrying strange green-glowing devices in their hands.
They seem to be in a hurry, likely on a mission to find the bell the hooded woman spoke of. She nocks an arrow, ready to strike them down, but I grab her arm before she can fire.
"We need to warn the others first," I say urgently.
"We can't take on all these skaven alone."
She nods reluctantly, understanding the gravity of our situation.
Together, we begin creeping toward the hideout of the resistance fighters who have been fighting against the skaven invasion.
As we move through the shadows, I notice that the woman seems to know these streets very well.
She navigates us through narrow alleys and side passages that even I wasn't aware existed.
"How do you know these paths so well?" I ask, curiosity piqued by her familiarity with the city.
"I grew up here," she replies quietly, glancing back at me with a hint of a smile. "Before the skaven came, I was a guide for travelers seeking hidden secrets of Ubersreik."