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Day 231

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I awoke to a Burrow overflowing with stoatlings. There were piles of gel covered little tadpoles. The burrow stank of amniotic fluid and stoat shit.

I noticed the all four of my breeders had evolved into something new.

All of them rested on a pile of young, squirming in a writhing mass of kits.

Id' truly interfered and changed the stoat's evolution. This world had strange natural laws and stranger beasts. I began to inseminate the breeders anew.

And the Bluescreen started bugging me and ruining my glorious orgy.

“You wasting my time for a purpose?”

“Why haven't I already?”

“What kind of choice?”

“Or?” I prompted. I'd rather not be hunted as a pest.

“Skaven, please.” I answered immediately.

I collapsed to the raw pelt and tadpole covered floor.

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Day 235

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I got to work expanding the burrow as soon as awakening. Tons of dirt were moved by a small army of stoatlings.

Then I tackled a morale problem related to the foreign food's flavor.

I made fire for the first time. The Stoats would have run before, but the Stoatlings stayed and watched. As the tadpole began to pop and sizzle with grease, mouths began to water. The first bite of cooked baby frog was heaven.

The other stoats were hooked to the idea fire and it's food improvement ability. I was just glad with the progress as we cooked the tadpoles on sticks and feasted inbetween shifts spent digging the burrow deep into the hill.

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Day 236

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I made all the new stoatlings begin to practice with atlatls and blowguns. We were too weak to fight large monsters with out teeth and claws alone. With short bone throwing spears and poisoned blowgun darts, we began to dominated the riverbanks and small forest around us.

The Wolves still controlled the grasslands on the other side of the river.

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Day 240

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There were a few bullywugs at the river this morning. Strange bullywugs. Unlike the small tribe before, these bullywugs were armed with spears and shields. Morticia alerted me at once and took me to see.

A dozen in all, there were gesturing to the river and making arm motions over the corpses of their brethren that littered the riverbank. I assume some sort of blessing or lamentation. Who could understand their croaky language.

They all cried out suddenly and banged their spears on their shields in a cacophony of croaks and clangs. They quickly retreated deep into the forest afterwards. I redoubled training my stoatling hunters.

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Day 245

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The bullywugs returned with over 30 armored soldiers and began to set up a camp along the riverside. They had spears and large shields with boiled leather armor. They were noisy and within audible distance from the burrow. We redirected our energy to digging deeper into the hill. I stopped hunting during the day. During the night, we pushed all of the dirt out of the borrow into a mound around the entrance.

There were too many of us to hide.

I had the burrows entrance made smaller and the another two escape tunnels dug. I made the entrance slightly larger than my head. As long as I could get my head through, my body could follow.

I was easily the fastest digger. My larger skaven muscles allowed me to dig a massive(for stoats) chamber large enough for me to stand and walk in. I continued digging. I extended the chamber to around 20 body lengths across. The stoatling hunters began to make their own personal tunnels and nesting rooms spanning off from there.

I had the breeders and young moved deep inside the hill. If the bullywugs discovered us, they would at least survive until they starved. Our small size was our best defense. Our small size was our greatest weakness.

We had 2 weeks worth of bullywug eggs to feed us, and no real need to hunt, so we continued to dig. We mixed piss and shit with ashes(when we had them) and dirt to coat the dirt walls. We used rocks to pave the main chamber and began to use it to train my youngest daughters how to use the tiny blowguns and atlatl spears.

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Day 250

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The bullywugs had begun to cut down the forest around them and build palisade walls. A few dozen more bullywugs showed up and began to help them. They were smaller than the soldiers but sped up the construction of a defensive wall quickly.

I have no idea where they came from, but I suspect there are a great many bullywugs in the heavily forested hills to the west of us.

Overnight, the river filled with thousands of eggs, again.