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Day 305

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I stared at the primitive gun in confusion.

It made no sense whatsoever.

There was no lighting mechanism to set off the black-powder. There was no metal used in their little wooden barrels. Most stunning of all, there was no black-powder at all. They used a wooden tube set off with a torch as firearms

I found what I think is their version of black-powder.

Glowing green dust with a strong scent of sulfur and nitrates. It tasted cool and salty like black-powder. It went off with a 'whoosh' and flash of green light when I set a small pile of it on fire.

I had the two kegs of green dust, along the ten wooden guns, sent back to the burrow. Maybe I could unlock the secrets of the green dust. I probably had a better chance of freezing hell, but, who cares about reality?

We began to feast on the few dozen bullywugs. 166 hunters survived the zerg rush we had made in the early morning hours. Far less loses than I expected to incur against a people that could take out 20 knight with minimal loses.

Those knights had let the bullywugs enough time to load their guns, while they killed the bullywugs near the river. I gave the bullywugs no such time.

When we were all stuffed and I was all fucked out, we started releasing the bullywug eggs from the riverbanks and letting them drift downstream.

It seemed easier to fish them out of the river with nets, near our cave, than to carry them all the way downstream. I enjoyed that my new Skaven mind could have such abstract ideas after almost a year stuck with a simple stoat's brain.

The glowing green dust lingered on my mind.

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Day 306

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I crushed up some of the bullywug tadpoles and mixed it into the tuber mash that I fed the experimental rabbit 'Breeders'. They were separated from the other rabbits and kept in their own chamber. I had put the biggest females, with the biggest males, and broke the female rabbits legs. All the females could do was eat, sleep, and breed.

The females were getting fat, quickly.

The hunters finished collecting the rest of the bullywug eggs and stacking them in the burrow. I spent some time with my Skaven children. They had begun to speak already, and were so full of questions.

Why is the burrow dark?

Why does she get more milk than me?

Why do we have to eat these frog-legs today?

I want more milk.

I want more pelts.

I'm cold.

I need more cock, daddy.

Me, Me , Me Why, Why, Why, Mine, Mine, Mine, Now, Now, Now...

They drove me out of the burrow quickly. I left them with Morticia to suckle them. I escaped to go on a goblin hunt.

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Day 312

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The bullywugs returned with hundreds of soldiers. There were at least 100 of the delicious frogmen riding horses in bronze armor. I could tell that these were not civilian bullywugs or breeders. The way they set up camp around the little flooded village was orderly.

Far too orderly for a small tribe of back-woods frogmen. They were organized, with wagons full of supplies and hundreds of livestock.

My mouth watered as a cow walked near the bush I was hiding in. Brisket. Ribs. Sirloin. Tenderloin. Ribeye.

I barely stopped myself from pouncing out of the bushes.

Along with the bullywug army came cages, pulled by horses. In those cages were pink little creatures that wailed loudly and/or cursed fiercely. I could hear them from across the river.

“Why me? God, Why me?”

“Please, let me out! I'm a Lord! I have gold!”

The standard variations of “Fuck you!” abounded.

I watched as the bullywugs began to burn their dead and one big bullywug begin to croak out orders.

Bluescreen supplied.

They began to cut down trees at a rapid pace.

The river, overnight, filled with tens of thousands of eggs. Far, far more than the previous times.

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Day 320

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Day evolved into a Beastman. From the neck up, she had a giant stoats head. From the neck down, she had a naked human female's body. I jumped atop her and was inside her as soon as I saw her.

She was no longer a hunter, and was instead my new favorite breeder.

We continued digging into the cave system that ran the length on the river. We had dug into a cave with running water, as an underwater river flowed through it. I had also found large chests filled with worthless gold coins.

Utterly worthless to a Skaven.

My Skaven sons began to breed with the stoatlings, and I allowed it. They were nearing maturity and may prove themselves worthy of names. I felt paternal instincts with them. The desire to teach them and protect them.

Strange feelings for a stoat father.

Normal feelings for a Skaven father.

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Day 322

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The rabbit were able to produce all the food we could want. It was easy to feed them. They all liked baked tuber mush. The tubers grew everywhere.

I sent 100 hunters out to begin digging another burrow in the grasslands. I decided to number my skaven sons and daughters, rather than name them. My first son was S1 and my first daughter was D1, etc.

If any of them proved their worth, I would name them then.

Morticia birthed another littler.

Fatherhood.

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Day 323

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The little flooded village had become a little flooded wooden fort in short order. Bullywugs patrolled the forest and grasslands for miles around. Sometimes, they brought wailing humans back with them to add to their collection.

I was puzzled about what they meant to do with the humans.

I'd have eaten them by now.