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Day 325

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My skinny stoat-variant arms were steadily bulking up. My diet was of all tier 4(t4) meat. Considering that I was t4, I needed all the evolved calories that apparently make you level up as a monster. Bluescreen tried to explain in detail about some kind of 'genetic evolution' blah blah. Boiled down to, eat higher tier meats and you will gain levels.

It wasn't the the only way to level up. Killing and training level you up as well. Killing higher tier monsters gained you levels fastest of all according to Bluescreen.

I continued to exercise and diet.

My exercise was the standard daily run for cardio followed by weight lifting. For diet, I began to hoard the bullywug eggs. I barred the stoatling from eating anymore of the bullywug eggs. The eggs would make my planned army of stoatlings smart and harder to control.

With certainty that eating higher tiered monsters monsters would make you evolve, I had a few ideas. I needed as few of my people to evolve as possible. If one of my sons got lucky and somehow evolved before I could hit t5, everything would be ruined.

A cold sweat developed on my nose as I glanced in the direction of the nesting cambers.

I believe eating cooked meat made a huge difference to my calorie intake. Bluescreen said that as I leveled up as a Skaven, I'd become a larger and smarter version of myself.

My new status/title was

Don't ask me how the titles work. Or if titles had any effect on the world around me. Bluescreen would not or could not elaborate.

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Day 332

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We took turns digging. Rotating shifts constantly dug our burrow deeper into the eath. The cave with the underground river was expanded to hold our massive rabbit population. Thousands of rabbits had been breed in a very short amount of time.

They went were cooked by the dozen In two large ovens. The ovens were closer to a bbq pit than a modern or even a dutch oven, but it worked all the same. The some exited through a tunnel under a thicket of trees to hide the visible smoke. We couldn't hide the smell however. It started to attract the attention.

I was my own favorite cook. I spent long hours in the kitchen chamber. The nearby forest was abundant with life. I ate wild garlic stuffed orc. A boar filled with goblin meat and wild berries.

A cloy pot full of bullywug eggs and with wild onions and rabbit livers was what I fed to the Stoatling mothers everyday as their sixth meal of the day. I was in the kitchen chamber when I heard human voices begin to echo.

“Is it the Bullywugs?”

“It must be dwarves underground. No one else would go to such lengths to hide underground this close to the Dark Forest. They must have hidden the entrance to their tunnels once the bullywugs came in force.“ One voice human voice drifted down the tube.

I stopped chopping wild onions as I heard the noise. Why hadn't my hunters told me before? Morticia ran into the kitchen chamber. “Humans coming,” she chittererd. “six scores of them, on horses.” I'd taught her to count to 20 on her claws. “Ten scores on foot. Attacking the bullywugs.”

I whistled. “Those bullywugs are fucked.!” I squeaked back.

“What was that sound?” Another voice drifted down the hole. “It came from the chimney.”

The humans heard us?

“Hello down there!” A human voice called. “We could use the help of the mighty Dwarve's help against the bullywugs.”

“We can Help you against the bullywugs.” I spoke out without thinking, using the human voice I was capable of exercising for the first time. My voice was low gravely.

“Really!” The human voice sounded excited “How many of you are there?”

“Two hundred.” I answered back. “But we need to make a deal first.”

“For the help of two hundred dwarves in this war, I'll grant you land in my province and a noble title to your leader. We don't have a settlement of dwarves in my lands. Name whatever else you would like master dwarf. “

“Bring your leaders here tomorrow at midnight, and we will discuss a treaty. I have no wish to trade dwarven lives for petty title and a pittance of land.” I lied. “Meet me here tomorrow at midnight. Bring your leaders.”

Oh shit.

The human race is dangerous. Especially where non-human races are involved. I'd drawn attention to myself.

Oh shit.

There was an army of humans sieging the bullywug fortress. They called it a war... They weren't talking about this battle. The humans were at war the frogmen? They knew where my burrow was.

Oh shit.

They thought we were dwarves. Round little humans shaped creatures that humans sometimes killed like they were monsters by the human, according to Bluescreen.

I had to get out of this sticky situation like a skaven. I had to kill the humans before word of my burrow's location got out. That or forge a human-beast alliance. Such an alliance was as likely as rabbit and stoat treaty relations.