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It was evening by the time the two rodent creatures had reached the surface lands. Their escape had proven to be more difficult than the two deserters expected. The group of pursuing Skaven had at one point of time almost reached a distance where they could have snatched either tails of the two newfound companions. Tharzu was forced to detonate one of the two rather precious pest grenades that he had taken along from Skavenblight, his kin’s capital. The greenish gas emitting from the most peculiar fluid within the glass ball, after it shattered on the tunnel floor, had forced the chasing Skaven patrol to recoil somewhat, giving both Tharzu and his companion time to lose them. Truly they had made it by the length of a rat’s tail…

“Me thinks we made it…” Tharzu breathlessly squeaked, observing what they stood upon with wide eyes, “This big rock nice, see much from here. Air is also nice, but why the ceiling orange? Why the ground green and soft?”

Skarsnik looked around jotting down notes as he said, “Think that is sky Skarsnik hear about. Nothing over head, so only air up there. Ground have mossy like stuff, need to look at more to figure out.”

“You is intelligent.” Tharzu remarked as he looked over at his new acquaintance, and possibly only friend.

“You smart too, in own way. White furs like guys like you, not hurt experiments...” Skarsnik replied offhandedly as he continued jotting down things.

Having regained a regular breathing tempo the brown furred creature jogged towards a lifeless tree. It stood as the only one of its kind upon the small, round plateau unto which the two Skaven had fled. After having tested the trees consistency and dryness with a few knocks and brushes the small critter began to swing his blade relentlessly at its branches. By the time he had managed to chop almost the entire tree to firewood the sun had gone down and granted view on its many distant brethren.

“What is shiny things in…um…sky, Skarsnik?” Tharzu questioned after dropping his equipment, beginning to gather the firewood into the center of the flat lesser mountain’s peak, “And why is all dark blue now?”

Skarsnik looked up as he sighed looking at them a long time. Finally he said, “My mentor spoke of Sky and stars, and a sun, perhaps these stars? And Sun gone, so its night now, unlike Skavenblight. Skaven blight always dark, always night...”

“It look nice.” The Skaven warrior mentioned.

With a quiet squeak he gestured at the stacked firewood within the center of the location. Turning, unknowing if Skarsnik had taken notice of his gesticulation the brown furred creature returned to what was left of the tree and gathered his equipment from the grass. With big, jumpy, and gleeful steps the brown fur trotted once more to the center of the plateau.

“We no have…” Tharzu paused, an uneasy expression drawing itself across his snout, “We no have grey fur to make fire…how we do fire?”

Skarsnik looked at the wood before he thought to himself. They definitely needed fire. The white fur sighed before offering a solution, "Maybe warp thing help..." He then drew the warp-thing from its holster and fired it at the wood. The sparks hit the wood but failed to ignite the logs as he sighed, "How we make fire without grey fur...maybe strike metal to metal?"

“It no work, sparks from metal no hurt…no burn…maybe…” Tharzu held out the flat of his blade towards Skarsnik, angling it slightly as if to deflect something from it, “Shoots me’s sword.”

Skarsnik aimed for the blade as he said, "Me no used to hitting small-thing. Me sorry if hit Tharzu." He then leveled the warp-thing at Tharzu's blade as he fired, the first shot hitting the blade, deflecting from it, and then hitting the pile, causing smoke to rise. As he looked at it, Skarsnik hoped, until the smoke cleared and did nothing. He sighed before he tried again firing the gun, this time sending a bolt right at Tharzu on accident.

"Skarsnik sorry!" He cringed as he watched the bolt fly at Tharzu.

With a squeal Tharzu flew backwards, his body twitching spastically in mid air. Then with a thud he went down, his fall cushioned by the grassy surface of the plateau. Quickly he pushed himself up and jumped to his feet, his eyes shooting from corner to corner trying to find his blade. With a seemingly joyful squeak he acknowledged having spotted it. After grabbing it from the ground he hopped back to his prior position. Without further hesitation Tharzu angled the blade once more in order to deflect the bolt, this time ready to twitch his blade into a different direction would the shot suffer under the poor aim of his white furred companion de novo.

“Me’s no hurt, me feel not much. Me invincible!” Tharzu remarked as his tail twitched straight once more with a blue flash of light, “Again!”

Skarsnik looked at Tharzu again as he promised to remember to jot down things about him for later in his logbook. Aiming the gun carefully he fired it one last time as he hoped it would spark the sword and the fire.

With a bright flash and a burst of smoke the pile of wood before Tharzu went ablaze. With a wide grin, flashing his sharp teeth, Tharzu dug the tip of his blade into the ground beside his buckler. After positioning his blade in a prominent position he trotted to his gadgeteer friend. Coming to his side he turned into the same direction as Skarsnik, propping a hand on his slightly smaller companion’s shoulder.

“We best. Better than human-things, better than elven-things, greenskins. Best.” The brown furred rat remarked joyfully as he peered into the growing fire.

Skarsnik smiled as he added, "Yes, better than grey furs! We don't need grey furs tell us what to do."

“Better than grey furs!” Tharzu repeated as he trotted from his white furred ally’s side.

Skarsnik departed to the eastern most edge of the peak, drawing book and writing utensil in the go. It was more than obvious that both were happy with their current situation, a relieving dream had come true for the two, accordingly large where the grins on their ratling faces. Tharzu had by now gathered up his buckler and shield, standing somewhat perplexed next to the fire for a moment. Suddenly with an outburst of joy he held the buckler in front of his chest and began to slam the flat of his blade against it. Relentlessly banging his sword against his shield he began to trot around the fire in circles, pulling each step as high as he could. The night went on with Tharzu light-heartedly trotting around the fire, chanting Skaven songs at full volume with his squeaky voice, a beaming smile across his face during the pauses between words or the change of songs.

It took a fair account of hours until the Skaven was finally so exhausted that he simply fell back into the grass with a sigh and drifted into a well deserved sleep…an unceasing smile across his lips.

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