Grey Seer Skitterclaw was anxious. Anxious yet excited. With his limitless talent he had been able to feel the winds of magic growing in the area for the past few months. Warpstone fueled visions had filled his mind with promised riches that would be his if he were to investigate.

Yet a nagging doubt clawed at him, a fear. No, he wasn’t afraid, of course a Grey Seer such as he had nothing to fear from the other, lesser, species of the Olde World. But yet it was there. He tuttered and put it down to the rival clans wanting to take this power for themselves. No other could have it, it was his alone.

Soon the world would see, they would see the power of the Great Horned Rat…