They had their hull, but that was all. The Skaven had all the coin that was needed (not to mention more besides) to purchase the ships’s hull from the duardin workers, but they had come up empty handed when trying to find the rest of the machinery needed. It had taken a good long time walking the markets to figure out just exactly what was going on. It turns out, “da big blue” wasn’t a simple jaunt, and a simple ship would not make it. They needed power, lots of it, and the Skaven seemed awfully particular about exactly how to retrieve it. In the end, they had worked out where to go next though. Further along the sea, where the Alloy Ocean poured into the Interrupted Sea, was Smelter’s Shore. Here, so men in the markets said, one could find particularly…. potent means of power.
There was just a tiny problem that they had come up against though…
It turns out that that skirmish that had occurred outside the markets was simply the start. During the week or so that had passed as Borgut’s boys had scoured the markets news had started to fill the streets. The dead walked. Nearby villages were torn apart, that was certain, but recently the tales had started to seem… extreme. The deserts opening up, it’s skeletons rising after hundreds of years of decay. The Warpflame peaks shook with battle between Overlord fleets and dead dragons. The ‘Desert Lords’ amassing their forces in the Moaning Sands. An army rising out of the depths of the Gilded sea, covered in coral and seaweed and ready for war. Surely the tales had groan the further from the source, and yet, the sheer weight of the dead pressing up against the Market’s flimsy defenses proved something was going on. Refugees were now pouring into the Markets, filling all the available streets, not to mention every bed available. It was a powder keg ready to blow. Now, Borgut was having to do something he’d never thought possible, something he’d never done in his entire life. He was going to need to defend rather then destroy. It was enough to make him seem bewildered at what his life had come to.
In order to get out of the Markets and to Smelter’s Shore with his cargo safe and sound, he was going to have actually defend the city, destroying it’s attackers before they destroyed the city and overran all that lived within.