A large vein of warpstone has jutted out of the earth here, in a quantity large enough to warp the surrounding vicinity. Crystals the size of a house. The power to harness unbelievable transmutation if one is willing to risk it. A mining operation by enterprising skaven has already been underway here, but it seems they themselves have difficulty in securing the rigs against the now-mutated rampaging monsters. And this kind of mining is already volatile and dangerous. But the prize is most tempting.
Middle of the road
‘Sigrid stood at the gates to the inner city, clutching her gun tightly as the people gathered around before the regiment. They all looked rabid and malnourished as they clutched makeshift weapons. They yelled things and threw objects at the gates. The crowd grew louder and larger, and they threw more stones and loose pipes. Until a gunshot sounded, and a man in front of her fell. The crowd roared, and she was swept up in a flood of bodies.’
