Storm clouds gather over the Border Princes, unnoticed by a reclusive wizard engrossed in his profound discovery: An Elfish crystal altogether with something far more sinister.
Thunder crackled around a small stone tower hidden deep within the territories of the Border Princes. Inside, a wizard sat at an old oaken desk, scratching writings onto a scroll. The crystal sat beside the scroll, and it was was glowing faintly. The wind howled around the window beside him and blew one of his scrolls off the table. He grunted in frustration and picked it up.
At the gate to this tower appeared a Skaven, a ratman. It crept towards the entrance to the tower. As a member of the Clan Eshin, this Skaven was adept in the art of stealth and assassination. It entered the tower and quietly neared the wizard at work. Despite his focus being on the crystal, the wizard sensed the Skaven and got up.
"Prepare to die, sewer fiend," he said and started the incantation to cast a fireball.
But before he could unleash it, a second Skaven appeared from the shadows, grabbed him from behind and slit his throat. The wizard slumped to the ground.
"Die-die, sewer fiend," the second Skaven, Skarfester, sneered at the dead wizard and cackled. "Enough, Gutter-runner. Look-search, warpstone," the first ratman, Rancid, said. They searched to room for a few seconds, before spying the crystal on the desk.
"Ahhhhhhhh, waaaarpstoone" Skarfester said, picking up the crystal.
"Thanquol, hate-hate. Hmmmm, Grey Seer though. Thanquol pay much-much. Good. Like-like, hate-hate" Rancid said. After a quick examination failed to turn up anything else of use, they quickly left the tower and fled the scene.