Rats. Again...
Nearing the site of the strange, wintery emanation that our Riverblades learned about from the Spirit of Lake Victis, we heard their squeaking almost as soon as we smelled the mange and wet fur.
We did not even have time to take a good look at the strange idol, covered in frozen vines in the middle of the ruined town square when another sinkhole opened up next to it and scores of the little monsters vomited forth.
Lady Belkharia Dawnblade ordered a charge down the center, while Riverblades slipped along some hidden underground stream, only to emerge next to a place where a skaven sorcerer was hiding, muttering to itself. They attacked him with blades, and the little creature scurried off back to the tunnels, cursing his 'stupid underlings'.
Back on the town square, we charged the lines of armour-clad rats, along with their leader on some mutated beast, only to be repelled by hordes of giant skaven emerging from the tunnels, brandishing fire-throwing weapons and being constantly reinforced from Gods-know-where.
Our initial charge failed to make much dent in them, and when Lady Belkharia was seriously wounded by the ratmen leader, who promptly regenerated all of his wounds through some foul techno-sorcery, we just had enough, and promptly left the field. I sincerely hope that the frozen idol just turned them all into smelly, twisted icicles.