Your world is rot. Your nostrils fill with the smell of excrement and decay that tends to fill your home. Still, it's all you have. You scurry among the scattered ruins, climbing atop a massive section of castle wreckage, sniffing the air.


A rusted, blood-stained sword sits in one hand, a leather pouch hanging from your shoulder. Your whiskers tingle with excitement as you smell the scent of burning meat. Campfires are near, and where there's campfire, there's a caravan. Where there's a caravan, there's food.

You head towards it

You scurry towards it, as do the others. Dozens of brown and black bodies scurry up from among the rubble and out of the ancient sewers underneath where your camps lie. You're one of the first on the sign, climbing atop a crushed tower as you see it. Three wagons circled around a campfire, basking in its light. The moonlight shines on your brown, shit-matted fur and catches on your blade as you run forward towards the camps. The man on guard, a young, cleanly shaven guard with armor that's too small for him yell as he sees you approach,. He readies his spear, looking ready to plunge it into you. You dance at the edge of the spear point, waiting for your chance.

You grab at the spear

You step forward, grabbing the spear's shaft and yanking the guard forward. You swing your sword, slashing him in the massive gap between his helmet and shoulder pads, biting into his neck. He screams, collapsing to the ground as blood spurts forth.


You yell with glee, at other Ratlings begin arriving to take care of the other guards. The merchants and passengers of the caravan either flee back inside the caravans or procur weapons and get ready to fight, but this isn't a unified raid where the scraps will be given out later. You take what you can get. You run towards the camp fire, grabbing the stew cooking there, jabbing your snout into it and beginning to gulp down the delicious mixture. You manage to finish half before a much bigger rat grabs the pot from you, and you know you can't fight him. You turn to one of the caravans, where rats have killed the guards and are dealing with the merchants. The merchants are surrounded, looking terrified, as all those willing to fight have been cut down.


Although the majority of them are to be enslaved and sold to the Lizards or the Eastern Tribes, while the women will be taken back to the burrows for a less than kind fate, one unfortunate soul has made his presence known by trying to negotiate.


"Please, taken the cargo! It's yours! Keep the men as well, we'll fetch a heavy ransom! But leave the women and the child go, won't you?" the merchant leader says.


Bad choice. The boys have taken note of him now, and he's a fat one. His weight, the fact that he has so much food he can grow weak and fat, only angers you all thanks to the fact that you're all constantly hungry and eating scraps. One of the ratlings slashes his axe, cutting open the man's belly in a superficial wound. Another ratling jabs him with a spear, as the boys begin to jab and slash at the man as he yelps in pain as he's slowly cut and hacked apart.


The torture has drawn the others attention away from the actual carriages. You stare at them, contemplating sneaking away and grabbing yourself some more food.

You join the torture

You laugh gleefully as you dash forward, punching the man in the side of the head and knocking him backward as he grunts in pain, knocking into the blow of a sword blade. You slash at his ankle as he collapses to a knee, before one of the ratlings decks him a blow from the butt of his spear. He tries to stand, blood down streaming down his face.


"Please, I'm sorry. I didn't...!" he cries, looking genuinely petrified, before one of the rats takes it too far and stabs him in the throat with his sword, killing him.


He slumps to the ground, before lying still.


"Bah! Could've played with him for hours!" you complain.


The largest rat, a big brute who's taken charge of the raid named Pak, strides forward. Not too many ratlings have joined the raid, a fact Pak is clearly enjoying as it means he gets to take charge, and since you all get a bigger part of the profit, all the better.


"You, you and you!" he shouts, selecting three rats from the group. "Start moving the prisoners back."


"Yes, yes," they snarl, as they begin to shout and whip the prisoners into movement.


"You!" he shouts, pointing a long finger at you. "Kill the horses."


You nod, walking over to the horses. They seem terrified and scarred, and look at you as if begging for mercy. You wonder if it's best just to untie them and scare them off.

You kill the horses

You slash your sword, cutting open one of the horse's throats. You jab your sword through its skull to finish it off, before slashing another's throat. You kill the few horses, before returning to Pak, who's already ordering the others to carve up the horses and bring the meat and hides back to the home. Suddenly, you see two ratlings dragging a teenage girl out of a caravan, whose crying and screaming has gathered the rest of your attention.


"Please! Please! Let me go!" the girl sobs.


The ratlings toss her in front of Pak, who grins eagerly.


"Perfect! I'll have some fun with her!" he says.


He glances at you, noticing you're finished with the horses.


"Bring the girl back to the burrow. I'll have my fun with her later. Let the others have some fun, too."


You nod, walking over to the girl, grabbing her by the hang and beginning to drag her towards the burrow.

You lead the girl back to the burrows

You drag the girl along the path to the burrow, as she cries.


"Please, you have to help me get out of here. We can run, just run into the wilderness."


"Can't do it. Too many bad things there. They'd kill on site a ratling. No, no," you say.


"Please! I don't want to die..." she whimpers. "Can... can you tell me what's going to happen to me?"

You walk in silence

You keep walking, as the girl falls silent, becoming quiet. Soon, you walk down into the burrows through the caved in portion of sewer and into the top layer of the many layered burrows. The weakest and most feeble rats are forced to live here, away from the safety that waits lower down. They look gleefully at the girl, talking and chattering among themselves. They grab at her, groping at her breasts and bosom and tearing pieces of fabric off her dress. You raise your sword to threaten them off, and they easily follow orders. You're weak for a Ratling, but you could easily kill the crippled and the the meek who surround you. You find a corner of the room, shoving the girl into it and raising your sword, waiting for Pak to arrive and take his prey.


"I'm scared," the girl says.


"I'd be, if I were you," you admit.


"What's your name?" she asks.


"Ritz," you say.


"I'm Julianne," she says. "I don't want to die here."


You don't say another word, as she begins to chant.


"I have the soul of the dragon. Dragons to not break. Dragons do not die. Dragons do not show fear. Dragons survive the flames. I have the soul of the dragon..." she continues to chant.


You turn, staring at her. You notice a long, silver necklace hanging around her, and grab it.


"This is pretty," you say, admiring the silver.


"You can have it. If you help me get out of here, it's all yours. It was a gift from my father."


You stare at the necklace, knowing there's not a chance she's getting out of here alive, even if you tried to save her.

You snatch it off her

You grab the necklace, snatching it off her neck and clutching it in her hands.


"Hey!" she cries, grabbing at it before you snarl, scarring her away.


She whimpers, shuffling away from you. You stare at her, wrapping it around the hilt of your sword and clutching it tightly. You wait patiently for Pak to arrive.


After a few minutes, the massive, black-furred rat clambers into the burrow, grinning as he sees her prey. He stomps forward, grabbing her by the hand.


"Come on, darling. Let's take you down to the lower levels. I have a few of the others I want pulled over to my side, and I'm sure your sweet ass will do a great deal in getting them there."


The huge brute begins dragging the girl away, leaving you standing there. Suddenly, he stops, turning around.


"What's your name?"


"Ritz," you say.


"You did a good job protecting her from the cripples and in the raid, and I'm feeling generous. Care to join in the fun?"

You join in

You allow your bestial nature to take over, nodding vigorously. You follow him as he drags the weeping girl along with him. Soon, you venture down the twisted staircases and pathways down to the lower layers. Eventually, you enter the chamber filled with whatever Ratlings Pak wants to impress.


You watch in a mixture of fear and lust as the Ratlings appear, more than willing to be entertained by the new flesh that's entered their homes. They quickly undress her and begin to have their fun despite her horrified, screaming protests which soon turn to pained screams and begging. The Ratlings have their fun with her, and eventually you have your turn. You focus on the physical sensations rather than the pitiful weeping, and soon embrace the pure pleasure of the act. You achieve release, almost collapsing back as your body fulfills one of its prime functions. A ratling pulls you back to take your place with the hostage, and you're tossed gently aside.


You crawl back towards your home, curling up in a bed of animal hides and quickly letting sleep take you. The life of a ratling is a pleasurable one if you're smart enough to take advantage of it, you have to admit.

You awaken

You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.


"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open," a harsh voice growls.


You try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.


"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?"

You claim ignorance

"I don't know anything," you say.


The man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.


"Quiet," the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.


"Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me."

You plead ignorance

"I swear to everything I don't know!" you say.


"Filthy lying vermin," the man hisses. "Perhaps the next rat will be more trustworhy."


The man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying.