Cyrdic was stunned at the revelation to say the least, but he had little time to actually speak of it. 

In the din of the crowd, a woman screamed. Her voice rose into a crescendo, until it was suddenly silenced. The crowd grew deathly quiet, and in the center of the dance floor stood Osfurth, his hand holding a ball of pure warpstone. It glowed ethereally, and he cackled as the haughty woman that had verbally dueled Camilla warped and twisted before the crowd's very eyes. Her whimpers because bleets as her face transformed into some beastkin's snout. 

She fell over onto the ground, her gown ripped and her head now sagging against the marbel floor. "It seemed her body could not take the transformation," Osfurth said, his smile impossibly wide and pleased. "And it had spent most of the warpstone...too bad. It's fortunate there is plenty where that came from. Is that not right, my brethren?" 

Suddenly, the room to the Palace shuddered and rumbled. The floor tiles began to wither and rust, falling into the dark, and rat men began to spew into the room, catching the Swords and Knight's completely off guard. Storm Vermin surged up, and oddly cloaked Skaven swung down from the balcony on ropes and hooks, some having already shoved off lovers who had been kissing just moments before, now falling to their dooms. 

The cries of the crowd grew, and to their credit, the Swords and the Knights of the White Wolf roared in outrage and battle-lust,  and those not overwhelmed began hacking apart Skaven slaves. Storm Vermin, and even a towering Rat-Ogre joined the fray. All looked to be chaos and blood, and within the center of it, the Skaven Grey Seer clambered up, rising to stand beside Osfurth. The cultists of Osfurth joined the fray, men among the servants and court turning on their brothers and running them through, their treachery and heresies revealed. 

Only when the Grey seer blasted apart Jiselle's father beside the young girl did the violence stop, Osfurth holding a hand up to halt the confrontation. 

"Now...let us all calm here..." the Chamberlain said. "Why fight us? We only wish to change you into what you were meant to be." 

One Sword of Ulric surged forward, only for the Grey-seer to point his glowing paw toward Jiselle next. It seemed lucky that the three of them had not been spotted behind the pillar. 
[@Penny]