The Thing became clear, Mus talk amongst themselves. Towns would have meetings with their neighbours, as was part of governance. These neighbours spoke to their neighbours, and on wards. To consider a general meeting between all, would not be inconceivable.

Where was it that rats scurried when they slipped under logs? Where did they disappear to? Perhaps they too had messages to bring their neighbours. Meetings and dinners to attend.

Did great colonies of bats no vanish into the dark of caves in the day? Perhaps here they travelled to meet with other colonies, and spread word of their adventures. Mus after all lived in these places, perhaps it was with them they travelled to their gatherings.

Field mice despite being known to have large families live alone? Or is that just as they appear? The ones we see the messengers sent between social events to carry news and greetings?

The great tunnels dug by moles cannot be for folly? Did they present a way to smuggle informants beneath invisible borders? Or perhaps their mounds exist to triangulate points of meeting for those above?

Regardless, to one who believes all things are connected, the mind that doubts coincidence, or embraces paranoia, the Thing of Rodents was no doubt a likelihood.

The Thing was rumoured to exist beneath the world itself, entered through great tunnels and caves, natural and unnatural. Within a great cavern the Rodents gather unto their respective tables. The Mus take the largest circular table with every settlement represented around a feast from across the known world. Here politics, trade, legends and gossip can spread far and wide. This table is known to many as the Prime Disc of Mus.

Upon the table lies another smaller round table, surrounded by the Rats of world. This too is laden heavy with food, a feast of suspect delights - many suspected to be poisoned or trapped. Here lies, suspicions, rumours and slander is thrown from neighbour to neighbour. The One Disc of Rats hosts no insult spoken uncivilly.

Inlaid further is the Petty Disc of Mice a smaller round table still, covered in grains, seeds and staples foods. Here the Mice discuss niceties, and the basics of life.

Hanging above the tables three, a great round chandelier forms the Upper Disc of Bats, from which guano drops on the food below, and insects are consumed from bowls of missing candles. Here the plagues of insects, famine of crops, and harvests of fruits are squeaked freely from the bats.

Below this all, in the shadow of the largest table, there is another. The Lower Disc of Moles a thick legless table upon which worms writhe and gorge themselves on carcasses. The Moles around it browse at those bugs foolish enough to near the table's rim. Beyond these fits of indulgent, the Moles plan and plot their tunnels and mounds. They talk of the dead, and of the disturbances to the ground.

Together these 5 Mythical Discs, form The Concentric Census - a body in which the entire world may be surveyed and analysed, through the many eyes of the Rodents. An Omnipresent scope from which to view the world.

Of course, to those not privileged to be provided a seat, The Thing of Rodents forms a far more appetising name.

Global Myth (The Thing of Rodents) - 8 Points

Create Avatar (The Concentric Census) - 2 Points