Old Atlantia
02-10-2006, 02:32
Camp GrimSkull, the former Dwarfish city of Karak Zull
"ALRIGHT you grotz! Get ta work!" sneered the lanky, cruel looking orc as he cracked his whip over the heads of squeaky snotlings. The smaller greenskins scattered, each running to his own 'station' at the half-finished rock lobber.
"I want dis ting redy to fire by sundown!" screeched the slave driver, cracking his whip once more.
Somewhere in the distance a troll bellowed angrily, followed by the high pitch squeal of a goblin. Everywhere in the former Dwarfish fort was the clanging of hammers and roar of open flame... the sounds of crashing trees and cracking rocks filled the air. The orcs were preparing for a Waaagh! What more, it was a Waaagh with a seige. Even the grotz were excited.
"Keep it up boyz!!" a deep, raspy voice rang out... full of almost childish glee. It was the unmistakable cry of Warboss Grimgutz. The hulking monster- easily the height of a troll- stood atop a massive dwarven statue, peering down at his encampment with the red slitted eyes of an utter lunatic. In his right claw was a massive stone warhammer he had claimed long ago from a river troll, in his left was the mighty sword of a fallen Chaos Champion.
"Durnham's gonna see dat it's da GREEEEEENskinsss at rule da mowntins!"
The orcs below him roared and squealed with demented anticipation, looking up at their warboss with a mixture of fear and admiration... then quickly returned to their labors... there was much to do for this Waaaaagh!
Grimgutz looked down on his army and grinned, a sly, sharkish smile that belied the suprising intelligence hidden behind his animalistic visage...
In the distance, a blood red sun began to rise over the horizon...
((camp GrimSkull- http://media.pc.ign.com/media/748/748723/img_3466544.html))
"ALRIGHT you grotz! Get ta work!" sneered the lanky, cruel looking orc as he cracked his whip over the heads of squeaky snotlings. The smaller greenskins scattered, each running to his own 'station' at the half-finished rock lobber.
"I want dis ting redy to fire by sundown!" screeched the slave driver, cracking his whip once more.
Somewhere in the distance a troll bellowed angrily, followed by the high pitch squeal of a goblin. Everywhere in the former Dwarfish fort was the clanging of hammers and roar of open flame... the sounds of crashing trees and cracking rocks filled the air. The orcs were preparing for a Waaagh! What more, it was a Waaagh with a seige. Even the grotz were excited.
"Keep it up boyz!!" a deep, raspy voice rang out... full of almost childish glee. It was the unmistakable cry of Warboss Grimgutz. The hulking monster- easily the height of a troll- stood atop a massive dwarven statue, peering down at his encampment with the red slitted eyes of an utter lunatic. In his right claw was a massive stone warhammer he had claimed long ago from a river troll, in his left was the mighty sword of a fallen Chaos Champion.
"Durnham's gonna see dat it's da GREEEEEENskinsss at rule da mowntins!"
The orcs below him roared and squealed with demented anticipation, looking up at their warboss with a mixture of fear and admiration... then quickly returned to their labors... there was much to do for this Waaaaagh!
Grimgutz looked down on his army and grinned, a sly, sharkish smile that belied the suprising intelligence hidden behind his animalistic visage...
In the distance, a blood red sun began to rise over the horizon...
((camp GrimSkull- http://media.pc.ign.com/media/748/748723/img_3466544.html))