((For those that like to RP. Please keep this stuff IC, and for the love o' Mork, no mary sues, please)) It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the trees were shifting in the wind, and a massive horde of Orks were letting out a bellowing, ground shaking Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!! These Orks were moving out towards a small settlement on the Imperial World Antaris VI, a small hamlet on the fringe of Segmentum Ultima. Within this Waaaaaaagh! (A Waaaaaaaagh! of over three million Orks, so far.) stood a Lone Ork, and his massive pile of Gretchin. These Gretchin, numbering about twelve or so, seemed to include a rather Blue Alien, one that seemed horribly out of place. The Ork, however, was a Nob. Standing at about an average Nob's height, carrying various trophies, weapons, and bits of food, both for himself, and his Gretchin. "Uhhhhh, Boss?" The Blue 'gretchin' asked, with a rather normal accent of low Gothic. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" "Wut's that, Vixen? You'z thinkin' I don't know where dis bit of da Waaaaaaagh! is goin'? IS that wut ye'r finkin'?" The Nob said, glaring out past the horde of Gretchin and Orks that were running towards the farm in front of them, their feet causing a slight tremor in the ground as they moved. "Da boss gave me dis 'ere map, an' said dat we's gotta krump dis 'ere 'oomie city, so dat's what we'z doin'!" Vixen, the Tau female seemingly unafraid of any of the Orks surrounding her, approached the Nob, sighing. "It's upside down..." She said, reaching out and grabbing said map, which appeared to be drawn in some kind of crayon. It was drawn over an Imperial layout of the continent. The location of the Waaaagh! was circled in red, with a red line pointing to the biggest dot on the map. "We're going the wrong way, doofus." "Doofus?!?! Wut's dat, some kinda fancy wurds one'a da' mekboyz told ya' how ta' say?!?! I'z ain't no 'doofus'. I'z Krol'jas da' 'eadchoppa! I'z da' biggest, meanest Nob in dis 'ere Waaaaaaaagh! Second only to da' Boss!" Krol'jas shouted, looking out towards the farm. "But... it -is- a little small ta' be a big 'oomie city. Vixen! 'old da' map... An' point da' way... Ya Git." "I heard that." Vixen said, frowning as she pushed her blood red hair out of her face, looking the map over. "That way!" She said, pointing in the opposite direction. "YOU 'EARD ME LUCKY GROT, YA GITZ! DAT WAY!!!"