The night goblin grins and falls in line behind the goblin "lead da way! Wot wuz YA name 'gain ? Dunt fink I caught it? "
"Aw great" Grimlug groaned "First we walk all da way 'ear ter get some dumb beasty, den it goes an' throws itself off da cliff, an' now we'z gotta walk all da way back! Say, wot 'appened ter dat boar anways? Ah well. Da soona we get back ter camp da betta. I could use me some shut-eye, been a long day."
The band of warriors march there way back to the warcamp after a couple of passing hours. The lookouts grant them entry, though they give an odd snicker to them as they enter. Inside, gathered around the fire pit is a ork of immense size, completley covered from head to toe in armor, most of his face concealed behind a large helm that is covered by stretched squig hide to create a mask-like figure. Upon his back flies a large banner of the standard ork emblem, covered by two slightly smaller yet still large orks. He glances as the group of orks enters the camp, and sheathes his weapons as he walks grumpily towards them. He stares at them all and bellows "Alright! 'Un 'o you zoggin gitz betta tell me wot 'appened to my troll, or else i'll skin ya hides 'n feed ya to the squigs!". His voice trampled almost all other noises within the camp, and it was big and gruffy as he was. As the group of orks looked at him, the gates opened once more, only to reveal the big rival nob from earlier, covered in bruises and dirt. He shoved his way past the ork group, holding a troll tooth in his hand, and hung it right in front of the even larger ork. "You see dis roight 'ere? I did this! I killed it all by meself I did! But dese lousy runts try ta get in da way dey did! I was off n goin ta get it for ya boss, and den dey got da stinkin troll all zoggin angry! So'z I had ta kill et before it ate all 'o us, you understand dontcha?" The even larger ork, who was apparently the warboss by the way the nob referred to him, looked to the group of orks, then back to the nob. He too the troll tooth, and then rammed it into the eye of the big nob, causing him to scream in agony and pain as it went deeper and deeper into his skull until he collapsed. The warboss pulled the tooth out and stuck it in one of his pouches, and looked back to the group of orks shouting "Dis ez wot 'appens whenz you gits dont listen ta me! Now clean up dis zoggin mess or else i'll mount ye 'ead on a stick!
OOC: well......shiet...... Grimlug was tense as the Warboss berated them, but when he stabbed the big'un in the eye with the troll tooth he relaxed abit. "Well, dat solves dat, I fink." he said as soon as the Warboss was out of earshot. "Dis calls fer a celebration, fer failin and not gettin' killed by da boss in da end!"
Name: grogwit irontooth Class: bezerker Age: 30 Flaws/advantages 1a blood rage: when grogwits blood is drawn he will go in to a nigh unstoppable blood rage. 1f claustrophobic: hates tight spaces unless there's somthing to kill. 2a highspirits:extremely hard to break moral even at the worst of times. 2f lootlover: will always try to loot somthing no matter what it is from a empire generals hat to a choppa. 3a sneaky git: good at sneaking up on people before ripping them to shreds. 3f hunger pangs: will eat whatever it avalbile when needed. Tribe:blood axes if available. Gear two choppas and medium armour.
(Yes) The body of the big nob lied still, the flesh of his exposed cranium seeping out as snotlings and other small goblins quickly rushed to him to loot his body, many fought amongst each other barefisted, and in a few moments the nob was quickly stripped nude, leaving only a small loincloth.
OOC: we are a recently gathered Greenskin army, with orcs and goblins from all sorts of smaller warbands or tribes. We just got back from a failed mission. The Warcheif isn't happy, but he took it out on the nob who started it. Now we're waiting for new orders, before we disperse back into camp.
