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Another piece of fluff to delight or displease. Let me know what your thoughts are.
Rug Boilgut hauls himself to the top of the nearest rock and sniffs the air, his huge nostrils searching for a scent whilst his dark eyes scan the horizon. The Orc’s huge frame is spattered with foreign blood and layer upon hardened layer of filth, the result of many days of marching, infighting and repeated skirmishing with patrols. Yet Boilgut, despite fatigue and injury, is in no need of rest. Instead, he eagerly seeks an opportunity for battle. His troops, severely depleted by the recent fighting, are equally as enthusiastic about the prospect of further bloodshed.
The surrounding countryside smoulders in the wake of the carnage of the days which have passed. The Ironclaws have decimated the lands for many miles in all directions. They have ruined once beautiful, rolling pastures with their wanton blades and torturous greed, leaving only a blighted scar across the Border Princes. No life remains here. Nothing grows. The greenery is stained red or else burned to charred black. The birds that once sang their way across the open expanses of clear sky are departed from a place which, only weeks ago, was a land awe inspiring natural beauty. The earth lies silent and desolate but still the greenskin’s thirst is not quenched. They crave the destruction of all that is fair and will not relent.
At once the Bigboss rises up, bellows and, in letting out an almighty roar, beats his blistered fists against his massive chest. “WAAAAAGGHHH!” Dropping down from the rock, Boilgut draws a monstrous axe from across his shoulder and, shaking it violently above his head, urges his troops into action. Suddenly, the Ironclaw Orcs burst into life, screaming and yammering, pushing and grabbing at each each other in their clamour and fervourous excitement. Boilgut has the scent of battle once more. This, is the call to arms.
Rug Boilgut hauls himself to the top of the nearest rock and sniffs the air, his huge nostrils searching for a scent whilst his dark eyes scan the horizon. The Orc’s huge frame is spattered with foreign blood and layer upon hardened layer of filth, the result of many days of marching, infighting and repeated skirmishing with patrols. Yet Boilgut, despite fatigue and injury, is in no need of rest. Instead, he eagerly seeks an opportunity for battle. His troops, severely depleted by the recent fighting, are equally as enthusiastic about the prospect of further bloodshed.
The surrounding countryside smoulders in the wake of the carnage of the days which have passed. The Ironclaws have decimated the lands for many miles in all directions. They have ruined once beautiful, rolling pastures with their wanton blades and torturous greed, leaving only a blighted scar across the Border Princes. No life remains here. Nothing grows. The greenery is stained red or else burned to charred black. The birds that once sang their way across the open expanses of clear sky are departed from a place which, only weeks ago, was a land awe inspiring natural beauty. The earth lies silent and desolate but still the greenskin’s thirst is not quenched. They crave the destruction of all that is fair and will not relent.
At once the Bigboss rises up, bellows and, in letting out an almighty roar, beats his blistered fists against his massive chest. “WAAAAAGGHHH!” Dropping down from the rock, Boilgut draws a monstrous axe from across his shoulder and, shaking it violently above his head, urges his troops into action. Suddenly, the Ironclaw Orcs burst into life, screaming and yammering, pushing and grabbing at each each other in their clamour and fervourous excitement. Boilgut has the scent of battle once more. This, is the call to arms.
Maybe you could even put in that after those fights only the biggest and meanest Orks are left, it would strengthen the sinister theme oft those guys and tie in with the Ork background and maybe bring in their believe in Mork and Gork, but thats a suggestion. I use such things to make clear that I am writing a Warhammer fluff piece. My approach is , write that piece and than look where I can tie in a bit of Warhammer Lore.
Keep up your great work !
PS: Need more english vocabulary, I hope its understandable what I mean, sometimes I think I sound kinda rude/wrong because I lack vocabulary or the right words to describe my thoughts !
Cheers T