[ORvR & RP light EU] 10.02.17

[Natherul]

Here we go again! Its time for another PVP & RP light event, this time it will be started at 1900 on the 10th of Feb 2017 and will be Dwarf vs Greenskins, the timezone for starttime can be found: https://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/ ... nd/altdorf

This time it also comes with some pretext as we have made new characters for the event, All thanks to lesti (Glorian on the forum) for writing this text.


The Orc boss Kruff Jawbreaka had built a nice life for himself in the southern valleys of the Thunder Mountains. Fighting himself up in the orcish hierarchy he has slaughtered the former boss of his tribe in a very messy show of exploding violence, flying limbs and jaw wrenching action. Not the metaphorical lad he ripped the jaw out of his opponents face. The surrounding orcs new when they saw a new leader with cunnin’ an’ choppin’ powers emerging. In a short span of time he gathered more and more boyz around him and his desire to storm all the way up north into the lands of da stunties was coming nearer and nearer to be real.
But alas he was tricked!

Kruff Jawbreaker sat atop his mighty Warboar Speartusk. Tis was a fearsome beast, having already gutted two of its former riders. But Kruff was da orc of da hour. When he met the animal it felt his hardly suppressed violence and raw animalistic power of Gork pulsing through his veins. Kruff now steered the animal like it was a part of him, and he needed the beast to bring more far reached tribes under his control.
With him rode his Big Uns, battle hardened veterans. Scared and overhung with trophies, looted armor and wielding ugly weapons of one handed mass desctruction. While he knew they were his bodyguards, they were also full of enemies who waited for a moment of weakness from him to take his place. While eying them suspiciously he thought about the journey ahead. He was cunning, that was true, planning two days in front had made him da boss of da tribe, but da tribe need to bet bigga. Therefore they travelled to territory of the Cutthroat Tribe. A wild bunch of goblins, hardly any fighting spirit in dem, but swift like the wind on their wolves. After slaying their leader they would follow him immediately Kruff thought when a horn sounded nearby.

Tis was no orc horn, but a stuntie one!
“Waaaaagh!” he screamed. No more tactics, or orders his boyz needed. There were enemies nearby and they would kill them. If it was an ambush, a superior force, if they should charge through a flank or try an hit and run attack was not of any concern for them.
“Waaaagh!” his boyz screamed like one voice. If there were stunties they would slay them. The day was getting better and better.

Okagrimm Thorgrundsson blew the horn as loud as he could. The trap they have prepared for five days was about to sprung. The Orc tribes of the south were gathering, and rangers have reported of an orc leader who was uniting the different groups in a swift order. This has to stop as every dwarf knew to what such thing lead if let unchecked. Death, Destruction and a lot of grudges. It was only a question of time when this new Warboss would come here to bring the local Goblin tribes under his meaty paw. But this was end today.

Like one dwarf the rangers fired their crossbows into the group of Orc Boarriders. In the first volley a dozen of them fell to the ground, peppered like big green hedgehogs. Some of them were dragged away by their boars which in their rage were running wild. But the surviving Orcs didn’t scatter or flee they charged into the wood to kill their ambushers.

Okagrimm took his axe and shield; today he would kill this new leader.
“For Nunlin!” he screamed when he charged down from his hideout to the scattered orcs. Nunlin, his brother was guarding a caravan when it disappeared two weeks ago. And Okagrimm’s heart was full of fear about his brother’s doom.
There was the orc Boss. Standing near his fallen mount he fought like a mad Cave Grobi. But the attacking Rangers took their space from him, protecting each other with their shields and once they had surrounded him an axe to the back would do the job and fulfill their mission. Two Rangers lay already motionless to the orcs feet.

But when Okagrimm eyed the orc more closely his heart turned to ice in his chest. Dangling from the beasts shoulder plate was a blonde beard, still bearing the beardclamps of clan Gromdok.

“Nunlin…no.”
Okagrimm whispered.

This beast has killed his brother and took his beard. So his brother’s soul would be wandering eternally blind in the afterlife without the chance to reach the Hall of the Ancestors, to ashamed to meet the gaze of the honored dead without a proper beard.

Okagrimm watched as his body moved. He was a spectator in his own body as it stormed to the big green beast, while he battered rangers out of his path with his sturdy shield. Ignoring the complaints of his comrades he charged the orc on his own. He ducked attacks, blocked blows with his shield that send him flying back with each hit. He was no longer in control of himself. Grimnirs veil had him, and in one quick stroke he crushed the knee of the Orc and send him to the ground, with the next hit his hammer hit the orcs head. Most of the strike had been blocked by a big ugly iron Helmet Kruff wore.

Okagrimm hit him again, and again until the big beast lay before him. He was sweating, heaving the air in and out like a pair of bellows in a forge.

“Finish it!” came the voice of dwarf Ranger Okagrimm didn’t know. “Kill the beast and be done.”

“No.” was Okagrimm’s answer. “Killing would be mercy for that beast. And for what it has done, mercy is not what my clan desires.”

...

Kruff felt a numb feeling. It has to be his right big toe. As this was the only part of his body that hasn’t been hammered in the past days. They had strapped him with a dozen ropes to a giant tree. For three days one stuntie has come to him and began to crush his bones, bruise his flesh and use a glowing hook to burn stunty gibberish onto his green skin. Kruff has grunted, screamed, kicked until he was spend. But that stunty remained silent all the time. That stunty was mad about something Kruff thought. Well that would end when Kruff was free again and would smash the stunties skull with his fist. That he was captured by them didn’t concern Kruff in the least. Gork would set him free.

Yes, it had to be his right big toe he concluded his thoughts until he felt that the rope around his fists were coming free, then the rope around his neck. His head free he turned it around to see in the shadows of the night a small shape cutting his ropes free. Kruff looked over the stunty who was supposed to watch him. He was leaning towards a trunk, but Kruff could smell the stunty blood through his broken nose.

When he was completely free the Goblin, for who else would free him, came around the tree. It held his finger before his mouth to show Kruff to make no noise. Against his protesting muscles Kruff grabbed the goblins throat faster than a brute of this size should move. Also holding one of his fingers before his mouth he told the goblin to be silent too. When he was sure the goblin understood the broke the goblins neck casually by closing his big hand.

Kruff was free now, damaged, bleeding, hungry but not broken. Well not all of him. Time to get out of there and gather his boyz he thought. The North has to wait; there are stunties here to kill first.

[Kragg]

The Bitterstone Thunderers will be out in force! Dwarfs of Ekrund!

[Haojin]

Phalanx will be there also.

[Glorian]

7pm Altdorftime on a Friday.
Very Good.
I gather the regiment.

@Foltestik: Lagfest you call it. Stresstest we call it.

[Natherul]

This time we will also try measures to split the zerg a bit

[Glorian]

Well splitting the Zerg is mandatory these days.

[Syko]

Methinks it shall once again be the lopsided two to one odds faced by the stunties who shall gloriously battle against such overwhelming odds until the last dwarf is no longer standing. Their biggest hope is to take as many of the vile, odiferous creatures with them in the journey to the hereafter, including, if Sigmar grants it, their ugly, evil leader.

[Grolar]

Should be fun. BTW watch out for that 3 man zerg!! It can get scary dangerous.

[Serbiansword]

Well ****. This is the third live event that's going to take place while I'm at work.

[TenTonHammer]

Typical

Dwarfs letting their emotions get the better of them, heads stuck so far in the past that they cant for see the ramifications of leaving an orc warboss alive

Not killing a threat in the present just means it will become an even greater one in the future

:^P