03 Jun 2006
This is the fluff that I use for my ogre tournament army, hope you like it:
Hunting had been poor last season. Jumak the Fat would not let that happen this season. The trek south had been hard. All but the most useful of the gnoblars had been eaten to feed the unending appetite of the bulls.
The trappers had returned early this morning with reports of Orc meat in the hills and an Empire caravan making its way through the valley. It would be a race between Jumak and the Orc scum.
Counsel was quick. Jumak summoned his twin butchers, Thornhead Braingobbler and Gasbag Farter.
Do we want white or green meat for sup?
Green meat is tougher and stinks
Green it is then
The scouts were sent forward to propose a truce meeting with the Empire meat. Jumak saddled his remaining Rhinox into the Scraplauncha harness as the gnoblar crew scrambled here and there like spiders.
The Iron Guts dirtied their rust weapons, reading them for the battle. A quick 3 hour march and they were upon the Orc camp. Empty! The green meat must be after the white meat. Jumak gave the order, double portions to the gut that kills the first Orc.
Following the orc war party was easy and the sounds of battle could be heard in the clearing ahead.
Jumak joined the Iron Guts as they broke from the forest edge. It was not going well for the green meat. Empire handguns had ruined most of the green meat with its filthy black powder.
The routed orcs ran headlong into Jumaks troops. The last orc dropped to the thump of She who Eats a Lot More than Mosts massive club. Best to leave that green meat to her, Jumak thought.
Jumak strode over to the Empire Captain. We take you safely through the passage
That wont be required the smug captain replied. As you can see we can take care of ourselves.
Maybe right said Jumak and he turned to his Bulls. Jumak spun around once more and raised his massive hammer and flattened the snobby Captain. White meat it is!
Hunting had been poor last season. Jumak the Fat would not let that happen this season. The trek south had been hard. All but the most useful of the gnoblars had been eaten to feed the unending appetite of the bulls.
The trappers had returned early this morning with reports of Orc meat in the hills and an Empire caravan making its way through the valley. It would be a race between Jumak and the Orc scum.
Counsel was quick. Jumak summoned his twin butchers, Thornhead Braingobbler and Gasbag Farter.
Do we want white or green meat for sup?
Green meat is tougher and stinks
Green it is then
The scouts were sent forward to propose a truce meeting with the Empire meat. Jumak saddled his remaining Rhinox into the Scraplauncha harness as the gnoblar crew scrambled here and there like spiders.
The Iron Guts dirtied their rust weapons, reading them for the battle. A quick 3 hour march and they were upon the Orc camp. Empty! The green meat must be after the white meat. Jumak gave the order, double portions to the gut that kills the first Orc.
Following the orc war party was easy and the sounds of battle could be heard in the clearing ahead.
Jumak joined the Iron Guts as they broke from the forest edge. It was not going well for the green meat. Empire handguns had ruined most of the green meat with its filthy black powder.
The routed orcs ran headlong into Jumaks troops. The last orc dropped to the thump of She who Eats a Lot More than Mosts massive club. Best to leave that green meat to her, Jumak thought.
Jumak strode over to the Empire Captain. We take you safely through the passage
That wont be required the smug captain replied. As you can see we can take care of ourselves.
Maybe right said Jumak and he turned to his Bulls. Jumak spun around once more and raised his massive hammer and flattened the snobby Captain. White meat it is!
What do you mean you have a headache? But I rolled a twelve, I'm irresistable!!!!
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