04 Dec 2007
PART 1
Dem greenskins be coming! The warning echoed through the encampment of the ogres. Most of the ogres where still sleeping after the big feast of a thousand gnoblars that took place the previous night. Gruklot shook his head clear as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Some hungry goblins had attacked the encampment in search of fresh food. Gruklot was in no mood for the goblins sninagenans. He rose up and squashed a little goblin biting on his comrades ankle. He let the gentle air breeze fondle his oily face. He had drinked way too much to fight now. He didnt let the fact that about a dozen of nasty giggling goblins where jumping towards him unsettle him. He could kill them all if he only knew where he put his weapon.
The camp had been lit on fire and the atmosphere was quite hectic. The ogres that werent fast enough where literally suphicated under big piles of swarming greenskins. The weather was as grim as the situation. The darkened sky seemed to be shouting challenges at the people on the ground with its darkness. Gruklot pushed a stabbed ogre out of his way and let the ogres lifeless body fall on the ground trapping a few unlucky goblins under it. Gruklot was an ogre that couldnt be scared easily but this situation sure made him uneasy. He already was bleeding from countless wounds that would of brought a normal man down in mere moments. He tripped on a large stone hurting his leg badly. He cursed his luck realizing he could no longer get up. He saw a few goblins skitter his way. This is the end he whispered to himself.
Then he heard it. The sound that could force two mountains to switch places. His masters warcry. Someone had finally woken him up. He wasnt an ogre that liked to be waked up actually the ogre that had the guts to wake him up was probably dead now. But when this gigantic ogre wasnt sleeping the enemies knew fear. He was the size of two ogres and his flubs of fat reached the ground. His double axe could cleave through a giant in one hit. Time for some greenskin blood to be shed! The ogre shouted. His bosss masculine voice gave Gruklot new strength. He pushed the two goblins away from his body and got up. He told his mind to focus. He tried to ignore his enormous hangover and it worked! There it was. His halberd was still there where he left it last night. Next to a couple of dead gnoblars he had killed for fun. The blood had dried up during the night. He took it into his hands feeling the enormous weight. It was a weapon made by an ogre after all not some pointy stick elves used. He raised the pole arm above his head and roared a curse on all of the gods letting him be in this forsaken situation at a time like this. He started galloping towards the horde of the goblinoids. Every strike had the precision of a hawk and the brute strength of a bear. His every swing ended the pitiful life of tens of goblins at a time. Unfortunately the goblins numbers seemed to be endless and they had caught the ogres at a very bad time. Only a few ogres where holding the tide now. He knew he was going to die. His only regret was that he never ate enough.
Suddenly a loud screech filled his ears. The intensity of the sound made him flinch and grab his ears with both of his hands. He dropped his weapon but luckily the goblins around him where suffering as much as he was. Whoa that be a big worm! he heard his master yell. It could only mean that the goblins had a big mean orc on a wyvern to boss them around. The wyvern landed right in front of the tyrant squishing dozens of confused goblins. The big wyvern snapped its fangs at the ogre almost the size of itself. The wyvern was a sickly shade of light green and its wings where as big as a tree. The wyvern had a lot of scars that really made it look wicked. It let its tail lash around freely behind it sending goblins flying everywhere. The sight of their master and his little pet was too much for most of the goblins and they started running away. The orc atop the wyvern let out a devilish laughter which seemed to never seize. The orc had a very dark green skin with red fur growing around his huge muscular body. His head was shaven bold and he had a long red beard growing under his evil smirk. His eyes where possessed with hatred. He gave a challenging gesture to the tyrant. The two fearsome leaders started their doomed duel the rest of their troops locked watching at the battle of two giants of doomsday proportions. Axe against axe their fight seemed to last forever. The sky was motionless as if all the gods had looked down upon the two battling warriors. The ogre seemed to be gaining an advantage on the black orc slashing with all his force. Gruklot grinned. The orc was doomed! He couldnt keep parrying all the attacks One slip up and the legendary axe of the Great Maw would slash through his body. But then the orc unleashed a terrifying counter attack wich the tyrant barely dodged. Then to the enormous shock to Gruklot a second counterattack wich hit right home. The orc shook the bloody shattered pieces of ogre brain off of his axe and grinned at the rest of the ogres.
Dem greenskins be coming! The warning echoed through the encampment of the ogres. Most of the ogres where still sleeping after the big feast of a thousand gnoblars that took place the previous night. Gruklot shook his head clear as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Some hungry goblins had attacked the encampment in search of fresh food. Gruklot was in no mood for the goblins sninagenans. He rose up and squashed a little goblin biting on his comrades ankle. He let the gentle air breeze fondle his oily face. He had drinked way too much to fight now. He didnt let the fact that about a dozen of nasty giggling goblins where jumping towards him unsettle him. He could kill them all if he only knew where he put his weapon.
The camp had been lit on fire and the atmosphere was quite hectic. The ogres that werent fast enough where literally suphicated under big piles of swarming greenskins. The weather was as grim as the situation. The darkened sky seemed to be shouting challenges at the people on the ground with its darkness. Gruklot pushed a stabbed ogre out of his way and let the ogres lifeless body fall on the ground trapping a few unlucky goblins under it. Gruklot was an ogre that couldnt be scared easily but this situation sure made him uneasy. He already was bleeding from countless wounds that would of brought a normal man down in mere moments. He tripped on a large stone hurting his leg badly. He cursed his luck realizing he could no longer get up. He saw a few goblins skitter his way. This is the end he whispered to himself.
Then he heard it. The sound that could force two mountains to switch places. His masters warcry. Someone had finally woken him up. He wasnt an ogre that liked to be waked up actually the ogre that had the guts to wake him up was probably dead now. But when this gigantic ogre wasnt sleeping the enemies knew fear. He was the size of two ogres and his flubs of fat reached the ground. His double axe could cleave through a giant in one hit. Time for some greenskin blood to be shed! The ogre shouted. His bosss masculine voice gave Gruklot new strength. He pushed the two goblins away from his body and got up. He told his mind to focus. He tried to ignore his enormous hangover and it worked! There it was. His halberd was still there where he left it last night. Next to a couple of dead gnoblars he had killed for fun. The blood had dried up during the night. He took it into his hands feeling the enormous weight. It was a weapon made by an ogre after all not some pointy stick elves used. He raised the pole arm above his head and roared a curse on all of the gods letting him be in this forsaken situation at a time like this. He started galloping towards the horde of the goblinoids. Every strike had the precision of a hawk and the brute strength of a bear. His every swing ended the pitiful life of tens of goblins at a time. Unfortunately the goblins numbers seemed to be endless and they had caught the ogres at a very bad time. Only a few ogres where holding the tide now. He knew he was going to die. His only regret was that he never ate enough.
Suddenly a loud screech filled his ears. The intensity of the sound made him flinch and grab his ears with both of his hands. He dropped his weapon but luckily the goblins around him where suffering as much as he was. Whoa that be a big worm! he heard his master yell. It could only mean that the goblins had a big mean orc on a wyvern to boss them around. The wyvern landed right in front of the tyrant squishing dozens of confused goblins. The big wyvern snapped its fangs at the ogre almost the size of itself. The wyvern was a sickly shade of light green and its wings where as big as a tree. The wyvern had a lot of scars that really made it look wicked. It let its tail lash around freely behind it sending goblins flying everywhere. The sight of their master and his little pet was too much for most of the goblins and they started running away. The orc atop the wyvern let out a devilish laughter which seemed to never seize. The orc had a very dark green skin with red fur growing around his huge muscular body. His head was shaven bold and he had a long red beard growing under his evil smirk. His eyes where possessed with hatred. He gave a challenging gesture to the tyrant. The two fearsome leaders started their doomed duel the rest of their troops locked watching at the battle of two giants of doomsday proportions. Axe against axe their fight seemed to last forever. The sky was motionless as if all the gods had looked down upon the two battling warriors. The ogre seemed to be gaining an advantage on the black orc slashing with all his force. Gruklot grinned. The orc was doomed! He couldnt keep parrying all the attacks One slip up and the legendary axe of the Great Maw would slash through his body. But then the orc unleashed a terrifying counter attack wich the tyrant barely dodged. Then to the enormous shock to Gruklot a second counterattack wich hit right home. The orc shook the bloody shattered pieces of ogre brain off of his axe and grinned at the rest of the ogres.
You gonna eat that?
The allmighty Ogre Horde:
Games played: 4
1M/ 0SV/ 0MV/ 0D/ 0ML/ 0SL/ 3M
The allmighty Ogre Horde:
Games played: 4
1M/ 0SV/ 0MV/ 0D/ 0ML/ 0SL/ 3M
Cool! Nice start!