New Malice - Open (Walk-In)

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread shrugged as he continued to eat down the shoulder of the Giant. It was true that this whole thing was pretty macabre, but Dread had no way to pick up that feeling. It was so foriegn to him that he could not even understand the concept of how this whole thing looked. He was hungry, and he was cooking was as far as he had thought it out.

But suddenly there was an explosion in the Manufatorium. The sounds of wailing Snotlings could be heard as the fire engulfed a building quickly. The snotlings ran towards it in mass, all throwing anything that they could find to put out the fire. The sounds of water on fire could be heard as they frantacally tried to stop the fire. One of the missles fired off into the air, exploding at the top of its burn.

Dread turned his head the the ball of black acrid smoke that was flowing from the building. He took a bite of meat and chewed it thoughtfully, watching this fire burn. He wondered if they where smart enough to spread out the buildings, or if the whole city was going to burn down.

Another bite, another long chew before he turned back to Wrath. " 'e Da best cause 'e da meenest n greenest."

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

Tauivae was watching Dread eat with a sort of disgusted amazement. “I'll believe it. You are a profound warrior, Dread.” She'd been about to continue speaking, when an explosion rose from the manufacturing center in the snotling's town. The elf barely kept her composure, her right hand twitching near her sword in a nervous movement. No weaknesses could be shown, here. She snickered and shook her head, waving a hand as if to wave away the smoke as it trailed near. Wrath's gaze was fixed on the town, wondering how these little beings would handle this disaster they'd sparked. “Well, that is tragic...Should anything be done about it? Or do you think they'll manage?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread swallowed his mouthful as he debated the act of helping the snotlings. He finally stood up. He walked into the town the way he had left it the morning. There several feet plant before he got to the fire and stomped it out.

As he began the snotlings begin to run away, several did not make it, getting stomped under the massive foot of Dread. He finally picked his foot up and looked into the fire. He began to shift through the small bits of wreckage, cleaning the spot of most of the reamining broken materials, placing it between his legs in the open area. The snotlings began to run in, expertly moving between his large hands and legs. Once the fire was out more or less the town turned back into what it was before the fire, however they began to rebuild the building that had caught fire. The snotlings that had died where removed, taken and dragged towards the butcher and cook. However the salvageable supplies began to be shuffled towards the pit that the factory had been set into.

Dread looked down and nodded as the snotlings gave a cheer on his exiting. However unlike when Wrath was there alone, the bosses from Dread's armor did not allow it to build up and become a chorus, moving men back to their working areas. He nodded and moved back to his arm, picking it up and talking a bite of the flesh before he began talking. " 'e need da proppa gater. Den 'e ave nuff boyz."

Dread frowned, sitting down and starting to draw into the breast plate of the giant. He frowned and tinkered with it, wondering how he was going to get the snotlings to get this built. Then again, they had made the armor when he was ripped apart.

"so wut blasta do ye need boss? Wut ta shoot at tat?" He swallowed, grabbing another bite before he pointed towards the Large tower.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

The elf watched as Dread stomped out the fire and shook her head, incredulous. It was amazing that these beings actually got anywhere, that they could conduct wars of such grand scale...with things like this always seeming to happen around their ilk. Where there is an orc horde, there will be chaos... It was one of the oldest lessons taught to elven children. Tauivae caught herself musing and frowned slightly. That which was destroyed was quickly rebuilt and the snotlings seemed to waste nothing, recycling everything they can across in their scrounging...even their own dead. “Mhm...Propagating troops sounds like it will take some time." Wrath scowled, turning her fiery gaze to that sickening tower as Dread mentioned it. “Anything that can take it down. It appears to be stone, but I can't close enough to tell for sure and it's certain to be protected in some way.”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread shrugged and tapped the gold breastplate he had been carving into. the design was crude and rough, but it looked like two smoke stacks build onto a flame generator. However the generation and the stacks had nothing else drawn with them. Dread seemed to be waiting for her approval, and also doodling a kannon that would just throw orks inside of the building, without the need of breaking down the walls. it was a three step drawing, showing orks climbing into an odd looking massive barrel, the second was it powering up, and the third looked to be orks behind a wall. He tilted his head and wore a frown as he bit another chunk of meat off the arm. Having reached the elbow he grabbed the exposed bone and twisted, snapping it off and tossing it into the stock pile. The scream of some Snotlings could be heard as it crushed a couple, and others charged to eat the meat left on the bone. Dread continued to look down towards the drawings, his red eyes swinging between the drawings, trying to think about what would be better.

But he thought they would work.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

Tauivae stepped in a bit closer to examine Dread's drawings that he'd carved into his makeshift table, clearing the distance in a few silent steps. She scowled, trying to ignore the smell as she drew nearer to the corpse. While it was a bit scratchy, she was able to get the gist of Dread's scribbling. She kept it in mind that any plans she drew would probably have to be rudimentary and that writing in elvish would be a fool's errand. “Well, the purpose of the second weapon is very clear and would be great for getting troops into the tower...That's definitely one hell of a way to mobilize an assault force, that's for sure....” commented the elf as she glanced down at his diagrams. “...What does the first one do?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread swallowed the bite of meat as he almost sighed. He pointed to the flames and started to speak. "Dat un goes on me back. Da burnnas burn, the smoke makes more orks. Poppa gater."

He did not seem mad or even against the idea. He had a crude understanding that they did make more anytime he sustained heavy damage. In his ork mind that meant more damage, more orks.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

The elf glanced up and stared at Dread for a moment, her expression deadpan at his explanation. The ork seemed to be eating quite a lot. “I see...So it'll help you create more boyz. Interesting... Hm... In which case, anything would really do, wouldn't it? You may as well go around looking for more fights. I'll bet there's some beast or another around here that's waiting to be slaughtered.” There was no telling what lurked around these lands where the Sins had manifested. The giant that Dread had felled was only one example.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread shook his head. "Not nuff. Dis dos dat but n'ver stops." Dread stroked his chin deep in thought. Or you know, deep enough in thought. The snotlings had hammered the dents out from the inside of his armor, and the sparks has stopped. There was also a small train of missiles rolling out from the snotling town to load up their boss. He looked down and tossed the rest of the arm onto the pile of material for them.

Dread dropped his arms as the compartments across his chest began to open up. The snotlings ran lines from his the head of the helmet that they had used to get his head back on. They attached to the tips of the missiles, pulling them till the back was just over the ports, before pulling the a** end into the hold. Looking through the open loading bay for the missiles you could see the overlapping scars from each launch of the missiles that he had launched. This whole operation was going on Dread spoke. "N'ver tried to make un shokka gun dat big doe." He spoke again matter of factly.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

The war machine of the orks never halted, as was evidenced by their talking while Dread continued to eat and the snotlings continued to repair their leader all the while. Tauivae was still marveling at this. Not a moment was wasted. It was excellent. Watching Dread being rearmed served as a reminder of his strength and she wondered at how long she would be able to negotiate with this being in such a manner. “Hm...I see...Then this device would be much more effective for creating a large army, then.” The left corner of her lips twitched slightly and she smirked, then grinned widely at his admission. “Well, now's as good a time as ever to try, isn't it?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread shook his head no. "Gotsa make it furst." The large ork looked down as the bays began to close, finishing the rearming phase. The Ork Rocked and stood up. He looked down towards the arm that was left on the table. He picked it up and took a bite before tossing it into the clearing where he had slept. " 'e needz ta grow fings. 'et un it aye?" The Snotlings let out a cheer and ran to the fresh arm that had landed.

The Goff rolled his neck, looking left and right before he started to look about for what he wanted. He walked from house to house. the first few he seemed disinterested. Finally he gave a hur hur hur. Reaching his large arm through the window, pulling the window outward and making and opening big enough for him. He stepped through the doorway, grabbing the iron stove and the pipes that lead it to the top, tossing it into the room. He then went to three more houses before finding a second one. With a hur hur hur he picked up both stoves and some length of pipe before walking and sitting down near the town, dropping everything around him.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?

Location: Dread's Camp
With: Dread, The Horde

Tauivae shrugged as Dread tossed the remainders of his current meal to the horde of snotlings, who swarmed over the thing to feast. It was interesting, how much they all depended on each other. She followed him towards the houses, but rather than abandoning the first house so quickly as Dread had, having not found what he was looking for, she lingered on. While the ork had destroyed a good portion of the wall, he hadn't destroyed everything. The elf searched the place for anything that might give her a hint about what had become of the people that must have lived in such a place. A village like this wasn't empty for no reason. Wrath would continue exploring the houses, until she either found something of interest of got bored and returned to Dread's camp, to oversee the contraption that he was building.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[Your Pride and Joy]

It had been a week since Patience had arrived and kidnapped Aurianeh and her clutch. The tower she'd forged from nothing more than the earth and her hammer reached high up into the skies, and at the very top it could be presumed that Aurianeh was being held captive. For those who had braved entry into the tower, it would become common knowledge that things in there were never as they seemed. Strong magics roamed the spire, and each floor was a gamble. One might happen across rare gemstones on one floor, and a basilisk on the next. Going in alone was foolish, but the strong came back alive. Windows within the tower were usually nothing more than illusion, or one-way mirrors, though occasionally a real window could be land marked and used at a later time for quick entry into the tower. It would be tiresome to enter on level one every time one entered the tower, after all. Not that the floors seemed to make any sense at all. Some stairs led down, and some up. But every floor was a level higher. Monsters that had been slain seemed to re-spawn when the sun fell below the horizon. Truly, the tower was every adventure-lovers' dream, and every home-body's nightmare. And, at the very top, Patience waited. High above the clouds, she watched.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread sat down by the fire, the sound of iron shredding could be heard as he began to work on the iron stoves. He fought for awhile, but eventually it ripped in have. He looked down and barked to the Snotlings cleaning off the rest of the arm. "OI! Gos gettin un of dos burnna stones."

The mass of nonworking snotlings darted off, searching for the fire stones that they said they would have to find. The ork grabbed the stoves, pulling them apart he hammered them, pressing them together before he added the stove pipes. He looked around to the snotlings dragging about the small growing red stones. He nodded and placed them into the bottom of the contraption. The ork lifted this massive contraption over his head, placing the stoves onto his back and holding it. The snotlings start to clear off the area where it will connect, then tamping and welding it back into position. He sat for a good while, waiting for them to finally get in into place. He barked for it to start, the flames roared to life and Dread Roared in pain. The smell of burning orkflesh started to spread as the smoke pipes started to pump out spores and smoke.

Da Waaaagggghhhh is comming.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

I will post another on that is current, and not 6 days ago as well.