New Malice - Open (Walk-In)

[Kiro_ShinigamiKiro_Shinigami]

Location the living room
Alone
Eating and drinking
Watching time pass

It had been a while since his tired bones came here from wherever it was his body found him.

He ate and drank the fridge empty and looked about at the silence the house now had, A quality that didn't suit its grandeur and life. he finished off a few hams and potato's and then cleaned up leaving the kitchen spotless before walking about wondering where did the universe go off to?

Looking at the garden now overgrown he decided to trim that and look after the hedge animals and then the rest before he would rest again

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread stood looking towards the direction he was firing in. His red eyes glowed with a light blood lust as he smiled a orky toothy grin. Suddenly a large hammer struck the side of Dread. He roared out in pain as he reached out with his hands, grabbing the nobz goff hammer, holding him back as the larger ork roars, rages, and fights. The two other Nobz that had not engaged start to surround Dread.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

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

Location:Poking a mammoth with a stick.
With:The Enemy, Vengeance, with Dread nearby.

Probabilities. That was all she calculated. This elf was no seer, but Tauivae had been very good at predicting enemy movements from an early age. As the years went on, that skill had been honed and she rarely found herself wrong, these days. She wasn't shocked at all when Dread roared out once more, knowing what this meant; he was under attack. Joy of joys, my thirsty friend...May your bloodletting never end,” she thought to the blade she wore. There was surely to be more of it. Wrath darted through the woods and did not stop in her path as she neared the edge of the clearing. Without a word she broke through the treeline and half-ran,half-lept onto the back of the nearest enemy ork. Having alighted the brute's shoulders, the elf braced herself where he could not turn to face or grab her. The elf drew Vengeance from its sheath and drove the accursed blade down through the ork's back, where the neck meets the shoulders, and out through the throat. She'd remembered what fighting giants was like. It had been a while and the elf had had to think about it.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[ChainsawDooM]

*ZOT*

"What da fraggin' zog!" were the first words to come out of Big Mek Gunna Snazzbrainz' mouth as the strange portal dropped him into the woods. He landed with a resounding thud, his already impressive bulk highly amplified by the ramshackle-looking, but very thick mega-armor he wore.

"Zog me! 'Dis is gonna take all fraggin' day ter get back up!" he said. Servos and gears whined in protest as he tried to get himself upright again, not an easy task when your armor weighs more than a ton.

"Wingnut! Where da zog is ya! Report in, ya no good, zoggin' git!" he yelled.

"Over here, boss!" Said a slightly higher, but no less guttural voice. "Oi fell into dis 'ere tree!"

As Gunna looked, he saw his best grot rigger, Private First Class Wingnut, stuck up in a tree, his burna tank still on his back but the business end hanging from another branch.

"Well quit muckin' about an' get me up!" Gunna roared.

"Yes sir! Roight away, boss!" he said, as he started to squirm down from the tree. Unfortunately, the grot neglected to grab his burna before starting to climb down, and the hose caught on a tree limb.

"Uaaagh!" yelled Wingut as he fell, now dangling from the tree by the burna tank strapped to his back.

"Oh, fer da luv uv Mork. Foin, Oi'll do it meself. Youz is gonna make me waste me go-juice roight off da bat, isn't ya. Wingnut! Youz is on raport fer in... incom... being a stupid git an' not doin' yer job roight!"

"... Yes, boss." said Wingnut, dejectedly.

"Roight, den. Up we goes"
Gunna activated his kustom megabooster set to thrust him forward. He got the idea from seeing one of those Tau battlesuits in combat. They sure looked puny, but they were pretty fast, and if there was one thing he hated about his mega-armor, it is that it slowed him down so he couldn't get stuck in as fast. Problem was he couldn't use it much before it had to be refilled. It only had enough juice to work for about 20 seconds. He was sure this was going to use at least 3, and who knew when he'd find some more. It also had the unfortunate tendency to sometimes explode... but, hey, such was the price of speed.

"Well, den... youz is got yerself into a mess, 'aven't you, Wingnut. Why don't Oi help ya out, den." he said as he took aim with his pride and joy: a short, six-barreled Vulkan Kannon he affectionately called "Da Beast." He let out a toothy grin before spitting a short burst of 20mm death at the tree limb that the burna hose was caught on.

"Uaaagh!" Wingnut yelled for the second time, this time falling the remaining 10 feet to the ground, landing underneath the heavy burna tank and the burna itself conking him on the head.

"Wingnut! Quit muckin' about an' get up! We'z got sum finkin' ter do..." Says Gunna as he roughly picked Wingnut up with his power klaw (field turned off) and dropped him even more roughly on his feet.

After straightening his long nose back out and dusting himself off, Wingnut took a look around, and squinted in confusion.
"...Where is we boss?"

"Does Oi look like an expert on wots on da uvver soide uv fan-see warp portals, Wingnut? 'OW DA ZOG SHOULD OI KNOW!"

Suddenly, Wingnuts keener gretchin ears picked up the sound of fighting off in the distance, but still relatively close by.

"Uhhh... boss?"

"Oi mean, what da zog kinda sound is 'ZOT' fer a portal anyway!?"

"Boss?"

"It ain't proppa! Should be a 'ZAP' ur a 'POP', ur meybe even a 'FOP' ... no... not a 'fop', dat's just silly dat is..."

"BOSS!"

"WHUT! WHUT DA ZOG IS SO IMPORTANT YOUZ HAS TER INTERRUPT ME FINKIN' WAGON!"

"Oi hears a scrap over dat way! Oi fink wez should check it out!"

"Why din cha say so, sooner! Lez get ta foot-sloggin'! ... But lez try an' sneak up on 'ems soz we kin know wot wez dealin' wiff 'ere, first..." ((As sneaky as an 8ft tall ork in over a ton of armor can be... wink ))

"Roger, boss."

And with that, they headed off to the sound of what one might say sounded suspiciously like an Ork Warboss getting hit in the head with a hammer by a Goff nob.
((If you couldn't tell, they're both from the Blood Axes clan))

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread dropped his own hammer, his large fists wrapping around the hammer of the Goff that had struck him. He shook the cobwebs from his head as he began to swing the smaller no by his hammer, his face bleeding.

His helmet had been partially crushed, Two of the five snotlings in his helmet had died, one hanging on for all he is worth. While one tried his best to assist, the other remain in his command station, barking orders in his small voice that the armor seemed to respond to. Suddenly a small jet behind the right elbow of the large ork opened full for just a half a second, befoer the armor closed around it to hide it again. The jet launched the fist of Dread up into the jaw of the opposing ork. Dread smiled, jerking the hammer out of the nobz arms before hitted it with the pommel, then swinging the head of the hammer into the ork's ribs.

Dread then grabbed the very end of the hammer, swinging it over his head and throwing it as hard as he could towards the one remaining ork. The hammer slammed into his gut, pushing him through the woods towards the sneaking Blood Axes ork.

Tauivae's ork felt the blade go through its neck. It willed its arms to his neck to grab the blade, but his life was disappearing fast. Within seconds the Red eyes of the ork would have gone dark.

Dread turned his attention back to the Ork that had hit him in the face. He fell upon the ork, rending limbs off of the poor nob, before he began to use them as a hammer against their former master, gutteral orkish curses and roars falling from his lips as the nob becomes less and less orkish and more and more poolish.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

[ChainsawDooM]

((Sorry, playing a bit of catch-up, here))
Gunna and Wingnut halted near the edge of the clearing, taking cover in some of the brush. There were some simple grenade traps set up nearby, but they were still warm and showed up on Gunna's cybernetik eye, so he had avoided them easily.

The sight they saw was interesting, to say the least. It appeared that there were Orks on the other side of this warp portal. Goffs, at that. While Gunna never really liked Goffs, he didn't hate them either. Their disorganized manner of war displeased him, somewhat, but they made up for it by having the most and the strongest boyz, even though most of them were dumber than a brain-dead squig.

It seemed like they were in the middle of some sort of power struggle, likely who should be the Warboss. If his hunch was correct, he could understand why. It looked like the current boss was quite odd compared to the other nobz, and he was wearing armor unlike any other Orky armor Gunna had ever seen before. It covered him almost like a second skin of scales. But that was nothing compared to the fact that the he seemed to be on fire. Even odder still, was that it seemed not to care, or even to notice.

"Hmm... Looks, familia, eh Wingnut?" Gunna whispered.
One of the Nobz was blown away by Dread's shoota.

"My teef are on da big ones."

"Dunno, Wingnut. Even dough 'e looks loik 'ed be runtier den dem wiffout dat armor on, dat wun'z armor looks pretty flash, an' someone musta set dese traps. I'm bettin' on 'im. 2 teef an' a fungus beer sez brainz winz over brawn."
Just then, 3 more Nobz showed up and one of them caught Dread with a mean blindside to the head with his Goff hammer, causing him to roar in pain.

"Dealz! You'z can't takes it backs now!" Wingnut whispered triumphantly.

Impressively, Dread shook off the attack, and grabbed the offending Goff's hammer. And then he did something neither of them expected. Gunna watched mesmerized, as a rocket appeared in dread's elbow seemingly from nowhere and assisted in a massive uppercut, and he softly stated in an awed and slightly envious tone "...Rokkit-powah'd elbows..."

Dread then finished off a nasty combo against the offending nob, sending him whizzing into the woods near the two Blood Axes, slamming into and breaking a tree, leaving him slumped forward and very dazed. Almost simultaneously, what looked like an Eldar dropped down from the trees and killed another nob with a single blow.

"No fairz..."Wingnut lamented softly.

Shaking himself out of it, Gunna immediately hand-signaled to Wingnut. The message was simple: go to that nob by the tree and slit him quietly. Nodding greedily, Wingut quietly disappeared into the foliage. A weak grunt of surprise and a quiet gurgling was all he needed to hear to know that Wingnut had succeeded in giving their new Goff acquaintance a brand new Armegeddon Smile. Nick had another victim.

"Oy! 'Oo is youz!" Gunna heard from behind him. He spun around quickly, readying Da Brawn to parry and Da Beast to blow away whatever was challenging him.

[ChainsawDooM]

It was a good thing, too. Two Goff nobs faced him. Not one for talking, apparently, the Larger nob with a hammer had already closed the distance with a charge and was swinging his Goff hammer at Gunna's head. Meanwhile, the other one was trying to get a clear shot while closing the distance. With a backhand of his power klaw, Gunna snapped the Goff's hammer in mid-swing, ruining it's aim and killing the power behind the blow as it bounced harmlessly on the shoulder of his armor. The nob was quick to recover, however, and hit Gunna right in the face with a hard left straight. Luckily, his iron gob took the brunt of the blow, and Gunna countered with a left straight of his own, the thumb of Da Brawn spearing through the nobs guarding right arm and into his skull, and the fingers into his lungs and heart, killing him almost instantly.

Grinning in savage, maniacal happiness, now, Gunna turned off the power field in his klaw and turned sideways to present a smaller target while he lifted up the now dead nob as a shield against the other nob's shoota, as the other nob now found his shot clear in an unexpected way. Planting Da Beast into the gut of his new nob-shield, the motors wound up and a stream of dakka chewed through the makeshift shield, only the tough green hide of the Goff keeping it from ripping in half. The other nob was pushed into cover by the hail of death being sent his way.

Just then, a gout of flame ripped out from the foliage, engulfing the other nob in flames. Falling out of cover, with his guard down as he screamed and did the burny-dance, Da Beast quickly chewed through him.

"AH HAR HAR HAR HAR! ...Ahhhh... Roight den," he said as he casually threw the nob's body to the side. "Lez go save dat new Boss an' his snazzy armor from dat Eldar."
"Uh... boss? What if dey'z friendz?"
"Wat? don' be re... ridil... Don' be stupid. One a dem pointy-eared pan-zee gitz an' a Goff? Next youz will be tellin' me dat snotlings is really brainy an' can talk an' erryfing! Hur hur, stoopid Wingnut."
"Oi's is jus' sayin', boss. Lez talk to 'em before wez go in shootin'. If deyz bad, we'll know soon enuff, roight? ... 'fink of it loik interrogatin', you likes dat, roight boss?"
"Foin. Lez go, den, shall wez?"
And with that, they entered the clearing.
((Also of note, now that I think about it, that last exchange would have been more than loud enough for both of you to hear it if you were listening...))

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

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

Location:In the Woods
With:Vengeance, Dread nearby; Another ork and ally, status unknown.

Even though their enemies fell around them, Wrath was severely displeased. She remained upon the back on the slain ork as it fell, riding the strange mount to the ground before withdrawing her blade. “Let's have done with this! I am sick of all this noise!” snarled the elf as she set foot on the ground, glancing over at Dread as she spoke. He was still engaged with one of the brutes, but that was soon ended. The Warboss was very good at doing what he did, it didn't take his reducing another ork into a pool of goo and ichor to prove that, but it certainly drove the point home.

Much to her surprise, Tauivae did not like surprises, there was the sound of more fighting taking place just out of sight; a sure sign that more had joined the fray. Silence, unless one counted Dread's making ork-pulp, fell around them and another ork and one of those goblin-like-gretchin-thingys broke through the woods at the edge of the clearing. The elf slowly turned toward them and scowled as she flicked her crimson eyed gaze in their direction. In a tone that implied that wrong answer would elicit endless suffering, she inquired “To whom are you allied?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread stopped and smelt the air filled with burning ork...

Well more burning ork, he had grown used to the constant smell and pain the Proppagator had been causing him. Dread turned, lifting his hand to scoop the one snotling that had held on to his helmet after the hammer had struck. He held the snotling at his shoulder before a small door opened and he squeezed through. Dread rolled his neck and looked towards the Mek boy with the more classic Mega Armor and a Grot. He stopped and looked between them and then towards Wrath. He held out his armored hand in front of Wrath as he approached the Mek boy.

"Oi, Dis is da waaaaggghhh of WRATH. I am da Big Boss Dread."

Dread smiled his orky smile as he slid his boot under the hant of his goff hammer. "Yooz lookin fer a waaaaaaaagghhhhh?"

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

As they entered the clearing, they were met with the sight of Dread turning one of the offending nobz into a steaming pile of festive red and green nob-goo.
"Hmmph. Goffz... Alwayz muckin' about when dey'ze shuld be actin'," Gunna remarked quietly to himself with a small frown and a disapproving shake of his head.

Then, the Eldar turned its attention towards them. No... not wunna dem Eldar. Gunna thought. Not tall enuff, no wraifbone ur shoiny gem-bitz, an' da smell iz wrong. ... Elf-dar, den.

And then, it threatened him while asking him a question.

His head lowered as he smiled in manic glee showing his two biggest tusk-like teef, the insane glint in his eye that of a race whose psychotic need for warfare was genetically encoded into the core of their being. Adrenaline, endorphins, dopamine, and dozens of other chemicals flooded his system to prepare him for the coming fight the twiggy little challenger clearly wanted and his kind craved like a drug.

"Boss!? Interrogatin', not foightin'! Remember!?" Wingnut said quickly, a note of panic in his voice.

Gunna shook his head, clearing the battlelust from his system. "A-hem... Roight... talkin' toim," he said quietly, still a bit disoriented from the biological cocktail coursing through his system.

Just then, Dread looked at the two of them, and held his hand in front of the Elf-dar, and spoke.

"Wraff an' Dread, iz it?" he said, looking first back to Wrath and then to Dread. "Iz Oi lookin' fer a WAAAAAAAGH!? Hur hur hur." Gunna replied, with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. "Now, den. Wut kinda proppa Ork isn' lookin' fer a good scrap, let alone a proppa WAAAAAGH?" he answered with a very Orky smirk. "Course Oi is." he said, finally truly dropping his guard and giving as friendly of a big, toothy grin as an Ork can give.

"Now, afore we'z get ter introdukshuns, lemme get back ter answerin' da elf-dar'z question. 'E'z seemed so eager fer a scrap, earlier, it 'ad me all rarin' ter go an' fergettin' me mannerz." he said, looking back over at Wrath and grinning, the hunger for a fight still present in his eyes, although obviously being repressed.

"Now den... ' 'oo iz Oi allied to', eh?" he paused and scratched his iron gob in thought with his klawed hand, an old habit which now only resulted in the raspy screeching of metal on metal. "If'z youz iz worried Oi iz runnin' wiff dem Goff nobz, youz shuldn' be. Lez jus' say dat me, bein' boff a Blood Axe an' a Big Mek, well, Oi'z has got a bit uv a 'istory wiff Goff Boyz, an' Nobz in partikular. An' lez jus' say dat dat history usually ends up wiff dem Goffz not 'avin' a future, if ya get me meanin'." he said while grinning at his own dark humor. "No offenze ter prezent kompany, but dem Goffz don' loik any boyz what iz a bit odd gettin' big enuff ter be in charge uv anyfing - loik what 'appened 'ere" he added with a glance to Dread and a nod, "an' deyz is bull-'eaded enuff ter fink deyz kin do sumptin' about it. Dere's a reason dat deir symbol iz a bullz 'ead. Jus' don' go finkin' every Ork iz da same, Elf-dar"

"But ter answer yer question, meself, Oi guess," he said with a shrug, "dough you'z kuld say Oi'z iz between bosses at da moment. Doin' a bit uv 'dimenshunal freebootin'' youz kuld say fer da last six monfs. Not quite freebootin', dough, 'cause Oiz nevah stopped bein' a Blood Axe. An' not by choice, neivah, but dat'z a long story fer anuvva toim."

"Now, den." he reached over with his klaw to his right arm and worked a lever, then folded Da Beast back into its standby position so he could freely use his right hand if needed. "Oi'z iz Big Mek Gunna Snazzbrainz uv da Blood Axes," he said while giving a rather sharp-looking salute, his feet coming to attention and his right hand clanging into the chest of his armor. He then gestured to the grot next to him. "An' dis 'ere is Private Firs' Klass Wingnut da grot rigger, also uv da Blood Axes,"

Wingnut snaped the burna to his left shoulder and gave an equally proper salute, his right hand snapping quickly to his brow and back down, then nodding first to Wrath, and then to Dread. "Ma'am, Sir. Pleazed ta meetcha." He then went back to holding the burna normally, watching the exchange intently while smiling his needle-toothed grin.

"Oi'z is da best mek in da whole uv da Blood Axez, an' Oi'z has seen an' made all da fings what Orkz has made, an' even wunz dat no uvver Ork has, ter boot. If you'z is lookin' fer a big mek, Oi's is da roight smart an' proppa choice. But firs', 'oo is we stompin'?" he asked, the hunger for battle once again soaking into his features.

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

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

Location: In the Woods
With: Vengeance, Dread, and Gunna.

That the other ork thought to challenge her in response to her questioning was no surprise, though his actions only served to irritate her further. She sneered and took a half step toward the ork before his companion intervened, serving to remind them both that there were more diplomatic paths than trying to hack each other into pieces. Seething, Wrath sheathed her accursed blade as Dread addressed Gunna. The elf listened intently as he set about introducing himself and explaining his allegiances. Or lack thereof? This ork seemed to have a bit more of a complex thought process than Dread. They were, though, more alike to each other than to any orcs she'd even seen. How odd that two should end up in such a place. Then again, this could prove to be advantageous. Tauivae grinned wickedly as she thought, listening to the two of them. She snickered darkly, almost falling into the trap of laughter when Gunna asked about their enemy. “Ah...But what is it that we war against?” she asked, almost whispering, as if asking herself. Without looking towards her target, the mad elf grinned and gestured with her maimed hand at the tower in the distance, saying to Gunna, “We war, eternally, against the Virtues. Against peace, against Life!” all but hissing the last word, then continuing in a more level tone, as if fighting with herself to remain calm while she spoke. “I seek to bring that tower down and to destroy its creator. To build an army that will conquer all that lies in its path," she said, then paused, catching herself before she started ranting. "Now, then, I am thinking that Big Boss Dread needs a new mek. What say you?”

The call to battle,
The Song of War.

((Reference post by Your Pride and Joy, halfway down the linked page.))

[ChainsawDooM]

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

Lokashun: Clearin' in Da Woodz
Wiff: Dread, Wingnut, an' Wraff.

Gunna took in the large tower she pointed to and grinned. He liked taking down huge fortresses. They always provided quite a bit of fun. He also couldn't help but take in the arm she gestured with. That was definitely something he could work on improving.

"Oi'z sez dat dat soundz loik a start." he responded with a nod. "Alwayz fun ter kick over wunna dem 'uge zog-off forts," he added while glancing towards the incredibly tall tower in the distance. "We'z Orkz is made fer 'ternal war. Dunno wot wunna dese 'virt-chooze' is, dough, but dey sound soft. 'Opefully dey'ze gotz sum dead 'ard boyz followin' 'em. Slaughterz iz amuzin' an' all, but deyz iz a long way from a good 'n' proppa foight. An' datz all dat matterz to da Orkz."

He stopped for a moment in thought. "Well, mos' Orkz, anyway. Me, Oi'z is a mek, so Oi'z also loik buildin' an' tinkerin' an' jus' makin' fings more killy... Speakin' uv, lez 'ave a look at ya."

He took in the one called "Wraff," beginning to analyze her combat effectiveness and how best he could ply his trade to improve it. He started with her sword arm, which someone seemed to have cooked extra-crispy. "Arm'z damaged... kuld use sum cybanetiks. No: Elf-dar. Dokz can't work on anyfing what isn' a proppa shade uv green. Wouldn't work. Glove-fingy, den. Yeh... lotza fings Oi kuld do wiff dat."

His gaze then wandered to her chest, next. His eyebrow popped up in an intrigued expression, his gaze lingering for a while as he seemed to ponder. "Miffril ches'-plate... snazzy. Neva had a chance ter analyze dat metal. Wonda how itz made. Very loight. Strong, dough. Be good fer lotza fings..."

He stopped and looked her up and down again, and then seemed to realize something while pounding his fist into his open klaw, then pointing at her. "Youz iz an Elf-dar, yeh? Not too fond uv da loud boomz an' roarin' dakka, roight? Proppa shame, dat... but Oi'z fink Oi kin make sumfin' fer ya what'll make da loud fings less loud an' make da quiet fings more loud. Won' take mor den an hour, if'n youz is intrested. No payment, neiver. Aldough, Oi'd loik ter borrow dat chestplate an' take a look at it, wheneva dat iz good fer youz."

He then looked over at Dread.

"... Yep. Oi'z iz gonna wanna take a look at dat armour when we'z get back ter kamp, boss. Neva seen nuffin' loik it. Uvver den dat, youz in da need uv sum betta dakka an' powah weapunz, boss. Oi'z is finkin' a big quad-kannon, wunna dem chain choppas, an' a powah hammah, ter boot. Dat'll get ya roight an' snazzed up, fer now. Less'n a course you'z has got somfin' kustom in mind, eh?"

"But firs', lez take a look at dat kamp. Oi'z bet it could do wiff sum fortifyin'. An' Oi'z'll need ter be buildin' me a Mek's shop. Yessir, lotz ter do, lotz ter do."

He looked between them both. "So, Oi'z is takin' it dat da kamp's dat way, roight?" he asked while pointing towards the camp. It didn't take a genius to find the route, as it looked like the Goffz had run in shooting the trees. "Shall we go, den? Lotz ter do," he said, while beginning to turn his armored bulk that direction, waiting for Dread to lead the way. He was the victorious boss, after all.

[The Shade of Casin]

Remember you lot of grot lovers...

Dread stopped and smelt the air filled with burning ork...

Dread grinned from ear to ear as he turned and began to walk back towards the camp, leaving all of his unexploded traps laying in wait for whom or whatever may have found its way into them. He moves towards the clearing, the trees begin to show signs of orks opening fire. At first just a pop here and there, but towards the edge it looks as if it had been on the edge of a serious fire fight, and Wrath and Dread could see the tree line had been literally shot back about four feet.

Dread stopped at the end of the treeline before he slammed his fist on his chest. "I IZ DA BIGGEST! I IZ DA BOSS! WAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"

Thew ork Camp erupted in the sound of the orks cheers before Dread gave a hur hur hur and began to move his way through the camp He walked past some large workshops that Gunna would realize was some Mek shops from the Goff boys, however their shop was fairly basic and really ran down without the proper enemies for lootin about.

Dread finally made his way into the large tent that had been where he was nearly killed by Wrath. He turned and sat down next to the rather expansive snotling city. He rolled his shoulders and held out his right arm, the underslung gun falling off of his arm and crashing to the cobblestone below. In the middle of town stood a crude image to Wrath's likeness, and the sound of small orkish voices rang out. The city came to life as maufatories in the center of town roared to life, starting to work on replacing the lost parts from Dread. After Dread had been sitting for a moment or two, snotling came from inside the armor, vents and ports opened, and the smell of flux and the sound of the snotlings working filled the air. The top of the smashed in helmet was the first chunk to fall off. A small Grot appeared at the door. "Massa Dread, wutz yooz need?"

Dread smiled and laughed. "Fud n drinks fer all. Meal fer 'ix." The Grot ran off before Dread motioned to the rather spartan room. There was a boss pole and a beating pole next to the throne made for Dread, however the rest of the room was well picked rubble piles and the every growing snotling village, a long table near the Throne that Wrath would find her place, and seating that should allow five nobz to fight and talk about the place.

I is the biggest, so I is the Boss

Clockwork_Daeva

ChainsawDooM

[ChainsawDooM]

Lokashun: Oskah Moik
Wiff: Dread, Wraff, an' Wingnut

Gunna followed dread, eager to see the camp he would be spending his time in. He watched Dread's affirmation of his right by might to lead the Orkz somewhat impassively. After all, Dread was the biggest. His "speech" hit on this point quite well, and while it was short and to the point, Gunna had to admit it covered all the bases.

The sorry state of the Goff Mek shops was a bit of a disappointment, but at least they looked to have some rudimentary working blast furnaces. That was a start: He wouldn't have to start from scratch. Gunna had planned to build his own Mek's shop, anyway. Just a simple shell at first to keep the weather off, it would be rebuilt to his liking after he got his infrastructure up and running. His designs were far from ordinary for a Mek, and that required quite a bit of room, and most importantly, autonomy.

He followed Dread and Wrath to the tent. After they both entered, Gunna opened the flap and looked in. His jaw immediately dropped open, and then quickly clamped shut with a clang, while Wingnut fumbled and almost dropped his burna before quickly recovering. They then quickly backed out of the tent, hoping their reactions went unnoticed. The hushed notes of a fierce and somewhat panicked sounding discussion could be heard from outside of the tent flap, but for some reason, even though they were only separated by the relatively thin fabric of the tent, they were muffled to incomprehensibility.

"Gork'z gigantik mushroom covered arse!" Gunna fiercely whispered while gesticulating wildly. "Didja see dat! Deres a zoggin' snotling city in dat tent!"
"Oi knowz!" Wingnut replied, his hands slapping into the sides of his head and folding over the top in exasperated disbelief.
"And dere's a fraggin' statue uv dat angry, twiggy elf-dar in da middle uv it!"
"Oi saw!" he says, his hands sliding down his face and pulling his cheeks down in an expression of confused horror.
"And dey wuz chantin' at it! Loik it wuz an image uv Gork an' Mork demselves!"
"EeeeeuuuaaAAAUG-" he began to wail and started to stomp his feet and flail around in full-blown hysterics. Gunna quickly shut him up with a sharp, but not brutalizing, backhand with his gauntlet.

What sounded like a cat being strangled began to be heard, before a somewhat dull clang cut it short.

"Shut yer gob, ya stupid git!" said Gunna, as the steadily raising volume of the hysterical grot and the fear of being discovered shocked him into regaining some composure. The backhand seemed to bring the panicking grot back to his senses, too.
"We'z need intellerjance. Now! Geddit! Oi don't care how. An' loot da teef frum da dead Goffz in da fores' az covah. We'z fergot ter do dat, anywayz. Oi'll seez whot Oi kin foind out." he says and then nods to the grot. He then turned back to the tent and prepared to go in.
"Roight, boss!" Wingnut said while he snapped a quick salute. He then quickly ran off into a nearby alleyway and disappeared into the night.

Gunna then entered the tent, and looked at his two new acquaintances apologetically while he shrugged, carrying the motion into a cocksure rolling of his shoulders and putting on the carefree swagger of someone who had just put an underling in his place. "Sorry 'bout dat. Stupid git fott 'e wuz gunna eat in 'ere wiff da big boyz. Hur Hur Hur. 'Ad ter put 'im in 'is place an' told 'im ter grab yer teef from da battle dat we fergot, Boss."

After waiting for Wrath to sit, Gunna went to the other side of the table from her and near Dread and kneeled down on the ground, his mega armor creaking in protest. He doubted he'd be able to sit properly in the rigid one-and-a-half ton vehicle he was wearing that had the audacity to call itself armor.

After the grot left, Gunna lets out a big smile. "Oi's iz gunna enjoy dis. S'been a week sinze Oi'z had anyfin' ter eat, jus' survivin' off da green uv me skin an' da rush uv da WAAAGH! Even longer since Oi's had a real fungus beer! Since bafore Oi got sucked into dis dimenshunal hoppin' bizness." he said, his face brightening more and his klaw and gauntleted hand clanging and scraping together as he rubbed them in excitement at the mention of fungus beer.

Roilvn Whiro

Clockwork_Daeva

[The Everchangeling]

Roilvn Whiro

ChainsawDooM

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

Location: Here and There
With: Vengeance, Dread, and Gunna .

Tauivae, by no means, liked to be under the close scrutiny of any being and that this ork was eying her breastplate with such fervor was more than annoying. The insane, impatient, elf restrained herself, for the moment. There were larger goals to be attained, that was the constant reminder. She smirked, then shrugged. “I must refuse, regardless of how well it would work or not. You won't lay a hand on me or my armor. You could try to lay a hand on my blade, but I wouldn't recommend it.” After this, Wrath fell into a brooding silence. She let the two orks talk amongst themselves and fell into step behind them by a few paces, listening as they talked while walking back to the camp. A twisted smile touched her lips upon seeing the mowed down tree line. Such was the might of this mere band of ruffians. How much more could be accomplished with a horde?

Dread was greeted with cheers when they reached the camp. As was to be expected. There'd also be a feast, of sorts, and a meeting with the remaining nobs. There were rules to be adhered to; few and very straight forward, brutal, rules, but rules none-the-less. It was something that the blackguard found rather amusing. Order in chaos, as it were. After following them for a few moments, Tauivae took off on her own path, out of the view of the crowds and circled her way around to the back of Dread's tent. She entered just after Dread arrived. That the snotling's town had grown was annoyingly unexpected. She should have known better. The elf scowled at the statue of her likeness. No amount of swearing or cursing their existence would make the tiny gremlins destroy it...but she doubted that Dread would like it if she started a fire in his tent, so she left it alone.

With a muttered complaint, the elf settled herself in the spot she'd taken up while imposing her presence on the meetings that took place here and glanced over at the newly found mek when he popped his head into the tent. They still didn't know enough about him to suit her own interests, but it would have to do. That he was skilled was more than obvious and that could prove to be useful. She raised a brow when he vanished from sight and snickered at the ensuing exchange that took place on the other side of the hide flap. Her laughter died quickly. Gunna did have a point. Intelligence was needed. She would have to do something about that, later. “Dimensional hopping seems to be a common affliction, around here,” said Tauivae to Gunna's comment following his enthused response to the prospect of the fungus beer that these ork-kin loved.

The call to battle,
The Song of War.