Post by Arguleon Veq on Jul 17, 2008 11:22:33 GMT -5
Snotgob was already in a foul mood before this new mess had presented itself. None where escaping his wrath and he had even threatened to turn Gnarkill his lumbering, ever loyal Black Orc bodyguard come Lieutenant into a furry Squig. The Elves had stalled his Waaagh and he was losing support from other tribes. The Lowland Goblins of the Deaths Face tribe were still rallying to his Blood Moon banner though, their fearsome Warboss Toofcracka, an odd character that was all for ‘Pro Gobboness’ and took any opportunity to aid any Gobbo led Waaagh, to aid in anything in fact that had a Gobbo in positions of power over Orcs. Fellow Goblin leaders loved him and could always rely on him, Orcs cursed his name, most of them were cut down in single combat soon after. Although strangely he never tried to get his own Waaagh going, always too busy stomping Orcs and using them as cannon fodder in his own forces. He did not get on with Gnarkill though, at all. Gnarkill was a dumb brute but even he could sense the hostility Toofcracka showed towards him, only Gnarkills fear of Snotgob and Toofcrackas respect of him stopped them coming to blows whenever they met.
The Skaven has seemingly come out of nowhere, infiltrating the lower systems of his looted Dwarf mine network and clashing with his Gobbos. They didn’t seem intent on taking his stronghold from him but he did not know what their motives were and they were now getting close to his Squig farms. His ferocious Squigs far too valuable an asset to risk. So this council had been called, messengers had been scurrying back and forth between the two armies for days, some were murdered, some weren’t. From the ones that weren’t murdered they had agreed to meet in this abandoned mine tunnel, well away from their main forces. No more than 2 advisors. He knew the Skaven to be paranoid and sneaky, probably almost as paranoid and sneaky as himself, he also knew their leader was a powerful mage and so would no doubt detect any trickery. He hoped the Skaven would respect his power to do the same.
Snotgob entered first, not wanting to seem cowardly in front of his lieutenants but his nervous glancing from side to side gave him away. Gnarkill and Toofcracka entered just behind him, flanking him on either side, the two greatest warriors at his disposal would no doubt come in handy if things got out of hand. In front of him stood a Rat Man, its pale white fur and Horns distinctly marking it out from the huge grizzled warlord rat that stood beside it.
‘Only 2?’ asked Snotgob ‘No, 3, I sense him’ he continued before the Skaven could answer. Toofcracka readied his huge battleaxe in anticipation.
The Grey Seer smirked, impressed with Snotgobs power ‘Yes, yes!, 3’ with a wave of his hand a 3rd Skaven dropped from the ceiling of the tunnel, landing lightly next to the other two, its dark green almost black robes blending in perfectly in the gloom. Only its eyes and teeth standing out with any clarity. Vicious looking metal claws strapped to its hands.
‘This is a Gobbo hold Rat Man’ chimed in Toofcracka menacingly ‘We will smash ya furry little heads and roast your tails if you don’t clear off!’
The Grey Seer snickered ‘We don’t want your hold!, no, no!. We are just passing through and your warriors..’ the Warlord snorted at the suggestion of the Goblins being warriors, eliciting a growl from behind the skull face paint of Toofcracka ‘…attacked us. We have much grander schemes than the taking of your hold but this fighting has weakened our force. We head to another Dwarven Mine, you are welcome to their over ground buildings if you want them. Good, good they are, sturdy and strong. You can even have their mines if you want them once we are done. Only one thing we want, want’
‘Wot Fing?’ Drawled Gnarkill, Snotgob getting annoyed that he wasn’t get a word in at his own meeting!
‘Not for you to know green ones, our offer is generous though?, yes, yes?. You get to kill the stunty ones and you gain our aid in stealing their mines’.
Snotgob pondered it for a while tensions rising, the stealthy Skaven in dark green edging closer to him and his Lieutenants, ‘You got a deal’ replied Snotgob, spitting on his hand and offering it out, the Grey seer stepped back and looked and his Warrior advisor, the hulking Rat shrugged, spat on its own hand, and clasped it with Snotgobs.
‘Good good!’ hurried the Seer ‘But we must be quick, quick. Time is short and other forces are already amassing.
‘Elves?’ asked Snotgob warily
‘No’ replied the Seer testily ‘Now go, go, ready your army green skin, we must march soon’.
With that the Seer and Warlord turned and exited the tunnel. The other Rat Man had simply disappeared.
Snotgob pondered what it was the Skaven were after once he had sent Gnarkill and Toofcracka off to organise the lads. Whatever it was, if it was something he wanted, he could always kill them once it was over and take it for himself and in the meanwhile, he got to kill dwarfs and him and his boys could hide behind the rats until they were close enough to stick the knife in. Maybe his Waaagh was on again after all.
The Skaven has seemingly come out of nowhere, infiltrating the lower systems of his looted Dwarf mine network and clashing with his Gobbos. They didn’t seem intent on taking his stronghold from him but he did not know what their motives were and they were now getting close to his Squig farms. His ferocious Squigs far too valuable an asset to risk. So this council had been called, messengers had been scurrying back and forth between the two armies for days, some were murdered, some weren’t. From the ones that weren’t murdered they had agreed to meet in this abandoned mine tunnel, well away from their main forces. No more than 2 advisors. He knew the Skaven to be paranoid and sneaky, probably almost as paranoid and sneaky as himself, he also knew their leader was a powerful mage and so would no doubt detect any trickery. He hoped the Skaven would respect his power to do the same.
Snotgob entered first, not wanting to seem cowardly in front of his lieutenants but his nervous glancing from side to side gave him away. Gnarkill and Toofcracka entered just behind him, flanking him on either side, the two greatest warriors at his disposal would no doubt come in handy if things got out of hand. In front of him stood a Rat Man, its pale white fur and Horns distinctly marking it out from the huge grizzled warlord rat that stood beside it.
‘Only 2?’ asked Snotgob ‘No, 3, I sense him’ he continued before the Skaven could answer. Toofcracka readied his huge battleaxe in anticipation.
The Grey Seer smirked, impressed with Snotgobs power ‘Yes, yes!, 3’ with a wave of his hand a 3rd Skaven dropped from the ceiling of the tunnel, landing lightly next to the other two, its dark green almost black robes blending in perfectly in the gloom. Only its eyes and teeth standing out with any clarity. Vicious looking metal claws strapped to its hands.
‘This is a Gobbo hold Rat Man’ chimed in Toofcracka menacingly ‘We will smash ya furry little heads and roast your tails if you don’t clear off!’
The Grey Seer snickered ‘We don’t want your hold!, no, no!. We are just passing through and your warriors..’ the Warlord snorted at the suggestion of the Goblins being warriors, eliciting a growl from behind the skull face paint of Toofcracka ‘…attacked us. We have much grander schemes than the taking of your hold but this fighting has weakened our force. We head to another Dwarven Mine, you are welcome to their over ground buildings if you want them. Good, good they are, sturdy and strong. You can even have their mines if you want them once we are done. Only one thing we want, want’
‘Wot Fing?’ Drawled Gnarkill, Snotgob getting annoyed that he wasn’t get a word in at his own meeting!
‘Not for you to know green ones, our offer is generous though?, yes, yes?. You get to kill the stunty ones and you gain our aid in stealing their mines’.
Snotgob pondered it for a while tensions rising, the stealthy Skaven in dark green edging closer to him and his Lieutenants, ‘You got a deal’ replied Snotgob, spitting on his hand and offering it out, the Grey seer stepped back and looked and his Warrior advisor, the hulking Rat shrugged, spat on its own hand, and clasped it with Snotgobs.
‘Good good!’ hurried the Seer ‘But we must be quick, quick. Time is short and other forces are already amassing.
‘Elves?’ asked Snotgob warily
‘No’ replied the Seer testily ‘Now go, go, ready your army green skin, we must march soon’.
With that the Seer and Warlord turned and exited the tunnel. The other Rat Man had simply disappeared.
Snotgob pondered what it was the Skaven were after once he had sent Gnarkill and Toofcracka off to organise the lads. Whatever it was, if it was something he wanted, he could always kill them once it was over and take it for himself and in the meanwhile, he got to kill dwarfs and him and his boys could hide behind the rats until they were close enough to stick the knife in. Maybe his Waaagh was on again after all.
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