Before the story… This story and all of its continents are based on a series of warhammer games I've had (and will have in future) with my friends. The stories materials such as characters are self created, while the lore, units etc. are based on the warhammer universe. If you have no idea what warhammer is, it's very likely you will not understand the story.

For those interested for the other side of the coin, you can visit his blog "extrabushybeards" . He makes all kinds of posts about warhammer and occasionally posts his side of our little story. (He plays Dwarves, I play orcs & goblins)

Anyway, without further intro, here is the story =)

There was blood, the whole beach which had once been beautiful and peaceful site was now covered in thousands upon thousands of corpses and blood. A short distance away an old Durian castle was filled with lively noises. However these were not the sounds of the little miners, but instead high pitch screams of goblins and low grunts of their much larger green fellas, orcs. The coast had just been captured from those bearded midgets and it would serve as a nice hunting ground for the greenskin. Dwarves would be sure to strike back, which was exactly what the invaders wanted, as much violence and blood as they could get.

The beach was patrolled by multiple wolves with their riders, though they were far more concerned about thieving the best goods, rather than guarding the new border. And why wouldn't they be, the Dwarves had been completely wiped out and reinforcements wouldn't be around in weeks, so there was plenty of time to eat and steal as much as they could. A lone giant stumbled around the corpses apologising every time he crushed someone, as he couldn't be sure if they lived or not. Then with a mighty crash he sat down and started to stuff dwarves into his mouth.

The castle was at even greater disarray as the greenskins fought over every single piece of food and valuable they could find. And why wouldn't they, it was only natural for everyone to take what they wanted. Some goblins ran up the stairs screaming in their high pitch voice "Ders booz, com an drink!" After he was almost ran over by a group of black orcs he slipped by to steal the fancy weapons they had salvaged from the dwarves. A great hall which once lead to the throne room was now filled with boars, wolves and spiders, while their riders tried to keep them from eating one another by serving loads of dwarf meat and anything they could find. There was no other place to keep them and since it was cold outside the riders would rather stay in the tidy hall with their buddies.

On the second floor stuff was even crazier if possible, however one room was considerably quieter than the rest, as it had only few greenskins in it. These greenskin however were the most formidable on the whole army, and because of that not many dared to come and disturb them as they were known for their short temper. A ginormous orc was sitting on an iron table, that due to his height was more suitable as a small bench. Next to him leaning at the wall was a massive choppa which the general had anxiously cleaned all day, he wouldn't want to leave any ugly dwarf blood on it, he would need it to slay much greater foes later. He was the leader of this huge army, all of this bloodshed was from his decisions, and nothing could've made him happier. Same applied to his forces, which was one of the many reasons they followed him obediently like a well trained wolf. He was known as Urgokh the Chopper, fittingly for he very much enjoyed chopping up his foes till not a single hair was left uncut. This addiction had very much ran wild in todays battle as he cut down countless upon countless foes.

With him in the room were four of his 5 generals that had attended the battle. Most of them were significantly smaller than Urgokh himself, which suited him fine as he could easily chop them out of the way if they became a nuisance. He was still smart enough to notice their strengths, as each one of them was a great warrior and completely capable of taking care of themselves and parts of his army. There were the two wolf riding goblin, sometimes referred to as brothers. Azgar de Swiftgit and Elgar de Faststab. They had joined his forces after a battle with wood elves a year ago, and had proved themselves quite useful and tricky, though they refused to talk about their past. This didn't bother Urgokh too much, as he only cared about their abilities rather than their lineage. The brothers also had unique albino wolves, which were actually lying near the door right now. One was pure as snow, the other was little more yellowish, though Urgokh hardly noticed the difference. First time around other riders had laughed at the miss colored beasts that stuck out from the black group, however the mistake was not repeated as they soon learned the wolves were just as eager to sink their fangs into comrades as they were to rip apart enemies. Apparently not everyone still knew this as a small goblin sneaked into the room and tried to climb on one of the wolves. For a moment the wolf didn't move then suddenly it turned around in swift motion, throwing the goblin on the floor and before it could even scream, the wolf sank its teeth to the fools neck. Disembodied head rolled down the floor, which no-one even paid attention to. The wolf proceeded to lick the blood the floor was now covered in. Elgar threw a glance at the wolf and then screamed in his usual high voice "Azgar, u ned to tech ur pet mnnrs. It's lickin de flor". Azgar answered this with a glare and said "Me wof kan et wer it wnt, as lon 's it kan slaaghtr."

For a while Urgokh followed this chat with an amused face, the two so called brothers were priceless together, and despite their constant yapping a deadly combo if needed. He then turned as he heard gibberish mumbling, the only other orc in the room had started to mumble while scratching his head. Their savage orc shaman Trazleh was leaning at the wall mumbling while he swung his staff around like a stick on fire. He claimed that when doing that he was entering the spirit world, but Urgokh usually decided he had just fallen asleep. He had offered to join their crew just before the trip, he had reasoned that he wanted to slay as many dwarves as possible and that this was the best way to do that. Urgokh himself had no objections to this arrangement, he was happy to have ginormous feet crumbling his enemies, the bottom line was he couldn't figure the shaman out, and it made him uneasy. It's not that he was afraid of the guy, even though he was a fierce warrior and a brilliant mage, he was no one to be afraid of. Urgokh had decided to trust him which had already proved useful, even if he didn't understand the mind behind the face. Suddenly the mumbling stopped and Trazleh turned to face the general. He nodded slightly and Urgokh understood what he meant, it was time to discuss their plans.

"Ol rit pals, id is time to begin!" He shouted over others and everyone turned to him. "Wad about Rilgoh?" Asked the fourth general in the room, the night goblin Urzy de backstabba. As observant as always, his fourth general had been the first one to join his crew, thus making him his oldest notable ally. Urzy had risen through the ranks by cheating, manipulating and backstabbing as a good goblin should. His victories weren't all luck though as he was often careful and cunning on his moves, and if all else fails he could always take out his trusty moon slicer and settle things himself. They had first met on a battle where they drove off a dwarf assault many years back. Urgokh had been invited to help, while Urzy had been the local boss. They joined forces and together defeated the enemy, this was when Urgokh had first thought of this invasion. Urzy was interested to see it to the end, and was probably glad he had joined the fray. Urgokh was snapped out of his chain of thoughts as Azgar spoke "Forgt im. Rigoh coms aroun an goes aroun. He'll com eventli". "Me agree." Replied Trazleh " We must enforce or posison. I kan se mor blod, or enemis and own." First there was a silence, then the room was filled with roars of laughter as the 4 generals present and Urgokh himself burst out laughing.

"Exxellent, it ll keep me men hapy and me helthi." Roard Urgokh, he had received exactly what he had wanted, more blood. His name would go down in history, either as a great conqueror or as a failed warrior, either was fine as long as he could have blood. "Alridy boyz, 'ere's de plan. Me will for now stay ere do stablise de palace. Ol Grots back ome promised to ship me some giants an trolls, I 'ave to wait for em ere. Elgar, me neet to know posison of elven in east. Gather a swift unit an ko see de border, if dey make moves to atack snd me mesage ant slow em. Azgar, be redy for deployment, u sall provite coverege were ever we neet it. Ave ur forces rety in a moment notice. Urzy u now Dvarwes like ur selv, tink dey attack?"

"Undouptably, hurever dey come slow as dey are slow. It ll take lot o time, but tey ll come definatle."

"Goot, Me thout so too. In dat case, asemble ur gobbos and fortify all good defens spots ant hier ground arount us. Wen tey finally get ere, dey will have litlle choises of atak an won't pe able to set up to shot here. An trazleh, I vant u to organiz tings ere, have animals made a yard, organize troops to camps ant fortify, after dat find Rilgoh. After al deez ar dun we wait, dey will com, and we ll pe redy. We wil smash dem do a pulp."

"Wan quston mi lord, wad if dey dont com?" Asked Azgar smiling maniacally. Urgokh slammed the table with his hand leaving a mark resembling a giant fist before shouting. "If they not com we go to dem. We will have blood"! With this the entire room burst into enthusiastic roars that eched in the castle. The generals left for their duties and Urgokh joined the feast, only time would tell how his days would end, but for the bloody actions he had taken, he had no regrets.