Scridge'Watt looks up at the darkening sky through the crack of the cowl and watches as black roiling clouds begin to role by sweep each other into themselves. Becoming a mighty storm. Thunder begins to wrack the sky with the sounds of the gods. But not a drop of rain falls the lighting begins to crack and lightens the skies for seconds. Which illuminates the large Orc camp below him. Scridge then begins his long trek downwards the slop overlooking the camp. A hatred in his eyes even the demons fear.
Digfart looks around holden is pointy stik up so that he can cut his nosey hairs when he sees a little figure walking his way. "Oy you dere !!'" Digfart shouts at the figure who shows no sign of recognition to the orcs call. "OY YOU DEFFT OR SUMTI….. ACK!" Digfart tries to breath but his throat is clamped shut as if the boss himself was grabbing it and squeezing.
Scridge walks by the sentry orc not even looking twice as the pathetic creature wriths on the ground spittle foam pouring out of his mouth as he is strangled to death. After that none of the other pathetic grubs attempt to even approach him. Walking straight into the middle of the camp Scridge walks straight for the biggest hut in the camp. Right as he is about to mount the main steps 12 cloaked goblins in a line dividing the steps from him appear. All heavily cloaked with only a greenish light emanating from their cloak hoods. " Be gone you abomination" " BEGONE!!". The cloaked goblins say as one as they hurl greenish fist of Waagh! Energy at Scridge before the fist even touches Scridge they all dissipate and disappear as if they had been washed away by water. Before the cloaked goblins could even react Scridge lifted his hand and red lighting spewed forth from it imolating the goblins as a whole burning their flesh till naught was left of them but dust. Without even a second more of a pause Scridge amounted the steps walking up into the Big Hut. Where the sounds of drinking roaring and other sounds could be heard. Walking straight up to the Big Boss who was a giant brute of some 15 hands tall. The boss turned and looked down at the goblin. His eyes nothing but red coals burning with the desire to maim rip and shred.
"Wat do you want eh little gobby!!" the war boss roared at the goblin who dared to intterupt his victory feast.
Not saying a word Scridge lifts up his hand in a out raised palm. Then deftly clenched it shut at the same moment the bosses head caved in as if struck by a mace.
Turning towards the crowd of green skins behind him Scridge rips of the cowl revealing his face. To have half of it be normal and the other half marred by a eight pointed star with the Orc skull brand set in the middle.
Slowly Scridge lets his actions set in then he ussures his command." PACK UP WE ALL LEAVE NOW". Before even one greenskin could protest Scridge blows off the heads of five random orcs. Which sent the rest rushing to comply with the orders.
From the distance a Raven watches on as the Waaagh! Moves deeper into the chaos wastes.