Luthor looked at the mountain pass from the window of his coach. The pass
was a narrow dirt track over-looking a cliff edge; it was clearly to narrow
for a coach to progress through so Luthor ordered his men to disembark.
The sky was a pale blue with hardly a cloud to see. Chirping noises emerged
from the evergreen trees of the Worlds Edge Mountains.
Luthor led the trek.
They travelled in two-by-two formation with Luthor at the front alone. They followed the winding path up and down, round and round until his men were getting tired and bravely demanded a rest. "We must be cautious" Luthor said, "This pass is inhabited by greenskins and the caves house worse creatures"
"Like what?" Asked a curious marauder The warband were surprised at Luthor not contradicting the marauder.
"Some say that the caverns stretch on for many leagues, and are inhabited by the undead"
"Undead?"
"Yes the walking abominations that roam the world. vampires, zombies, skeletons. All hate the living and have sworn to gain vengeance"
"I'm not scared of any zombies. My axe thirsts for blood, it's had nothing but campfire wood for many weeks" bellowed a big marauder named Karl Ironhelm
"I highly doubt that you're axe thirsts for the blood of the dead" Said Luthor as he left camp for firewood.
In the morning Luthor looked out over the landscape and sensed something odd. He thought he heard horns being sounded. "Luthor! Orcs and wolf riders!" screamed a scout as a crudely built arrow appeared through his throat.
"Damn greenskins" Luthor muttered to himself as he drew his two blades. He ran down to the camp and saw his warband battling with some wolf riders. Karl Ironhelm was fighting his way through the wolves; he almost looked like he was enjoying himself.
"For Slaanesh!" bellowed Luthor as he leapt at a goblin, pulling him from his wolf. Luthor's blades whirled in deadly arcs. Black goblin blood flew everywhere, covering Luthor. A Goblin spear was heading for Luthor but He easily parried the blow and jumped onto the back of the wolf. He plunged his blade into the back of the goblin's neck, the greenskin let out a yelp as he tumbled from the speeding wolf and smashed onto the ground.
Luthor took control of the wolf and steered it towards the camp to aid his troops, but when he arrived all the wolves were slain. All the men were admiring the burly marauder for his killing.
Luthor jumped from the wolf and the wolf galloped off into the hills. "More greenskins come!" shouted a marauder "and these are not Goblins. They are orcs"
"Orcs! Hah!" bellowed Karl Ironhelm "Let them come!"
"They are to many" Luthor calmly said
"What?" Questioned Karl. Luthor immedietly rose and met him in the eye
"Did you just question me?" Luthor asked,
"Yes. I did. I don't want to die in the service of a coward," said Karl.
"Yes! I vote Karl the new leader of our warband!" bellowed a marauder from the camp.
"Luthor Blackheart no longer rules the warband. I do!" bellowed Karl. Karl Ironhelm was bigger and possibly stronger than Luthor but there was no doubt that Luthor was faster.
"You must flee. There are to many orcs to fight," said Luthor
"See, he is a coward" exclaimed Karl
"No, it is for your' own safety" said Luthor, still remaining calm. Karl Ironhelm walked over to the edge of the hill and examined the greenskin force. "Very well, we flee to the caverns until we can ambush them" said Karl.
"No! Not the caverns. They are inhab..." said Luthor until he was interrupted by Karl.
"Now you change your' mind!" said Karl
"No, I suggest that we flee into the forest" said Luthor, resisting the urge to behead this fool.
"You are no longer in command Luthor Blackheart. I am and I say that we flee to the caverns. Come on men, leave what can be spared" said Karl. Karl Ironhelm and the warband picked up weapons and some provisions. Then they headed for the caves. "No!" ordered Luthor. But it was too late they had disappeared into the caverns.
Luthor cursed and sheathed his blades. He took one more look at the mass of orcs and fled into the forest.
They travelled in two-by-two formation with Luthor at the front alone. They followed the winding path up and down, round and round until his men were getting tired and bravely demanded a rest. "We must be cautious" Luthor said, "This pass is inhabited by greenskins and the caves house worse creatures"
"Like what?" Asked a curious marauder The warband were surprised at Luthor not contradicting the marauder.
"Some say that the caverns stretch on for many leagues, and are inhabited by the undead"
"Undead?"
"Yes the walking abominations that roam the world. vampires, zombies, skeletons. All hate the living and have sworn to gain vengeance"
"I'm not scared of any zombies. My axe thirsts for blood, it's had nothing but campfire wood for many weeks" bellowed a big marauder named Karl Ironhelm
"I highly doubt that you're axe thirsts for the blood of the dead" Said Luthor as he left camp for firewood.
In the morning Luthor looked out over the landscape and sensed something odd. He thought he heard horns being sounded. "Luthor! Orcs and wolf riders!" screamed a scout as a crudely built arrow appeared through his throat.
"Damn greenskins" Luthor muttered to himself as he drew his two blades. He ran down to the camp and saw his warband battling with some wolf riders. Karl Ironhelm was fighting his way through the wolves; he almost looked like he was enjoying himself.
"For Slaanesh!" bellowed Luthor as he leapt at a goblin, pulling him from his wolf. Luthor's blades whirled in deadly arcs. Black goblin blood flew everywhere, covering Luthor. A Goblin spear was heading for Luthor but He easily parried the blow and jumped onto the back of the wolf. He plunged his blade into the back of the goblin's neck, the greenskin let out a yelp as he tumbled from the speeding wolf and smashed onto the ground.
Luthor took control of the wolf and steered it towards the camp to aid his troops, but when he arrived all the wolves were slain. All the men were admiring the burly marauder for his killing.
Luthor jumped from the wolf and the wolf galloped off into the hills. "More greenskins come!" shouted a marauder "and these are not Goblins. They are orcs"
"Orcs! Hah!" bellowed Karl Ironhelm "Let them come!"
"They are to many" Luthor calmly said
"What?" Questioned Karl. Luthor immedietly rose and met him in the eye
"Did you just question me?" Luthor asked,
"Yes. I did. I don't want to die in the service of a coward," said Karl.
"Yes! I vote Karl the new leader of our warband!" bellowed a marauder from the camp.
"Luthor Blackheart no longer rules the warband. I do!" bellowed Karl. Karl Ironhelm was bigger and possibly stronger than Luthor but there was no doubt that Luthor was faster.
"You must flee. There are to many orcs to fight," said Luthor
"See, he is a coward" exclaimed Karl
"No, it is for your' own safety" said Luthor, still remaining calm. Karl Ironhelm walked over to the edge of the hill and examined the greenskin force. "Very well, we flee to the caverns until we can ambush them" said Karl.
"No! Not the caverns. They are inhab..." said Luthor until he was interrupted by Karl.
"Now you change your' mind!" said Karl
"No, I suggest that we flee into the forest" said Luthor, resisting the urge to behead this fool.
"You are no longer in command Luthor Blackheart. I am and I say that we flee to the caverns. Come on men, leave what can be spared" said Karl. Karl Ironhelm and the warband picked up weapons and some provisions. Then they headed for the caves. "No!" ordered Luthor. But it was too late they had disappeared into the caverns.
Luthor cursed and sheathed his blades. He took one more look at the mass of orcs and fled into the forest.