Waagh 4
Thokk's Mob, as it was now known, was huge. No fewer than one thousand Orcs, and at least twice as many Goblins, had joined up. They were impressed by the new Boss's skill, his luck, and his shouting skills. Most of all however, they shared his vision of a wave of angry green warriors 'teachin dem fat gits wots wot an' oo's oo in dese mountins!". The Ogres had only been raiding the World's End mountains for a few years but had already done a great deal of damage. The Orcs didn't mind that, they did a lot of damage themselves and considered it "jes' parta da fun". But these mountains had been theirs for thousands of years, a gift from Gork and Mork, and they didn't like the idea of someone else stepping in. So they would remind the ogres why Morglum Necksnapper had famously said "Da East belongs ta da Orcses. Da East is Green". The Ogres had managed to unite a lot of Orcs that, until recently, had hated one another more than anything.
But before they could do that, Thokk had an idea. The Ogres would be tough, even tougher than the Chaos Boyz, and although it was obvious that Orcs were the best fighters in the world, it was best to be sure. SO, he ordered his Mob to do something no Orc, Goblin or even Snotling ever had ever been ordered to do before.
He ordered them to train.
There was argument, of course. The Boyz didn't like their new Boss implying that they were less than perfectly ready as was. But Thokk managed to convince them using logic, shouting, and of course his magical axe. Indeed, he was so convincing, that the meeting ended with very minor casualties.
Looking out now over his Mob, Thokk was pleased with what he saw. He looked around the camp site, and noted how each of his underbosses was doing.
The nearest was Rotfang, and his boar boyz. They were practicing charging and turning. Thokk had ordered half to be armed with long spears, and the other half with axes. The spears would be the first charge, and smash a hole in the enemy lines. The axes would follow up, taking out the rest. Thokk noted that Rotfang's ladz were doing okay, but still hadn't mastered turning. Many kept falling off their mounts whenever they tried. Afta do sometink bout dat he thought maybe blinders on da boarz? Thokk considered Dat way, even if dey turn, mebbe dey'll tink dey's going straight? Yeh, we'll try 'er out later. The Goblin Spiderriders , a tribe of Forest Goblins, also trained on their eight-legged mounts. They were learning to use a bow and arrow while controlling their spiders with their legs. Thokk hoped it worked, but if not then they'd lost only a few weedy gobbos.
To the left of the cavalry ground, Fletchit and his Gun Gobbos were practicing. They had already perfected firing and reloading, and could now reload the gunz in less than a minute, which Thokk figured was probably good enough. Now they were working on their aim. Crude targets, tall and wide like Ogres had been set up far across the field. The Gun Gobbos tried to hit them, and suceeded only four times in ten. Fletchit apparently felt this coud be improved, since he had yesterday posted an order that anyone whose aim didn't improve soon would be tied to a post next to the dummies and demoted to the rank of target. Thokk had to admit, the little goblin knew how to motivate the troops.
Nearby, Gorfang Rotgut was supervising the warmachines. Chariots drawn by giant wolves and Snotling Pumpwagons raced across the field, trying to improve their speed. Catapults and Arrow-chuckers trained on improving distance and reload time. A mekboy named Throg had set up a workshop and was building…something, he wouldn't say what. Thokk didn't mind, it'd make the battle more fun to see what surprises the mad Orc came up with. Close to him, the runherdz were preparing one of Thokk's own secret weapons. They had a large herd of Snotlings, and they were force-feeding them huge amounts of fatty foods. Before the battle, Thokk would order them drenched in a rich fungus sauce, before sending them to charge the ogres from the side. Hur hur hur! Thokk chuckled to himslef Jus' let da fat gitz resist DAT! Dey'll be so bizzy eatin' dey won't notice us kikin' dere assez! Hurhurhurhur!
Next a grizzled orc named Galrok was practicing wiith the infantry ladz. They were swinging branches topped with huge rocks. Others ran across the field while carrying even bigger rocksGalrok figured if the Boyz could learn to swing that easily, they'd be able to hit much harder and charge much faster. Gorak, the previous infantry underboss, was now training Thokk's monsters.
Thokk had once heard someone say that Ogres hated trolls. It was said that Ogres resented trolls as being the ony creatures in the world that could eat more than they could. So Thokk had Gorak training the Trolls to shout out phrases designed to enrage the Ogres even more. While trolls were thick as rocks, even they could learn to yell "Oo lookit da skinny gitz" or "Whatsamatta you gitz onna diet er wot?". And if that didn't work, Gorak's new mates were training a bunch of captured Chaos Spawn. Not easy, but if it worked it'd be usefull.
Thokk nodded to himself. They'd be ready soon.
End chapter 4
A/N Sorry this ones short. And the next chapter won't even involve Orcs. Sorry- don't worry though it should be pretty good.
