The Great Day approached.
Thokk prepared his Boyz for the coming battle with the Ogres. The new 'Taktiks' he'd created looked good, and da ladz were as strong and violent as any warboss could hope for. Morale in the camp was high, as everyone looked forward to "da big pahhty wit da fat gitz" where they'd "settle fings once an' fer all an' show dem gitz dat orcses is da tuffest mob around". But for now, everyone was enjoying themselves. A few nights back, some Orcs from the Goff tribe had joined up, and were now entertaining the others with some of the unique music of their tribe. It consisted primarily of them hitting rocks with different sized hammers, all the while bellowing the word 'Goffs!' at the top of their mighty lungs. They called it 'Goffic Rokk'. The night's silence was also violated by squig-pipes, shouting choirs and several sets of glocken-skulls. It was the best party Orcdom had seen in living memory.
In his own tent Thokk made plans. He was sure to beat the Ogres. He had the boyz, he had the gunz, and he had the muties too! That wasn't what concerned him. It was what would happen next? Right now Thokk was one of the most powerfull Bosses in all Orcdom, but unless he had a plan for after the fight, his army would gradually break apart. Then it'd just be him and his original tribe again. Thokk couldn't go back to just being the chief of one tribe; once it'd been everything he'd ever wanted but now it seemed a small and pathetic thing. So, Thokk asked himself, who should I attack AFTER the 'Big Pahty'?
A few miles away, the Ogres marched towards the Orcs. The Ogre Tyrant, Snorflax the Hungry, lead his force across the mountains. His master, the Overtyrant Greaseous Goldtooth, had commanded him to bring back more "green tidbits" from the lands to the west. SO, with his eighty Ogre bulls and more than two hundred gnoblars he searched the strange land for food. He'd heard rumors of a huge Orc army that was looking to challenge Ogre raiders, so he had decided to make himself as visible as he could and hope the tasty little greenies came to him. HIS army's morale was low. Ogres don't like tramping around aimlessly like Orcs do; they much prefer to sit around home and eat or fight.
Already, some of the Bulls were muttering about the marching, and eying the gnoblars (and Snorflax himself) with poorly disguised hunger. If they didn't find the Orcs soon, the tyrant might find himself in a cook-pot. He prayed to the Great Maw that they find this Thokk soon.
Meanwhile, on the plain of Gorfang, the army of Cuhaltec assembled. Their general, the Saurus Oldblood Loxhol, shivered in the unfamiliar cold of the region. For a moment he wished he were back in Lustria. Selfishness. Your duty is to obey Lord S'lythr and ensure that this Orc leader Thokk dies after the battle with the Ogres. Only then can the Old Ones plan be made safe.
On the eve of battle, three great armies made ready for war. .
A/n
Short I know.
