Greetings everyone. The Evil Eye Beholder here with another teaser for an upcoming story.

Yes, I know. It is a bit disappointing, innit? But I think it is better than to just let it fester and fade into obscurity of my deranged mind. And as you might have taken away from the title already, this will be a story with perhaps my favourite xenos race in the grim darkness of the far future, the greenskins. And let us speak frankly, settings like this one sure are in need of a good krumpin'.

Nevertheless, I hope to publish it in earnest by the time of Orktober. So before you go and load up on dakka (more than usual that is) and gather ya boyz for a good ol' WAAAGH!, you might want to wait until them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40.000 nor Kuroinu.

I WAAAGH! SO I'Z

Prologue

The realm of the dark queen was a place that seems to be like a depiction of the underworld made reality. An ominous crimson glow bathed the land in its light at all times as there was no day and night cycle. The ground was for the most part devoid of any sort of vegetation and what did somehow manage to grow in this place corrupted by dark magic had twisted into hideous forms. There were no bodies of fresh water in this realm either safe from muddy cesspools that at some point had been streams, ponds and lakes. From this place, her monstrous hordes descended upon the outer fringes of the Seven Shield Alliance for the past 1000 years already, weathering against its defenses relentlessly. So far, the Alliance had stood strong but not without suffering losses as every incursion of the hordes came with a toll on the Alliance's people.

In the middle of this barren and toxic realm stood the Dark Fortress, an almost monolithic castle of immense proportions. Surrounded by high walls and various towers to allow its residents to oversee the castle's surroundings, it was impossible to plot an ambush on its formidable defenses. By the time an enemy army would come to its gates to storm them, its defenders would already be aware of their enemies' presence and prepared to counter the attack. Indeed, it was the most well-defended place within these dark lands and the seat of power of none other than the dark queen Olga Discordia herself.

In her throne room, the queen sat while looking stoically at the entrance of the room with an aura of regality around her. She was a beautiful woman with long black hair, tan skin and yellow eyes. Wearing what barely could be considered clothing for most people, her attire left little to imagine to her volutous form. On her head sat a silver-coloured tiara and in her hand rested a black magic staff as if made from obsidian with a red gemstone at the tip. While she was stunningly beautiful, she was no weak or defenseless woman as she was a powerful sorceress who ruled with an iron fist over the monstrous beasts she had subjugated. Some may have tried to oppose or overthrow her rule, but none of them succeeded and their failure only served to cement her rule even firmer. She was the undisputed ruler of these lands and this fortress.

To her right stood her loyal retainer Chloe, a dark elf woman with blonde hair tied in a ponytail and red eyes. She too wore very little to cover herself, while at her hips rested a pair of curved swords. She was a very skilled fighter and someone who served Olga with the utmost loyalty. As her retainer she almost never left her queen's side unless being sent away or on missions by the queen's orders. However, Olga could tell that while Chloe looked stoic, she clearly was not relaxed. Muscles tensed under her skin and her eyes every so often darted around as if suspecting an assassin to spring forth from the shadows and attack Olga.

"Calm yourself, Chloe." Olga said in a calm tone, making Chloe almost jump at being addressed all of the sudden. Immediately, the blonde dark elf bowed her head towards Olga, not meeting her eyes out of respect.

"Apologies, your highness. I did not mean to unsettle you." She said. The corner of Olga's lips tugged up the slightest bit for a second, before returning to her stoic expression.

"There is no reason for you to worry." The queen spoke. "This is merely a curiosity."

"A curiosity, your highness?" Chloe asked as this was rather abnormal for the dark elf queen. She knew Olga to be a strategic mastermind, but not someone who would entertain baseless rumours. All she truly knew was that apparently some of Olga's forces had captured some sort of monster in the badlands.

"Indeed. It appears that rumours had made their way through the ranks of our scouts." Olga responded. "I merely wish to see whether these rumours were unfounded or not. If so, we might get a useful asset. If not... we might need to replace some of our scouts with more skilled individuals." She concluded.

"Your highness, what exactly is it that you are anticipating?" Olga was about to answer, when the sounds of approaching heavy footsteps caused the conversation to come to an end and both of the dark elves turned their attention to the entrance of the room.

The doors to the throne room opened, the massive doors creaking and groaning in their hinges as Chloe could hear the sound of rattling chains. Exept it was not the light jingle most would associate with chains. Instead, it was deeper and louder sound that was caused by the links' size and weight. With the door now opened Chloe and her queen could also tell why that was the case as they beheld a truly strange scene.

Pushing their way through the door with groans and grunts of effort was a group of ogres. The large brown skinned humanoids were almost twice the size of an average human man with hideous faces, a mouth filled with sharp teeth and a large almost tusk-like lower canines as well as a pair of short, almost stubby horns on their heads. Their bodies were massive with broad shoulders and fat protruding stomachs, but their obesity beligned their physical prowess as their arms and legs were like tree trunks and lined with powerful muscles rippling beneath their skin. Ogres made up the bulk of Olga's monstrous hordes as they were also the easiest to convince to fight for her cause. As a species that was entirely comprised of male and debased individuals, the promise of being able to rape and pillage was enough to coerce them into action and it also made them very effective for the war effort as their parties would return with captured women, many already carrying their captors' offspring and almost ready to burst by the time they'd be dragged into the Dark Queen's Lands never to be seen again.
That way, the ogres made up for losses suffered during their campaigns and ensure that the strongest among them would breed more ogres to fuel the war.

But the dark elves' focus was not on the hideous monsters in her service, but rather the thing they pulled on chains into the throne room that solely warranted their presence in these very halls. Two groups of three ogres each pulled on heavy iron chains attached to a large figure bound in more chains. Sweat made their brown skin glisten in the lighting of the room as veins buldged beneath their skin and tired groans of exertion escaped their maws. Dragging the large figure inch by inch into the room, Chloe could finally see what the figure was that her mistress had apparently sought after.

On first glance, the figure simply that of another ogre laying face down on the floor as he was dragged over the tiles of the floor. But it became apparent very quickly that this one was slightly different from the ones who held his chains. For one, the bound and unconscious ogre was bigger than the others. Without him being proped up to at least kneel, both dark elves could estimate that he was at least a head taller than the others. Where as the ones serving the dark queen wore little more than loincloths made from torn fabric or simple leather to hide what little modesty these loathsome beasts possessed, the one laying on the floor was actually wearing pants, albeit crudely made ones, alongside ramshackle armor made from scavenged bits and pieces of metal that was barely held together by leather and nails. It didn't cover the body effectively and exposed a lot of skin, which was marred with scars. Some made by blades, others by fangs and claws. Here and there small trinkets like the bones and skulls of killed enemies hung loosely from straps of leather.

It didn't take a genius to tell that this particular ogre was a warrior, who had faced many opponents and lived to tell the tale. And that pleased the dark queen. Olga's gaze wandered to her own subjects for a moment. Most of them had no scars whatsoever as many ogres, who ventured into the lands of the Shield Alliance often overwhelmed their weaker opoonents with their strength when they went after civilians and armed forces alike. Those that returned battle-hardened from the Alliance's territory were seen as veterans and enjoyed a great deal of respect among their peers. For a war-like savage race such as them, scars were a testament of the individual's prowess and proof of the battles they had fought and survived.

But even the dark elf queen, who had waged war against the alliance for a thousand years at this point, had rarely if ever seen an ogre with this many battle scars. The ogres that she had initially recruited from their primitive tribes in the badlands a millenium ago bore scars from their daily fights for survival in the hostile environment they shared with all other sorts of monsters and her own troops bore the scars of the battles they returned from, but both paled in comparison to quantity of crisscrossing scar tissue that was visible on this individual's brown skin.

For a while, she had heard rumours about this particular individual circulating around her subjects. It was less of a fact but more of a tale of her scouts, who had set out into the badlands to find new monsters to recruit or tame for her cause. Not all of them came back alive of course for the badlands were a dangerous place even for them. But some stories had begun to circulate among those subjects of hers. Stories about a lone ogre who apparently slaughtered his entire tribe. A warrior who fought and killed the mightiest monsters he could find and was always on the lookout for the next battle. That was also the only reason why that scout apparently survived their encounter as they had told them about another monsters said to be living nearby and telling him the way, before he would have killed the scout.
Upon interrogating the individual, that had started these rumours, Olga demanded this being to be brought before her and recruited for her armies... Only for the party to return with half of them dead and the others injured. They did not call that person an ogre anymore, but a monster. A lunatic that delighted in wanton destruction and killing. One that only stopped chasing them when some other monster appeared and he instead ran after it to fight it.

The defiance of this individual to submit to her will irked Olga, but also peaked her interest more as it was obvious to her that he would make for a powerful asset in her war against the Alliance. Every now and again, she had sent out a party to look for that creature's whereabouts so that a small force of her subjects to capture it. But they all returned emptyhanded if at all... until now. She frowned at this thought though. She recalled having sent out a total of ten ogres and a small force of goblins to subdue the creature. And yet she was looking at 6 ogres and a clearly exhausted goblin mage. She fought down the urge to sigh at this picture.

Finally, the ogres stopped pulling the unconscious one as he was before her throne and four of them moved to lift his upper body off the ground, so that he was now somewhat kneeling. Still unconscious, his head hung limply down with his chin against his collarbone with the slight rise and fall of his chest being the only indication that he was in fact alive. The other ogres returned to the chains and held the body up to keep it from falling over, pulling it one way or another as it swayed slightly.

"Why is it asleep?" Olga's voice cut through the relative silence of the room like a knife as she frowned slightly. The ogres and the goblin tensed up a bit, before the latter bowed his head and spoke up.

"I-In order to subdue this..." The goblin paused for a second, giving the bound creature an uneasy glance. "Thing, I had to put him to sleep through magic. Otherwise, he'd have killed us all..." He finished, shuddering a bit under Olga's piercing gaze. Chloe felt the urge to stab the insolent creature for speaking like that to Olga. Goblins, much like ogres, were a depraved male-only species that relied on females of other races to reproduce. They were relatively short compared to humans and coming in shades of green and red and other odd colours, but they were all hideous humanoids with big pointy noses. Mages or shamans were rarely born among their numbers and often acted as leaders of goblin communities or their advisors. While their prowess was not even close to the likes of Olga's immense power, underestimating a mage among these vile beings was a mistake.
Still, the fact that they had to put their target to sleep like that and still suffered suh casualties proved to her only how incompentent they truly were. Meanwhile, Olga just looked passively at the red-skinned creature with a shabby robe and a gnarly looking branch for a staff. If she was disappointed or not, she did not show it.

"I see. Then wake it up now." Was all that Olga said, making the goblin flinch and shake slightly as he stood there. Even the ogres looked a bit taken aback by this statement with wide eyes and shuffling uncomfortably where they stood.

"Y-Your majesty..." The goblin mage spoke up with a shaky voice and wide eyes in panic. Olga and Chloe turned to meet his gaze, but instead of bowing down his head for having spoken out of turn, the mage remained looking at the ruler. "Waking this... thing is most unwise. We should kill it now!" He implored the last part as Chloe's hand inched to the curved swords at her hips, but Olga lifted her hand, signaling her right hand to stay her hand.

"I will handle this. Wake it." Olga said with a tone of finality that left no room for an argument.

With a shaky hand, the goblin lifted his staff and a faint glow was emitted from it. Almost immediately he jolted back in fright as the spell was undone and the large chained ogre began to stir. The bound limbs tried to move against the chains as metal groaned in response. His mouth morphed into a frown at the restriction of his limps and then cracked open his red eyes. Blinking the sleep away, he began to twist and shift on his knees, trying to wriggle out of the chains binding him, but the other ogres held firm. Looking down he grit his teeth at the sight of the chains and snarled in annoyance, trying to break free even harder before his red eyes scanned the room around him.

Now what many would have anticipated would be for the ogre to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Olga Discordia, before starting to pant like a rabid dog and getting an erection at the dark elf beauty in the flesh. One would have thought that he'd start pulling against his restraints to try and violate her before getting blasted into oblivion by Olga's magic.

Standing up from his kneeling position to his full height, he glared at the ruler of this land with his face morphing into one of hot red fury. Chloe instinctively moved closer to Olga with her hands on her blades and Olga's grip on her staff tightened. What the ogre said next though was something that none of the occupants in the room anticipated.

"WHERE DA ZOG IZ MA CHOPPA?!"

And dat'z it for da prologue. I hope ya gitz all enjoyed it.

*whacks head with book*

Okay, I think I'm back to my default settings. I really need to work on the orky accent. Anyway, you might be wondering what is going on here and why that ogre is talking like an ork and krumpin' gitz like an ork. Well all that will be explained... in the next chapter.
But until then, stay safe out there.