What can I say? Two years since my last post. No good. At least I'm coming back with a bang!
I started celebrating Orctober ever since 2013 starting in dis old post my final real try at it was 2016 funnily enough about the time my life turned upside down I've tried on and off to get back in the spirit but didn't quite get there. Others have taken on the mantle and you should check out eberyting on oldhammer face book. I'm feeling a bit more orcy this year so who knows. Happy to accept links to orc posts once more. May even rustle up a prize.
Right oh, here is my first of hopefully several orc posts for orctober. Except its a goblin one.
Grizznak's racer boyz
The setting sun cast a fiery glow upon the open woodland where Grizznak, a
wiry evil loking git of a goblin
with a
wild glint in his eye, prepared his motley warband. Before them lay the wood
elves, unsuspecting in the fading light, their graceful forms illuminated like
eerie specters amidst the trees. Grizznak, atop his ramshackle chariot, grinned
widely exposing his pointed teeth at his goblin
comrades.
"Alright, you lot! It's time to show 'em some steel!" he shouted,
his voice a shrill mixture of excitement and madness.
Grag, a burly goblin warrior with a long spear, leaned over from his chariot
and responded, "Yeah, Grizznak! Let's give 'em a taste of it fur a change!"
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Grizznak. |
Stinky Pete, the goblin driver, cracked a rusty whip over the backs of the
giant wolves, their eyes burning with a savage hunger. "Yer heard the
boss! Let's make these pointy-eared tree-huggers wish they'd stayed home."
The goblins cackled and whooped, their spirits high as they sped toward the
unsuspecting wood elves. The chariots clattered through the open terrain,
scattering fallen leaves and twigs in their wake. Grizznak's chariot led the
charge, the giant wolves snarling and frothing with excitement.
Behind Grizznak, Krag, a goblin armed with a massive wooden two-handed
mallet, roe his own chariot, eagerly swing the weapon back and forth.
"This mallet's been itchin' for some elf-smashin', Grizznak! Let's give
'em a taste of the big 'un!"
As the chariots picked up speed Grizznak grinned at his comrades, his
Cleaver gleaming with anticipation. "We'll give 'em a right proper crumpin',
Krag!" Grizznak himself was armed with the his Cleaver, a wickedly curved
blade, and a wooden shield. He twirled the cleaver in his hand, its edge
gleaming wickedly in the fading light.
"Prepare for battle, lads!" Grizznak shouted as the elves came
closer into view.
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Krag, Grizznak and Grag.
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Grag, gripping his long spear, nodded. "Time to poke some pointy-ears
full of holes!"
Two other goblins in the warband were armed with bows, they notched arrows,
ready to rain death upon the wood elves from a distance.
Grizznak's chariot sped ahead, and the goblins descended upon the wood
elves, the clearing erupted into chaos as the goblin chariots crashed into the
elven ranks. Giant wolves lunged, teeth bared, sythed wheels felled elven warriors
slicing legs in two and the goblin crew
aboard the chariots unleashed a barrage of crude arrows and jagged weapons.
Grizznak, leaped from his chariot and onto an elf with graceful, flowing
hair, his blade finding its mark with a vicious slice. Grag, with his vicious spear,
jabbed at the wood elves with relentless fury. "These elves ain't got
nothin' on us!" he shouted. Krag swung his massive mallet, smashing
through elven defenses with brutal force. "Big 'un's crushin' 'em
good!"
The wood elves, renowned for their archery and grace, were caught off guard
by this frenzied assault. Panic spread among their ranks as goblins and wolves,
driven by sheer madness, slashed and clawed their way through the enemy lines.
But the wood elves were not without their own skills. A few arrows found
their marks, Stinky Pete, was struck in the chest, but battle lust kept him
fighting his feared foe. Grizznak,
bleeding from several wounds, fought on with a relentless determination.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the goblins emerged victorious, their
goblin warband standing amidst the defeated wood elves. Grizznak, covered in
cuts and bruises but still holding his Cleaver and shield, grinned wearily.
"We did it, lads! Pointy ears fur tea."