Sunday 1 October 2023

Orctober comes but once a year. Even if you forgot last year.

 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

"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!"

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.



Krag, Grizznak and Grag.











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."


  1. Well now, what a treat!

    Lovely work and truly awesome chariots. I look forward to much much more activity and content - Bring on!

  2. Hooray! Welcome back to blogsphere. What a great return. 😁

    1. Thanks Fimm, I'm determined to make a better show of it, regular hobby stuff wiht you guys is missing from my life.

  3. Welcome back sir! I must say, 5 orcish chariots bearing down on my army would not be welcomed. Great picture setup.

    1. Thanks, I'm hoping to make this more regular too so very nice to see the old regulars back. Glad your still all here.

  4. Replies
    1. Hey C. Nice to see your still going. Miss the days of OGRE.

  5. Da Boyz are back in taaaaahhhn! Great chariots and story :-)

  6. Many thanks Zhu, and so n ice to hear from you aswell.