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War boss Grimteeth Stunty Stomper looked with great amusement at the new home if him and his boyzs, He turned to his shaman "We be da ardestb tribe nowzs, And nowzs I wants my revenge on em rat gits. Ready da boyzs fer war" He smiled with mayhem and carnage written in his face. "Of chourzs boss" Gorgonzola said, he he started to walk away from the massive chieftain he found himself being picked up by the scruff of his neck. "remember whozs boss ya sneaky runt" Grimteeth said. "Don't get any sneaky ideazs" he said and dropped the shaman down. Gorgonzola was sure the massive boss were going to eat him alive, he had done so with the previous shaman that displeased him. He was somewhat reminded why the evil Black Ork had gotten to be boss, Grimteeth had come alone to the tribes camp alone one ice cold winter night and challenged the War boss in command. The battle had been short but brutal, the old chieftain had been slaughtered by the newcomers incredible skills and sheer brute force. After that no one had dared to oppose him since that night.

Warlock Engineer Jixtun Blackburn was quite nervous, Orks where always bad news and especially the Black Orks, every Skaven alive could remember what happened the last time the Skaven fought against the violent brutes. It was only true sneaky and cunning plans deceived by Engineer Jixtun that had turned the army of the mindedness Orks away. And now he had received that news that the Orks had moved camp and in the process slaughtered a horde of the Chaos worshippers that had taken up residence in the abandoned keep he had wanted for him self. But now it seemed like it was all going wrong... If he could not convince the Clan leader of supporting him with an army against the stupid Orks. Then he would have a chance of showing his brilliant skills and genius. Yes that would be the smartest course for the time being he decided.
In the coming days Jixtun Blackburn used his influence and other means to secure him the support of the Clan leader, he received twenty thousand Skaven at his disposal, but he was warned. If he were to fail there where would be no mercy, he would be offered as a offering to the horned rat. With this warning in his mind he sat about preparing for battle.
Meanwhile this was taking place Grimteeth Stunite Stomper was reading for battle against what he called "Em puny grot headed rat gobbos" . Gorgonzola had been around long enough to know what different types of Orcs there where, there where the normal Orcs was not bright and died fast, there where those who were sneaky. Those Orcs was the arrer boyzs or the Boar Boyzs. The ranged infantry and the cavalry of any Orcish army. And then there where those who became Big Uns or War Bosses. The towering War lord walking around the camp was the last type of Orc, a mean and gruesome monster with no concept of fear born to fight and generally be as gruesome as possible.

"I'm gonna stomp 'em to dust, I'm gonna grind their bones. I'm gonna burn down their towns and cities. I'm gonna pile 'em up inna big fire and roast'em. I'm gonna bash 'eads, break faces and jump up and down on da bit bits dat are left. An' den I'm gonna get really mean."
roared Grimteeth as he looked out over all his assembled boyzs. He had some nine thousand boyzs, many of them where harden troops who had fought for him many times before. He also smiled a smile that made the blood freeze of every Orc that saw that smile, it was like watching a dragon smile before it ripped your head of and having you for lunch.


Unknown to both leaders and armies someone was watching all theses events unfolding, they where pleased to see two great enemies being used to wipe each other out with some luck. The two figurs was standing on a hilltop not far from the entrance to the Skaven city, "It looks like the vile Rat men have a chance of victory, but they will be up against the most dangerous green skin that draws breath anywhere at this time". The other figured turned to its companion, "Indeed it would seem so". They both disappeared in to the morning mist as the the advanced scout teams of the Skaven host appeared out of the gate.
The Skaven host was enormous, there where no way of disputing that, but it had it flaws. Skaven are not known for their bravery or generally hardiness. But this host had several thousand Storm vermin in it, Storm Vermin are the elite troops of the Skaven. They do not unlike their fellow Skaven run away from battle, they stayed and fight. It also had several rat Orges.

"Good Good, most clever lord" said Engineer Jixtun Blackburn new paw leader, "the army is ready for kill kill". The Warlock simply looked at his minion and nodded and said "bring me my great machine of much deathness". His minion scuffled of to do his masters bidding.
At the same time War Boss Grimteeth and his army was on the move, he was an happy war boss if that word could be used when it comes to such an evil creature. Last night had brought a pleasant surprise, two hundred Black Orks had joined his army along with a tribe of Goblins along with their troll slaves. The trolls was lumbering giants armed with massive hammers and clad in heavy chain mail, how the Goblins had managed to get their hands on so rare equipment and of that size was a mystery. According to them they had simply been given them by Mork and Gork. The shaman had looked at them and had in his devious mind come to the fact that they where of made of stunties or ummies. Since they where known for being wacky in the head. "THIS IS A WAAAAAGGGH" bellowed Grimteeth, "Who wana chomp an stomp em raty gitzs!", the reply was a thundering roar " WAAAAAGGGH". That was all he needed, his boyzs were ready for battle, even the goblins seemed eager to fight, witch were rare.

The Green skins were the first to reach the the site where that battle would be fought. They quickly set up their rock lobas and other crude but efficient war engines. As the War boss and his Big Uns and his shaman Gorgonzola was inspecting the troops and generally getting ready, a group of goblins came racing towards them as they screamd, "BOSS da raty git's iz almost here, theyzs be everywhere an em huge rat tingys also iz cumin this way".
The War boss roared in expectants of the coming carnage, " GET DA BOYZS READY FER STOMPIN".
As soon as he had spoke the first parts of the Skaven host appeard, this where going to be a bloody battle indeed.