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OOC: I agree

Snikrit had little time to react, a boulder hit the wall causing him to lose balance and fall off. He hit the floor hard, luckily the wall fragments missed him. He stood and looked around, hiss troops laid motionless around him and ahead of him was a horde of greenskins yelling war cries. Another boulder hit the wall behind him, opening up a hole. He darted through the gap and re-entered the city. He saw Chaos at work. Nurglings everywhere.

"I need to find a way out... The sewers!" thought Snikrit as he ran towards his intended escape route.

As the main orc wave crashed against the city gates, sights of another wave amassing could be seen. large amounts of black orcs were forming up and wheeling into position. The warlord gobgut broke from the camp with his personal bodyguard, 20 black orcs and 2 enormous stone trolls. the other clans had mustered about 40 more black orks forming other units to support the next wave. the lobbaz continued to fire at will.


(most of the orcs are NPC clans- my legions total consist of 5 clans that follow me around 4 of which are lead by independent orcish lords. the 5th is lead by my shamen.)

OOC: Ill make a map of the region today, and when the city is taken we will all beable to get our troop limit to 300.

((day 2, no map to be seen anywhere))

{{sorry! Im really busy! Ill get it tomorrow!))

((alright then- COMEON PEOPLE POST- WE HAVE A CITY TO CONQUER))

OOC: Chaos is resting. The rest of the forces of darkness can kill the people my nurglings will help.

Orcish lobbas continued to fire upon the city now swiching to burning shot to spread the fires even further. The orcs at the gate had now broken through and were rushing into the city in droves and droves of solders. Meanwhile the next wave (the gobgut black ork wave) had just launched charging at the gate. The planned semblence of order the orks had has all but vanished as the orkish hordes now are all just blindly charging into the city in an attempt to get stuck in before all the good 'ard targets are dead. amidst the chaos of the orc charge the orkish boar boyz are yet to be seen anywhere,

The map.
Its ugly, I know.
City one is were we are.
Green is forest.
Blue is river.
Black thing across ribver is bridge.
The numbers are cities, in order of were we going to.
If all is taken, we follow arrow to....
Altdorf, capital of the empire.

Snikrit barely stopped in time... A horde of skeletons and zombies shuffled out of the sewers. His escape was blocked. He dashed down a second alley, but he did not see an exit. A mass of Orcs charged towards him. His eyes darted around, hoping there would be a way to avoid the conflict...

Snikrit drew his blades, one in each hand a third in the grasp of his tail. He took a deep breath, he was cornered.

Gobgut now entering the city began bellowing to the horde ahead of him- " 'OLD UP YA GITZ DAT DERE RATTY BOSS IS MINE TA CRUMP! " the large distant figure then began to shove/kick his was through the horde of orcs blocking his path. his bodyguard of black orcs and trolls following in the gap the massive armored warlord made.

Sitting on a rooftop, Ghast looked to the front of him. The puny Orcs and Skaven were now starting to kill eachother.
How.. Interesting. Ghast had had his flesh. And new bodies. His time here was over. The next city would be his.

Snikrit dived into combat screaming, He slit the throat of a Black Orc and plunged a dagger into the chest of a troll. And then, out a nowhere, he was flat on his back. The Warboss had nutted him with the force of a cannon ball. He stood over him, laughing arrogantly. He raised his weapon and prepared to deliver the killing blow.

"You can kill me, but more will come. As far as the eye can see, there will be fur and fang. I will be avenged, Orc. Mark my words" Snikrit spat into the face of his opponent, his time was up.

OOC: sorry, I only just realised there was a thread where we signed up. Hope I didn't ruin it.

((you didnt ruin it, no worries!))

'prepare to leave' said Achtenon. "yes my lord, we'll be able to leave in just a minute'
the army prepared to take off, and destroy the next town.
'My lord, what town are we going to?' asked Sethbis 'No, we won't go to any town, we'll go to my uncle's city, and wake my father!' answered Achtenon
'Your uncle city? are you mad, my lord? it's gigantic, your army won't last!'
'my army won't last? the've been dead for thousands of years, the can't die! and if we wake my father, my uncle will fear us and I will be king of Khemri!'
'yes my lord.'

Groshnik watched as Marienburg burned. The forces of disorder had acted far quicker then Groshnik had thought possible, in just a few days they had smashed down Marienburg's gates and set about pillaging the city. Groshnik was ashamed. While he had been chaseing death in the mountains, the people of Marienburg had been suffering under the whip of this foul collection of miscreants. If he had been here, he could have at least done something, died a noble death defending those who deserved his protection. This was yet another failure, another enrty on his endless list of failures. The fact that he was still breathing was on that list. That's all he seemed capable of doing now, he thought to himself. Failure. No, he would not fail again, behind him stood 4 more cities all of which needed his protection, he could not allow them to be destroyed by these abominations. He had to stop them, but he could not do it alone. The 150 slayers he had with him were a force to be reckoned with, but he needed more. He had already dispatched a messenger to rally the other slayers in the mountains, but it would be days before they could get here, and Groshnik didn't have that kind of time. "Grobnik! I have a job for you!" Groshnik's litte brother came running out of the assembled mob of slayers, "What is it brother?". Grobnik stood before him, his axe slung over his shoulder, a slight grin playing at the corner of his lips. In a way, Grobnik was really the only good thing that Groshnik had ever really done right. He looked after him when he was young, and taught him the ways of war when his father wasn't around to teach him. Now that Grobnik was older, he was as mighty a warrior as Groshnik could have ever hoped. He was proud of him. "Um, Groshnik, you ok?" Groshnik realised he was stareing and shook his head to regain his senses. "I need you to find this famous mercenary I've been hearing about, The Bronze Titan or whatever his name is. Offer him what coin we have for his services. . ." Groshnik looked across the bridge at Marienburg, it was still burning, ". . . looks like were gunna need 'em". Grobnik departed quickly taking two giant slayers with him as well. Now that that was done, Groshnik turned his attention to yet another proplem, the bridge he was standing on. This bridge was the only way across the River Andurin, the river was to deep and the current to strong for anything to swim across it, and there were no other bridges within even several days of marching. Groshnik's enemies would be here soon, it was up to him and his slayers to hold back their advance.

((OOC: supremeoverlordVECT, I order you to go to our region now, and not set on your own quest to take over khemri!))
BIC:

Ghast summoned the recently dead back. Tje next city would be theirs too for sure.
Well, not theirs.
His.
Yes.
His.
That sounded nice.
He ordered his army to move towards the closest bridge immediately, He wnated to be earlier then the others. As for the ratmen and Orcs, he hoped the orcs won. They were far more usefull. To ensure that, he had laid a trap. 5 crypt ghouls awaited some of those rats. And rats, after all, were best inrunning away..

Gobgut grinned- "kill you?" he chuckled. "much rather have you alive! you little vermen are far more useful to me alive. Just stay out of our way once our attacks start and leave the dead where they are. dont touch their equipment- its ours! Do all of that and you just might live." he turned and looked away. Now little pest. Get out of my sight before I change my mind." Gobgut proceded to scream to the massive group of boys "COME ON LADZ WE GOTTA MOVE! WE LEAVE FER THE NEXT SCRAP AT NOON! LOOT WHAT YOO CAN! DEN GET TO DA PASS!

Snikrit wasted no time hanging around, he had to leave before the Orcs sacked what remained of the city lest he get caught up in it. He jumped to his feet and sprinted towards the nearest sewer access. As luck had it, the entrance remained clear and so he made his escape from the doomed town. He scrambled down the ladder and entered the sewer. Despite the pungent scent, he was far more comfy here than on the surface. The sky made him sick, he was too accustomed to having something over his head. No matter, he was safe now.

Snitrik made his way towards where the Warlord that had hired the service of Clan Eshin had arranged to meet up after he had killed the Count, he would want to hear the news. However, he arrived to find the Warlord dead. Besides him was his payment in a cloth bag. No matter, such is the life of a Skaven and more importantly he had his payment. The question remained though, who killed him?

Snikrit heard shuffling behind him. He turned around to see a silhouette.
"Hello, Snikrit. I have been waiting for you."

Now finished with their looting of arms and supplies, the orcish hordes began to rapidly grow in number. they now marched for another cash of gold valubles and other weapons. In the army's wake, orcs flooded out of the mountains and began repairing the defiled town.

"Ha the orcs have looted the city but among their numbers nurgle's plague is carried, the Skaven had retreated to the sewers and the undead hordes are in the slaying all in the city." N'emoran said petting his dragons head then climbed on its back.
"Let us talk to Ghast."

Ghast sat on his trone made out of the recent bones. Geistnacht had served him.. well. Quite well. His horde had even grown.
'My lord,' the necromancer began, 'what about the Lahmia inside the city?'
'She's dead.'
'Are you sure, my lord?'
'Yes. She is the wife of the elector Count, and I have good rumours that this are her remains.'
Ghast grabbed a blooded stump and showed it.
'All of her remains.'

"Greyseer Ehnin, why are you here?"
"I am here for you. I need to hire you, and that body over there said otherwise... There are Dwarves intending on preventing our allies' passage over the bridge, and I need you to disrupt their plans..."
"I'm busy. I have personal matters to attend to."
"You dare defy my will?!"
"Yes" Snikrit said as he scurried off into the darkness. He would attack the Dawrves, but not for the Greyseer, no. It would be for revenge. Groshnik owed him an eye.

"Ghast my friend is see the assault goes well. Question when did the skaven join us I met a old ally Snikrit" N'emoran said as he sat on his pet. The beast turned ready to speak.

In the far distance, loud, monstrous calls and shouts could be heard, comming from the east. The hydra's legion had arrived. ready to plunder. ready to kill.

OOC this won't work if we are all chummy with one another.

OOC: Thanks for pointing that out, I feel like I'm all alone trying to fight EVERYONE off.

OOC: Perhaps I (or someone else) should kill my (or their) character off and join the forces of Order?? I mean, if that's ok with you guys... Cos it isn't exactly fair.