Now, we all love the modelling an painting. Some people however don't like the fluff side of things however. I do. What I propose is for all you dakkanauts to post your request for a short narrative here with a location and the races you want to feature in it. You can then use this in any blog you want to
or you could just give me a chance to stretch my literary wings! If there is ever one story you would like continued let yourself be heard!
On a side note I hope this is an acceptable forum for this thread....
Anyway, for starters:
The ground was covered in debris, fragments of a previous life shattered. The building had crumbled under the bombardment the city had been subjected to. Nalm stepped through this rubble with a cautious speed. His squads mission was to locate the Warboss. He hadn't been in the administration building like intelligence had suggested and now they were searching through the had blocks of the working district in an attempt to find him. Nalm considered the situation for a moment, Darkrung was a dump. No more than a backwater slum. yet the kine had no such views and had made this planet their bastion. Not that it could be called a bastion. Infiltration onto the surface had been like taking grenades from a guardsman. Piss-easy. It was another matter now. They only had three hours till sun-up and had to be into the farm house, that had been labelled their operation base, by then.
A lock or ginger hair poked out from the rubble and Nalm reached down to uncover the rag doll that it belonged to. The family that had lived here, who were probably now dead, had left in such a hurry that nothing had been taken with them. Reaching down Nalm picked up the doll, turning it over in his hands. The physical changes that were being rendered in him meant that already his hand dwarfed the child's toy.
He was broken from his thoughts by the vox bead in his ear bursting with static before his sergeant's voice came through "Nalm, eyes open boy, there's movement on the upper floors of your building..."
His next words were drowned out by the sound of the roof collapsing. Nalm froze. As the dust cleared he say a heaving dark lump stuggle to its feet. It lifted its head and spewed a string of guttural curses, directed at the floor above. The great ork reached its feet and tottered unsteadily toward Nalm who was just to the left of the stairwell. As it reached the base of the stairs it paused and sniffed, its red eyes suddenly narrowed in intense concentration. It scanned the room briefly before lurching up the stairs, roaring as it went.
Nalm forced himself to breathe once again. He paused for a moment before opening the vox link again "Sarge, I think I've just found our target!" 
yes, I know. Hope you enjoy
Imp. Monkey
