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| − | The Beginning | + | =====The Beginning===== |
| − | + | One day a group of orks wanted to kill some elves however they had no idea where any were. They already killed all the ones that they could hear singing and listening for their obnoxious singing was the only way orks knew how to hunt those annoying wastes of space. The group of orks lead by Srag decided it would be a good idea to call on [[Gruumsh]] the One Eyed to help them find some horrible pansy elves. Asking the guy with one eye to find something wasn't the best idea however they thought it a good idea and once they got that in their head there is no convincing them different. They went off to find the snake skin drum. They went to the keeper of the drum Kor.<br><br> | |
| − | + | Kor told them that the drum went missing when two orks got into an argument about who could roll it the farthest. They over heard some pinkies they were hunting talking about drum rolls and decided that they be the best at it but unfortunately they both couldn't be the best so they had a competition. The first one took all the strength he had a rolled the drum an impressive distance across a field. The next ork thought for a little bit then climbed a mountain with the drum. He tossed it over the side of the mountain. The other ork felt cheated and said he is no better than a pinkie. Naturally a fight broke out. Why they were rolling on the ground they didn't take the time to see where the drum went. So they had to declare it a draw because they couldn't measure how far the roll went. Kor explained he let them take the drum because it's not like they couldn't see who could roll the drum farther. They all nodded in agreement and Kor sent them in the direction of the two drum rollers. <br><br> | |
| − | + | Srag and his group of would-be elf hunters found their ork prey arguing over who's teef where sharper. They asked Sraf his opinion and he punched them in the face. Demonstrating how little he cares about their competitions. Srag demanded that they show him where they rolled the drum and lost it. They both blamed each other for losing the drum and started to bicker. Srag lost his patience and stabbed one. He bled profusely but then insisted that he be the one to show him the way, and would not accept any help. The other ork decided that now was not the time to argue because getting stabbed was not on his to do list.<br><br> | |
| − | + | Off the party went into the mountains to find the drum. As their guide pointed to the ledge off which the drum was thrown he dropped dead of blood loss and stubbornness. Some members of the party suggested that they climb down the ledge and search that way. Srag had a better idea. He gathered that if something else was to get thrown down there that was a similar size it would land near the drum. Their late guide was too big so they had to find something else. They were trying to decide what rock is best when they heard a wonderful sound. It was the sound of mining. A pick axe striking a rock. They were intrigued by this noise so they followed it.<br><br> | |
| − | + | As they closed into the source of the noise they heard something they didn't like. Singing. It wasn't nearly weak enough to be elves but it certainly wasn't orks. What they saw was a human but shorter, hairier, and bulkier. The strange creature bid them a friendly hello and introduced himself. The orks didn't understand what he was saying so they just kind of looked at him trying to figure out what to make of him. Without saying anything to each other they decided that he was most certainly drum sized. They lifted the dwarf in the air and tossed him off the mountain.<br><br> | |
| − | + | The group eagerly watched him bounce down the mountain from rock to rock. When he stopped they investigated where he landed. The plan worked perfectly. The dwarf lay twitching on the drum. They moved the dwarf to the side and picked to the drum. They didn't bother killing the dwarf because it isn't like they'd ever see another dwarf anyway. They decided that was enough fun for the day and they went back to their tribe and called it a night. <br><br> | |
| − | + | Early next morning the tribe got together to hunt elves again. This time they had the drum to summon Gruumsh. They banged on the drum as loud as they can. A minute passed and no god showed. They decided then that Gruumsh broke his deal and needed to be dealt with.<br><br> | |
| − | + | They came upon him resting in the mountain he is known to rest in. When they saw him they demanded to know why he didn't answer. As he was trying to yell at them for their impatience, Srag grew tired of the talking and attacked. The party attacked the giant and put out his other eye. Srag decided then that since they've gone this far might as well finish the job. Though he would never admit it he knew Gruumsh was bigger than him and therefore capable of revenge. Srag killed Gruumsh that day but with his dying breath Gruumsh cursed this group of orks. He sent them to live in the inhospitable mountains and painted their skin blue so other orks would know of their shame. <br><br> | |
| − | + | What Gruumsh didn't count on is the stubbornness of this group of Orks. They decided they actually like living in the mountains and being blue is superior because fuck that guy. | |
Revision as of 02:12, 6 October 2014
Mountain Ork
The Beginning
One day a group of orks wanted to kill some elves however they had no idea where any were. They already killed all the ones that they could hear singing and listening for their obnoxious singing was the only way orks knew how to hunt those annoying wastes of space. The group of orks lead by Srag decided it would be a good idea to call on Gruumsh the One Eyed to help them find some horrible pansy elves. Asking the guy with one eye to find something wasn't the best idea however they thought it a good idea and once they got that in their head there is no convincing them different. They went off to find the snake skin drum. They went to the keeper of the drum Kor.
Kor told them that the drum went missing when two orks got into an argument about who could roll it the farthest. They over heard some pinkies they were hunting talking about drum rolls and decided that they be the best at it but unfortunately they both couldn't be the best so they had a competition. The first one took all the strength he had a rolled the drum an impressive distance across a field. The next ork thought for a little bit then climbed a mountain with the drum. He tossed it over the side of the mountain. The other ork felt cheated and said he is no better than a pinkie. Naturally a fight broke out. Why they were rolling on the ground they didn't take the time to see where the drum went. So they had to declare it a draw because they couldn't measure how far the roll went. Kor explained he let them take the drum because it's not like they couldn't see who could roll the drum farther. They all nodded in agreement and Kor sent them in the direction of the two drum rollers.
Srag and his group of would-be elf hunters found their ork prey arguing over who's teef where sharper. They asked Sraf his opinion and he punched them in the face. Demonstrating how little he cares about their competitions. Srag demanded that they show him where they rolled the drum and lost it. They both blamed each other for losing the drum and started to bicker. Srag lost his patience and stabbed one. He bled profusely but then insisted that he be the one to show him the way, and would not accept any help. The other ork decided that now was not the time to argue because getting stabbed was not on his to do list.
Off the party went into the mountains to find the drum. As their guide pointed to the ledge off which the drum was thrown he dropped dead of blood loss and stubbornness. Some members of the party suggested that they climb down the ledge and search that way. Srag had a better idea. He gathered that if something else was to get thrown down there that was a similar size it would land near the drum. Their late guide was too big so they had to find something else. They were trying to decide what rock is best when they heard a wonderful sound. It was the sound of mining. A pick axe striking a rock. They were intrigued by this noise so they followed it.
As they closed into the source of the noise they heard something they didn't like. Singing. It wasn't nearly weak enough to be elves but it certainly wasn't orks. What they saw was a human but shorter, hairier, and bulkier. The strange creature bid them a friendly hello and introduced himself. The orks didn't understand what he was saying so they just kind of looked at him trying to figure out what to make of him. Without saying anything to each other they decided that he was most certainly drum sized. They lifted the dwarf in the air and tossed him off the mountain.
The group eagerly watched him bounce down the mountain from rock to rock. When he stopped they investigated where he landed. The plan worked perfectly. The dwarf lay twitching on the drum. They moved the dwarf to the side and picked to the drum. They didn't bother killing the dwarf because it isn't like they'd ever see another dwarf anyway. They decided that was enough fun for the day and they went back to their tribe and called it a night.
Early next morning the tribe got together to hunt elves again. This time they had the drum to summon Gruumsh. They banged on the drum as loud as they can. A minute passed and no god showed. They decided then that Gruumsh broke his deal and needed to be dealt with.
They came upon him resting in the mountain he is known to rest in. When they saw him they demanded to know why he didn't answer. As he was trying to yell at them for their impatience, Srag grew tired of the talking and attacked. The party attacked the giant and put out his other eye. Srag decided then that since they've gone this far might as well finish the job. Though he would never admit it he knew Gruumsh was bigger than him and therefore capable of revenge. Srag killed Gruumsh that day but with his dying breath Gruumsh cursed this group of orks. He sent them to live in the inhospitable mountains and painted their skin blue so other orks would know of their shame.
What Gruumsh didn't count on is the stubbornness of this group of Orks. They decided they actually like living in the mountains and being blue is superior because fuck that guy.
