This post has the following content warnings:
Jan 27, 2023 1:28 PM
Cegorach the trickster god tries a longshot plan involving orks and a human soul, because it’s not like he can make things any worse.
+ Show First Post
Total: 133
Posts Per Page:
Permalink

So Groknath leads them to a sort of courtyard with low stone walls around it. About 30 orks are all sitting in a circle watching two boyz wrestle in the middle. A taller ork of the variety that surrounded the tribe boss is overseeing things and holding a turtleshell looking thing filled with teeth, presumably the pot for the fight.

 

”Thas the Nob in charge of yer warband, the rest are the boyz of yer warband. Ya don’t have to show up every day for training but if ya miss too many days the Nob will come find ya and krump ya good.” Groknath points at the tall one.

 

The “Nob” is wearing actual clothes rather than the standard rough loincloth or vest, with bones and strips of enemy uniform dangling from his jacket as trophies. He also has a blood red mowhawk somehow even though every other ork Jennifra has seen has been bald.

Permalink

"Good ta know." She waves at the Nob.

Permalink

The Nob sees her and motions her over. “Oi, you must be tah last of the new fresh spawns. We got nearly wiped out in the last raid.” He laughs like that is a super fun thing that happened. “Lost full half me boyz. So what’s yer name? I’m Rippa.”

Permalink

Dying is actually not super fun, and she would know. She'll just have to get good enough to keep everyone alive.

"I'm Bigjaw."

Permalink

"Well ye do have a big jaw, lots of teef, pretty tall for a fresh spawn. If ye don't find a Oddboy specialty I wuz thinkin' you go to a choppa squad. Close combat shock troops could use someone ya size." Rippa despite his attitude to overwhelming losses seems pretty smart for an ork. Actually bothering to understand the need for different kinds of squads. This isn’t great news for Jennifra since the ork instincts are telling her choppa squads get into close range, very high casualty, and bloody battles even if the instincts are excited about being in them.

​"Nothin' betta than choppin' up da enemy, just need to make it close enough. Ye also get the best loot." Rippa laughs and claps Jennifra on the shoulder.

Permalink

Well, she's not going to try to get a safer posting at the price of someone else getting a more dangerous one. Still, best to know all the options. "What kindsa oddboyz are there?"

Permalink

“We got Mekboyz that do mech stuff, they don't just know how ta build stuff like bigga shootas or stompa mechs. One made a very nice metal jaw for me mate Banga, I’ll miss that shiny metal grin I will.

Painboyz or Doks that know how ta stitch ye up after a scrap, but they likes experimentin’ on victims so make sure to see them only if ya actually gonna die from ya wounds mate. 

Herdas that are good at managing lots of battle squigs or really big squigs that are bigger than a trukk ya can ride on.

Runtherdz for managing lots of gretchin, is a big pain to deal with more than 3 normally but if ya got lots of em well trained they can comb the battlefield for loot for ya.

Slavers for same thing but dealing wit slaves, but slaves die too easy in my opinion, at least gretchins can feed on greenmoss and all ya really need to herd gretchin is a big stick te whack em with. Slavers need ‘food’ and ‘sleepin quarters’ and ‘shackles’ for da slaves.

Could be a Weirdboy if ya feel all tingy in yer head when around too many other orks, let that build up without shootin it out in weird blasts an ye head can explode! And all the heads of all orks around ye too! Usually they go hide and be alone but if ye round em up and push em into battle when they flip out and start zapping people with weird blasts they take more of the enemy out than us.

Madboyz don’t got any special skills they just don’t come out of the pod right, Sometimes they jus’ don’t play nice in a squad or can’t figure out really simple commands like ‘krump doz gitz!’ so they just get given stikkbombs and worked into a frenzy and pointed roughly at the other side.

And finally ye got Speedfreaks. Now don’t get me wrong everyone luvs to ride the trukk fast into a group of enemies, but these boyz want to go so fast the trukk catches fire and shakes itself apart, or they wanna go so fast they’ll even get in one of dem flying things! Ork feet are meant to stay on the ground I say.

So yeah mate that’s about it, ye get Oddboy religious types like Yellerz but they fight in like everyone else so It's irrel-vant if they gots special holy knowledge from Gork and Mork” Rippa seems a bit of an Oddboy himself, being patient and smart enough to explain all this to a newbie in so many words, the usual Nob would just tell the new ork to figure it out himself.

Permalink

"Thanks!" That was a lot more explanation than she was expecting, which is nice. Giant rideable squigs sound very interesting, as does leading a herd of gretchins, but ultimately she's after Rippa's job. "If I'm gonna be in the choppa squad, I wanna get some practice wit dis choppa!"

Permalink

Rippa motions to a group of Boyz hacking at dummies made of bone and spongy moss, and each other sometimes. “Noice attitude mate! Only rule is dun chop off anything that doesn’t stick back on withou’ stitches.”

Ork instincts tell her hands and fingers will stick back on, the tips of fingers might even grow back. But hacking off an arm leg is going to need to be stitched back on and nobody wants to be at the tender mercies of a Dok.

Blacknail is just hanging around Jennifras foot hoping he will be told to go off and do something away from all these rowdy orcs.

Permalink

"Hey, Blacknail? I'm gonna be practicing for a while, how's about you go find some other gretchins and see if any of them can throw a rock with as good aim as you? And any who can, ask them if they'd like to join a gretchin shoota squad."

Permalink

Blacknails eyes light up at the talk of a gretchin shoota squad, and at the idea of bossing around other gretchin. “Maybe...if boss gives me da knife you gots earlier so I’s can keep the lazy shiftless grots in line? You gots a big choppa instead now after all...” Not really expecting the plea to work, but boss bigjaw seemed pretty nice and not the kind of ork who would kick him for asking.

Permalink

She . . . actually can't think of any reason not to do that. It increases his formidability by a much greater amount than it does hers; her claws make it practically redundant. "Yes, alright," she says, handing it over, "just don't lose it and don't stab anyone without a good reason."

Permalink

"Wheeeeee!" Blacknail grabs the knife and caresses its shiny shiny surface. "I will find the bestest shoota squad ever boss!" 

Best boss ever! First, they let him shoot the shoota, then they give him a knife, and now he gets to be a boss himself of other gretchin! Any reason to shiv someone is a good reason. Blacknail thinks to himself as he scampers off to find other gretchin to coerce or bully into working for Bigjaw.

Permalink

Bigjaw hopes she has not created any more of a monster. Well, when you are looking for an army to take on gods, maybe monsters are just what you want. She goes to practice with the Choppa, learning to swing it and getting a feel for how it moves and how much force it takes to cut, and also learning to pay attention to the general melee around her while also focusing on her own actions.

Permalink

One of the orks comes up to her with his own choppa and makes a beckoning motion. Seems someone wants to spar.

Permalink

She's in! She turns to face him and unlimbers her own choppa.

Permalink

"How fares it human!? Settling in okay?" A familiar voice appears in Jennifra's mind just as the other ork comes in with a swing at her torso. "You make any friends yet? Ah, mortals, they grow up so fast."

Cegorach enjoys making his divine presence known at inconvenient moments. It's the little things in life that make eons of existence not a pain.

Permalink

Jennifra blocks, barely, and rolls her eyes. "Hi," she mutters. Can the other ork see this dude at all, she bets not.

Permalink

"Oh you can just think things at me you don't have to talk out loud. Even for an ork that would be a little strange~." A little musical tone to his voice when he says 'strange'. 

The ork grins at the newbie barely blocking and goes in for a double-handed attack with all his strength behind it, trying to knock the choppa out of Jennifra's hands.

"Ooh watch out there. That swing looks pretty hard." He says totally unhelpfully since the ork made no attempt not to telegraph his attack.

Permalink

Yeah, she's just going to have the fight first and the conversation second. Cegorach may be a god, but the other ork requested her attention first, and much more politely to boot. Sidestep, blood-curdling yell, lateral sweep at his ankles. 

Permalink

The ork barely stumbles out of the way just in time of being de-footed and falls over onto his butt. Totally open for a finishing strike. He did not expect the newbie to fight back that hard after that weak block.

Permalink

Rippa off overseeing the practice notices who he knows as Bigjaw do that dodge and sweep at the legs and looks intrigued.

Permalink

It's kind of hard to be sure what she can do with a choppa that doesn't risk removing a limb in a hard to fix way. She's going to fight defensively for a bit and see what her opponent tries, which also gives her enough mental bandwidth to think So, what's up? at Cegorach.

Permalink

"Just checking in, making sure you did not get your head cut off yet and need to find another human to try this with. All my other plots are underway and mostly hands-off right now so I was bored as well. Watching you fight is fun in a brutal efficient way at least, nothing like my people's styles."

Cegorach shows a flash of tall thin masked humanoids with too tall heads and too long limbs twirling with swords as if it was a dance. "So very dramatic they are."

Permalink

Sparring partner is a lot warier after falling on his ass the first time, but glad the bout continues instead of the newbie eliminating him by making a faux killmove while he was down. Doing little feints with his choppa to test Jennifra's defence. He doesn't really get how to bluff with his body language though. His muscles tense way more when he is going for a real swing.

Total: 133
Posts Per Page: