"Gettin into a good scrap first thing in the morn is the best thing evar! And them ratty things are fun to fight!" A large black-skinned orc roared happily as his axe smashed the metal-armored clan rat into a bloody mess.
Then a loud hiss filled the dark tunnel that the orcs were happily watching for more rats to run out of. The orcs tensed with their grips around their axes with wide misshapen grins crossing their faces.
As they were SO ready for another wave of rats to rush them for a propa fight again!
But what came out of the dark tunnel wasn't more screaming rats.
Instead came a large metal man standing four meters tall. Taller than their own Warboss and as it came out of the tunnel, glowing green steam exploded from holes in it's armor.
And then the giant metal man roared back in a loud vibrating roar that stirred the orc's blood. The tone of the roar was a bit off... But the orcs didn't blame the metal man who couldn't scream a propa WAAAGHHH with so much metal in their faces.
"WAAGGHHH!" The blackened and green orcs roared happily in turn, and they rushed forward to give their new metal proppa opponent a good fight!
Metal and stone cleavers and axes smashed into thick bronze metal in a symphony of banging noises.
Then the giant metal man grabbed the rushing orc directly in front. And then the other orcs paused as the metal man roared with a pillar of green boiling steam blasted over the grabbed orc.
The grabbed orc glowed as the green power of what HAD to be an avatar of Gork and Mork and then the orc's body melted, leaving naught but a bundle of green gore and a burned skeleton in it's hands.
Then the orcs all laughed at the sight of the dead orc before charging back in towards the metal man, with one of the orcs crying out.
"I call the metal man's elmet! I want that manling helmet to use for kickball haha!"
That cheering orc who was already calling claims was then rewarded by a pin point small javalin shooting through it's chest with an explosion of gore that was shot from the javalin launching oversized crossbow arm.
Then that javalin having cleared past through the orc's chest exploded into a mass of shrapnel as the enchanted crossbow arm automatically reloaded itself.
The screaming orcs still charged towards the metal man and from the shadows of the previous tunnel. Even as they knocked down the metal man, three more of the metal men came out.
And the screams of joy in a right proper fight turned into screams of pain as steam normal and warp stone corrupted steam turned those happy orcs into very unhappy orcs.
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Sneaky shit wasn't normally the way of the dawi. The extent of typically 'acceptable' sneaky war crimes was collapsing a tunnel on greenskins and otherwise rats.
After going to get Shaggit and his 'Gourmet Legion' which consisted of using naked giant men that drank invisbility potions. Was by ALL definitions a completely irredemable war crime.
We were rushing down into the deepest part of the lost hold. Where countless, TRULY countless Skaven skittered about in a mad rush as they went towards our kin at the mid levels.
And thankfully, Shaggit had trained his wanna be ninja ogre's how to be stealthy with their kills. And by stealthy.
I meant that instead of just eating the rat's they came across, they smashed them flat as a pancake and then just made a mental note to pick up the bloody mess on the way back.
And even if we got 'caught' in the small halls we were in. A dozen giant invisible ogres could smash a hundred skaven in literally just seconds.
The darkness played to our strengths in the most important way as we weren't just lumbering orcs and skaven fighting in these tunnels. We were the murder hobo's in the dark, they literally couldn't see.
Finding the Skaven broodmother's themselves wasn't hard. After all, being the 'most valuable' part of Skaven society besides the Grey Rats and such meant that they were heavily guarded.
Especially right now when our kin and the orcs were making a ruckus.
"Oiii Shaggit, I realized somefin." One of the Ogre's said quietly as they finished smashing the heads in of a squad of Storm Vermin which were Skaven in actual heavy armor and using proper weapons.
I watched in stunned horror as the orge ripped the well-built and clearly well-fed skaven out of his armor and with a grunt of effort. He stuff the dead skave up his ass before he said happily. "We can't carry food like dis you know. But we have extra room besides just eating wut we kill haha." The ogre laughed in 'victory' at it's fucking genius.
The sight of a skaven being shoved into an invisible Ogre's prison pocket was going to haunt me for the rest of my fucking days. Even Nurgle demons didn't have anything on these bastards...
It explained so much now as I knew that Ogre's could literally eat lava, and actual Nurgle demons as well!
I held in a retch before I said in despair. "Shaggit... I will feed you fuckers to the point of bursting. But don't make me watch that. I beg of you. Come on, let's just go the brood mothers please."
Shaggit, mostly invisible besides the blood splattered marks, remained silent for a moment before he grunted and said with a chuckle. "The little un is getting all weak in the knees at seeing some rat's being seasoned, haha. Ok ok, we go kill Skaven breeders, and then we go back for booze and real fancy food."
Although I hated skaven with every fiber of my being, and orcs to a somewhat lesser extent. I didn't need to see some ogre doing their disgusting nonsense with them.
After a bit more disguised slaughter, we made it into the birthing chambers, and they were as disgusting as you could imagine. Although Skaven broodmother's were one of their most important asset with how they rapidly put out little ratlings.
They were still treated horribly and with every indignity imaginable. Their limbs were chopped off, so they couldn't resist. They forms were massive, gravid, and fat as their bodies had been twisted by forcing it to withstand countless births.
'How many birthing chambers are there even? As there are 13 broodmothers in this chamber alone, which ties into the Great Horned Rat's sacred number.' I mused before I realized it was likely there was another 13 birthing chambers if these bastards were actually trying to follow the logic of their patron 'god'.