"Da problem wit' deez humies iz dat they don't got no respect."
Metallic prongs of a huge claw shined in the dust laden stream of light and then clashed together with a clang.
"We orks, on da other hand, we appreciate the good fings in life."
The enormous dark shape of Badruk da Blakk, Warboss of Da Hellrazors, lumbered forward, the heavy metal ringing of his mega armor echoing in the chamber with every step he took.
"Well, we'z will teach 'em a lesson that dey won't soon forget, won't we boyz?"
Loud grunts and cheers of approval erupted from the dark shapes that moved about the hall. Through the crude windows of the ramshackle spacehulk the lights of the warp swirled in ever changing patterns. Badruk and his Hellrazors had been in the warp for a long time. Too long, perhaps. For the better part of a human century they had waged war in the worlds near the Eye of Terror. In and out of the warp, they travelled between systems, fighting alongside and against the denizens of chaos. While still undoubtedly orks, the warp had left an unmistakable imprint on them.
"Now, dem spikey boyz with da red armor, dey gotz some ideas worthy of consideration. 'Blood for the blood god and skulls for the skull throne,' dey say. Nuttin' wrong with kerunchin' 'eads in my book! And dem Nurgly blokes wit' all the puss and oozings, well, dey can take a hit and still whomp you back, can't dey?!"
Badruk laughed long and hard, until the laugh descended into a hacking cough as he spat a wad of phlegm and blood against the nearest wall. All about his forces busied themselves for the battle to come. Large forms in mega-armor strode through the hall, bellowing instructions at the smaller figures running around. "My bully boyz" is what Badruk called them. Most were not dissimilar to other green skins found throughout the galaxy, but several of them were encased in corroded armor, from which peeled strips of green paint, revealing a festering decay that reflected the touch of Nurgle upon them.
Elsewhere throughout the hall could be seen the warping effects of the Lords of Chaos on Badruk's forces. Badruk's black armor and tall top knot were modeled on a fellow called Abaddon whom the Hellrazors had fought along side for awhile during a joint raid on a particularly target-rich human settlement. The foot soldiers of the Hellrazors likewise wore ornate black and gold armor and fought under the moniker of "Da Blakk Lejun" in mimicry of their one-time allies. Burna bommas and dakkajets sprouted horns and eyes and tails (and worse) as many of them became imbued with the spirits of daemons. Some of the trukks and wagons were also of an unusual style, which resulted from their acquisition during a particularly strange warp storm that left da Hellrazors in the world of Earth in the 1950s....
Shadowy shapes approached Badruk. They were ork sorcerers, weirdboyz who channeled ork waargh energy to summon denizens of the warp to fight alongside the Hellrazors. It was a perilous job, and not a few of past occupants of that position had blown up, or been dragged screaming into the maws of the abyss, together with whatever wretches were nearby. But when they succeeded the horror of a tide of green skins was magnified by the entrance of the forces of hell erupting into battle. Which brought a smile to Badruk's scarred face.
"So, iz we ready to go?" Badruk asked.
The weirboyz nodded in affirmation.
"Well then, it's krumpin time ladz."
"WAAARRGGGHHHH!!!!!"
Metallic prongs of a huge claw shined in the dust laden stream of light and then clashed together with a clang.
"We orks, on da other hand, we appreciate the good fings in life."
The enormous dark shape of Badruk da Blakk, Warboss of Da Hellrazors, lumbered forward, the heavy metal ringing of his mega armor echoing in the chamber with every step he took.
"Well, we'z will teach 'em a lesson that dey won't soon forget, won't we boyz?"
Loud grunts and cheers of approval erupted from the dark shapes that moved about the hall. Through the crude windows of the ramshackle spacehulk the lights of the warp swirled in ever changing patterns. Badruk and his Hellrazors had been in the warp for a long time. Too long, perhaps. For the better part of a human century they had waged war in the worlds near the Eye of Terror. In and out of the warp, they travelled between systems, fighting alongside and against the denizens of chaos. While still undoubtedly orks, the warp had left an unmistakable imprint on them.
"Now, dem spikey boyz with da red armor, dey gotz some ideas worthy of consideration. 'Blood for the blood god and skulls for the skull throne,' dey say. Nuttin' wrong with kerunchin' 'eads in my book! And dem Nurgly blokes wit' all the puss and oozings, well, dey can take a hit and still whomp you back, can't dey?!"
Badruk laughed long and hard, until the laugh descended into a hacking cough as he spat a wad of phlegm and blood against the nearest wall. All about his forces busied themselves for the battle to come. Large forms in mega-armor strode through the hall, bellowing instructions at the smaller figures running around. "My bully boyz" is what Badruk called them. Most were not dissimilar to other green skins found throughout the galaxy, but several of them were encased in corroded armor, from which peeled strips of green paint, revealing a festering decay that reflected the touch of Nurgle upon them.
Elsewhere throughout the hall could be seen the warping effects of the Lords of Chaos on Badruk's forces. Badruk's black armor and tall top knot were modeled on a fellow called Abaddon whom the Hellrazors had fought along side for awhile during a joint raid on a particularly target-rich human settlement. The foot soldiers of the Hellrazors likewise wore ornate black and gold armor and fought under the moniker of "Da Blakk Lejun" in mimicry of their one-time allies. Burna bommas and dakkajets sprouted horns and eyes and tails (and worse) as many of them became imbued with the spirits of daemons. Some of the trukks and wagons were also of an unusual style, which resulted from their acquisition during a particularly strange warp storm that left da Hellrazors in the world of Earth in the 1950s....
Shadowy shapes approached Badruk. They were ork sorcerers, weirdboyz who channeled ork waargh energy to summon denizens of the warp to fight alongside the Hellrazors. It was a perilous job, and not a few of past occupants of that position had blown up, or been dragged screaming into the maws of the abyss, together with whatever wretches were nearby. But when they succeeded the horror of a tide of green skins was magnified by the entrance of the forces of hell erupting into battle. Which brought a smile to Badruk's scarred face.
"So, iz we ready to go?" Badruk asked.
The weirboyz nodded in affirmation.
"Well then, it's krumpin time ladz."
"WAAARRGGGHHHH!!!!!"