Journal of Warchief Navatar, Warcamp BurstScourgeSpring, 125Today I stood atop the cliffs of BurstScourge, the remnants of a rotting serpent man’s scull hanging from my belt, glaring at an offensive sight out on the bay. What did I see that offended my eyes so much? Why it was nothing less than a fat merchant cog happily sailing on the ocean blissfully unaware of our presence. Enough is enough, it’s time for somebody else to take charge of this warcamp and that somebody is me.
First order of business, start sinking bloody merchant ships. Finding the corsair Pan I asked what the problem was. He claimed to have lost the raiding ship. How the hell does one loose a bloody longship? On threat of becoming fish food, he bloody better find the missing vessel and have plunder for the tribe by the end of the week.
Next thing on my agenda will be cleaning this place up. Is this a warcamp or a weakling kobold dump? From the looks of the amount of crap scattered about I have no choice but to assume that my orcish brethren have devolved into little hoping rats, scurrying about storing things in piles! I demand you stop it immediately. You can bloody go chop down the forest instead, that’s a much better plan.
Speaking of chopping trees, why are those stinking elves still here? Dismantle that trade depot and acquisition their goods for the horde. If they complain, chop their heads off.
8th Granite, 125Theives! Kobolds have raided the camp. No doubt looking for our treasures, which I am sure we have somewhere, just not entirely sure where. A Snaga Archer discovered the little rats and delayed them long enough for Shadowcry Omega and his fellow spearorc to give them a proper send off. The SpearOrc Ashuulashduuk beats the first thief to a pulp with his shield before cleaving the second thieving rat in two.
9th to 13th Granite, 125Blood for the blood gods! The evil drow merchants have been driven off for good. Their goods claimed for the horde and their sculls will line our wall. Deep Blue developed a taste for drow foot in the battle, gnawing away doggedly at the merchants.
Omega distinguished himself in the battle, earning the name “Monstermenaced” killing four of the eight drow. He was a blur with his spear, severing hands and arms and stabbing the evil elven scum in their heads.
The SpearOrc Ashuulashduuk was the only casualty of the trade battle, getting his foot chopped up a little. I have never seen so many tears from such a tiny wound, he was so distraught that he had to lie down and cry for Deep Blue to come tend his bedside.
Slate, 125Raiding has commenced. A second drydock was built to supply the longships which now fly in and out of the bay, burning merchants to the waterline and bringing back plunder. So much plunder. Enough gold has been taxed from the merchants to build a factory and to think about letting Deep Blue go on a soul search, if he can only figure out what he actually needs.
After the battle with the drow I am dissatisfied with a bow, I did not get the necessary blood on my hands. The bow is suitable for goblin snaga, not a mighty Uruk Ronin! As Ashuulashduuk is still crying in bed, I will claim his sword as my own and go hunt the trio of ogres wandering around the camp perimeter. The raiders can go plunder the humans for a time and find me some fitting armour.
Late Slate, 125It has come to my attention that the camp is woefully unprotected. The increase in raiding and the clear cutting of the surrounding forest is surely to attract the attention of the pointy eared ones. It’s time to put the newly built factory to use and to build us a defensive palisade.
The plans have barely been laid down when a band of migrating orcs turn up and wish to join our warband. 27 of them, swelling our numbers to 46. Amongst them are a dreamwalker, a druid, a handful of artisans, a ronin and 4 uruk’s. The warband has just got a significant punch, all we need now is enough weaponry and armour to equip them.
Felsite, 125Smoke pours from the factory as endless amounts of bricks are massed produced for the palisade walls. Our fighting force has been set to training, 4 with swords, 4 with spears, 4 snaga with bows.
7th Felsite, 125Buurnazogh has gone mad, she rushes to a leatherworking shop and claims it as his own and starts making outrageous demands! If she doesn’t shut up soon I will have her head!
Several days later she produces Udushagimmbugd, a Lamellar Leather Kite Shield. Why, how did she know I wanted a shield? Fine work indeed!
13th Felsite, 125The enemy is a upon us! From the west the hordes have arrived to take our lives! A vile force of darkness consisting of… 16 frogmen! Really? That’s all they think they need to plunder our camp and ravish our women? Really? Well the warband needs some practice, off with their legs! We eat well tonight.
Naturally the assault occurs on the other side of the camp to where the palisade is finished, so I order the squads to defend the perimeter and wait for the pitiful attacking force to arrive. Running down the hill the frogmen charge our position. Not one for following orders, Omega breaks ranks to meet their charge head on, stabbing his crystal spear straight through the frogmans copper helm and tearing through its tiny brain. First blood to us.
Following in behind Omega I wade through the ranks of the frogmen wielding my sword to deadly skill. Cutting off the first frogmens legs I do battle with the enemy swordsmen commander, parring his feeble blows before sticking my sword in his heart and giving it a friendly twist. Covered in frog gore I look up and see the enemy fleeing.
Final count, 3 to me, 3 to Omega, 3 to SwordOrc Azguu and a further 2 to the recruits. 11 dead frogmen and only a single casualty – Uruk Ugbugughorn got smacked around in the head a little, getting her scull broken along with her outer brain. She is unlikely to survive, as she now spends her time vomiting all over the place. If there is a next time, she might remember to actually put on a helm first.
Spring is at an end. Things are seemingly under control. The longships ply the seas on a regular basis plundering the human villages now. The palisade is finished on two sides and the warband is hard at training. No deaths of orcs yet, thou we have a couple of cripples.
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