Let our foes remember this day in horror and angst. This is the story of how an determined warchief bested an mighty, unyielding foe.
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The salty orcish corsair dreams of far distant lands, a paradise of plunder and pillage that indeed calls out to the water-touched thugs of the horde. This calling has lead one particular corsair war chief and his ragtag band of boyz and girlz to an secluded beech nestled in between two majestic mountains, protecting the orcs cunning plans from prying, jealous eyes.
Here shall rise an beacon of orcish might and wealth, waving an taunting bird at anyone who might want to challenge the horde, in the shape of an snazzy castle, all made out bones of fallen foes (mostly animals. What, it still counts! HEY, come over here and say that ya git!).
A problem that soon presented itself to the laboring orcs was the ocean itself. It was both inviting with it's alluring promise of freedom through open waters but at the same time unwelcoming with it's meter high waves assaulting its beaches relentlessly. This proved to be somewhat problematic as orcs started to complain over saltwater in their boar meat, but also prevented the Corsair from constructing the dry dock for his ships right at the edge of the water. The war chief was stumped, but not beaten. As threats of violence did not seem to affect the waves that much, the war chief concluded that it was time to be cunning, but brutal, and brutal but cunning. But how can one beat what feels no pain?
The weeks went by, and the disgruntled corsair found himself stuck a stone throw away from the beach, the constantly moving waves taunting him as the groups' peons worked on the forts early defenses as it's crafters pushed out armor and weapons, preparing for the promised raids.
The winter season rolled in from the south, the lands and the bears slowly drifted into an slumber. But they were not alone. The cold breeze seemed to affect even the mighty ocean itself, the Corsair confirmed while he noticed the waves shrinking in size for every passing day. A week later, the ocean laid calm and silent, frozen solid from the cold season's embrace. Somewhere deep inside that thick orcish skull adorning the Corsairs body, an idea sparked to life. His enemy had been put to rest, slumbering silently, unable to defend itself. Now was the time to be brutally cunning, and cunningly brutal. It was time to attack this slumbering behemoth, and take full advantage of it's weak state. Barking orders left and right, kicking and cursing, he got the entire fort up to its feet.
Miners started digging out paths through the frozen ocean, masons hurried back and forth between the coast and the fort, while wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow full of bones dumped it's load at the bone-carvers workshop. Day and night the orcs toiled, a constant murmur of profanity and death threats sweeping over the beach as the Corsairs cunning plans took shape. It seemed impossible, but somehow, armok knows why, the orcs put the last finishing touches to the crazy plan just in time before the ocean started to wake up, crackling and rumbling as it woke from its deep slumber.
The corsair looked upon his beach, arms proudly folded behind his back as he gazed out over his creation. This was truly a good day to be an orc.
A massive wavebreaker, 100% made out of bones had been erected in front of the fort, shielding it from the watery oceans fury, it's waves breaking like glass against the mighty orc-made wall.
Today is an milestone in Orcish engineering has been reached. Orcish engineers throughout the lands cheers and rejoys, putting their behinds on display for the silly little gnomes. "Who's the smart bunch now, eh??". Busy dry docks shall soon litter the coast - the home of an mighty orchish fleet, the greedy orcs already dreaming of coin and gem, slave and meat. There's an hint of promised profit in the air, and this corsair has his eyes set on the nearby human towns, a sinister grin adoring his scared face as he hoists his iron scimitar to the skies, awakening a massive WAAAAAAGH in his fellow kin that echoes out over the open waters of the now beaten sea.
( Can't wait until we can enjoy masterwork in 40.24. But until that day, happy pillaging fellow Orcs!)
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