I'm a liar.
A month passes by. Da boyz grow their forces, their numbers in the millions. They ready for the massive Waaagh that has been building up over the last week or so.
Roll: 9
You send some of da boyz off, and they collect more boyz, and their gubbinz, and all come back to the planetary capital. The sheer number of da boyz in one little area is world breaking. It's a dream come true.
Username:
Dwarf Midget
Ork name:
Ork'za
Ork God:
Mork
Speciality:
Mekka
Skills:
Armoring
Equipment:
Mega Armor, Power Klaw, Kustom Shoota, Mek's tools, Commissar Hat.
Force:
A Deff Dread, two Killa Kans, seven 'Ard Slugga Boyz, and your personal Trukk.
Roll: 10
You create seventeen more warpdrives, and build warp shields all over the planet, protecting it from da warp. You drill the drives into the planet, and almost instantly, the entire planet is dumped into the warp, headed off in an unknown direction.
Username:
maxicaxi
Ork name:
Sa'grok
Ork God:
Mork
Speciality:
Mekboy
Skills:
Bildzing gunz
Equipment:
Mek Armor, Kustom Mega Blasta, and Mek's tools.
Force:
A Battle Wagon, four War Bikez, a War Buggy, twenty Shoota Boyz, a trukk, twenty PDF troopers, your personal BaneBlade.
Roll: 9
You take around fifty boyz aside, and tell them to go help the mekks make mekky stuff. They obey, and the mekks build over one hundred times the speed they did before.
Username:
Digital Hellhound
Ork name:
Snagrukk
Ork God:
Gork
Speciality:
Mad Dok/Painboy
Skills:
Surgery, 'upgrading' orks
Equipment:
Dok's armor, Dok's tools, 'Urty Syringe
Force:
Seven Lootas (Armored), five Nobz (Armored), four Burna Boyz (Armored), eight Kayoss Boyz, eleven 'Ard Cyborks, seven Combat Orkdroids (Armored), one 'Uge Orkdroid (Armored), and your personal Trukk.
Roll: 7
You put big shootas on every building in every city on the planet. No one will take you now.
Username:
Dragnar
Ork name:
Gra'thurk
Ork God:
Gork
Speciality:
Mekboy
Skills:
Makin' smashy weapons!
Equipment:
Mek Armor, Kustom Shoota, Rokkit Hammer, and Mek's tools.
Force:
Two Deff Dreadz, fifteen Slugga Boyz (6 have rokkit hammers), thirty Orky 'Umiez, and your personal super dakka wagon.
Roll: 10
MONOCLES. ORKZ HAVE THEM. ALL OF THEM. But then the Nobz got angry, and took all of them away from da boyz.
Username:
USEC_OFFICER
Ork name:
Gitter
Ork God:
Mork
Speciality:
Kommandork
Skills:
Sneakzin', Yellzin'
Equipment:
Kommando Paint, Shoota, Slugga, Choppa, a Force Hammer, and bombz.
Force:
Fifty seven Kommandoz, eighteen Kommando Nobz, and twenty Slugga Boyz.
Roll:
Joinin' da boyz!
Username:
mcclay
Ork name:
Sar'on
Ork God:
Gork
Speciality:
Burna boyz
Skills:
Burnin and Dakka'in.
Force:
Twenty five Burna Boyz, seven Mekks, and a BattleWagon as your transport.
WAAAAAAAAAGH!!
Countless amounts of boyz of each profession.
Fifty seven stompas, both WAAAGHships, and four Gargants.
The WarBosses contemplate in their command tent, discussing taktiks and ovver serruz bidznezz, their scholar grot helping, when the flap opens, and the stench of promethium fills the air. They all look towards the open flap, glaring at the figure standing in the opening. The figure is obviously an ork, covered in leathers and plates, with a mask over his face. Most of him is on fire. The bosses conclude that he loves his burnin.
The burna boy walks in, and sits in an empty chair like he'd been there the entire time. The bosses continue to look at him.
"Wot? I fink you need tah lern a bit about da burninz, dat's all."
The bosses shrug, and go back to what they were doing before.
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