the coming of the greentide
Third person pov: location: the badlands.
The camera panned into the desolate waste known as the badlands, home only to monsters, slow growing extremophiles and rocky plateaus, only the hardest and meanest creatures survive here, which is a good thing as some the biggest, meanest and greenest creatures have been landed here, the former human known as Jacob smith now grimgor ironhide, the former human was a fan of the greenskins and his favorite warboss was grimgor and thus the fates decided he would suffice as the next greatest threat to the world of equis, the machinations of a merchant and the gods Mork and Gork (or Gork and Mork) chose him to be there avatar, the former human turned greenskin released a sigh more akin to a growl, 'growing a tribe of greenskins is harder than it looks' the warboss said in his head.
It has been 2 weeks sense he landed here and after shedding enough spores his tribe was finally beginning to grow, however there were only about 700 or so orcs wandering about fighting each other or gathering together to form gangs to either hunt the various beast that roam about, or at least the ones he hasn't killed or beaten into submission, or were just lazing about as the goblins did everything else, building the huts, serving there orc masters or smithing crude but deadly blades, axes or other assortment of instruments of war, such as a rock-lobber, which is basically a beyond crude, yet deadly catapult that could still chuck a rock or two before it breaks, the goblins where much more numerous than there orc cousins as there's at least 4000 or more milling about as the tribe slowly grew more and more, then there snotlings, the only thing they did was either scratch an orcs back or tend to the "farms" as more greenskins emerged followed by squigs, the final tally of greenskins is a tiny core of 90 black orcs, decked head to toe in armor and with plenty of strength to back up, they were grimgores 'immortalz" and his best mates for a good scrap, back to Jacob, he was mentally counting his forces 'alright 700 orcs and couple thousand goblins isn't super small, even a core of black orcs, but this isn't super impressive on paper, it will take a long time due to this being a fresh from the ground up tribe' he mused as his eyes remained shut , meanwhile a goblin inched closer 'for the snotlings, well, besides pump wagons, the only there good for is cannon and arrow fodder, I got at least 2 rock-lobbers for siege weapons and a couple squig herds to rampage through a battlefield' he stopped his thinking when he heard the movement of the goblin, cracking one eye open he watched the goblin as it began to talk.
"eyy boss, I knows yous don't ike being interrupted while your thinkin, but um, the boyz have been wonderin, whose we fightin next?" the goblin asked as the former human felt his orc instincts kick in, besides fighting local monsters and killing the odd caravan, they've yet to truly engage in greenskin acts of war and violence, the goblin went on "how's about them pony gits?, there cityz would burn so noicly" the goblin said cruelly as it laughed a little "or how about them storm gits?, theyze will offer a good scrap" motioning to klugtown on the map they stole while raiding caravans, "ors how's about across the sea? The chicken gits will taste good with mushroom sauce" as the goblin drooled a little before going on, seemingly unaware of his bosses growing anger "it's time to foight boss! To loot and destroy!" the goblin went on excitedly before grimgores hand grabbed his throat, the goblin wheezed a little before a snap was heard as the goblin fell from grimgore grasp, dead, "YOUZ WANNA FOIGHT!!?" the former human bellow out to the cheers, hoots and howls that echoed though out the war camp, "WEZE GONNA GET A PROPA FOIGHT!!" before pointing a large finger at klugtown "THOSE STORMY BOYZ AR IN NEED OF A GOOD KRUMPIN" the warboss bellow out to even greater cheers and shouts, "SAY IT WIFF ME BOYZ!!!" before taking a deep breath.
"WAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"
across the rest of equstria:
the guttural cry to war was heard throughout the lands, ponies froze up in terror, griffons looked around in fear for the sound, zebras went to their shrines in droves out of terror, as other creatures, whether they be yak or dragon, changeling or horse, either hid, prayed to their gods or muster for war over such a sound, discord gasped at the sheer power of such a simple "word", his teacup clattering to the ground as fluttershy fainted in fear, Celestia was overwhelmed with papers and shouts from concerned nobles much to her endless frustration, but also fear over what was to come to equestria.
Author's Note
enjoy lads, criticism is welcome and come back next time, for the krumping of that storm king git!
the destruction of klugetown
Third person pov: location: the bone-dry desert.
The bone-dry desert, if one thought the badlands were desolate, they be proven wrong once they visit here, most races save for changelings perhaps, would falter here and have a decent chance of meeting their doom, unfortunately for klugtown, the invaders rampaging though the desert are undeterred, goblins mounted on large wolves or squigs charge forward whooping and hollering as they doubled as scouts and the vanguard, behind them is the main WAAAGH!, scores of orc boyz and goblin mobs "march" at lightning pace, hungry for a good fight, in the center is Grimgore ironhide and his band of 'immortalz', the former human was grateful for his new body, if he was human, he probably wouldn't have survived the desert, around the small warband is large amounts of unmounted squigs and there snotling caretakers, said snotlings, finally feeling the proper energy's of the WAAAGH!, then built pump-wagons and are now rolling about crushing there fellow snotlings, squigs and whatever unfortunate goblin that was anywhere near the ramshackle chariots.
The former human knew he was the new equestrias newest villain, and perhaps some influences from Gork and Mork (or Mork and Gork) or just his now greenskin nature, he wasn't feeling too bad about it, he was a fan of the show and thus chose his target wisely, sure, equestria was closer to the badlands, such as appaloosa and dodge city but he didn't want him and his boyz being turned to stone by some panzy artifacts called the elements of harmony or the pony's know about his warband just yet, if he was gonna crush equestria, he need a true WAAAGH!, this small one won't do and unfortunately, he can't go around crushing tribes because of one thing, there were no other tribes! He and his boyz where the only greenskins to ever exist on equestria, thus it was him and his tribe vs the world.
But he was an orc now, and orcs are made for fightin and winning.
Third person pov: location: klugetown.
Klugetown, the sole piece of civilization, a haven for criminals and traders for those looking for shadier options, part of the storm king's empire, its primary purpose is a place for traders and serving as a jumping off point for an invasion of equestria, two storm guards atop the wall saw what looked like a dust storm approaching, they prepared to leave in order to get there weather resistant gear, however one of them pointed at it "wait, look" the guard said as his comrade turned, he narrowed his eyes and saw what looked like a moving tide of red and green "what the?" before taking out a spy glass and got a better look before panicking at what he saw "warn the others!, were under attack!" he shouted at his comrade, the green tide somehow moved even faster at the sight of a potential fight, "ere we go! Ere we go! Ere we go!" the rampaging tide of orcs and goblins shouted while snotlings or squig riders just shouted manically tide, shouts rang from the town as guards and militia scrambled to the wall with crossbows are the ready, rocks from the rock-lobbas hit the wall and gates, scattering defenders as they took cover or became puddles of blood, the mob reached the walls, either ignoring or dying to crossbow bolts before they brought up a crude battering ram to assault the weakened gate, while others used cruder ladders to scale and attack defenders on the wall, the former human and his band of black orcs where at the fore front and after one last bash, the gates caved in, which was swiftly followed by a tidal stream of goblins and orcs, the storm creatures, big and strong in the own right, where pushed back as they were either butchered by orcs or swarmed over by goblins, the towns militia where poorly armed and died even faster than the storm guard, the former human never felt such excitement before as he swung gitsnik around and cleaved 5 storm creatures in one go, he raised his foot and crushed a pony's body before laughing with his band of 'immortalz' laughing with him as they hacked, slashed and chopped whatever stood in there way, the rest of the warband rampaged through the streets, pump-wagons crushed anything in the way, squigs, both mounted and not, killed and ate anything that caught there site, goblins laughed cruelly as they stabbed and ripped an unfortunate storm creature to pieces, orcs where either in the main fight or joined there puny cousins in causing a ruckus though the streets, the middle street was drenched in blood of both the inhabitants and greenskins that met their end, a goblin hung limply from a spear, while an orc looked more like a pincushion from the number of bolts in the body.
the mob continued onwards as they assaulted the docks, goblin wolf riders where setting fire to the balloons and laughed gleefully when they exploded, the faster greenskins, primarily goblins, boarded the ships as intense fighting broke out from within the ships, the former human paused briefly, reveling in the destruction before taking a deep breath as the last of ships either managed to flee, burned down or where commandeered by the greenskins.
"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!"
the same echoing cry resounded over their victory, kludgetown and its inhabitants were slaughtered or fled, the mob then went about doing the second favorite activity of greenskins, looting, orcs and goblins fought over the spoils of the battle, the strongest orcs or most cunning of goblins got the best gear for themselves, while scraps were fought over by the smaller orcs and goblins, grimgore breathed in before having his immortalz go about to restore his control of the tribe and make sure no orc or goblin got too big for his britches, the tribe quickly began to make the city more orcy, wood and dung where turned into crude shrines dedicated to the greenskin gods Gork and Mork (or Mork and Gork), fighting pits where dug out and pens for wolves and squigs where built, it was small now, but a true WAAAGH!!! was in the making.
third person pov: location: the storm kings' realm.
to say the storm king was furious, is an understatement, he was livid as he watched airships in varying states of damage, survivors from kludgetown all shared the same tale, greenskin barbarians attacked and killed everything and everyone, the towns garrison where slaughtered to the last leaving only its citizens alive, his second in command, tempest, turned to him and said, "shall I prepare the fleet?" it was rhetorical but the storm king didn't care and waved her off, how dare these savages get in the way of his plans!"soon they will know the wrath of the storm king" he said angerly, unaware of what he was facing.
Author's Note
(Authors note: enjoy lads, any criticism is welcome and if I made any mistakes in regard to lore, please point it out so I may fix it.)
