Campaign Week 3 – ...And Into the Fire

The Lizardmen general Axtlan Nahua and his Cold One unit held their ground in direct combat with Verlbog. No bonuses awarded this battle.

Axtlan Nahua called a halt to his Cold One vanguard amidst the chaos of battle. The greenskin forces had begun to scatter and break but the seasoned Saurus leader knew something was amiss. Slowly, from the dense Lustrian thicket, small shapes began to emerge. A tide of Night Goblins had come to the aid of the fledgling Orc forces.

Axtlan’s Cold One threw its head back, emitting a piercing cry. Within moments, the Lizardmen were nowhere to be seen, leaving the goblins and wounded orcs in the eerie quiet of the deep jungle.

“MOOPY! THANK MORK!” called Verlbog, “BLEEDIN’ LIZZIES, THEY CAME OUTTA NOWEHRE!”

“I told you, Verlbog. The lizzies are everywhere, but ya had to go chase after the Chaos hummies! You look a bloody mess.” said Moopy Morkyfeet, examining the many gashes on the massive orc . “While you were here getting ambushed, me and me gits sacked a lizzie temple. Lookit, mate.” Moopy produced a strange circular black gem from within his robes.

“WHUTS ALL THIS DEN?! MOOPS, IM SITTIN HERE, FIGHTIN EVERY BLEEDIN’ LIZZIE IN DA JUNGLE, AND YOU’S OUT PICKIN' BLACK BERRIES?! YE GIT! GIVE US THAT HERE!” exclaimed Verlbog, snatching the ominous gem from the diminutive goblin and throwing it down his gullet.

“Verlbog, I don't think that was a great idea....” Said a concerned Moopy. “There was lotsa lizzies guardin' that jewel, I think its magical…”

It was too late. Verlbog fell to his knees, as did many of the surrounding orcs. A pale shade overtook their green complexion as they began to howl and writhe in agony. Dark waves of malevolent energy radiated from within Verlbog, warping his army. Moopy Morkyfeet and his goblin horde remained unchanged as they looked on.

Only the sudden sound of a loud blaring war horn broke the scene of horror as Moopy looked up to find a large Chaos host arrayed in the jungle around them.

Moopy’s eyes widened in terror. This was a far cry from the scouting party that attacked their camp. This was a sizable enemy.

“We’s dead! By Gork and Mork, we’s all dead! We never shoulda come to this jungle!” said the small goblin, despairing.

“NO. IT’S THEM WHO WILL DIE.” replied a powerful, eerily hollow voice.

 Verlbog was back on his feet, pale Orc Boyz standing all around him with vacant expressions and deep milky eyes. The Orc warboss displayed an otherworldly renewed vitality and predernatural intelligence. His movements had become methodical, a marked change from his brash, brutish nature.

The massive Chaos host began to advance on the assembled greenskins. Verlbog looked at Moopy with cold, blue eyes.

“Verlbog, I don’t know what’s going on with ya, mate... but this time, I'm not runnin'. This time, we fight.”

The orc’s pale face contorted into a sinister smile.