08-11-2015, 02:03 PM
Grobdum cackled insanely as his Warboss led the WAAAGH! into battle, the greenskins pouring into the clearing as a flood of stone, bone, and savage intention. The chattering mandibles of the giant spider he rode chattered, poison dribbling from their tips as it skittered from tree trunk to tree trunk. Its striped legs, bright red and black, scurried with an unsettling speed as it carried the tiny shaman towards the fray, his bloodlust at a boil.
The magic of the WAAAGH! bubbled up in him, green sparks popping and shooting from him as he drew in psychic energy created by the fervor of his comrades. Frothing to the surface, Grobdum’s eyes sizzled with a neon power before erupting into a pair of wildly zig-zagging bolts of magical energy. As the twin forces struck the ground at the center of the group, they exploded like fireworks into streaming, crackling bolts that randomly shot in every direction. The maelstrom of power scorched the earth and shattered the trunks of trees as they sputtered and cracked, wounding any who were too stupid or slow to evade them.
Arrows began to snap from the tree line, the other spider-mounted goblins letting loose a mostly-aimless volley. More than a few found the backs of the brutish orcs, though the larger and tougher of them barely seemed to notice. The wave of monstrous savage orcs pushed the inhabitants of the clearing onto one side, a natural line forming as gunfire, lasers, and blades hacked down the first assault.
The cascade of chaos, bloodlust, and violence surged through the goblin’s body, his brain almost unable to contain the sheer magnitude of the powers at hand. As he and his mount scuttled from the trees down onto the soil, his shrill voice ecstatically shrieking, “Get ‘dem choppas in ‘em, boyz!”
Several of the bright-red arachnids surged from every direction, circumnavigating the grove to the trees behind the stalwart defenders. Bone-tipped spears were thrust down upon the huddled mass, the trilling warcries of the goblins creating a divide of attentions just great enough that the orcs on the other flank could close the distance and engage.
The magic-addled brain of the shaman bounced from target to target, the furious energy of the moment somewhat overwhelming him. He lifted his staff into the air, froth literally forming in the corners of his mouth.
A massive fur-and-feather-laden orc, a huge chunk of metal that vaguely resembled a cleaver in his thick fingers, kicked the frenetic shaman in the back, gesturing towards the battle. “Oi, gobbo! Get ta blastin’!”
Recoiling from the massive brute, the goblin’s scrambled brain searched for the right words, his face plastered with the appearance of guilt. “Right, boss man!” he squeaked, the feathers that formed his mantle trembling.
“Good!” he roared, hefting the huge choppa over his head and charging forward.
As soon as the Warboss plodded beyond Grobdum, the goblin’s eyes narrowed into a sinister glare. “I’ll get ta blastin’!” he cackled, his skull-tipped staff now pointed at the hulking beast’s back. The magic flowed through him once again, two erratic bolts of green energy heedlessly careening forth before blowing the orc in half in a spray of fizzling green pops.
The magic of the WAAAGH! bubbled up in him, green sparks popping and shooting from him as he drew in psychic energy created by the fervor of his comrades. Frothing to the surface, Grobdum’s eyes sizzled with a neon power before erupting into a pair of wildly zig-zagging bolts of magical energy. As the twin forces struck the ground at the center of the group, they exploded like fireworks into streaming, crackling bolts that randomly shot in every direction. The maelstrom of power scorched the earth and shattered the trunks of trees as they sputtered and cracked, wounding any who were too stupid or slow to evade them.
Arrows began to snap from the tree line, the other spider-mounted goblins letting loose a mostly-aimless volley. More than a few found the backs of the brutish orcs, though the larger and tougher of them barely seemed to notice. The wave of monstrous savage orcs pushed the inhabitants of the clearing onto one side, a natural line forming as gunfire, lasers, and blades hacked down the first assault.
The cascade of chaos, bloodlust, and violence surged through the goblin’s body, his brain almost unable to contain the sheer magnitude of the powers at hand. As he and his mount scuttled from the trees down onto the soil, his shrill voice ecstatically shrieking, “Get ‘dem choppas in ‘em, boyz!”
Several of the bright-red arachnids surged from every direction, circumnavigating the grove to the trees behind the stalwart defenders. Bone-tipped spears were thrust down upon the huddled mass, the trilling warcries of the goblins creating a divide of attentions just great enough that the orcs on the other flank could close the distance and engage.
The magic-addled brain of the shaman bounced from target to target, the furious energy of the moment somewhat overwhelming him. He lifted his staff into the air, froth literally forming in the corners of his mouth.
A massive fur-and-feather-laden orc, a huge chunk of metal that vaguely resembled a cleaver in his thick fingers, kicked the frenetic shaman in the back, gesturing towards the battle. “Oi, gobbo! Get ta blastin’!”
Recoiling from the massive brute, the goblin’s scrambled brain searched for the right words, his face plastered with the appearance of guilt. “Right, boss man!” he squeaked, the feathers that formed his mantle trembling.
“Good!” he roared, hefting the huge choppa over his head and charging forward.
As soon as the Warboss plodded beyond Grobdum, the goblin’s eyes narrowed into a sinister glare. “I’ll get ta blastin’!” he cackled, his skull-tipped staff now pointed at the hulking beast’s back. The magic flowed through him once again, two erratic bolts of green energy heedlessly careening forth before blowing the orc in half in a spray of fizzling green pops.
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