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Post by apolloswill on Feb 12, 2015 2:25:03 GMT
Read a lot of the media in here, and thought, this really add a flavor to the game. Hope I can add a little bit to the stories, with an introduction of my team. I truly apologize for my spelling and grammars, and hope it does not distract too much from the essences of it all . It was rather fun to write-up, and haven't written anything like this, for a very, very long time.
"When Apol Willz, saw all the slain enemies of his carnage, he wept, for there were no more rivals to slaughter" With one foot resting on the decapitated head of the chieftain Nok Kerig, Apol let his sight wander to each of the members of his victories warband. They have slained many tribes, from bossom women in the Amaxon to his own kin on the field of the bad lands. Each adding more gold from rich kings, lords and other chieftains, all to weak to fight their own battle, and right in to the treasure of Apol. But now, all contracts had been honored, and there did not seem to come in other offers.
For a long time, it had not been for the gold, but more to keep his band busy and making a name for himself. Apol had seen better days, and did not know, how many more was left. Even when his arms was stronger than the minotaurs of the beastmen, his back was troubling him daily. But had his name gained enough glory to last another century, or was it to fade, when he was gone? He had heard rumors of this game of blood something. Whatever the something was, just the name of the game sparked some interest within Apol. On one of the many slain enemies, an invitation to something called the Iron Phoenix Tin Cup was found. Apol thought to himself, why not?
What he understood of such, there was no lack of bodies to take down and rip apart. He was certain there were more rules than that, but who cared. He had his warband, and noone had been able to match them on the battlefield, so who, would be able to match them on a small enclosed scene? He chuckled a bit, as he knew the answer. Yes, perhaps they wouldn't win by the rules set, but they certainly would be part of reducing the amount of air used by opponents. And that was glory in itself.
He had no doubts that his band would join him, in this new quest. His second-in-command, Bandagh "Over the Mountain" Bar, has the ability to keep track of the whole battlefield at once. He always knew where every enemy are and each of his companions. He had more than a dozen time, saved one of the group, with a well placed throw of his spear. It say, that he could throw his spear over any mountains if needed, though it have not yet been. Than there was Bane "Terror of the Amaxon" Nok, which rumors said, is the father to a whole tribe of half-orc savages in the deep jungle of Amaxon. Vitgut "Hit Man" Torug, able to take an opponent apart with deadly precision, aimed at vital parts. Sinsbog "Gimme the ball" Vakmu, which once ran in to the middle of half a dozen of enemies, ripped from their fists, their carried weapons and killed each of them, with their own. Urul "Got yer Azz" Oggha, never have there been a better bodyguard and protector. If he was by your side, you knew you were safe. Of the big black orcs, there was Prikdarok "Black Wall" Zog, whom it would take a battering ram to move. Trilug "Two head Chopper" Purbag, who always said, why chop one head off at a time, when me fine axe can do two. Jolagh "Leg Ripper" Xagu, which nickname say it all. And last of the Black Orcs, but certainly not the smallest, were Ig "Stoneborn" Bazur. He ate more than the rest of them together, and as he could digest the food, he also could absorb any hit. Last there were the two goblins. Most chieftain would not want to have such in their warband, but Apol was proud of these. Sub "Elf Lover" Up, was the quickest of them all, able to maneuver around an enemy and crawl on his back, and slice his neck. It was like a dance of elves, and most likely on purpose. Sub, seem to love all what elf stood for, even so far, he was wearing red color on his lips, even in battle. Donk "Sneaky Bastard" Jonz, yes a very sneaky one for sure. Most of his kills was done, when his enemies was asleep, but nevertheless a kill. Apol had come to care for them both, even when he did not want his arse in the direction of either, for different reason though.
Yes, a glorious band they were. This Blood Game would be theirs.
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Post by Squiggy on Feb 12, 2015 10:39:44 GMT
Great storyline, I love reading this stuff :-) as to your spelling etc, much much better than many I've read so dont worry yer head about it!
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Post by apolloswill on Feb 19, 2015 0:27:55 GMT
"Great ambition is the passion of a great Orc. Those endowed with it may perform very good or very bad acts. All depends on the principles which direct them...and we all know, that there is only one path for Orcs. WAAAGH...bad acts is coming yer way."Bandagh "Over the Mountain" Bar yelled to Groz Kulgur-Troll of the Platinum Badgers, when entering the pitch, ready for the mercenaries' first match.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 21:10:14 GMT
"It ain't gonna be some mouthy orc lug that gets me! I swear on The Grudgebearer's Throne I'll drag your toothless skull back to my locker!"
The heavily drunk Groz Kulgur-Troll manages to loudly slurr toward the orc sideline.
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Post by apolloswill on Feb 21, 2015 4:07:13 GMT
"That, which did not kill them, made them stronger" -Apol Willz, after the Green Mean Machinez first match, against the "Platinum Badgers" dwarves. "A victory, you said?", spit and snot went in every direction as Apol was raging. "This was no victory," and with a tone, which could not be mistaken for anything else than mocking; "terror of the Amaxon!". Apol grabbed Bane by his neck, and lifted him up enough, to leave air between the feet and dusty field. "Did you kill a single one of those dwarves? Did you even break a leg on one of those fat ugly bastards? No, you...", he stop mid-sentenced, interrupted by cheers and laugh. He looked in the direction, and saw a group of 'umans' carrying Sub "Elf Lover" Up on their shoulders. Sub, waving to all they passed, with the widest smile on his red painted lips. The crowd was chanting "Who is Mean? Who is Green? No other than the Machinez" Bane felt to his ass, when Apol let go of him. Before he had been able to get back on his feet and look around, he heard a squeaky voice of a goblin passing him at least ten feet above his head; "Soooorrrryyy" Platinum Badgers vs. Green Mean Machinez Score: 1-2, Casualties: 0-0
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Post by apolloswill on Feb 24, 2015 23:26:54 GMT
"They have a Bowl Troll"- Vitgut "Hit Man" Torug, eyes wide, and in a sarcastic tone. The band was gathered in Apol's tent, around a slow burning camp fire. Hit Man, had just spread the news that their next opponent, Purple Doom Skull had a Troll on their team. "A real Troll?", Ig "Stoneborn" Bazur, manage to say, inbetween shoveling a thigh from a deer down his throat. Hit Man, slapped the back of Stoneborns head, whom did not even seem to notice, "Yeah, a frigging fucking, fully alive and stinking troll, fatard". "I could sneak in tonight and slit it's throat", said Donk "Sneaky Bastard" Jonz, without looking away from the small rusty dagger he was using to clean his nails. "Idiot", Prikdarok "Black Wall" Zog said, relax, but resolute, and with the back of his hand, he send Donk flying across the tent and in to one of the poles. "It regenerates, Sneaky Bastard". Donk looked up and straight at Black Wall, his eyes narrowed, but open enough for Black Wall to notice the sinister pupils. Black Wall, swallowed once, and knew, that he would have to sleep with one eye open for some time to come. Apol grabbed a stick, leaned foward and started drawing lines and squares in the dirt. "Shut up all, and listen. This is what we are going to do".............
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Post by apolloswill on Mar 14, 2015 22:30:21 GMT
"Bad gob, bad gob whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when I come for you? Bad gob, bad gob whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when I come for you? Nobody now give you no break Referee now give you no break Not Apol give you no break Not even Elf Lover now give you no breaks
Why don't you understand I have to act mean? Don't you know I'm a goblin being?
I even gave you the thumbs up I thought you were a cool gob I didn't know the white and black stripes Meant you were a referee
Bad gob, bad gob whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when I come for you? Bad gob, bad gob whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when I come for you?"- Scratched in to the wall by Donk "Sneaky Bastard" Jonz, after being send to the dungeon in the match against the Purple Doom Skulls Purple Doom Skulls vs. Green Mean Machinez Score: 2-0, Casualties: 1-0
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 2:10:41 GMT
Awesome mate, Really great read Keep it coming please.
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Post by apolloswill on Mar 15, 2015 5:27:22 GMT
Thank you Mr. Manco . Do have another one for today, as I got a little behind; "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! I HAVE HAD IT WITH THOSE MOTHAFUCKIN' SNAKES ON THESE MOTHAFUCKIN' PLAINS!! Everybody strap in, I'm about to open some fuckin' skulls!" - Urul "Got Yer Azz" Oggha, right after the Lizard team Hisss, made a quick Blitz, stole the ball and scored the game's first touchdown. "Calm down, Azz, and get your head in the game", Bandagh "Over the Mountain" Bar, yelled across the field to Urul, and as Bandagh was too far away, Two Head Chopper, were more than happy to help make certain Urul heard it, by putting a boot to his ass. "Where is Apol?" Jolagh "Leg Ripper" Xagu asked, and everyone looked to the sideline. None of the Orcs yet knew at this time, Apol had given up on this Blood Game. He was sitting in the tavern, drinking the best ale from Bugman's Brewery, with a lovely orc maid on his lap, with huge perfect and curvy tusks. "Do you believe, thish mighti band of mine, haventh been able to put anyones down in two, yess, two games", he slurred and took another sip of the ale. "Too hells with them", he angrily slammed the cup down in the table. "No, this is much better" He took a firm grip around the maid's right tusk and pulled her face to his, while she giggled. "He is not here? What are we going to do? What are we going to do?", Sub "Elf Lovers" mascara started to run down his face, as he started tearing up. Bandagh looked to each of his team members. He could do this. He had been watching a lot of games, since they had arrived to the Tin Cup. He had started to comprehend the rules. Yes, he had heard this Hiss team was the number one in their group, but really? A bunch of small turtles, and a couple of scaled 'wanna-be black orc' lizards? Yes, they can show them, that Green Mean Machinez was no push-over. "Everyone shut-up. Sub, dry your eyes, because you are going to run, and run quick.". Sub sobbed one last time, than wiped his eyes with a purple handkerchief, and smiled. "Azz, you hear me", Bandagh yelled. Urul "Got Yer Azz" Oggha was still rubbing his ass after the kick he had received from Two Head Chopper. "AZZ!! Still angry? Than take that anger and squish some scales" Urul looked to Bandagh, than to the Hisss team. He started pounding his chest with his fists, and once again he said "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! I HAVE HAD IT WITH THOSE MOTHAFUCKIN' SNAKES ON THESE MOTHAFUCKIN' PLAINS!!". The whole team raised their fists in the air and as one they roared "WAAAGH" Apol felt down the chair, and looked up at the orc maid "Did you hear thath? THAT'S MY BOYZ." He jumped to his feet, pushed the tusk endowed orc to her butt, and stormed out the door. Green Mean Machinez vs. Hisss Score: 2-2, Casualties: 3-0
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 19:26:39 GMT
More good reading, Thanks mate
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Post by apolloswill on Mar 16, 2015 4:04:20 GMT
"What's in the fucking box?!"- Tumor, Orc Blitzer from 'Dem GreenSkinz. The teams were ready. Another orcs versus orcs. Green Mean Machinez versus 'Dem GreenSkinz.The four black orcs from the Mean Machinez had dragged a huge box out to the skirmish line. A least eight feet tall, and six feet wide. As they sat it up, a growl was heard from inside it, and the black orcs jump away from the box. It moved back and forth, as something inside it, was trying to break out. The box threaten to flip over, but stayed on the line. Ig "Stoneborn" Bazur, grabbed a crow bar, walked up to the box, and waited for the referee to cautiously get up beside him. At the side line Bane "Terror of the Amaxon" Nok was talking with 'Dem GreenSkinz's blitzer Tumor. Very civil, considering they soon were about to fight each other on the field. "Yes, we fought the other orc team in our cup", Bane nonchelant said to Tumor, while the both were watching Stoneborn opening the box. "They had a troll.", he continued. Stoneborn had finally got the nails out of the box, and the front felt to the field. Bane smiled " It didn't work for us". The referee's face showed surprise and fear at the same time, and than looked to Tumor. Without checking to see, Tumor's reaction, Bane said, "So we found a solution. The troll's brother." The referee started to run in the direction of Tumor. "What is he talking about?" Tumor yelled to the referee. The referee didn't answer, but instead said "Give me you ball". Tumor looking to the box; "What's going on over there?" Referee, almost out of breath; "Put the ball...put the ball down". Tumor was getting annoyed. "I saw you with the box. What was in the box?" Bane ignoring the conversation between Tumor and the referee "Because we envy normal orc teams". The referee trying hard "Put the ball down, Tumor". "It seems that envy is the Green Mean Machinez' solution", Bane looked to the distance, with a smirk. Tumor took a couple of step back from Bane "No. What's in the box?" "Not until you give me the ball", the referee seemed desperate now. Tumor; "What's in the fucking box?!" "Give me the ball" the referee begged "I just told you", Bane answered Tumor, while still looking in the distance. Tumor turned to Bane again. Clearly aggravated "You lie, you are a fucking liar! Shut up." The referee getting in between them "That's is what he want. He want you to get mad at him". Tumor looked at Bane without hope in his voice, "NO...NO. You tell me...you tell me that's not true." Bane just smiled, watching the troll River "Dancer with Goats" Rot, step out of the box. The Green Mean Machinez had a troll of their own now. Green Mean Machinez vs. 'Dem GreenSkinz Score: 2-1, Casualties: 0-0
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 1:45:33 GMT
Goood work again mate
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Post by Squiggy on Mar 17, 2015 7:10:41 GMT
Loving it. There's been some fantastic fluff recently, some due to The Mercenary and some that was already going and just keeps coming like this. Great job! And once again, stop apologising for your lack of grammar/poor English, it's better than some people's writing for whom English is a first language. Keep it coming :-)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 0:29:55 GMT
This is really excellent stuff Apolloswill. I'm torn between my desire to take your playoff spot, or just let you have it for more of these posts . Also I'm a sucker for se7en references
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Post by apolloswill on Mar 19, 2015 1:28:47 GMT
((Edited: Can't seem to get the quote in right...was quoting "Also I'm a sucker for se7en references"))
Thank you all for the amazing feedback. I really have a lot of fun doing this. It's using part of my creative brain, that have been buried for a long time (actually all of my creative brain have been buried for a long time. Have been to much just numbers and facts roaming up there).
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