The Robbery
"Chief! Chief! Them Ironjawz! Carry much loot to Brackenthorn Tower! Head for them rocky hills!"Watcha run frantically into Ironlarder Gorge from his round of exploration, stirring the Ironforged from their after lunch nap.
"The Swordfyshes again, eh?" chuckled Skargat. "They're after something, I can tell! What d'you think Hrothgur, should we remind them who's bigger and better?"
"Sure thing!" growled the Crusher "And there's some nice choke points on those rocky hills. They'll run stright into us!"
"Allright then! Toss some water at Cargo! He had one too many barrel of grog with his last meal. Me and him wait at the choke points, you stay back and deal with any greeny that slips past us".
Watcha was picking his nose with his telescope as rain clouds gathered above the waiting Ironforged.
As planned, Skargat and Cargo were blocking the easiest routes across the rocky hills, Poka and Loota at their sides.
The clouds burst into torrential rain, the almost solid wall of water keeping the Swordfyshes hidden until they were just a few feet away from the Ironforged.
Singing a loud and tuneless shanty, Cargo drunkenly staggered into the party led by Krashhart, his anchor swinging clumsly and missing the orruks.
Skargat, on the other hand, bodily slammed Mainstay, but the arboy was carrying nothing valuable.
The mates following behind him, Sinka and Barnacle Nog, split and took paths leading them as far as possible from the Tyrant.
With booming commands, Krashhart pressed his party lo leave the drunken Meneater behind, but Loota and Watcha were ready to trip and slow them down.
Cargo staggered towards Mr Flea flailing his weapons. Somehow, the drunken Meneater managed to hit the ardboy and golden coins splilled from the heavy bag he was carrying.
Krashhart and Hook leapt past the gnoblars and away from Cargo, only to find their way barred by Hrothgur, Skreecha and Basha.
Poka spotted Sinka slinking away and tried to stop him. Even though the gnoblar proved surprisingly good at countering the first blows of the brute, he was soon reduced to a pile of broken bones into the mud.
A third party of Swordfyshes came rushing in, with Battendown moving quickly to snatch the coins away from the stupified Cargo which fumbled all of his attacks.
Hrothgur realised Hook had a gut wound and aimed all of his blows there. With two heavy tuds, both the Brute and a heavy golden statue fell to the ground.
Skargat gave Sinka a touch of his own medicine, reminding him that might makes right does not mean squashing gnoblars. The Tyrant then sprinted to smash Drakmeff too.
The gnoblars skreeched frantically as they managed to slow down Flotsum and Krashhart.
Cargo finally sobered up, put down Battendown and leapt to stop Flotsum from recovering the golden statue.
Krashhart leapt past the gnoblars and legged it into the rain with the last bag of loot. Behind him, his boys were surrounded by the Ironforged. With booming laughters, the ogors opened up a path and let them follow their captain. For the day, they had covered themselves in glory. Six orruks and a single gnoblar laid on the forest ground and there was plenty of gold to pick up.
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As the rain relented, Skargat sent Basha to retrieve and mark the path to the stranglegrove swamp discovered by Watcha a few days before. There, he was to start setting up the Ironforged's new camp. To the Menbiter's surprise, he spotted a fire burning and two of his kind serving fried jabbertoads to two well armoured gluttons.
"Hey you, little one!" shouted one "Go and tell Skargat and Hrothgur there's some fine stuff to be had here! And that Marg and Growt are waiting for them!"
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