The Hooves of Hashut Artillery Corps
The orcs stood in a messy formation. To one side were hobgoblins throwing nasty looks, behind them blunderbusses held by impassive Zharr. These were the lucky ones, brought out from the mines and equipped to do what every orc does best - fight.
Wotgrar stared at the crude metal weapon in his grip and grinned. " 'Bout time I had one ah deez in me hand again," he muttered to his companion. Then, glancing to his left, “Feel even better if I can use it on da hobz though.”
“Been too long since we 'ad a propah fight,” Ratgrik agreed, though he was more distracted by the guns behind than the thorns in their side.
“You think it’s true wot they say? 'Bout 'Ashut?”
Wotgrar stopped trying to sharpen his blade on the edge of his shield and laughed.
“And wot is that? Wot you heard ‘bout that ol’ Dawi cow?”
“He means, of course, that the Father of Darkness joins us in battle today,” came the sly reply from behind him.
Wotgrar started as Hag’masha’s hunched form slid next to him.
“You’re lucky it’s not our masters patrolling the lines just now.”
“You lot got no love for 'im either…” He shifted on his feet uncomfortably, wondering if his earlier desires had been overheard as well.
A grim smile. “Perhaps not.”
Then to Ratgrik, “You’ll have your answer soon enough, should you survive this day.”
“Well it’s nuthin’ we 'aven’t seen before from Mork, eh?” Wotgrar suggested.
Another grim smile.
Ratgrik didn’t look reassured.
The order finally came to advance and the orcs began to gleefully fling themselves towards the enemy lines. However, even the most ambitious orc began to hesitate when fire began to streak across the sky, for where it landed only fire and death remained. As they attempted to renew their advance the earth shook and groaned beneath their feet, and as they shouted a battle cry only the deafening roar of rocketry filled their ears.
The orcs were made true believers that day, whether they survived the battle or not, for they knew only the trampling of a violent and angry god could have caused the destruction they saw that day.
Basing finished, lore written, and first post updated! Decided to shoot for a muddy, forested vibe for the basing as it will help them match with the orcs and unit fillers I have planned and the lore puts them in the new world. The family is starting to settle into a routine again after our last daughter was born so I should be able to paint more consistently here; at least until we get our TWW DLC!
And glad you like them @Bassman, I believe yours were the inspiration for me to build them this way! Once I saw how much better they looked there was no going back