Kapitán Alunzo da Leeva stepped back and looked at the Ogre. The black cloak and breaches, the off-white ruff and silvered armour were all in the Estalian style. The battered morion helmet was engraved with an octopus design and the gutplate bore the roaring lion symbol of Myrmidia. The Ogre looked proud of his new attire, grinning as he adjusted the position of the specially-made helmet on his head.
"You'll do mate." said da Leeva, half to himself.
Behind him several Goblins picked up the rejected items of armour and clothing, tossing them haphazardly back into the looted chests and trunks. There was more than enough stolen gear to dress a dozen more Ogres. The chests were loaded back into wagons by the Goblins under the watchful eye of the Orc pirates, who sat by drinking and eating while the Goblins sweated and strained to lift the heavy packages. The dozen or so Goblins then dragged off the wagons, along with the rest of the spoils looted from the surrounding countryside, since the horses that had once pulled them were currently filling the bellies of the lazing Orcs.
Hammerhead the Ogre did not understand why he was being dressed in this gear, but he was happy to accept the pirates' gold and happy to fight whoever they fought if more gold was coming.
~ ~ ~Brawl
On a grassy clearing in the jungle the piratical Rotmoons faced the savage fury of the Lost Waaagh. Behind them the Rotmoons had a great haul of loot from the last village they had ploughed through. The Cave Orcs wanted the loot and were not averse to taking it from the pirates.
The two warbands lined up, staring at each other. Waiting.
Geedo Forks looked to the priming of his wide-bored Blunderbuss. Hammerhead twirled his huge cutlass in great swishing arcs. Trollumbus yawned and idly scratched himself.
Kapitán da Leeva was about to give the signal to charge when the savages beat him to it! With a mighty roar they raced forward, hacking at each-other in their desperation to be the first to get into the fight. At the rear of their lines the Neadertroll and some of the Savage Orcs got into an argument that came to blows. The Troll was hardly aware of the offence he'd caused before he was flattened by the frothing Orc!
The Cave Orc Shaman led the charge, he raced ahead of the crowd with three Savages close on his heals. The Rotmoons lined up with decidedly un-Orcy discipline and the front rank raised their crossbows to their shoulders. Forks struggled with the flintlock of his Blunderbuss for a moment too long and the savages were upon them.
Luckily the Cave Orcs were more interested in fighting Hammerhead and battered the hulking to the ground with their huge double handed clubs.
The second rank of the Rotmoons charged as the Shaman El Doctoro, after several attempts, finally cast his quickening magic. The Pirates slammed into the ranks of the Savage Orcs engaged with the front rank of pirates. Now they outnumbered the Cave Orcs and had the advantage of El Doctoro's magics, the tide turned.
Trollumbus dealt with the Orc that attacked him and joined the counter attack. El Zid the Goblins shrieked as a savage split his skull with a bone club but the little one was the last Rotmoon to drop. The rest pushed back the Cave Orcs and forced them to flee empty-handed.
Their loot was safe for now.
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