Instead of doing what I should be doing, I wrote some quick fluff for my planned orc warband. Tell me what you think.
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Smoke drifted through the dimly lit tavern, a roaring fire warming the room but shrouding everything in thick black smoke. Noise filled the room, the din of conversation mixing with the clinking of goblets, scraping of chairs and the myriad other noises that accompanied the bustling tavern. Being one of the few drinking establishments left unscathed by the catastrophe that had hit mordheim, the Green Wyvern did a brisk trade.
The bar was packed as the patrons fought to ward off the chill weather, and already a number of minor scuffles had broken out.
Suddenly one of the big glass windows at the front exploded, as something round and red flew through them, followed closely by a small, green screaming figure. The two creatures sent tankards and plates flying as they crashed through a table.
Shocked silence filled the bar as the stunned patrons watched the events unfold. The small green figure sat up and shook its head, trying to clear it. Meanwhile the red thing squirmed around before flipping over. Two glowing red eyes surveyed the room before it beared a mouthful of huge pointed teeth in a malicious grin. With a snarl it launched itself at the nearest human, latching on to the unfortunate victims head. Seeing this, and finding itself in a room full of humans all alone the small goblin let out a terrified scream and fainted.
As if a spell was broken utter chaos broke lose. People rushed around in a panic, some reaching for weapons, eager to engage the creature, while others tried desperately to escape. The end result was a huge mess of shouting humanity, pierced by the occasional snapping of giant teeth and cries of pain.
And then the two doors at the front were flung open, hitting the wall with such force that one come completely off the hinge. A massive figure stood in the doorway, a sword in one hand and a giant, brutal looking axe clenched in the other. Eyes burning with barely suppressed rage, the large orc let out a deafening roar.
"Right ladz, dis is our new camp. Lets clean it out, da drinks are one me!"
With another roar the massive orc Boss charged into the crowded room, followed by the rest of his warband, choppas cleaving into flesh as they entered the fray.
The Orcs had come to Mordheim.