Warhammer story: Finishin da Job

Riggle was mad.

No, beyond mad. He was furious. A shaman of his stature (not that he had gained that much stature in the first place, being that he was a goblin), sent to take care of some of the dwarves left after the battle of the Eight Mountain Tops?

The dwarves had fled from the onslaught of goblins and barricaded themselves on the walkway to the food storage chamber. Tables, wheelbarrows, broken barrels, all of them formed a makeshift wall across the path. The goblins had taken the chamber below, but the walkway was still not theirs. Almost a score of goblins and at least a pair of orcs had already fallen to the dwarves pestering them with crossbows, yet the Goblins couldn't retaliate because their bows didn't have the range.

As Riggle approached the Goblin-held side of the walkway, he found his charges, along with about two score goblins and a single black orc... The orc seemed promising, perhaps they had given him more power than he had presumed.

"ALL RITE YOUSE LOT! GIT UR LOWSY RUMPS IN DERE AN GIT DEM STUNTIES!" Riggle screamed at the little miscreants.

One seemed made more eager than the rest by Riggle's little speach and leaped forward to gain some respect....or something like it. The poor eager greenskin fell backwards with a bolt in his head. The rest of them slunk away from the doorway. The black orc cut one in two to try and motivate them, but that just made them avoid him as well.

"Stupid cowardly gits, gotta do everyting myself," Riggle mumbled to himself as he summoned the power of the WAAAGH to his command. He sent it into the bodies of the goblins around him.

Suddenly they no longer cared for their own well being, and even started to fight amongst each other. One got stuck through by anothers spear before Riggles got them to do what he wanted.

"GIT DA STUNTIES!" he screamed, and finally they rushed through the door in good old fashioned goblin disorder. The black orc followed closely behind them, and Riggle behind him. In their frantic rush to get to the dwarves, several goblins died to crossbow bolts, but more died to being pushed off the walkway by other goblns. Only about ten reached the dwarves. Not good odds for the goblins, but that was okay, they were just a distraction.

Summoning once more the power of the WAAAGH, Riggle summoned something about the dwarves and goblins fighting in front of him. A green mist swirled in the air about the combatants as a large green mystical foot appeared above them and stepped down. As the foot dissipated, the goblins, dwarves, and the barricade all had been eliminated.

Riggle was pleased with his job well done. Turning around, he started to walk back off the pathway. He didn't notice a single dwarf stand back up after the battle, a dwarven hammerer. Seeing how his kinsmen had been brutally murdered by the savage greenskins magic, he vowed he would end the Shaman's life.

As the dwarf charged forward with a yell, Riggle heard him and spun around. There was not enough time to call on the WAAAGH again, and Riggle panicked and ran. Normally a goblin could easily outrun a dwarf, but under these circumstances the dwarf would not be denied.

Suddenly, a large object stood in the way of the dwarf and his prey. The black orc stood ready with choppa and shield to take on the stunted juggernaut. The dwarf brought his hammer down on the orc's shield, and obliterated it. Coming around for another swing, the orc sidestepped the dwarf. The hammerer's own momentum carried him to the edge of the walkway, and with a swift kick the dwarf was over the edge and down to his doom in the hall of his ancestors below.

Riggle looked at the black orc and smiled. "Dis looks like da start of a pretty friendship." The black orc looked at him and nodded in agreement.