Friday, 26 September 2014

Journal of a Sentient Grot: Don't Get Cocky, Kid...

Curses!

The revolution is postponed!

I had developed a super weapon, a fortress hidden beneath the wastes of this planet that when finished, would fly across the galaxy and unleash awesome destructive power. With it I would free my cousins from the yoke of Orkish oppression, and maybe blow up a planet or two just for shits and giggles...

But now it's all ruined, the whole thing destroyed, because of some random dirt eating flyboy Ork...

I suppose my overconfidence was my weakness...

Who'd have thought someone would drop explosives down a small thermal exhaust port. Knew I should have put a gate on that thing...

Now at the top of Ereyous deathlist... when the revolution comes my friend...
 



Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Journal of a Sentient Grot: A change of scenery

*This is a narrative series of posts I've run on my other blog to accompany my last Tale of Some Gamers I did with Orks, and as I'm posting on this blog about my current tale, I've decided to transfer this across to here. If you wish to read up on the old posts, follow the link.

Greetings once again fellow travellers. So much has happened since I last had the chance to address you, so here goes a quick update.

We ploughed across the Corvus subsector for a bit, but then followed Wazzdakka as he continued his trail across the galaxy. The fuel heavy nature of our operations meant we spent a lot of time attacking ice worlds stealing promethium, and quite frankly I was getting sick of my knackers always being on the point of frostbite. So while sharing a space hulk with another tribe for a spell, I slipped across from one camp to the other during one of the inevitable fights. Bad Moons are notoriously wealthy, and therefore there will be richer pickings for me to finance my revolution. Bugrit meanwhile has continued his Promethium hunting Waagh, always in search of enough fuel to continue following Wazzdakka. As for wazzdakka, he waits for no ork... he's carried on riding, perhaps into legend.

Rode off into Legend, we hope for his eventual return.

Anyway, as for myself I've continued with my experiments trying to reproduce the effect that led to my own genesis. Thus far unsuccessfully. All I have managed to achieve was some gravity warping effects that had an unpleasant effect on some of my colleagues, but on the bright side we have been able to weaponise it into a makeshift anti aircraft battery. We've also managed to get an old truck running again, and are working on some air support for our little warband. We also have some Mega-Armour suits to fix up (an interesting prospect, I may have to see if one could be modified to be worn by one of my own kind - such a thing would be very useful come the revolution) and various vehicles in various states of readiness.

More lads are joining this Waagh by the day, all drawn to the legendary leadership of this particular warboss, one Galaktika Thrakkit. I have yet to cross this orks path, and this is something I am keen to avoid - I'm as likely to get eaten as stepped on, and not knowing whether either action was deliberate or an accident would be of little comfort. I shall keep my head down, keep tinkering, and one day, one glorious day, our time will come...

*In other news, I have completed my Traktor Kannons, and am working on the grots. That just leaves the Dakkajet for this periods allocation of the Tale. I can do this... just try not to get distracted by the shiny new Nagash stuff. Pictures to follow in another post.