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Da Isle Of Doom Epilogue | |
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Epilogue |
The clearing was at the base of a small waterfall and all around were fungal growths of various types. Graffgan of the Death Skulls clan was the first to step into it, watching for any signs of orks about to hatch and claw their way out of the ground. Behind him more greenskins appeared, mainly orks but also several gretchin amongst them and almost all bearing the blue and white markings of the Death Skulls. There was the chattering of claws against wood and Graffgan looked around to see a figure that wore a cloak to conceal itself. However, the crude disguise could not hide the fact that it had too many limbs for an ork, possessing a second pair of arms that ended in vicious looking claws. “Dis’ll do.” Graffgan said to the other orks and he nodded. Immediately one of the gretchin was pushed forwards into the clearing and behind it several orks rushed after it. They lashed out at the smaller creature with their fists and feet, beating and kicking it as hard as they could. None of the assemble greenskins made a sound while this happened, not even the gretchin being beaten to death. “Dat’s enough.” One of the orks involved in the beating said suddenly and he stepped away from the gretchin, the other orks following suit. Graffgan smiled as he looked down at the remains of the gretchin. Every limb had been broken and its torso and head deformed by the multitude of powerful blows they had been subjected to. Already he knew that the body would be breaking down and soon would release a cloud of spores that would take root here and create a new batch of greenskins. Graffgan also knew that every one of these would carry the same infection he did. The one past to him by the figure beneath the cloak. Slowly the others began to turn away and make their way from the hatching ground. Graffgan was the last of the greenskins to leave and behind him he left the hooded figure. It would not do to have anyone come along and destroy this place before the hatching could take place and Graffgan knew that there was no better guardian for it than one of the genestealers he had helped bring here from the space hulk. |
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