Dorck laughed when he heard this sound. Suddenly something was disturbing his satisfaction. Something was screaming.
He looked around, but saw nothing except burning houses and human corpses in the immediate vicinity. Then he listened more closely and realized that the screaming came from the body of the woman who had just been killed.
Irritated, he lifted the lifeless half body and looked into the dead face. But the woman was definitely dead, her eyes blankly stared at her murderer. Still, something screamed.
And then Dorck saw the reason for the screaming.A human child, a toddler by human standards. It lay there whimpering and screaming. The great orc scornfully tossed the mother's corpse aside and picked up the child by one leg.
"What are you up to?" Grunted Dorck.
The infant stopped crying for a tiny moment when it saw the orc's rough features. Then he started to cry again.
"Shut up!" Snapped Dorck, threw his ax aside, put his free hand on the child's head and squeezed. Blood, brain matter, bones and skin splashed off. When Dorck opened his hand again, a large lump of brain flowed down his hand. He greedily licked the remains of his glove. "Lecka.", He muttered. Then he hurled the battered child's body away, picked up his ax, and looked for new victims.
Gradually there were fewer people and at some point only the big green people were alive.
According to real, orcish tradition, there was a real barbecue after the "battle" and Dorck secured a particularly tasty child's body.He roasted the lifeless corpse over a large campfire and then took a hearty bite.
"It's so good to sain an orc! Net waar Jungz ?!", he shouted with his mouth full and all his Jungz exclaimed enthusiastically: "JOAAAAHHH !!"
Yes, it was really good to be an orc. At least if you were particularly tall and strong, and it was Dorck. He was born somewhere in a filthy orc camp and then grew up with his tribe. Until he was seven years old. Then he joined a Waagh! -Boss who moved into the Empire, north. He looted and robbed for a year or two before defeating his boss and the Waagh! dispersed. He and a few other orcs fled west to the Gray Mountains, to the Breton border. They messed up dwarves, imperial soldiers who were supposed to bring them down and one or the other Breton knight and his followers. In all that time Dorck got harder, bigger and stronger and eventually he joined a Waagh again! -Boss on, this time with the goal of Bretonia.He took command of a troop of orcs with brute force and managed to influence one or the other battle with them.
Then he decided to become a moschaz and beat one of them. So he became a moschaz himself and bludgeoned his way through life again. Killing people, pillaging villages, burning down cities and always a barbecue afterwards, that was his life in Bretonia. And then out of the blue it became his new Waagh! -Boss beaten in a duel. Of course this Waagh disintegrated too! immediately and Dorck took command of a small looting gang. Together with six other gangs, they moved west as fast as they could, attacked a port city, destroyed everything and then fled out to sea with a total of seventeen powerful warships. At some point they landed on an island, only inhabited by a few weak people. And Dorck was proud of his life. It was funny, there was always something to tell, he had his buddies around and there were enough smaller ones to push around.When he gobbled down his food, he would never have had the idea that anything could disturb this idyll. He also had no idea about the Skaven army that was approaching the island more and more underground and the black ark that was heading straight for this island.
But if he had known, he would have been even more pleased.

-

Request for commissioners, even if this is not an FF in the true sense of the word. You're welcome.