Brokki's Infiltratin' Lads: Chapter One.

[JarLoz]

Noniin, kirjoitin jatkoa prologille. Englanniksi edelleen, tuntemattomasta syystä.

Brokki was angry. He had sitted in a bush for a three hours watching the orc camp and grumbling. The stupid orc didn't say anything about "Da Plan", even when Brokki had beated it's left hand slowly into pulp. Now he was spying the camp for some hints of "Da Plan", and to this point, he hadn't heard anything important, only some discussion about "Who beat who an' huw badly". Just as Brokki was leaving, he saw something happening. Two of the brutes were bashing the shit out of each other, apparently because they couldn't agree about the winner of some exeptionally brutal fight. The boss of the orcs was closing in, and to Brokki's surprise, the boss was trying to stop the fight. It bashed the heads of the contenders, and shouted at them:
"Yoo foolz! Stop it! If yoo dun't be nicely, da big boss won't take yoo with 'im un da plan! Yoo want be bigger un' meaner? Den stop squabbling like sum gobbos!"
Brokki was amazed. This was something that nobody had ever heard. An orc boss saying to his boys to behave nicely?
This "Da Plan" must be so unimaginable important, so that even these dirty orcs stay in order, he tought. But what on earth would be so important to the greenskins? With these things circling in his mind, Brokki head back to the camp.

As soon as Brokki came to the camp he headed to his tent.
"Bring Skaldow here!" he shouted to guard. The guard headed off, and in few minuted he returned with a strange-looking dwarf.
"Come in, Skaldow, and have a pint!" Brokki said to the dwarf.
Skaldow truly was a strange dwarf. At first, with his bare sun-tanned chest, ornate tattoos and his shaved head with a crest of hair, one could think he was one of the Slayer Cult. But then, the crest of hair was black unlike Slayers' hair-crests, and he was lacking the brutal manners of the Slayers. One could even describe him as sneaky. He was silent as a shadow, and quick as an arrow. He had a strangely decorated blowpipe and he carried intresting weapons. He had two battle gauntlets, both made of steel, and both had long, sharp steel blades attached to the back of the hands.

Skaldow was an assasin. No-one knowed what he did before he joined the Infiltratin' Lads, he just showed up one day saying he wanted to join in. Some said he had been in the far east, where he did learn his profession. Some said that he had been one of the Slayer Cult, before he was cursed by Grimnir. There were tens of theories, but all agreed on one fact: Skaldow was extremely un-dwarfish. He didn't drink copious amounts of beer, he wasn't good at throwing axes and most of all, he didn't like bar-fighting. But then, he was a valuable companion. Many important enemy leaders were found dead after the unseen visit of Skaldow.

Brokki took a great sip from his tankard, and examined the strange dwarf. There was something about those tattoos that covered Skaldow's body, gaze just slipped off them, making looking at Skaldow extremely difficult.
"I have a job fer ye", he said without longer explanations. "Ye have to find out what is tis' "Da Plan" those wretched greenskins talk about" Brokki looked at Skaldow with a challenging expression on his face. There was a long silent moment when the dwarfs looked at each other.
"Right. I'll be back soon", Skaldow said and leaved the tent. Brokki turned his attention back to his tankard.

It was night. Skaldow lurked around behind a corner of a crude orc tent. He didn't know where Graza's tent was, but he had been following the most important-looking orcs, and was now close of the heart of the camp. Orc leaders' tents usually were in the most important place in camps, ie. in the middle. Skaldow peeked behind the tent, and saw that the route was clear. Quickly he slipped to other side of the path, in the shadows of a larger tent.
"Who wuz dat?"
Skaldow freezed. He saw the red eyes of an orc when it tried to see what caused noise, and at the same time tried to tie it's belt. The creature had obviously been crapping behind it's tent, when Skaldow had appeared in the alley. He closed in, and with a few swift blows from his blackened blades he killed the orc. He heaved the bits in a shit-filled pit, where the orc had been crapping, and continued his mission. He checked his route to the other side of the alley- and then he saw it. He watched astonished the thing.
"What in the name of Grungi...."

It was an orc, but no ordinary orc. It was absolutely huge. It was about two times larger than the biggest orc Skaldow had seen in this camp, and there were some huge Black Orcs in the camp. There was some strange tinge of red in it's green hide, and it's eyes were burning with rage and some strange intelligence. When the hulking creature passed Skaldow's hideout, he saw that there were small horns bursting out of it's spine. It's fists were at the size of boulders, and it had big claws in the place of it's fingers.

Skaldow made a small step backwards, and stepped on some small bug. The bug made tiny crunching sound when it's life ended. The orc stopped. Very slowly turned it's hellish gaze at Skaldow. Skaldow felt himself very small, when the thing closed in.

"Brokki! Brokki! We found Skaldow!"
The shout came from an young lad, who had been in the group Brokki had sent to find the dwarven assassin. When a day had passed from Skaldow's assigment, Brokki suspected that something was wrong, and sent out the searchers.
"Where is that old bastard?", Brokki asked from the lad.
"They are bringing him", young dwarf said with grim look on his face.
"What do you mean 'Bringing him'? Is he hurt?"
"Hurt? That is a mild expression of his state. There they come", said the beardling, and pointed at a group of dwarfs appearing from the forest. They carried a stretcher which was improvised from a cloak and a pair of branches. On the stretcher lay bloodied and seriously injured dwarf, Skaldow.

Skaldow was a mess. He had lost his left arm and eye, both of his legs were broken and his body was covered in all kinds of slashes and wounds. There were blood everywere.
"What in Grungi's name has happened ter ye?", Brokki asked from the wounded dwarf.
"The thing.. huge... thing.. claws..", Skaldow muttered
"What are ye talkin' about?"
"The orc.."
"What about the orc?"
"Huge.. Evil.."
"The orc? Huge, evil greenskin? What on earth do ye mean? Aren't they all like that?"
But it was too late, Skaldow had passed out. Brokki cursed, and started shouting orders as the men carried Skaldow to the medic.
"I want to know what he meant with this gibberish about some orc! Send out yer best scouts, I want some results!"

just as Brokki has said these words, one of the scouts rushed trough the wood, and runned up to Brokki:
"The orcs have found us! They have some kind of terrible weapon, and they're going to use it to destroy us! They can be here at any minute!"
"Great. Just as I tought my day couldn't be worse", Brokki muttered, and then shouted at his men: "Alright, lads! The wretched greenskin have found us! Let's make 'em taste some hard dwarven steel!"


Noniin, kuulen jo ihmisten haukkovan henkeään ("Kääpiö salamurhaajana?!"), mutta en välitä heistä. Rakentavaa kommenttia otetaan vastaan. Epäilen että tarinaan jäi muutamia kirjoitusvirheitä, mutta olkoon.

[Jesh]

Mitäh!? Kääpiö salamurhaajana!?
Noeinytvaiskaan. Ei kääpä salamurhaajana mielestäni ole mitenkään outoa. Jokaisella rodullahan niitä täytyy löytyä, enkä usko partasuiden olevan poikkeus, vaikkakin pääosa kansasta on ylpeää väkeä (Eipä ihme, että hakkaavat vihernahkani joka taistelussa...).

Todella hyvää stooria pakko sanoa. Örkkien käyttämä kieli oli täsmälleen sellaista mitä GW itsekkin käyttää ja tämä on vähintään WD:een pikkustoorien tasoa, ellei parempaakin. Hahmot olivat kiinnostavia ja varsinkin tuo demoniörkki sai mielenkiinnon herätetyksi. Nyt jos saisit nopeasti jatkoa tälle, niin saisit täältäpäin laivallisen Kiitoksia.

[Mikha]

Juu, erittäin kiinnostavaa ja innolla luettavaa tekstiä, mitä nyt pari ihan pikku virhettä menneissä aikamuodoissa (he had sitted->he had sat, knowed->knew, tought->thought... Sitten tuo örkkileirin lähestymisen (etäisyyden) puuttuminen vähän härnäsi... No, mutta erittäin hyvä tarina, etenkin tuo örkkikieli lämmitti sydäntä (ja muita lihaksia)... Lisää!

[Rune]

Kääpiö salamurhaaja!? No ei vaie, have it your way. Itse asiassa taustan mukaan tämä ei edes kuulostanut niin oudolta. Kaikkikaikessa, englanti oli moitteetonta (vaikka olisinkin jättänyt sanan shit käyttämättä ) ja kuvailua oli tarpeeksi, sekä hahmot ja tapahtumat mielenkiintoisia. Elikkä mahtavaa tekstiä, lisää tätä, lisää! Mistä lähtien JarLoz on osannut jotain? Ai niin, siitä 40k tyrkkytarina hommast lähtien.

...sori jos loukkasin.

[JarLoz]

Loukkasit, ethän toki.. *Kirjoittelee katkeria lauseita Kaunojen Kirjaan*

Kiva että piditte. On aika tuskaa kirjoittaa mitään korkealentoisempaa juttua englanniksi.. Tämän örkkijutun vetäisen nyt hampat irvessä Lontoon kielellä läpi, mutta jos jatkoa Brokin jengin sähläyksille tulee, niin kirjoitan ne suomeksi...

[High king Godric]

Hienoa tarinaa tämä armeija-fluffis.Tarina oli todella nautittavaa, mitä nyt ehkä muutama "the" puuttui tms. mutta vaikka tekee kipeää niin ei hiattaa! Eli hienoa tarinaa. Lukiessa tuli väkisinkin mieleen taannoisessa wd:ssä ollut juttu faba-armeijoiden teemottamisesta. Tässä nimittäin neuvottiin muuttamaan armeijasta jotain keskeistä päinvastaiseksi jos armeija tympi. Esim hiipivä kääpiö-armeija

[Huuhkaja]

ENCORE ENCORE....nyt vasta vaivauduin lukemaan tämän jutun ja sanon ENCORE ENCORE......(se on lisää ranskaks jos et tiennyt...kun ei susta aina tiedä....)

[Gorbag]

Kiva tarina! Minäkin tykkäsin vaikka olenkin tonttupelaaja(kirjaimellisessa sekä kuvainnollisessa merkityksessä)

Siellä sun täällä oli niitä kamalia imperfektivirheitä, kuten know --> knew jne...
Ei tosin kamalasti häirinnyt ja oli ihan rattoisaa luettavaa. Olisin tosin toivonut pitempää. Ja jatka ihmeessä englanniksi oli mukavaa kun vaihteeksi sitäkin tulee täällä Sotussa luettua...

[Jazka]

Ihan kiva tarina. Tälläisiä saisi tulla useamminkin. Jos nyt vähän viilaan pilkkua ja huomautan erästä kieliopillisesta seikasta (vaikka englannin kielen taitosi onkin erittäin mainio) elikkä verbi leave ei ole säännöllinen eli se ei taivu leave ,leaved , leaved vaan leave, left, left. Tämä vain pisti silmään, mutta se ei ole mitenkään merkityksellistä. Mainio tarina!

Tervesin,
Jaska

[JarLoz]

Itseasiassa, tiesin kyllä tuon, mutta jotenkin en muistanut sitä kirjoittamisen huumassa...