Sumething new

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After the fight Ork searched the bodies for loot. From Wizard he took his robe and turned it into something to cover his privates or rather place where they should be as he remembered. From Porn nun or more exactly from what was left of her he took some shiny bits. Fighters had better things, one had a helmet that barely fit him. The other one had a small ax for chopping small pieces of wood. Sword's handles were too small for him to even consider wielding them. The rest of the loot he throw to the goblins or rather Snotlings as it better suited them due to the constant stream of snot pouring from their noses.

Ork rested for a night in his cave and feed on the shrooms that were easily available. The ones that were burned already turned to dust and new ones were growing in their place. In the morning small 2-legged blobs with big mouths started to appear. Ork named them squigs after the sound they were making. After looking at them for a few minutes he felt hungry. Not thinking a lot he grabbed the smaller tender one bit into it. It tried to escape but his enormous jaw soon swallowed it whole. Squigs were tasty, that's all he could think of.

After eating dozen of Squigs feeling of boredom started to take over. When you feel bored you go out and fight. So he grabbed a squig and walked to see the outside world. After a long walk through tight corridors, and poodles of snotlings blood he finally was able to the outside world. Which was unsurprisingly very bland at first sight. There were tall trees, and night sky without a moon or stars, a swamp, and a lot of mosquitos and flies. It did not bother him as his skin was tough, much tougher than a normal human.

After walking around the swamp or swaps as it was too dark fork and foggy for him to see he heard some noise in the bushes. As a propa Ork he did not even consider the possibility of hiding and sneaking to see what was making that noise. He charged thru the ever-present vegetation screaming WAAAAAGH. The squig that he held in his hand also screamed WAAAGH but in a much higher tone.

When he broke thru the leaves and branches he saw something that made him annoyed, as the roe was running away. In his frustration, he threw his squig at it. It flew thru the air and miraculously landed on the animal's head. With a great smile full of teeth squig opened its jaw and chomped off the poor animal's head. Ork WAAAAAAAAAAAAGHed in happiness and picked up the small squig that still had the head in its mouth. - Im gunna call you Lob, from now on you belong to me. - Squig only smiled and drolled at the hand that was holding him.

Ork looked at the dead roe and thought about how to take it back to the cave. He thought hard, very hard for whole 5 seconds then he shouted - Oi ya snotlings, come ere you worthless scum. - He decided to simply call his snotling to do the heavy work for him. They were calling him Boss now so he could order them to do everything. After calling them he sat on a log and started to chop the tree. When he finished chopping it dawn and it fell to the ground he saw 3 snotlings standing around the corps and watching proud Lob sitting on it. One already lost his hand to the Lob`s jaws.

- Oy!!! That squig is mine.- Ork said and grabbed the one-handed snotling. - That squig iz mine! - He lifted the creature in and put its head near the Lobs jaws, which quickly shut on his head chomping it in half. The dead snotling was then thrown into swap into the swamp where it quickly drowned. - That squig is mine! Understood- Ramianing snotlings only nodded in fear of being chomped. - Take that meat and wood back into da cave.

-But Boss it is too heavy!- One snotling said which immediately eared him a kick.

-Then go get more of you and bring it back to da cave! Now lead the way to that cave.

Snotling searched their heads in confusion grabbed the roe by the legs and started to drag the corpse back into the cave. The return lasted until down. When they finally returned the 2 snotlings collapsed from exhaustion. - Ya, snotlings ain't worth a squig. Ma Lob is more useful than you lot.

Ork said and bit into raw meat, Lob too was taking large bites of the carcass. When he ate his fill he now looked around the entrance of the cave, and he saw marks of a small Orkoid settlement that used to be there previously. Now it was all burned to the ground, for sure it was done by these 4 losers that now served as fertilizer. He did not care about it and went to sleep inside the cave. He only ordered his snotlings to scream when they saw something scarier than him.

After a good nap, he woke up around noon. Nothing changed around except that Lob was slightly rounder and a big wretched snotling was eating his meat. When he walked to it the Gretchin as it was green and wretched stood up and pointed a small knife at Ork. One mean gaze and powerful kick made Gretchen realize who is the boss. Together with Lob he finished the rea for diner and called the gretchin and his 2 snotlings.

-Bring me wood from da woods.- He gave them orders and heightened their morale by throwing them out of the destroyed settlement. - And do not show up without wood!

After sending them off he started to search around the destroyed settlement. Except for a few shiny bits left under the ashes and bigger logs, that earlier served for support beams nothing was left. One log, in particular, was shaped like a big baseball bat. It was big, nicely profiled, and fit his hand like a glove. Ork swung it above his head, it had a good feeling to it. He ripped a piece of cloth and tied it around the and that was to be a handle, just in case so he won't mistake it. Now with that prepared clobba he called on of the snotlings that conveniently propagated. There were more than before which means a lot. Snotling covering walked to Ork waiting for orders but all it received was clobba that hit him from above. Snotling made funny "splat" noise and disappeared.

-Im gunna need sumething to test me clobba. - He said with a very wide smile and shivered at the thought of the incoming fun.