It had been a hot minute since Big ‘un had led the warclan to this place. Per usual, her nose had led them to prime hunting grounds, although the so-called Hungering Steppes were busier than their usual locale. It reminded Razgor of the time he had spent in the Prime Dominion, surrounded by so many other warlords. Here however, the local leaders came begging for his support. How unimaginable. Over the past few days, 6 different messengers had appeared at the gate of the cobbled together camp Da Realmhuntaz called home. They had built it of the trees of the fangwood, tall, ossified bark, strong as bone or steel. Although hard to shape, it was good enough to create simple walls, traps and weaponry. The prey around here was plentiful enough, with spiderfang clans living high in the trees, beasts of chaos roaming the lands and countless Ghurish beasts roaming the lands. The treeline was perfect for hunting. The tall trees were ideal as cover, as a resource for traps or as a base to build platforms to survey to ground and have a vantage point for the Boltboyz. The locals however are less ideal. Whilst building the camp, they insisted on lending a hand, likely in an attempt to earn our favour. Still, the help was welcome but Razgor was afraid these leaders would now expect some kind of favour in return. To Razgor, the favour was not hunting them down, still, they are powerful enough to defend themselves, maybe even too powerful to take them down. Out of all the men that knocked on their gate however, one peaked his interest. The locals speak of some kind of awakening of a great beast. Some wish to enslave it, some seek to eat it, but one group is out to hunt. They call themselves the Huntmasters of Ghurneth. Consisting mostly of aelves, the huntmasters dedicate their lives to hunting. Although they spew a lot of crap about balance of nature and conservation of the animals, what kind of hunter would Razgor be to turn down an invitation like that? The aelf that had knocked on their gate wore a suit representing his tribe, the pack known as the Crocomudmasters, dedicated to the Crocomud, a reptilian creature native to the bogs of the Steppes, with 6 legs, a large circular maw it uses to catch its prey and 2 tails it uses to dig into the ground. They had been a nuisance when travelling through the marshes, their ambush attack having taken a couple of orruks. The aelf, who bore an invitation to the gathering of packmasters, had gotten stuck in one of the pitfall traps, and miraculously only managed to mutilate only one of his legs. After the orruks pulled him out of it and patched up his leg, he invited them to meet with an aelf named Denkeeper Sylai, their unofficial leader.
It was quite the trek for the orruks, but they were used to long walks and when they finally arrived, they were allowed into their city and an audience with Sylai. He had given some speech to rally the countless aelves bickering. Too much politics for Razgor to enjoy, but when Sylai turned to him and asked him to join him for a hunt, he gladly accepted. The two of them had gone out, accompanied by a dozen of the Denkeepers personal bodyguards, to slay a beast. Whilst Razgor did not care for all his speeches about balance and preserving the ecosystem, he did gain some respect for the aelf, when he single handedly slew a wild Mawkrusha. Even if Razgor did not care for all the balance, right there and then, he knew this collaboration would result in great hunts and so he agreed to join the Huntmasters of Ghurneth in their efforts. Da Realmhuntaz would serve as their eyes and ears within the Fangwood.
