Gondrysdassnir’s scales flaked against the cold of the Mountains of Maraz, this place has been more than trouble than he would’ve guessed with roaming orruks, the weather beating down on his privateers, and most of all annoying to his senses as his fumes keep coming into his face as he for once in a blue moon coughs from his own poison. This however does not deter him nor stop his mission. While the council has been dallying with where to set the city, he has not been bothered to fight over the petty disputes that break out. His sickly eyes gaze over the outstretched lands of rock as he sees their quarry, the towering divot that looks to be a square dent into a gigantic mountain among the many other ones. Gondrysdassnir knows exactly how this was ground zero for the fight of Sigmar and Gorkamorka and while he does not care for the gods this place is going to be crucial for his plans.
The captain of his army, Private Aegnor, makes haste to follow his master as he catches up to him on his griffon, which is fitted with it’s own mask as he yells to the flying behemoth that is the dragon. “Sir! We are on our way to the caves, but we have found a problem most urgent!” He says giving a passionate sergeant salute.
Gondrysdassnir will groan slightly, no matter how many times he must say he can’t seem to make his troops refer to him as anything but master. It boils his blood feeling like a hypocrite, his pride does not allow anything to dent it. “I see, please, make haste and tell me.”
Aegnor will affirmatively nod. “Our destination seems to have residency inside of it,” Gondrysnassir replies. “Who.”
“Gargants, with their leader seeming to have made it their home.”
Gondrysdassnir will sneer as fire escapes his mouth, he will swivel around from flight in a sudden movement startling the griffon Aegnor is riding as he stops. He will look down to the caravan of men and supplies which has taken so long to get this far, if they were to be attacked by gargants it would be trivially easy for them to be stomped on. He will toil over his options before sneering at what is most likely the only option he has. He will turn as he speaks with his grumble. “Tell your first mate to keep overseeing the traversal of the mountains, then follow me.”
Aegnor will look confused before sporadically going into a dive as Gondrysdassnir is already flying off, his mind on the nuisance gargants in his new lair.
In the distance above the clouds inside of the valley of hammered rocks, the gigantic cave which resides the gargants living in the mountains reside, stacked with their recent spoils and loot as they feast on the carcasses of monsters who they had met along the way, two mancrushers brawl each other over a shiny box while an aleguzzler gargant gorges himself on caskets of wine. Hunkgard Housecrusha sits upon his throne still imprinted with the footfalls he made to carve it out, the ball and chain he holds idly swinging as he plays with a human man inside a cage, chuckling at the misery that is unfolding as the human fractures their leg from him jostling around. “Hehehe…. crippled thingsh, funny thingsh.” His mind quietly empty as the mancrushers rummage around the spoils they have gained from ramshacking settlements along the coast of Rondhol.
The left mancrusher who is currently picking up a boar carcass in thought smells something, while it isn’t the stench of decay most definitely it’s something much fouler as he reels wafting it away with his hand before looking around. “Uh? Bouz… is dat you? Did you ate ah’ ork again!” He says looking to his brother questioningly in an angered manner.
The right mancrusher looks over as he will sneer. “No! I ain’t looking for bad gut stuff!” He says pushing the other mancrusher before they start to get into a dispute with another crusher getting into it cause he thinks it’s funny.
Hunkgard will look up from his jostling of the human as he drops the cage down onto the floor with a clatter as he sees the figure currently flying in the middle of his stomp, the black sickly scales of a lizard muncher. The lizard seems to be playing around with his loot as Hunkgard will growl getting up from his throne. “Oi! Lizardmuncha, git off my stuff! Betta start flyin’ or I’ve gonna turn yu into mah hoodie!” He says as he drags his scrap metal ball filled with wreckage and rubble connected to a chain filled with bloody strings of viscera not having been cleaned. The lizard will look over lazily angering the gatebreaker more as he speaks making his big gunky ears hurt. “You all have such a strong grip on your guts, yet you can’t see the bigger picture from such a high view of the world like myself. Truly the bottom of the barrel wasting your larger than life lives…” The lizard says, making flight at chest level of Hunkgard’s chest from a far distance, flying slowly towards him.
Hunkgard will start to huff before going into bellowing laughter as the other gargants in the stomp start to laugh aswell as he starts to speak in chuffs. “You! Hahahaa! Yousha’ small lizard with a big mouth! Small feetsies, watcha gonna do? Get in mah toes an clean da wax from em? Cause thatsh what’s about to happen to ya!” He says as he starts to swing the ball of rubble into his hand before throwing it into the twat lizard, although Hunkgard has full confidence in himself to stomp them the ominous glow coming from the lizard’s chest and the awful smell forbode bad tidings as a flash of light erupts from his mouth, the searing pain of fire upon flesh is felt as Gondrysdassnir shows the gargant the true fire of the brightlord, as his anger erupts into light.
In the far distance hurriedly flying upon his great griffon steed, Aegnor the captain of the Privateers of Gondrysdassnir makes haste to the master. His head aloof with ideas going through his head of what might transpire with their master going alone against the gargants in said cave. While the reports had been sparse mostly because of how they couldn’t get a good look at the bigger gargants because of the disgusting mancrushers that patrolled the outside.
“Come on! Come on! Fly faster!” He says angered yet reserved to the flying creature, he knew very well what would happen if he even layed a scratch upon the creature, both his and the master’s pride would not allow it knowing the horrid slavery the master had undergone in the cities of Anvilgard, his words beckoned his comrades to arm the dragon in all his glory! Before he could go into such detail of his passion towards the master a bright light erupted from the cavernous below of the cratered mountain the light temporarily blinding the griffon as it reeled back, but for Aegnor he smiled a passionate smile knowing what light it was omitted from. He rushed through the trees into the cavern seeing no gargants afoot as he came into the cave smelling the ash and caustic viscera that follows his master. He sees him in the center of a couple of gargants with their mouths agape in standing awe, feeling like Gondrysdassnir might be in danger he calls out.
“Sir! Sir! Master, are you alright my liege?” The forbidden words did not count against him although he did notice the sigh, along with Gondrysdassnir’s chest, currently cold without fire as he looked over.
“Yes, I have… gotten rid of the problem, and these gargants…” Looking down at the gargants which will turn away out of fear and some awe at him, Aegnor is puzzled looking around. “Sir… where is the Mega-Gargant? The gatebreaker that was told to have walked these lands… did you beat him out of his lair!” He says in a excited tone, Gondrysdassnir will look to Aegnor before giving a light chuckle as he will fly out of the way for Aegnor to see the sight that makes his Aqshy heart go into flame with a grin.
He sees the throne that Hunkgard once sat upon, with his footprints still indented into the seat as Gondrysdassnir makes his place upon the seat making himself comfortable.
And the mega-gargant sized indent into the rest of the gargant’s throne, now singed like a ghost wailing into the charred wind.
