Xandazra Slashpiercer, stepped out of the Pentarage Rift, feeling the deep humiliation and wounded pride, how dare Slaanesh force her into the mortal realms under the watchful gaze of Fort Ignis and its Khornate followers. Slaanesh was clearly not impressed but Xandazra felt she had suffered enough humiliation. So, what if all her chariots were destroyed by the hated Dracothfoote, so what if she is required to negotiate with the ugly brutish Orruk Olrog, So what if she is forced to go on a silly fetch quest before she can take vengeance, but for Slaanesh to humble her so by having her and her daemonettes emerge in the realm in front the leering blood-soaked followers of Khorne almost dented her modest pride. With a long look over her shoulder at the battlements of Fort Ignis and its blood crazed companions she commanded the remainder of her followers onwards to Olrog’s Camp, with as much grace and elegance that anyone could muster walking through the dirty ashen grounds in front of the portal, a far cry from the elegant marble floors of her palace in the realm of chaos.
Upon arrival to Olrogs camp, Xandazra was overcome by the stench of sweat and filth that permeated any orruk camp, wishing she still had fiends with their soporific musk to mask the obscene smell. Sliding like silk she wove between squabbling groups of greenskins to the centre of the camp to Olrog himself. Entering Olrog’s tent and seeing him for the first time Xandazra was shocked by his sheer size, and brutish lack of manners, however she realised she was here to make a deal and not friends, so she doesn’t need to listen or do what the uncouth beast wants.
Upon greeting Olrog, Xandazra immediately cut the ugly beasts greeting short in the most arrogant, yet formal voice she could muster, boldly declaring “I offer to support you with Lord Dracothfoote in exchange for rare minerals, and the expertise that are abundantly available from the forges of Karak Kuzitsak, and the Mines of Vollature. These elements are required to rebuild my chariots to rundown your foes ”. In making this bold declaration Xandazra was Hoping to pray upon the stupidity of the Orruk, by offering support she is able to gain her vengeance on Dracothfoote, using the expendable orruks and his allies before crushing whoever remains beneath the wheels of her newly forged chariots. Once all are dead, she will be free to then plunder the artefacts from the storm vault unmolested. However, Olrog seemed to have other ideas and fiercely roared and bellowed back covering her face in spittle and making Xandazra recoil from his vile breath, so distracted and put off by this naked show of force and authority Xandazra was stunned into silence. Olrog then proclaimed “Stupid deamon you are in no position to make bargains, your god has sent me followers to aide you, but first you must help me”. When the orruk finally finished his diatribe to Xandazra’s surprise five burly looking mortals, clad in shining plate with exposed chests glistening with beautifully fragranced oils, strutted out from behind Olrog’s throne. These newcomers proclaimed in unison “We are the help Olrog has offered you. We can guide you through this realm to gain the materials you need. But be warned we work for Slaanesh first, Olrog Second and then finally you Xandazra. Make no mistake we have more favour from our god than you do”.
Looking back at the grinning face of Olrog, Xandazra feels that this orruk may not be as stupid as she originally thought, but in her arrogance, she knows she has the better side of the deal, as chariots will run down Orruks just as easily as they will Lord Dracothfoote…..
