It’s been three days now in this hole. Biggel, Trak, and Gilbrin are all that remain with me… We lost Kergo in the first wave that hit us. Bloody chuffin’ grobs! For the most part we ain’t hurt too bad; a few scrapes and bruisin’, but we’re alive. We have enough food to last us a fortnight. Grabbing whatever supplies we could as we ran worked out for the best.
I think I may have dropped Cornelius at some point during the struggle. I snuck back to the train car yesterday, but found nothin’. The others want to try and make it back to the depot… I can’t leave Cornelius behind. Even if he is just a book. I’m certain now that the grobs swiped him along with everything else they looted. I’m not going to force these guys to come with me, but I sure could use their help if I plan on getting Cornelius back…
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
All posts in category Journal of Grudgery (discontinued)
A deep-seated feeling of resentment written with dates and blood!
Temporary Conditions
Posted by Thrangis The Red on October 26, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/10/26/temporary-conditions/
In The Wrong Hands
Goblin: Wot’s dat ya’ got der’?
Orc: Oi’ ya git! Tuch mah stunty book an’ yerz gunna getz da big stomp.
Goblin: Dat’z no stunty book ya haz der’! It ain’t gotz da stunty scratches on it. Dabitz iz goin’ ta wantz dat.
Orc: Dabitz ain’t ‘ere. So dis books iz mine!
Goblin: I iz goin’ ta tell Dabitz on ya’ Madgor!
Madgor: If’n ya’ goez an’ blabz ta Dabitz I iz gunna stomp yaz.
Hibbler: Yuz can try it! Yuz’ll neva’ ketch Hibbler Hotfoot!
Madgor: Waaaghhh! I iz gunna stomp yaz good!
Hibbler: Yuz ain’t neva’ goin’ ta getz -
Madgor: DA BIG STOMPZ!!
Hibbler: – graaaaaah!!!… -
Goblin: Madgor! Wipe dat git off yer bootz and bring ta me dat book ya haz.
Madgor: I found dis book! It’z MINE!! If’n yaz don’t go runnin’ off I iz gunna stomp yaz too! I don’ care if’n ya’ iz Dabitz or no.
Dabitz: Puniez da Filthwrought wantz all da bookz an’ wordz offa dem stunties. Da yuz want me ta plink yuz in da noggin? If’n so, I can haz ya fed ta mah squigs afta’.
Madgor: Grrr… Fine, ya kan haz dis book. If’n I eva’ getz da chance, I iz gunna stomp yaz so hard! I iz gunna stomp yaz and den stomp ya squigs!
Dabitz: Ya can haz Hibbler’s share of da lootz. He ain’t gonna needz it now.
Madgor: …
Dabitz: Da ladz had no clue wot dey had in der grimy mitz. Puniez said dis was a special book. Gik! Eat dis. I iz gonna get it bakz latah.
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Cornelius: The thought of conceding myself to the bowels of this squig are beyond tolerance. I pray Sigmar’s grace finds you, Thrangis…
- Cornelius, Long-forgotten Celestial Wizard of Azyr
[side note: It's Madgor Bigstomp if you are curious]
Posted by Thrangis The Red on October 12, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/in-the-wrong-hands/
Grob Raid
Thrangis: Did you hear that?
Cornelius: I heard something. I believe it came from the other end of our camp.
Thrangis: I’ll go see what’s goin’ on.
—
Thrangis: Kergo, did you hear tha-
Kergo: Shh Thrangis, we got company in the treeline. Gilbrin thinks it might be some greenies.
Gilbrin: Aye, I kno’ what I was seein’. Just grab yer axes and be on yer guard. I’m a goin’ to rouse Biggel and Trak.
Kergo: Right. I’ll go grab Habdirg. Thrangis, start building some sort of fortification around the middle car. Use the supplies and whatever else. We’ll be there shortly to help you finish up.
Thrangis: Och, right right. When I left Habdirg he was asleep.
Kergo: Ok, let’s be quick.
—
Cornelius: Put some of those crates on the other side.
Thrangis: Don’t be tellin’ me how to build a wall. It’s insultin’ to my whole Klan. Can’t you just be my eyes or somethin’? You know, keep look out for anythin’.
Cornelius: Actually, it seems that Gilbrin is already here with the other two dwarves.
Gilbrin: Praise Valaya, you’ve got a good start. You might want to put some crates on that other side.
Thrangis: … Yeah, I was planning on doing that.
Trak: Where’s Kergo?
Thrangis: He went to get Habdirg.
Biggel: Well we ain’t got no time to be wastin’ standin’ ’round here havin’ a smoke and sippin’ on ale like a bunch o’ manlings. Let’s get a move on! My beard is growin’ white with frustration. Bloody chuffin’ grobs! I wish they’d just hit us already!!
Gilbrin: Let’s hurry!
Cornelius: Thrangis, Kergo is coming.
Thrangis: Why are you whisperin’?
Cornelius: Kergo is alone.
—
Kergo: Raise your axes dwarves!
Thrangis: Where’s Habdirg?
Kergo: The grob bastards already put a spear in him!
Grob Brute: WAAAGHHH!
Thrangis: By Grungni! Kergo get down!
Kergo: Hgahh!
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
[continued next week]
Posted by Thrangis The Red on October 1, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/10/01/grob-raid/
First Night On The Rails
Thrangis: It’s a good thing we’re finally gettin’ a break. I didn’t think we’d be on the rails for so long.
Cornelius: It makes the most sense to halt when there is no light. With as many greenskin attacks as have been mentioned, who knows what could be on the tracks.
Thrangis: Aye, I reckon that makes sense. I didn’t expect the one I’d be partnered with was that blabberscythe from earlier.
Cornelius: Yes… what was his name again?
Thrangis: Had… Hab… Hadbir… Habdirg?
Habdirg: Oi! What ya’ be needin’ beardlin’?
Thrangis: Oh, uh. Nothing Habdirg. I was just mutterin’ to myself.
Habdirg: O’ really now? You losin’ yer wits? Lil’ too much o’ the ale?
Thrangis: I haven’t had a bloody drop of ale! You’ve already asked me eight bloody times on the way here if I had tried any of the ales that were at the depot!
Habdirg: There’s no need to get so heated friend. I’m sure you can get some ale from one o’ the others. All that blood runnin’ to yer head can lead to poppin’ a vessel, or so I heard. I met this fella’ who was goin’ on and on about how one o’ his friends got so mad he jus’ dropped over dead. He was gettin’ into a festerin’ rage over why dwarven black powder was superior to manling powder. You see, they was havin’ a chat with one of those myrmidons from the Empire. They got a talkin’ about the manling cannons and ‘ow they kept needin’ heavy repairs. This dwarf that dropped over dead was tryin’ to explain to him how their powder wasn’t burnin’ properly because of some sort o’ imbalance with the mix-
Thrangis: Habdirg! Please! Where can I find some ale.
Habdirg: Oh, jus’ go ask Kergo for a pint.
Thrangis: Who’s Kergo?
Habdirg: He was operatin’ the front cart with Grelsid. Grelsid won’t have any ale on him, so don’t go a botherin’ him for nothin’. He’s a cold one to strangers he is. He once hit a dwarf in the face for askin’ him where-
Thrangis: Ughhh! Where is Kergo?!
Habdirg: He’s the rosy cheeked fella’. The one wit’ the keg.
Thrangis: Thank you!
—
Thrangis: I don’t know why he didn’t chuffin’ say anything about this earlier!
Cornelius: He seems very simple minded. Perhaps you should just let it rest and enjoy your drink.
Thrangis: I sure won’t have him spoilin’ it now that I got it! Blabberin’ fool…
Cornelius: Be sure to get some rest.
Thrangis: Och. I’ll be needin’ it to survive the endless ranting of Habdirg.
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Posted by Thrangis The Red on September 23, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/first-night-on-the-rails/
The Supply Line
Thrangis: I can’t believe they locked it up so tight! They’ve probably got stores of Bugman’s in there!
Cornelius: Did you not say earlier that the brewmaster Bugman was off trying to reclaim his stolen merchandise?
Thrangis: Aye, but to close down his mighty tavern? Even I did not expect that… an’ here I was hopin’ to enjoy a pint…
Cornelius: Well it appears you won’t be able to enjoy that luxury just yet. Shall we now proceed to the train depot? Seeing as our caravan escort is now quite far from our location.
Thrangis: I guess that would be the next step in my plan. I’m hopin’ that hand cart I was set upon is actually there.
Cornelius: Yes, I would hate for this folly of a detour to be a complete waste.
Thrangis: Well, no time to be worryin’ about our mistakes. Let’s keep movin’.
Cornelius: Wait just a minute! “Our” mistake?
—
Thrangis: Well at least the train depot is still here.
Cornelius: I like how you don’t mention the fact that it was surrounded by orcs and goblins.
Thrangis: They weren’t worth mentionin’, but it looks like you went ahead an’ added ‘em in anyway. At least the rails are still controlled by the dwarves. Let’s see if we can get a cart.
Depot-Dwarf: ‘Old it right there sonny, where do you think yer off to? Oh, by me ancestors! I thought you was one of the younger beardlings ‘upposed to be stationed at the rail house. You was the one out there makin’ a mess o’ those grobs and the like. We were takin’ bets on whether or not you was goin’ to make it ‘ere… looks like I’m out a pint.
Thrangis: You have Bugman’s?
Depot-Dwarf: Bugman’s? Hahahah! Yer a funny beardlin’. There ‘aven’t been any Bugman’s in these parts for too long. Used to be all I would drink. I’m thinkin’ one o’ me cousins is hordin’ a stockpile somewheres but I can’t be certain. Maybe I should go ask him one o’ these days. That’s if I ever get out of this chuffin’ depot. Been here for so long, haven’t seen wife nor child in over a year. I wonder what their up to, hopefully they’re gettin’ along alright without me. Well… maybe not too ok, it’s not a good thing when someones loved ones get along splendidly when their hubby ain’t hope. It gives a bad impression to the -
Cornelius: He certainly had a lot to talk about. I’m glad you walked off when you did, I was almost at the end of the page.
Thrangis: Aye, I need to find someone who can give me a cart. Let’s go to the platform.
—
Platform Manager: Careful with those beams, we need to make sure they are prepared for departure whenever we get the go ahead from central.
Thrangis: So the trains are runnin’ again?!
Platform Manager: No the trains ain’t chuffin’ running! I ain’t going to be made a fool when the time comes for shipments to come out though. They left me in charge of this platform and I aim to maintain a level of efficiency, even without the trains. The name’s Halbrin, of the Goldfist Klan. Now, who are you and by Grungni’s chuffin’ boots, what do you need?!
Thrangis: I’m Thrangis, of the Hammersmith Klan. I was hopin’ to find a hand cart so I can get to Kadrin Valley.
Halbrin: You offerin’ to pump the hand cart? Praise Valaya! We were needin’ an extra hand. I had this wild idea to try and send a shipment deeper into the mountains by hand cart. We were just short of a few dwarves to man the whole operation. But, since you’re offering to move this process right along, I’ll allow you to aid this endeavor.
Thrangis: Huh? I’m to work a shipment inland? How many are comin’ with me?
Halbrin: Oh, no more than five extra. Two on the front cart, two on the back, and two ridin’ the shipment. They’re to make sure nothing gets on or off until you reach Kadrin.
Thrangis: You have a wealth of dwarven strength here, why not send them?
Halbrin: Are you mad? I’d leave my platform grossly understaffed! We’d lose it to the grobs within a fort night. I can’t let that happen. I have a spotless record, I don’t aim to mess it up now.
Thrangis: Well, I really need to get there so… aye, sign me up.
Halbring: Wonderful! I’ll get these slackers to prepare the cart right away. Hey! I said to set those beams down carefully! Lift ‘em back up and do it right!
Cornelius: Well this seems to be working out, though not precisely to your plan.
Thrangis: Och, I wonder how much we’re going to ‘ave to bring with us. I hope it’s not too heavy.
Cornelius: Just be happy we’ll be on our way to Kadrin Valley. Now we won’t have to travel the roads alone.
Thrangis: Aye, I guess I should be happy to not be wanderin’ around out there with all these grobs lurkin’ about. I could really use a pint right about now…
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Those beams are a complete mess
Posted by Thrangis The Red on September 14, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/09/14/the-supply-line/
