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// Rokjaw Mountains 
// Story: PonyHammer 40,000: Magic of War | SpiritStorm 
// by Dragon Heart 
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	It was no secret that it was the Warboss Borbutz himself who led the SNAARL! in the Pandora conflict. But who were the Hogs he led? Equestrial records indicate that these Hogs had always been in Pandora - going back at least a millennium. It seems that when Borbutz arrived, they welcomed him as a long-awaited hero.

These rugged Pandoran Hogs had sometimes overrun the system's four planets, and sometimes been beaten back to their secret stronghold in the Rokjaw Mountains. There had never once been a successful attempt to breach the vast hideout there, and the Hogs believed there never could be. But in the past these Hogs had always retreated to this place in great numbers at the first sign of defeat. Borbutz saw such behavior as un-Hoggy. He insisted that you had to take a bolter round or two if you wanted to win, and Borbutz lived only to win.

Borbutz's strategy meant that the Hog stronghold was not invincible, but this did not mean that it was undefended. Reaching the lair was one thing. Penetrating its defenses was entirely another.


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Atop a ledge, a Hog Nob and Warboss Borbutz himself were overlooking the infamously well-hidden stronghold.

"Ya see, Big Boss Borbutz?" the Hog Nob asked. "Dis 'erez da strongest an' bestest Hog'old as ever 'eld a Hog."

"Oi's that so, then?" Borbutz asked.

"Ain't no poniez got in 'ere, eva!" the Nob stated proudly. "Wif da Rokjaw Mountains all 'round us, deyz only one way in."

The mountain was large, indeed. There were crudely-built Hog structures everywhere, in every nook and cranny of the area, with only one way in. Hogs pounded their axes and blades on the ground all around.

"Even if they wuz ta get in," the Hog continued, "they'd have all da boarz ta face. Oh and da Nobz. An' da tanks... den dere's da Mammoffs."

One of the Mammoths reared up on its hind legs, blared its trumpeting bellow, and slammed into the ground.

"Say they beat all that." Borbutz hypothetically asked.

The Hog grinned. "Datz when we git 'em wit da Fighta-Bommaz. We'd squash 'em to a pulp!"

Borbutz humphed as the Fighter Bombers flew by and blew up test dummies on the ground.

"We gots wochaz wochin' day an night." said the Nob. "Nopony but a Hog gets close to us wiffout we see 'em and crush 'em ta smivvereenz."

A small Hog frantically waddled to the two Hogs with bad news. "Boss! Boss! Deyz enemies in da camp!"

The Nob turned to the Hog with a surprised look on his face. "Wot? In da camp? We gotta stop 'em afore dey getz to da Killy Spot! Dem drums, beat da drums! Get 'em!!!" The Nob flipped his axe upside-down and started banging it on the ground.

"Wotz dis 'ere Killy Spot?" Borbutz asked.

Down below in the grounds of the stronghold, Hogs were waddling around and getting to position. "SNAARL!" they shouted as they moved about, trying to get past each other.

"Beat da drums!" the Hog yelled. At the "Killy Spot", which was a captured relic point, Hogs stood around it, beating their axes and blades on the ground and making their drumming noises.

"We gotz ta hold da Killy Spot!" the Nob yelled as he smacked the small hog out of his way and waddled off.

"Humph! Bestest Hog'old ever, huh? Ha!" Borbutz said as he followed behind, but not before smacking the small Hog off the cliff edge.