Third person pov: location: the badlands.
The camera panned into the desolate waste known as the badlands, home only to monsters, slow growing extremophiles and rocky plateaus, only the hardest and meanest creatures survive here, which is a good thing as some the biggest, meanest and greenest creatures have been landed here, the former human known as Jacob smith now grimgor ironhide, the former human was a fan of the greenskins and his favorite warboss was grimgor and thus the fates decided he would suffice as the next greatest threat to the world of equis, the machinations of a merchant and the gods Mork and Gork (or Gork and Mork) chose him to be there avatar, the former human turned greenskin released a sigh more akin to a growl, 'growing a tribe of greenskins is harder than it looks' the warboss said in his head.
It has been 2 weeks sense he landed here and after shedding enough spores his tribe was finally beginning to grow, however there were only about 700 or so orcs wandering about fighting each other or gathering together to form gangs to either hunt the various beast that roam about, or at least the ones he hasn't killed or beaten into submission, or were just lazing about as the goblins did everything else, building the huts, serving there orc masters or smithing crude but deadly blades, axes or other assortment of instruments of war, such as a rock-lobber, which is basically a beyond crude, yet deadly catapult that could still chuck a rock or two before it breaks, the goblins where much more numerous than there orc cousins as there's at least 4000 or more milling about as the tribe slowly grew more and more, then there snotlings, the only thing they did was either scratch an orcs back or tend to the "farms" as more greenskins emerged followed by squigs, the final tally of greenskins is a tiny core of 90 black orcs, decked head to toe in armor and with plenty of strength to back up, they were grimgores 'immortalz" and his best mates for a good scrap, back to Jacob, he was mentally counting his forces 'alright 700 orcs and couple thousand goblins isn't super small, even a core of black orcs, but this isn't super impressive on paper, it will take a long time due to this being a fresh from the ground up tribe' he mused as his eyes remained shut , meanwhile a goblin inched closer 'for the snotlings, well, besides pump wagons, the only there good for is cannon and arrow fodder, I got at least 2 rock-lobbers for siege weapons and a couple squig herds to rampage through a battlefield' he stopped his thinking when he heard the movement of the goblin, cracking one eye open he watched the goblin as it began to talk.
"eyy boss, I knows yous don't ike being interrupted while your thinkin, but um, the boyz have been wonderin, whose we fightin next?" the goblin asked as the former human felt his orc instincts kick in, besides fighting local monsters and killing the odd caravan, they've yet to truly engage in greenskin acts of war and violence, the goblin went on "how's about them pony gits?, there cityz would burn so noicly" the goblin said cruelly as it laughed a little "or how about them storm gits?, theyze will offer a good scrap" motioning to klugtown on the map they stole while raiding caravans, "ors how's about across the sea? The chicken gits will taste good with mushroom sauce" as the goblin drooled a little before going on, seemingly unaware of his bosses growing anger "it's time to foight boss! To loot and destroy!" the goblin went on excitedly before grimgores hand grabbed his throat, the goblin wheezed a little before a snap was heard as the goblin fell from grimgore grasp, dead, "YOUZ WANNA FOIGHT!!?" the former human bellow out to the cheers, hoots and howls that echoed though out the war camp, "WEZE GONNA GET A PROPA FOIGHT!!" before pointing a large finger at klugtown "THOSE STORMY BOYZ AR IN NEED OF A GOOD KRUMPIN" the warboss bellow out to even greater cheers and shouts, "SAY IT WIFF ME BOYZ!!!" before taking a deep breath.
"WAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"
across the rest of equstria:
the guttural cry to war was heard throughout the lands, ponies froze up in terror, griffons looked around in fear for the sound, zebras went to their shrines in droves out of terror, as other creatures, whether they be yak or dragon, changeling or horse, either hid, prayed to their gods or muster for war over such a sound, discord gasped at the sheer power of such a simple "word", his teacup clattering to the ground as fluttershy fainted in fear, Celestia was overwhelmed with papers and shouts from concerned nobles much to her endless frustration, but also fear over what was to come to equestria.