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// the destruction of klugetown 
// Story: da greentide! 
// by Sunflowerofwar 
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Third person pov: location: the bone-dry desert.
The bone-dry desert, if one thought the badlands were desolate, they be proven wrong once they visit here, most races save for changelings perhaps, would falter here and have a decent chance of meeting their doom, unfortunately for klugtown, the invaders rampaging though the desert are undeterred, goblins mounted on large wolves or squigs charge forward whooping and hollering as they doubled as scouts and the vanguard, behind them is the main WAAAGH!, scores of orc boyz and goblin mobs "march" at lightning pace, hungry for a good fight, in the center is Grimgore ironhide and his band of 'immortalz', the former human was grateful for his new body, if he was human, he probably wouldn't have survived the desert, around the small warband is large amounts of unmounted squigs and there snotling caretakers, said snotlings, finally feeling the proper energy's of the WAAAGH!, then built pump-wagons and are now rolling about crushing there fellow snotlings, squigs and whatever unfortunate goblin that was anywhere near the ramshackle chariots.

The former human knew he was the new equestrias newest villain, and perhaps some influences from Gork and Mork (or Mork and Gork) or just his now greenskin nature, he wasn't feeling too bad about it, he was a fan of the show and thus chose his target wisely, sure, equestria was closer to the badlands, such as appaloosa and dodge city but he didn't want him and his boyz  being turned to stone by some panzy artifacts called the elements of harmony or the pony's know about his warband just yet, if he was gonna crush equestria, he need a true WAAAGH!, this small one won't do and unfortunately, he can't go around crushing tribes because of one thing, there were no other tribes! He and his boyz where the only greenskins to ever exist on equestria, thus it was him and his tribe vs the world.

But he was an orc now, and orcs are made for fightin and winning.

Third person pov: location: klugetown.
Klugetown, the sole piece of civilization, a haven for criminals and traders for those looking for shadier options, part of the storm king's empire, its primary purpose is a place for traders and serving as a jumping off point for an invasion of equestria, two storm guards atop the wall saw what looked like a dust storm approaching, they prepared to leave in order to get there weather resistant gear, however one of them pointed at it "wait, look" the guard said as his comrade turned, he narrowed his eyes and saw what looked like a moving tide of red and green "what the?" before taking out a spy glass and got a better look before panicking at what he saw "warn the others!, were under attack!" he shouted at his comrade, the green tide somehow moved even faster at the sight of a potential fight, "ere we go! Ere we go! Ere we go!" the rampaging tide of orcs and goblins shouted while snotlings or squig riders just shouted manically tide, shouts rang from the town as guards and militia scrambled to the wall with crossbows are the ready, rocks from the rock-lobbas hit the wall and gates, scattering defenders as they took cover or became puddles of blood, the mob reached the walls, either ignoring or dying to crossbow bolts before they brought up a crude battering ram to assault the weakened gate, while others used cruder ladders to scale and attack defenders on the wall, the former human and his band of black orcs where at the fore front and after one last bash, the gates caved in, which was swiftly followed by a tidal stream of goblins and orcs, the storm creatures, big and strong in the own right, where pushed back as they were either butchered by orcs or swarmed over by goblins, the towns militia where poorly armed and died even faster than the storm guard, the former human never felt such excitement before as he swung gitsnik around and cleaved 5 storm creatures in one go, he raised his foot and crushed a pony's body before laughing with his band of 'immortalz' laughing with him as they hacked, slashed and chopped whatever stood in there way, the rest of the warband rampaged through the streets, pump-wagons crushed anything in the way, squigs, both mounted and not, killed and ate anything that caught there site, goblins laughed cruelly as they stabbed and ripped an unfortunate storm creature to pieces, orcs where either in the main fight or joined there puny cousins in causing a ruckus though the streets, the middle street was drenched in blood of both the inhabitants and greenskins that met their end, a goblin hung limply from a spear, while an orc looked more like a pincushion from the number of bolts in the body.

the mob continued onwards as they assaulted the docks, goblin wolf riders where setting fire to the balloons and laughed gleefully when they exploded, the faster greenskins, primarily goblins, boarded the ships as intense fighting broke out from within the ships, the former human paused briefly, reveling in the destruction before taking a deep breath as the last of ships either managed to flee, burned down or where commandeered by the greenskins.

 "WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!"

 the same echoing cry resounded over their victory,  kludgetown and its inhabitants were slaughtered or fled, the mob then went about doing the second favorite activity of greenskins, looting, orcs and goblins fought over the spoils of the battle, the strongest orcs or most cunning of goblins got the best gear for themselves, while scraps were fought over by the smaller orcs and goblins, grimgore breathed in before having his immortalz go about to restore his control of the tribe and make sure no orc or goblin got too big for his britches, the tribe quickly began to make the city more orcy, wood and dung where turned into crude shrines dedicated to the greenskin gods Gork and Mork (or Mork and Gork), fighting pits where dug out and pens for wolves and squigs where built, it was small now, but a true WAAAGH!!! was in the making.

third person pov: location: the storm kings' realm.
to say the storm king was furious, is an understatement, he was livid as he watched airships in varying states of damage, survivors from kludgetown all shared the same tale, greenskin barbarians attacked and killed everything and everyone, the towns garrison where slaughtered to the last leaving only its citizens alive, his second in command, tempest, turned to him and said, "shall I prepare the fleet?" it was rhetorical but the storm king didn't care and waved her off, how dare these savages get in the way of his plans!"soon they will know the wrath of the storm king" he said angerly, unaware of what he was facing.