WRITING DOWN THE LORE

Author: GOBBO
Vingette (Quick novelisation of the events of our last WFB 6ed game)
(325 words)

"ere, groglet"
"Yea boss?"
"See dat mahoosive frog over dere?"
"Dat big orange blob?"
"Yea, dat
I bet you 2 teef you can't 'it it!"
"Ure'on!"

For a couple of minutes groglet tinkered and bossed his goblins adjusting the pitch and aim of the man mangla. The slaan was the other side of the village sat on his floating palanquin amidst a block of hulking Lizardfolk. Finally, groglet gave the signal and the wicked contraption baulked sending a huge slab of masonry skywards. It arced and rolled in the air as it flew over the Helstadt.

"It's looking good boss!" Squealed groglet with delight. It looked to be a perfect shot. The whole battlefield held its breath, all eyes watching silently as surely the rock would splat the slaan that it was careening towards.

The slaan was dozing, it had been a dull morning and these insignificant green skins had dared to bother him again. He was mulling over some complex algebra, philosophical questions that the mere human mind would go mad trying to calculate and last Sundays sudoku from the Tlaxtlan Telegraph which was being a sod. Then in his minds eye he saw it. A flicker, a small pin prick of a thought that he hadn't calculated that the green skins would ever get close to attacking him personally. As the rock plummeted closer and closer, he sighed, lifted his elongated webbed pinky and stopped the rock 12" from his forehead. He turned it over in the air as if examining an interesting gem and instantly calculated the speed velocity and trajectory needed. Then with a short wave of his hand as if dismissing one of his primate slaves the rock went skyward once more.

"Uh, boss?" Whimpered groglet.
The boss looked up from counting his teef from his ballbag purse
"Wass'goin on? Uh oh!"

The rock arced once more towards the ground headed directly towards Warlord Grimgor's immortulz.

"Yoos, dunnit now groglet"