Bochenfels Bossfight

Some time after the fateful Ambush at Fenrus Ruins the two surviving grot leaders attempted something treacherous and foolish back at the Waaagh!'s encampment in the smouldering remains of the city of Bochenfels. What happened and why? What came out of it? Read on to find out!

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Warboss Urgokh Da Choppa was slogging through the debris that littered the dead city. Bones and burned timber cracked under his heavy footfalls, all obstacles crumbling feebly from the path of the current Lord of Bochenfels. Behind him walked his two bodyguards, Da Left and Da Right, as they were known. Not that he needed any protection, really, but Urgokh didn't mind a few extra pairs of eyes with him when dealing with grots, sneaky bastards that they are.

Wolfboss Elgar had requested a meeting in the Grot Quarter of the ruined settlement, by the 'umie belltower. As far as Urgokh could recall, the grot boss should have been foraging around the city perimeter with his tribe and some orruk backup. Perhaps something noteworthy had come up that the git wanted to report. Something worth of Warboss' time.

Urgokh felt like cracking skulls today, so he secretly hoped the news weren't worth this slogging across the entire damned town.

The grot encampment finally revealed itself after a couple of streets and corners, a district marked by makeshift earthworks and spiky barricades. No sentries could be seen on the ramshackle towers raised from the wreckage. Urgokh gazed around him with mounting anger.



"Dis is a dwellin' fer da wullof tribe, yea?" he demanded from his companions.
"Roight, dat it is," agreed Da Left.
"Dat it is, roight" agreed Da Right.
"Den were's all da wullof tribe? Dey were numeruous enuf when I last saw 'em," the Warboss grunted.
"Dunno, boss. Elgar came alone?" suggested Da Left.
"Elgar came alone, boss. Dunno," suggested Da Right.

They walked into a clearing in the grot encampment. Not a single soul had crossed their way yet. Urgokh cleared his throat and roared out an announcement of his arrival.
"I am Urgokh Da Choppa, Da Biggy Big Bossy Warboss of Waaagh! Urgokh and da biggest and baddest orruk in Bosch.... Boch.... Dis Place! Ya wanted t' 'ave a talk, den come 'ere and talk!"

After a moment's silence a soft padding of paws could be heard, and soon three wolves rode loped into the clearing. Wolfboss Elgar sat astride the largest beast, a white predator with gleaming red eyes. Pulling his mount to a halt and placing his hunting spear across his lap, taking his time with it, the grot boss slowly raised its gaze to the orruk towering above everything else in sight. The Warboss was visibly agitated. Elgar savoured the moment before speaking.

"Welcome t' my tribe's humble dwellin'. What can I do fer ya?"
"Ya sent a runner t' say ya have things to say to da warboss. Da Warboss is 'ere now, and ya ask wot my business is?" Urgokh growled.
"Can't just come walkin' in like dat without a-knockin'. Dis is my place," Elgar quipped, seeking to agitate the orruk even further.
"Can't say anyfing tried t' stop me. Poor garwds ya 'ave in yer tribe. Say, where is yer tribe anyhow?"

Elgar shifted in the saddle.
"Ded."
"Da orruk mob?" Urgokh raised an eyebrow.
"Ded."
"Smaka da Boss?"
"Very ded."
The Warboss was running out of patience. "Wot is it dat ya have t' tell me if all yer tribes and helpers're ded? Wot sneaky-git, grotty-grot gamez ya 'ave in mind if ya 'ave nuffink to report?"

At once after saying that, Urgokh strectched out his hand high behind him to catch a leaping grot mid-air. The poor wretch dropped both kinves it had been carrying and began to scream in fear.
"Playin' time, huh? I see..." the Warboss said in a low, threatening tone while crushing the grot assassin's head in his palm.
"Yer Stuntie Wars never did any good t' mah tribe! We was happy ridin' endless plains an' huntin' humies before ya came bossin' around! Now ye die as my tribe did!" Elgar screamed, snatching up his spear and signalling the attack.

Suddenly the runs around them burst to life as several grots emerged from hiding, weapons in hand.

One of the wolfriders accompanying Elgar surged forth to attack the Warboss, while three spear-grots ran into the orruks from the rubble. One diagonal swing from his enormous axe saw Urgokh put down his first assailant, the return swing disemboweling the second. An arrow struck his shoulder as he turned around looking for more to kill, and Urgokh could see several grot archers peeking out from hiding spots high and low.
"Cowards!"

Da Left pulped one of the attacking grots with his two-handed mace, while Da Right chased the other one around with his twin choppas. The grot was panting heavily in terror as it ran around the orruk's feet trying to dodge the blows.

Da Right was left chasing the single grot around in the clearing while Da Left spotted an archer in the belltower and ran towards it. Elgar realised the tide turning immediately against him and rode away to hide behind a tumbledown warehouse. Urgokh rammed into the remaining wolfrider with a force of a falling meteor, barging into the grot from the saddle and pulping the wolf with his bare hands. As the grot was getting up from the ground the Warboss merely stepped on his head to crush it against the flagstones.

Da Left smashed the belltower door to splinters with his mace, stepping in to climb the stairs as fast as his black armour allowed. The archer would soon feel his wrath. Urgokh saw Elgar run into hiding and shouted after his treacherous underling while jumping up and down on the corpse of the wolfrider.
"Come back 'ere ya little no-good traitor-git! I'll smash yer 'ead an' pulp yer brainz an' grind yer bonez and DEN I's gonna get real mad!"

Da Right finally caught the running grot in between his choppas, cutting the little warrior in twain on the clearing. Arrows were shot at him while he was at it, but they merely bounced off his all-encasing armour or missed altogether. The fight wasn't going all that well for the grots.

Da Left reached the top of the belltower and surprised the archer there. The little grot saw a shadow fall over him as he was taking aim down to the streets, and managed to turn and see the bloody mace crashing into his face. The mangled corpse flew out of the tower window like a ragdoll and hit the street with a splat.

Both Da Right and the Warboss ran after Elgar. From somewhere behind them a shaft was fired with enough accuracy to find a gap in Da Right's armour, wounding the bodyguard badly. Soon Wolfboss Elgar appeared from behind the old warehouse, realising there was no real escape as he saw the orruks running for him.

Mounted grot archers galloped to the aid of their leader, one charging Da Right and the other ganging up on Urgokh along with Elgar himself. Could this turn the tide of this slaughter?

Da Left emerged from the belltower just in time to see the commotion on the yard. Seeing that his Warboss didn't require any help, he started towards Da Right fighting a lone wolfrider.

Elgar shouted out in defiance as he charged Urgokh, his hunting spear held couched like a lance. Urgokh stepped to the side, smashed Elgar from the saddle with a backhand blow and took up his axe in both hands. Before the killing blow Elgar's wolf and the mounted archer both converged upon the towering orruk, wolves scraping at his armour while the archer swung around with a knife.

Urgokh head-bitted the white wolf and a loud crack told that did the job. A swift slash behind him decapitated the archer. Turning around, the Warboss lifted the remaining wolf into the air and snapped its back on his iron-clad knee.

Elgar watched the violent show in horror. How could anything harm a being of such power and anger? He skimmed the street with his gaze, seeing his hunting spear. Even orruks must bleed. He snatched it up and sprung on Urgokh as he was lifting his axe from the ground. The Wolfboss grabbed the arrowshaft stuck on the orruk's shoulder and hauled himself onto its back, drawing  out a grunt of something akin to pain from the lips of the Warboss. Elgar spun his spear upside down and rammed it into Urgokh's exposed neck with all his might.

"Fer Plainraiderz!!!"

Nothing happened. Blood surged forth from the wound, but Urgokh merely streched out his hand and picked up the grot by the throat. The spear fell from Elgar's hands, his lungs burning with the need for fresh air. There would be none.
"A stupid thing to do. Challengin' me," Urgokh growled to the grot's face before snapping its neck. The lifeless corpse of the nomab grot fell to the ground to accompany the last members of his destroyed tribe.

The lone wolfrider in the clearing rode down Da Right, the wolf toppling the orruk while the rider stabbed into the helmet's eye-slits wildly with a knife. As the grot looked up triumphantly from his bloody work, Urgokh's shadow fell on him and he was dead within the heartbeat.

Da Left ran for the wathctower with the last grot archer, climbing up the stairs while singular arrows bounced off his breastplate every now and then.

Upon reaching the platform Da Left swung his mace, but the grot ducked and drove a dagger into the orruk's armpit. Da Left roared in anger, kicked the grot on its back and flattened it with a downwards smite.

So much for the grot rebellion.

"I knew I smelled sumfink fishy about dis meetin'," Urgokh contemplated as they were walking back to the orruk districts of Bochenfels.
"Grot's are always schemin', boss. Dat's wot dey do," said Da Left, mimicking his superior's philosophical mumbling.
"I need all available tribes, useful or not, for da comin' big scrap wiv da stunties. Bosses who can't keep dere tribes alive are no good t' me," Urgokh muttered.
"Oh well, at least we got some sport t' brighten da day, boss," offered Da Left.
"True. We's growin' sloppy 'ere wiv no proper enemies t' foight."

The two orruks left the eerily quiet Grot Quarter, leaving a pile of mangled corpses and broken dreams behind them.

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Greenskin infighting, always good news for the duardin of Kazad-Zul!

The next battle report for the Iron Grudge Campaign will move the story ever closer to the epic finale which decides how the war reaches it's conclusion!