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The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 22Chapta Twentytwo: Far From HomeThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 22
Say of Da Day: " Because I can only put corny titles on the Imperial chapters " Author.
The night was long and cold; a chilling wind had picked up, forcing the Imperials to find refuge even though instinct told them to keep walking and never look back, from fear that the Orks would find them. Barthees was still unconscious; Sam and Marco had found him sprawled on the mountain road bleeding from his ears, with a broken arm and many small cuts and bruises. Between them they had hauled him twenty kilometres through the mountains weary, hungry, and hurting fro


The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 21Chapta Twentyone: Hostile TerritoryThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 21
Cold mists rolled off the grey stone mountain side, as it descended into the valleys below, leaving the old hot springs resort in its wake. It was a pristine view, but the stench of the Orks who now inhabited the springs put a damper on the ambience; all it did was remind the three Imperials of what awaited them.
"Why are we doing this again?" Marco asked, rubbing his cold, stiff fingers together into a tight ball to try and breathe life back into them. "I thought we agreed raiding an Ork settlement for a kilo of coloured plastic was a no-go when Sam went ballistic in t


The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 20Chapta Twenty: Here Dey Come AgainThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 20
Say of Da Day "Hiding's not just for cowards, it's for people with a will to live." PVT Marco Fezz.
Dust clouds and plumes of dirty exhaust gas trailed the mob of Ork warbuggies, warbikes, and battlewagons which spear headed their way mercilessly across the parched desert. Kargust's scouts had reported seeing tracks leading from the ruined Snakebite camp to the east; Squigopolis was the most obvious destination of the surviving Snakebites.
Not a single Goff Ork was left to walk; Kargust didn't want to waste one second more than he had nee


The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 19Chapta Nineteen: Scar Poka Showdown! Say of Da Day: "So ladz, yer feelin' lucky today?" Kargust, Waaghboss of the southern Goffs tribeThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 19
The Dok had devised a cunning plan to make her spore sister return to the camp and leave Shilf's workshop if Ongrat didn't ruin it. She knew Brudz hated Ongrat but loved playing Scar Poka. Combining the two facts, she put forth her idea to the young Mek: play a tournament consisting of thirteen rounds of Quick Draw Scar Poka against Ongrat and have to the chance to humiliate, hurt, and generally deface the Weirdboy. If Ongrat won, Brudz had to return to the camp and


The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 18Chapta Eighteen: Crossed Wires Say of Da Day: "FER TANKABELL!" Oric the Skarboy.The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 18
Squigopolis was a large city, big enough to lose a squiggoth in. This made tracking the runway Mek rather hard and tedious. Cezzy-Po, Jamz, Oric and Ongrat were trying everything they could think of to find Brudz. But it was hopeless.
"Maybe we c'd bait 'er ter come to us wiv some nice new tools." Oric suggested, knowing how passionate (or rather savage) the young Mek was when it came to hand tools. "An' den trap 'er in a net or sumfin'. Yeah?"
Cezzy-Po's mood hadn't gotten any better since the
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One of the earliest memories I have is of a dream. A night terror, if youd call it that. The vividness of that dream and the successive ones thereafter
Ordinary dreams would prelude my night terrors. I could tell when they were coming; a sense of utter dread and fear would grip so strongly that it was a wonder I never wet my bed. My previous dream would quickly fade away, turning dark as though the sun had eclipsed, as the surrounding bled away into nothingness. I would go limp and fall to the ground, weak and unable to run or shout for help. If I tried to move, my body would be ov
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