1 00 - Drakka Armzstronk
Chapter Prologue - Drakka Armzstronk
Written By Dr Armstrong
->Drakka POV<-< strong>
"Zamn, I really got done in, eh?" What seemed to be a malformed green wisp uttered as it floated through a sea of colours.
One mistake, all it took was one singular fatal mistake for that slimy Git to take advantage of the situation and backstab the mighty Drakka, ending the Warboss' life in one fell swoop.
Now he, Drakka Armzstronk, former Warboss of the Thouzand Hounds, was completely and utterly dead, dead as hell.
"So this the Weird Place…way less weird than I thought…" The Ork soul mumbled to himself as he floated through what he thought to be the chaotic streams of the Warp, or as the Orks preferred to call it; the Weird Place.
"Hey, there ain't no Spiky Boyz ere…" That was weird, as expected of the Weird Place.
Back in his living days, the Weird Place was utilized as a sort of third-party transportation dimension.
Whenever they would use the Weird Place, the Daemons of Chaos would occasionally try to hijack their ships.
Of course, they failed. The Thouzand Houndz were no pussies, they were bitches!
But it truly was weird that not even a single Daemon had been attracted to his soul...a free Warboss soul ripe for the taking, the Chaos Gods had many uses for such a thing.
"Gods...those Chaos Gits really be taking their damm ass time." It felt like a few days had passed, which wasn't really that much to the centuries-old Warboss, but it was still boring as hell.
"Zamm, I wish I had lived long enough to see Ghaz krump that big ol red demon prince...would have been bestest waaagh of the godzammed cen-"
[Welcome, Drakka.]
"Oi!? Now'z you decide to talk!" It would have been much less boring if he had heard this voice a couple of days pass.
[You have died.]
"Wow, you'z be more kunnin' than Mork!" Drakka stated with the most sarcastic tone that an Ork could possibly pull off.
[Be calm, you will soon awaken into a new world for you to venture in.]
"Oh, me'z calm! Really calm, really focken calm..." The Ork said with a not-so-calm tone as his soul shone a darker shade of green.
"Are you'z wanting me to be like Tuska? I don'z want to be a blue Tuska, daz gonna be the mostest borin' job ever!" Quite a unique scene had made its way into the Ork's dull head.
He had been sent into the Warp after death, at least that's what he thought, and the voice which spoke earlier had evoked a kind of wise and ancient feeling.
By process of elimination, Drakka concluded that he was speaking with a Chaos God, the blue and boring one in particular.
It would be fine if it was Khorne that had contacted him, Tuska was living in heaven, after all! But it was the loathsome Tzeench...he didn't want to eternally read books about eternity for all of eternity!
[You will be reborn in the primaeval planet of Pangera, rejoice.]
[Conviction and faith shall decide your path.]
"Pangera? Daz sounds like a Humie planet..." The Ork commented with noticeable confusion in his tone.
[You will be granted with the following stats:
Drakka Armzstronk
LV 1
Might: 13
Toughness: 9
Cunning: 19
Will: 35
HP: 26
MP: 0
Skills:
[Bash LV 2] - [Craft LV 3] - [Hear LV 1] - [Regeneration LV 1] - [WAAAGH! LV 1]
[Species: Snotling]
"Oi, wot!? Snotling…!? I'm no Snot, I'm a focken Boss with me own WAAAGH!" The Ork raged out as he attempted to bash whoever this dumb voice was.
Unfortunately, Souls couldn't do jack shit even to an Ant.
[You have {1} Skill Point and {1} Biomass available.]
[Go forth and forge your own path!]
"Path? Me'z path is yo mu-"
A sudden rumble shook the Ork's verdant green soul as the various chaotic colours around him turned a bleached white. It then began to condense, shrinking and squeezing the ever-loving Gork out of him.
Gradually, the light was coalesced into the Ork's very being, absorbed into the core of his soul as the new body of Drakka Armzstronk was constructed by it.
A much, much, much smaller body in the shape of a malnourished green child came into being. Bearing large ears and an even larger nose, t'was the classical form of the lowest form of Greenskin; the Snotling.
After the grueling torture of witnessing the creation of his new but pathetically weak body, the Orkish soul was forcibly inserted inside of the Snot body…
"Grr…no, No, NO, NO!!!" Drakka let out a scream of rebellion as he tried his best to escape the bindings of his Snotling body.
Unfortunately, the only thing he managed to escape from was torpor, as his body awoke for the first time with the new consciousness inside.
"Ugh…" The Snotling let out a groan of lethargy as his field of vision blurred like a glass that was withstanding a powerful downpour of Zeus's wrath.
~Growl~!*
A powerful hunger sunk deep into his very stomach, urging him to fill it up with something palatable.
"Hn…!" A sudden clarity washed over his predatory eyes as the smell of something succulent entered through his hollow nostrils.
Meat.
The former Warboss quickly restrained himself before observing the surroundings, completely disregarding his empty stomach in favor of scouting the locale.
He was inside some kind of brown-coloured yet organic hole…
Touching the rough yet familiar walls of this small tunnel, Drakka concluded that this was a hollowed-out log as the walls were that of unrefined wood.
The Snotling opened its proportionally massive jaws as he took in the fresh air of the surroundings.
*!?*
This air…it was quite nice…
A far cry from the polluted air he was quite used to breathing…
Drakka held out his tiny green hand as he observed the pathetic bamboo-like limb with a disappointed expression.
"Grr…I feel dumber, how'z that possible…" The Snotling cursed as he appraised this new body of his.
His dammed voice…what the fock. It was way too light, like a damn…Snot…ugh.
"HEH!?" The Snotling released a panicked scream as the log suddenly rumbled and moved-no, it didn't move, something was moving it.
"GRAAH!!!" He screamed out in manic terror as his field of vision spun around, the log presumably being thrown into the air or something like that.
"GETZ ME OUT!!!" He screamed as the Snotling held tried to run into one of the two holes that served as the entrances to this log.
"WAIT, NO. DO-DON'T GET ME OUT-RAAAAAAAAH" He realized all to late that the log was very much in the air, high above in the air.
And so, the Snotling walked out into the sky, potentially into his very own doom.
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