The Further Misfortunes of Hra-krak Onetusk the Orc Pirate�..


A discussion of promotion�.


Morag-Tong Grand- Master- � Lets go over that again shall we��

Hra-krak- � Err, ok boss�

MTGM- � And STOP calling me �BOSS`!!�

Hra-krak- � Why? You da boss so I calls ya boss- �

MTGM- � I AM THE MASTER!! The master�.. okay? I am called the master, this is a mark of respect, so please appear to be trying to show me some�now, where were we�?�

Hra-krak �� Yeah, you said dis was de umpteenth writ and youll be dammed if I don�t get it right this time��

MTGM- � Ah yes of course� now, repeat after me, I do not kill all the �blue-skins` in the same room as the target.�

Hra-krak-� I is to not kill all da blue-skins wot you don�t want me to��

MTGM-� I suppose that will have to do.. next, I will not kill the entire village population because I cant find the target!�

Hra-krak- � Yeah bu-�

MTGM-� NO BUTS!! NOT THIS time Hra! It will take decades for the population of Ald velothi to recover! And the target wasn�t even there!�

Hra-krak-�You tole me ee was��

MTGM-� NO I DID NOT!! I told you quite specifically that he was in the ruins WEST of velothi! West! WEST!!�

Hra-krak-� I is sorry you thinks I not know dat, I not hear you��

MTGM-� Yes, well, one could be forgiven for not hearing when one is stuffing his face with boiled bosner!�

Hra-krak-� roasted�.�

MTGM-� I DON�T CARE WHAT IT WAS!!�

Hra-krak-� OK, ok, s�easy mistake ta make�

MTGM-� SHALL we move on? I want you out of here as soon as possible�. Next, I shall not tell all my Orc mates in the tavern WHERE THE MORAG TONG SECRET BASE IS!!�

Hra-krak �� AW!! Cmon boss, it was only da one time an I was bleedin plastered!�

MTGM- � But then you brought them round here to have an all night session with the skooma pipe!�

Hra-krak-� Yeah but you joined in-�
MTGM- � NO I DID NOT!!�

Hra-krak-� YEAH, I saws you! Ogledak passed out before you did!�

MTGM- �I don�t, I don�t remember clearly, BUT THAT IS NOT the point! The point is I want your solem word that that wont happen again!�

Hra-krak-� Oh, okay� bleedin spoilsport��

MTGM-� So you understand who the writ is for?�

Hra-krak-� Yeah yeah, an no other blue-skins�I know I know��

MTGM- � You do realise I shall be retiring soon�and unfortunately you appear to be the only candidate, for some reason no-one wants to take over from me��

Hra-krak �� WARRGH! Cool!, I get ta be da boss! WOW! Brilliant! So wen you going?�

MTGM-� Well, its not as simple as that Hra� you see, theres a traditional method of succession�..�

Hra-krak-� OH NO! Don�t tell me I has to wear a bleedin silly costume an den deres a ceremony wot all da people see me wearin dis stupid fing in-�

MTGM-� No, no, my simple Orc friend, not at all, in fact it is much simpler, but you don�t have to follow the tradition, you see, your so unconventional already�.but it is up to you��

Hra-krak-� So wots da normal way den?�

MTGM-� Normally you would kill the Grand master-�

Hra-krak-� OK den..� Thrusting his black hands dagger into the side of the Grand master of the Morag-Tong

MTGM-� Wha-?Aargh!-NO!-�

As the magical affects subsided and the now X- Grandmaster slid to the floor�

Hra-krak-� WOOHOO!! IM DA BOSS!! Hey boys! Lets av a drink! Hey orcy bro! light up da pipe! Time to PAAAARRRRTTYYYYY!!...�

And so ends the story of the elevation of the Nereverar within the ranks of the Morag Tong�