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…