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Spillborn Survivor

Goliath (HoC)
R Cr St W
180¢ 180¢

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Grakkus Gunmaw

Bruiser (Ganger)
Grakkus Gunmaw

“I AM NOT AN ORK!” - shouted Grakkus Gunmaw as he kicked the burning barrel that the Spillborn had gathered around, forcing them all to step back and away from the beast. The sudden burst of flames from the spilt fuel illuminated the tunnel and his goblin green skin, somewhat undermining his argument…

“I AM A NATBORN SON OF THE FORGE!”

 

"Of course, darling, you've told us," replied Octava with a smirk. "You just sampled some delightful moss out there, didn't you? Most just get the gripes. But you..."

 

“Nah, I believe he’s natborn, but mummy was an ork and daddy a comissar!” said Rust, bursting into laugher which immediately turned to cough from the oxide dust cloud that spewed out of his nearly defunct Orlock armour.

With an angry grunt Grakkus pulled his Boltgun from his back and aimed it at his offenders. Quill Vasso the cooler head of the group jumped to his feet and with his arms up jumps in between the arguing spillborn.

"Oh, marvellous. Marvellous. Yes, by all means, let us murder each other in this charming little ruin - I'm sure the Wald will find our corpses terribly nourishing." he remarked in his classical spire accent.

Grakkus let out a deafening roar, turned around and with a shot into the air walked out into the darkness.

 

"Splendid. I do hope the entire Wald appreciates our generous announcement of our position…"

 

"Surely, darling, you don't believe a word of his precious little Goliath fiction?" challenged Octava.

"What I believe - or do not believe - is hardly of consequence at this particular juncture. Though, for what it's worth, I have seen orks in zoos, and they did look... rather different.

My darling collection of half-drowned malcontents, kindly remember that we are, all of us, catastrophically outnumbered by everything that calls this place home. So let us, for the moment, reserve our ammunition for things that are not one another. And let us, while we're at it, retain what little muscle we still possess.

I shall go and soothe his nerves myself. 

Now... where has the dear creature wandered off to?”

 

Grakkus Gunmaw

Bruiser (Ganger)
180¢
M WS BS S T W I A Ld Cl Wil Int
5 4+ 4+ 4 4 2 4+ 1 8+ 5+ 9+ 8+
Rules Gang Fighter (Ganger)Promotion (Goliath Specialist)
XP 0 XP
Skills Nerves of Steel
Gene-smithing None
Gear Furnace plates (5¢)Armoured undersuit (25¢)
Advancements None
Weapons S L S L Str Ap D Am
Axe (10¢) - E - - S+1 - 1 -
Disarm, Melee
Boltgun (55¢) 12" 24" +1 - 4 -1 2 6+
Rapid Fire (1)
Frag grenades (30¢) - SX3 - - 3 - 1 4+
Blast (3"), Grenade