Faction: Survivors
Fluff: Templar Grok Facecruncha's Waagh! has been steadily converting the local greenskin tribes around the isles of nippon. Everything was going according to plan until Da 'ummies of Alexander survivors arrived on Da isles, after a few skirmishes with them Grok decided they were not worth his time and prepared to move onto the next isles. That was when the mercenaries and raiders started to come, and attacks started against the Greentide. This was exactly what Grok had been waiting for a chance to bash some 'eads in Gork and Mork's name. With all the greenskins on the local isles converted or killed, Grok had to move on, and hoped that the battles would continue. The battles did for a while, but not as often or as tough, until one day they finally stopped. After a few days of boredom, gobbos and orcs started to leave the Waagh left and right. No matter of smashin skulls or threatening could stop them, they would sneak out at night when Grok and his templars rested.
After having a rather heated debate with a goblin chieftan (that ended with Grok choppin his head off) Grok realised what the problem was. He was an orc, his army was full of orcs and goblins, they needed combat, they wanted to loot, pillage, in the name of Gork and Mork. The place that had been the fullest of combat had been around dem survivas of Alexander. Upon this realization, Grok promptly turned what remained of his army around and fought his way right back to Alexander. Grok swore to Alexander and his survivors that as long as the best and 'ardest fights kept coming to them, his Green Crewsade would fight for them. After all what better way to celebrate da orc gods then to truly bash da biggest an' baddest boyz around, even if it meant helping some 'ummies in the process. All Hail da Green crewsade! And Da Army of Da GreenTide!
