Da stays krack like glaciers, da beams give moan
Da bulkheads buckle wif a wooden oaf,
Da timbers ache wif twistin and dey lean,
To da spars and da deck, bent like ribs to da breff,
And da hatches gape at da fury cast in brine
As da storm comes in wif it teef, teef, teef!”
--- popular Orc Pirate view of a typhoon

Skeever was sweating, his own stench rising as the humid air pressed down on his small body. Next to him was his mate Grumbi, his own unique fragrance mixing with the rot of the jungle. The two Goblins were part of a vast column of green-skin warriors marching through the thick jungle, hundreds of Orc and Goblin warriors their oversized helmets slipping off of their sweat soaked faces as they struggled to keep pace. All around them rode the silent warriors of the Ghost Fang Goblin tribe, mounted on gigantic spiders that moved through the underbrush and overhanging trees with ease. It seemed to Skeever that the whole jungle floor and canopy was a writhing, living carpet of arachnids, a thought that chilled him to the bone.

“Zoggin heck mate, wot gives. I lookz around and allz I see are Zoggin spiders. I never seen such an ugly lot, look at all of dem!”

“Yer Skeever, I nose wot yose meanz. It kinda reminds me of dat tomb back in Araby…”

“Iz tryin not fink about dat mate!”

As the Goblins resumed marching, the jungle parted and several large spider riders emerged. The Goblins mounted on the monstrous arachnids silently regarded the Goblins before moving past to join up with their fellows. Grumbi regarded the passing spider riders with a snort and a stream of phlegm into the ground.

“Yose know wot? I aint da least bit scared of does gits, wot wif der high an mighty ways. Actin like weze owes dem a favor for letting us into der kamp. Weze all greenskins, aint we? Why should we ‘ave to be treated like dat.”

“Yer, I hope dey gitz der Zoggin ‘eads ripped off!”

The two Goblins laughed, trying to shake their feelings of dread at the sight of all of the spider riders. Like whistling in a graveyard it was.

Even as they paused to gather their courage, the ground around the Goblins shook as some sort of monster was thrashing through the treeline nearby. As the trunks splintered apart under the impact of the creatures passing, the Goblins saw Splinterskull, tribal leader of the Ghost Fang tribe. And they saw Spiderdeff, his mount. A gigantic bloated monster as big as a Giant, Spiderdeff was completely albino, its glowing white hairs having given name to the tribe. Massive spiked pinions moved forward, carrying the monster further along into the jungle, fallen trees and trampled Snotlings in its wake.

“Now dat skumgod scares me….” muttered Skeever as he and Grumbi hoisted their shields and resumed their march.

Background

Some three years prior to the events currently transpiring in Cathay, a massive fleet of Orc and Goblin tribes were lost at sea. For several weeks they foundered in the jaws of an immense typhoon, which finally deposited the ragtag fleet of greenskins onto the shores of the Hinterlands. As the Orc Bosses sought to take stock of what had happened and where they were, they heard the drums. Rhythmic, pounding drums beat on for hours during the day and even longer at night. The Orcs were not certain what to make of this and so they did what any Orc worth his salt would do. They ordered parties of Goblins into the dense jungle with orders to find and eliminate whatever was making all the Zoggin noise. For days the Goblins failed to return and while they remained missing, the Orcs set about making a massive beach head, using the wood and beams from their wrecked ships as raw materials. Soon an immense fortress of wood had been erected and the Orcs set about fighting one another, months of being stuck on board a tossing ship being released in a good round of head bashing! As all sense of order broke down, the Orcs began to hear strange cries on the wind. The source of these sounds was revealed as an army of albino spiders emerged form the jungle, their Goblin riders dressed in crude furs and dabbed with craven paints. The Orcs stopped fighting each other long enough to form up battle lines as more and more of the arachnids broke cover with the jungle to stand upon the flood plain. As the Orc leaders urged their troops to move forward, the canopy of the jungle split apart and a gigantic albino spider emerged. The monster was bigger than a small tower! Atop the beast rode a Goblin of gigantic stature, easily as big as some of the Warbosses! The creature communicated to them through a series of hand gestures, which the Orcs took to mean that they were invited to its camp. Bringing a host of warriors with them, the Orcs followed the spider riding Goblins into the jungle.

For a little over an hour, under the cover of the dark jungle canopy, the monsters marched, the land gradually shifting upwards as they climbed into even thicker brush. Here they found the remains of their scouts! Strung up in webs, the diminutive greenskins were little more than drained, shrivelled husks, food for the spiders that had slain them. Not giving it a second thought, the Orcs continued to follow their strange hosts. And soon they looked upon the Deep Gloam…

What transpired after being brought into the city of the Hinterland Goblins cannot be accurately described as Orcs don’t keep records. But suffice to say the leaders were made drunk by potent spider wine and in their deluded state, the Ghost Fang shamans’ moved among the drunken leaders, spinning blended visions of conquest into their heads, the lands of Cathay as the Ghost Fang had seen them. A land ripe for conquest. Surely it made sense to join forces and take the battle to the humans! The Orc leaders couldn’t help but to see the wisdom in merging their army with the Ghost Fang tribe, the chances here to raid and pillage were greater than the leaders could have imagined. A virtually untouched oasis of soft squishy humans that had rarely heard of an Orc, let alone seen one! And it would give them a chance to plunder supplies to rebuild their fleets as well, and head for greener pastures once the war with Cathay was done! So the bond was forged and the forces of the Eastern Orcs joined the Ghost Fang Waaaagh! Let all of Grand Cathay tremble!

GM’s Note

As a player in the Ghost Fang Waaagh!, you will be playing the part of a Warboss, Bigboss or Shaman in the army of the Ghost Fang. Your task is to do what greenskins do best, mindless violence and destruction! The armies of Cathay are spread to thin and the borders lie open to invasion. Now is the time to jump em, krump em and kick em in da squishy bitz! Dis iz time for a proppa ruckus and Da Ghost Fang Waaaagh! is fa place to do it!

While the Dragon Shield pansies are there to save Cathay, let the Ghost Fang serve to destroy her! While the Dark Pact seeks gains through subterfuge, let the blunt weapons of the Orcs serve as instruments of mayhem. While the Migration seeks only to fill its bellies, feast well on the plunder of Cathay! While the Anointed seeks revenge on the Imperial Army, spin your webs of carnage to ALL of Cathay; don’t stop with one or two villages, the empire as a whole should be reduced to a burning cinder! Join with the other factions, spoil their efforts, just have as much zoggin fun as you can.

Let the realm of Cathay know the might of the greenskins! After all, it is Animosity 4!