Zufak swelled with pride as he stood on the summit of his Ziggurat and beheld the throng of his Army below him, Zufak had always aspired to be the General of a mighty host and many years of labour both as a minor official in the corrupt government of Golloch the Usurper and latterly in the service of the Hellforged Legion of Brass had served him well in realising his dream. His talent for bribery and extortion had served him well over the last few Years and now finally he could reap the reward. He adjusted the ornate brass breastplate of his ceremonial Armour that marked him out as an Overmaster, he swelled with pride as he hefted his Baton of office and brushed an imaginary speck of dirt from the purple sleeve of his velvet tunic, He was the very image of an Overmaster and his Troops would know it.
He stepped to the edge of the platform and took in the sight below him, rank upon rank of Slave warriors, Death Engines and Tunnel Runners, the best that Money can buy! off to one side were a few small Detachments of Abyssal Dwarf Troops on secondment from the Hellforged Legion Of Brass standing in a dejected manner, well they were lucky to be put under his command, he would show them! he had bribed and bought his way to this appointment and when he was denied the Troops he deserved he had paid to supplement the meagre detachment he had been given with the best that the Slave Caverns and Ironcasters could provide! Too inexperienced to lead and army indeed, call him a pompous little jumped up pretender, eh?
Zufak raised his hands aloft and the muttering of the troops stilled, he cleared his throat,
“Ahem, My Glorious Army, soon we will embark on the ReConquest of these Mountains, where the accursed Free Dwarfs have invaded our hard won lands. Soon they will feel the might of Zufaks Throng, the mightiest and most fearsome army in these Lands!”
Zufak waved his Baton and the Slavedrivers stepped forwards and raised their whips, the Slave troops raised a weak cheer, Zufak waved his Baton again and the Slavedrivers brought the whips down hard. The subsequent round of cheering was much louder.
Zufak was appeased and as his army shuffled off the parade ground towards the gates of the city and Zufak headed to his ornate palanquin he thought only of the glories this campaign would bring, why he may even be numbered among the greatest Generals of the Abyssal Kin, greater even than Azghar and his much vaunted Hellforged Legion of Brass. Zufak smiled at the prospect.
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