Bigazdat Suntybita walked out from his tent and looked around the hodge podge of different huts
    and such which was his mercenary band. A couple of gobbos were having a squable in the far
    reaching tent, and a few were too drugged out on fungus brew to care. Mortymor Khan was
    practicing his battle cry at the top of his lungs with an "EI-eieieiei!!!". Zonks, his language was
    annoying, though Bigazdat also wondering how an orc from the Dark Lands came to be known as
    Mortymor. Apparently Khan's cry woke up the Ol' Uzguz. Uzguz strecth for a moment, lifting up his
    eye patch to see about better, a few seconds later he put his patch back down and went back into his
    tent, producing a large stick with a spiky ball attached to it and went into Mortymor's hut. The yelling
    stopped abrubtly and Uzguz went back to bed. Zimbragh the Shamen was deep in meditation in his hut,
    the outline tinted with a green glow.  As surveyed his "partner's" dwellings, Bigazdat saw a
    gobbo running up the hill as fast as he could go.

            He huffed and puffed for a while before he came up  to Bigazdat and shoved a peice of
    parchment into the air.
    "Bigazdat Stuntybita?", it said as if asking for a reply. Bigazdat ripped the paper from his hands and
    gave him fist to the head. The gobbo lay stunned on the ground.
    "Dat's MISTA Stuntybita to you!"
    Bigazdat read a bit with a questioning look before he turned it right side up. He read on, unphased.
    When he was near the end he pronouced and "Oooohh! Caw!".

            Bigazdat took to his speech postion, a big tree trunk with the words "Da Boss" etched on it with
    an arrow pointing up. Some of the more sober warriors recognized he was gonna say something by
    the time he had cleared his throught and ran around trying to gather up everyone for a short meeting.
    When Bigazdat saw that more or less the warband was gathered, he began:
    "Frunds, Orcses, Country---er- pemles, lend me yer ears......" At this some of the weedier gobbos tried
    to take their ears off and throw them at Bigazdat. Only one succeeded and he ducked in time.
    "Dat's dishgustin!" Bigazdat said under his breath.
    "Anyhoo, dis fing ere sez deres a place called Mort-, Uhm, no Mork-, wait 'ere we go." He looked
    down at the paper and sounded out the words phonetically.
    "M-ord-Heem. Mordheem, dat's it. Well, certain gits tell me's dere be good loot un scrapin' around dis
    place. So whadd I'm tryin to sey is anyone wiff me step forward!"

        Some bustled about for a few minutes. They heard rumors that there was a city of loot for the
    taking, but also that there were a lot of other things that no one would even think about.
    Everyone took one step back, but some were not fortunate enough to hear the stories of terror or had
    been choosen through sheer dumb luck.

        A night gobbo who had aparently had his fill of fungus brew and maybe a few 'shrooms was being
    detained by two others, trying to stop him from challenging Bigazdat to a deul. Another gobbo was
    beating him over the head with a squig prodder, having little effect. Zimbragh just now had gotten out
    of his tent and was wondering why everyone was standing strange. Mortymor was nursing a bump on
    his head, shouting something at Uzguz. Uzguz picked at his ears for a second, pronouncing
    "Oi, whaz dat? Speak up ya git!"

        Bigazdat held a hand to his head. Wot a buncha gits! he tought. He beckoned for everyone who
    was standing up to get there gear and come with him. The orcs quietly packed up but some of the
    gobbos were having trouble stuffing mushrooms into every orifice they could and picking up their small
    bows from the weapons rack which had been a bit too high for them in the first place and even the
    squigs were being testy. Mortymor had to bash a few of them over the head before they came quitely.
    Bigazdat picked up his axe he had stripped from a stunty he had eaten. The axe was some payback
    from the stomach ache the dwarf's armor had given him.

        With the warband already Bigazdat told all of them to move out. He had to pop a few gobbos and
    point the other way before they were really off, but things could have been worse. Bigazdat got
    irratated as some of the gobbos had to go to the little greenskin's room behind a tree. He just kept
    chanting "Mork 'elp us, Mork 'elp us, Mork 'elp us, Un Gork too, iffen u's lessenin!"