There was twang, a scream and then much laughter. The King sighed, absent mindedly punching the chained captain at his side in the stomach. It was time to roll out, but herding his troll army was proving difficult. Yet another Zombie Troll had just “accidentally” been fired from the Trolbuchet into the Hive outer wall much to the stage four Trolls amusement.
The King had had enough, they would just have to roll with those who had already answered his call. It was time to take the Agent Orange to another hive and infect moar!!
The King gestured at the Big Troll stood at at the Hive gates, with one mighty blow of his axe he broke the lock and pushed open the double height bulkhead doors. The Troll drummer commenced his beat, blood goblets splattering from his Captain skin drums. The Trolls looked up from various deranged acts, and then the King reached out with his right hand and pointed at the open gate. The vastness of the Ash Wastes making even this mighty Troll hoard look insignificant. One of the Necromunda suns shone on the horizon, it’s rays turned orange by dust.
The Kings wagon rolled through the gate, flanked by two chariots, all pulled by hardy Ash Waste Yaks fed on a special diet of Agent Orange. Some Trolls rode the Yaks alone, those Trolls not lucky enough or too stupid to ride ran in between the others.
There was a bang, and then the sound of an engine starting reluctantly. The Troll Hot Air Ballon dropped from the outer hive wall parapet, it’s base grinding on the floor as it’s fall was just stopped before it became a crash. Black acrid smoke followed its erratic path.
The gates swung shut behind this tide of glorious ORANGE!
The Trolls are on the road. Muhahahaha!
The Trolls are on the road!