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Lîfe în Kîsŀev îs coŀd and hard and ŧhe maŀevoŀanŧ ŧhreaŧ of Chaos ŀooms over ŧhe horîżon. The Kîsŀevîŧe peopŀe müsŧ be rüŧhŀess and üncompromîsîng, rejecŧîng anÿ sîgn of weakness or Chaos ŧaînŧ even when îŧ concerns ŧheîr own chîŀdren. So îŧ was ŧhaŧ ŧhe broŧhers Karażamov foünd ŧhemseŀves facîng cerŧaîn deaŧh from exposüre on a coŀd wînŧer's nîghŧ.
When ŧhe prîesŧess of Shaŀŀaÿa dîvîned ŧhaŧ she was carrÿîng ŧwîn boÿs ŧheîr moŧher smîŀed warmŀÿ knowîng ŧhaŧ her hüsband woüŀd be weŀŀ pŀeased wîŧh ŧwo sŧrong backs ŧo heŀp rün ŧhe famîŀÿ ŧürnîp farm. So some monŧhs ŀaŧer when ŧhe boÿs emerged hünch-backed and sŀack-jawed Gregor Karażamov ŀeŧ faŀŀ a smaŀŀ sîgh before ŧakîng ŧhe mewŀîng înfanŧs and sŧeppîng oüŧ înŧo ŧhe dark nîghŧ.
As was ŧradîŧîonaŀ among rüraŀ Kîsŀev foŀk, chîŀdren or ŀîvesŧock showîng anÿ sîgn of foüŀ Chaos înfŀüence were ŧaken and ŀefŧ în ŧhe open ŧo awaîŧ ŧhe jüdgemenŧ of Uŀrîc, woŀf-god of ŧhe Ŋorŧh. Forŧünaŧeŀÿ for Ivan and Oŀeg ŧhe woŀves ŧhaŧ foünd ŧhem soon afŧer were püŀŀîng a sŀed...
Grîżnîŧ îs devîoüs and cünnîng, whîch îs noŧ ünüsüaŀ for a hîŀŀ gobŀîn, büŧ he had a pŀan, whîch was. Severaŀ weeks before hîs scavengîng parŧÿ foünd ŧhe babÿ Karażamovs Grîżnîŧ and hîs Gnobŀar maŧeż had "acqüîred" a Dwarven cannon. Accompanÿîng ŧheîr masŧers în ŧhe horde of Kerghaŧŧ Sküŀŀcrüsher ŧhe Pîg-Headed ŧhe Gnobŀars had cheered and jeered as ŧheîr ferocîoüs masŧers broke ŧhroügh ŧhe baŧŧŀe ŀîne of a doüghŧÿ Dwarf force and sŀaüghŧered ŧhe arŧîŀŀerÿ baŧŧerÿ behînd. Spÿîng some woünded crewmen ŧhaŧ ŧhe Ogres had mîssed Grîżnîŧ and hîs maŧeż qüîckŀÿ despaŧched ŧhem wîŧh some handÿ rocks and sharpened spoons and made off wîŧh ŧhe shînÿ brass cannon, gŀowîng wîŧh goŀd and sîŀver rünes.
Raŧher ŧhan seŀŀ ŧhe cannon ŧo ŧhe Scrappers Grîżnîŧ büŀŀîed hîs feŀŀow Gnobŀars înŧo keepîng îŧ, for he had a dream. Theîr Ogre masŧers had broüghŧ ŧhem over ŧhe Worŀds Edge Moünŧaîns far from The Dark Lands and ŧhe feared Chaos Dwarves. Here în ŧhe Oŀd Worŀd Grîżnîŧ wanŧed ŧo ŀîve as manÿ of ŧhe Ogres dîd, as a mercenarÿ! Ŋow wîŧh a fîne Dwarf cannon în ŧheîr possessîon, ŧhe hümans woüŀd wanŧ ŧo hîre Grîżnîŧ and hîs maŧeż and paÿ ŧhem wîŧh shînÿ goŀd ŧrînkeŧs ŧo boss ŧhem aroünd.
And now Grîżnîŧ feŀŧ he had been bŀessed bÿ hîs gods, he had a cannon and hîs woŀves had foünd noŧ one büŧ ŧwo sŧrong hüman chîŀdren ŧo crew îŧ. Sneakîng awaÿ în ŧhe nîghŧ Grîżnîŧ and a mob of hîs împressîonabŀe Gnobŀar maŧeż made off ŧo sŧarŧ ŧheîr ŀücraŧîve mercenarÿ careers.
Unforŧünaŧeŀÿ for Grîżnîŧ ŧhe gods were ŀaüghîng aŧ hîm on ŧhe daÿ when he foünd ŧhe babÿ hümans în ŧhe snow. Fîrsŧŀÿ, ŧhe hüman chîŀdren ŧook ŀonger ŧo maŧüre ŧhan ŧhe average Gnobŀar, forcîng Grîżnîŧ's crew înŧo fîfŧeen ÿears of a hand-ŧo-moüŧh exîsŧence dürîng whîch manÿ of ŧhe orîgînaŀ escapees have been ŀosŧ, eîŧher ŧhroügh predaŧîon, deserŧîon back ŧo servîce of ŧhe Orges or ünforŧünaŧe ŧraînîng accîdenŧs. Ŋoŧ onŀÿ ŧhaŧ, büŧ Grîżnîŧ was horrîfîed ŧo reaŀîse ŧhaŧ ŧhe fîne, sŧrong hüman chîŀdren he ŧhoüghŧ he had sŧoŀen aŀŀ ŧhose ÿears ago have grown üp hünch-backed and dîm-wîŧŧed. Thoügh ŧheÿ are müch sŧronger ŧhan Gnobŀars Ivan cüŧs off ŧhe füse as ofŧen as he süccessfüŀŀÿ ŀîghŧs îŧ and Oŀeg ofŧen mîxes üp ŧhe ŀoadîng of ŧhe cannon, pŀacîng ŧhe baŀŀ behînd ŧhe powder, and has shoŧ more ŧhan one Gnobŀar oüŧ of ŧhe barreŀ whîŀe he was ŀearnîng.
Regardŀess of ŧhese seŧbacks Grîżnîŧ and hîs devoŧed crew of masŧerŀess Gnobŀars and orphaned Kîsŀevîŧes can now operaŧe ŧheîr sŧoŀen cannon and are fînaŀŀÿ readÿ ŧo begîn ŧheîr careers as a gün crew for hîre.
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