Something changed in the air the moment T'Kharr fell. Sagrat noticed it instantly and withdrew his forces as the amethyst mist coiled slowly from the fractured pieces of the stone colossus.
They fought their way back to where the rest of the army awaited them. Graznak saluted Sagrat's diminished force.
"Oi!"
"We's done it," Sagrat said.
"Trooth, Trooooooootthhhhh!" came the cries from the lunatic shaman as he hopped on one foot around the camp before running to his brother and falling before him to his knees.
"To da portal Graznak!"
"Mount 'em boyz, yer herd 'im."
"FAST!" screamed the Shaman.
Graznak swang up on Boarest.
"Da fastest of you lot, keep up. Da rest of you follow!" screamed the warboss before putting heels to the flanks and riding as quickly as they could to the Haamacher Plain.
Above the army green and purple clouds formed in the air and they streamed lightning between them. Dark clouds formed too and the skies dissolved into a mass of swirling colours.
Even over the thunder Graznak's brother could be heard screaming. The sound was a mixture of joy and agony and had anyone chanced to look back they would have seen the shaman absorbing bolts of green lightning from the sky. No one did. Retrospection was not a character flaw in orcs.
With the destruction of T'Kharr the magics that the Nine Eyed Summoner was using to limit the ability of the others powers to access the realm of metal collapsed. After trying to batter his way through the barriers Gork, now unleashed, vented his frustration on the powers of Chaos. As energies of Destruction raged through the heavens, Gork's prophet on the ground, inspired by the direct presence of his deity, moved his forces to continue his hunt for the Toof of Gork.
The thunder of the boars hooves and the cackling of gretchin as they bounded along filled the air as the army raced towards the Realm Gate. As they closed in they saw, emerging from behind the ruins of the vast city that had once stood on the plain, a mighty host of chaotic monsters.
Graznak was unfazed. He was sure that even his vanguard would break through the fur clad enemy. Why only one creature among their ranks rose significantly above the heads of the rest and he had two that did that in his army.
The Beastmen advanced to meet him, but seeing the tidal wave of greenskins that flowed towards them they halted and the blow fell with full effect on their ranks.
Squig hoppers quickly surrounded the beast lord, their gnashing teeth taking chunks out of his flesh as their riders desperately hung on and slashed at him where they could. Legs were loped off of ungor skirmishers as they attempted to bar the way of the chariot and the Loonboss leaped among them on his giant cave squig, the beast swallowing an ungor whole before biting the arm off of another, its insatiable appetite only slightly slowing. A third ungor died when it's hooves stepped in some of the squigs leavings and went over backwards, hitting his head on the hard paving stones.
The enemy center was anchored by huge shaggy beasts that thundered their defiance at the greenskins and were quick to slaughter one of the gargants and laid into the squig knights with great fury. While they did, a great mass of Gors descended on the greenskin flank. They were enthusiastic at first, but then Graznak lead his cavalry into them and their enthusiasm for the fight vanished amidst a mass of fur and tusk and choppa.
Routed they left the battle as quickly as they had joined it.
In the center of the fighting the Beastlord succumbed to his injuries, collapsing to the ground in the midst of the bounding, red monsters.
Destructive energy surged around the Greenskin force driving them on to new efforts and soon the last of the minotaurs lay butchered before the greenskin horde.
Only a few chaos elements stood now and in one last, desperate action the shaman called on his dark gods to send him aid. The air was soon filled with a buzzing and the stench of squig droppings and blood was now replaced with the unholy smell of death.
Three daemons of Nurgle atop massive fly-like daemons hovered in the air, casting putrid missiles at the greenskins.
As they charged into the fray the mangler squigs slaughtered the remaining beastmen and the duel between the loonboss and the shaman ended. With only the upper half of his body the shaman tried to crawl away. He managed about five feet before a loop of entrails stopped his progress as it wrapped around a piece of masonry and he bled out.
The flying daemons destroyed a unit of squigs and then were surrounded by the entire enemy army. They were quickly bashed to the ground and their putrescent corpses dissolved into the stone, leaving stinking, black outlines of where they had fallen.
Now nothing lay between Graznak and the Real Gate.
With a mighty WAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! that shook the heavens themselves, the Warboss glowed green with Destructive energy and, throwing caution to the wind, struck Boarest in the flanks with two might kicks and the two tore across the cobblestones and up the short stair case to where the Realm Gate took him.
