"I'z seen some funny looking places before, but dis iz has to be da funniest"
(Grimgor/You POV)
The forest, redder than the blood of stunties after a good krumpin, had led you to a cliff. Overlooking the surrounding area, gave you a idea on where you were. With your crimson eye, spotting some castle in the distance. And with a castle, comes the knights and kings. But you were no fool, a attack on a fortress the size of that would be a high risk of your last fight. Metal birds were flying in and out of the flat part of the castle's grounds. Either the work of magic, or the spiky dwarfs had made some new toys. The dawi-zharr, in the language of the short miners, were the dawi that left their gods to the ruinous powers. Therefor abandoning the Dwarfs and their losing bouts against the greentide. One thing, maybe the only thing, that you can relate to them is the eternal hatred of the Chaos dwarfs. Having a hard laugh, you realized that killing them did the whole Karaz-ankor a favor. Your laugh echoed in the empty forest, the feeling of being alone wasn't really something you felt. You were used to the group of orcs, Da Immortuls, being by your side. "𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙯, 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙯, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙯 𝙮𝙖? 𝙄𝙯 𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙖? 𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙒𝙝𝙮? 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙯 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙯 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙜𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩." You may be alone, but you weren't gonna let their deaths be in vain. They fought with you every damn step of the way, before your waaaggghhh, before the stunties knew you own bloody name, before........NO! DON'T BE SAD! YOU IZ GRIMGOR! GRIMGOR IZ NEVA SAD! Anger and rage flooded from within the your black soul. A groundshaking warcry escaped from beneath bloodstained lips.
"WAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Axe raised, mouth agape, and leaning over the cliff, you roared. Daring anything in hearing distance to bring the fight to Grimgor Ironhide. Nothing, not a whisper of sound, returned it. One sigh later, and you had trodden off once more. Oblivious to the red eyes peering through the lush bushes, watching your every move. After you left, a loud cackle was heard, and then the skipping away of feet.
"Ole' Grimgor, you'z iz wrong about bein alone. Hehehe.....you'z waz neva alone...."
YOU ARE READING
The WAAAAGGGHHH! of Remnant
FantasyGrimgor Reader x RWBY harem. Orcs and goblins fell around you dead. The foul Chaos army had won the battle of Middleheim and your waaggghhh was destroyed by the creatures of the north. Crom stood above your corpse shocked when a light from above sho...
