Attenborough is a dried up bbc noticeboard for progressive propaganda. Baldemort is much purer than that. I know it was meant as a compliment but delivery of speech does not maketh the man.
the image of a big bad ork boss, brow deeply furrowed in thought, sitting crisscross applesauce on the edge a cliff, just lobbing little grots off it for the ambiance, is downright hilarious
The background squealing and pleading of the flyin-thinkin-grots while Kronan was up to his cunnin' plannin' put a big stupid grin on my face. The whole episode's atmosphere and tone were on another level. Great stuff, Baldermort, really. Appreciate the pointers about deciding on army collection, I'm facing down that choice right now as I pick out what army or armies to start my collection with.
"Kronan began to think" If this is how Orks behave when they use their minds, it's frightening to think what they can accomplish if they all start to think!
_"YOO KIN _*_ROID_*_ IT! YOO KIN _*_FOIT_*_ IT! YOO KIN FOIT _*_WIT_*_ IT! YOO KIN _*_EET_*_ IT!_ *_SQUIGGOTHS A'H POIFIKT!"_* _~ Skrewball, Nob of the Red'Duns_
A few years ago I was helping my parents clean out the garage and guess what we found? Old toys from my toddler days, and guess what was in them? Those cheap plastic dinosaurs we all had that you could buy from any pharmacy or road side stop. Multiple triceratops. After a trip to the local GW for a battlewagon and a weekend lost to my mekboy craze, I had 3 custom built Squiggoths ready to stomp some 'umies! Old toys make for fantastic Ork conversions.
No joke about deep water lobsters. There is one in the Peabody Museum, in Massachusetts that is big as a man. In my hometown we had a ledendary snapping turtle named "Eeom" . Over 100 years old. I once saw him emerge from the depths of the Exeter river. A jaw so big, that could bite your hand clean off.
It’s very rare that anything related to 40K makes me laugh hysterically, but the sound effects when he threw the grot off the cliff made me project my evening iced tea out of my nose. Well done
"I got dah powa of Gork AND Mork! " I think I'm becoming an ork fan... I started reading the Beast Arises novel series and man the Orks are a terrifying force when they get rolling
Imperial Commisar thank you sir! I’m glad that you approve sir! Now that I have your attention, I would like to request a transfer to Commisar Cain’s forces, I believe my life would be spent well in the company of a hero like him sir! For the Emperor sir!
One of my favorite fights from the Warhammer lore is from the book "Conquest of Armageddon" by Jonathan Green. In which, an Emperor's Champion of the Black Templars picks a fight with a squiggoth.
Carron must've been drunk on Fungus beer when he assaulted the Space Marine stronghold... It'd also explain his constant asthma attacks, among other things.
Not going to lie the opening narrative made me laugh at more then a few points and I have needed that. Not to mention I don't consider that something too easy.
Baldermort, I've been watching for a while. You say it often, the universe is rich and deep, since discovering it I have fallen in love with it's lore and mystique. But I'm not sure I would have without your wordsmithing. The care and effort you put into this is greatly appreciated.
As Kronan sat on the edge of the escapement, he threw yet another thinking grot over the edge - yet this time the thought that penetrated his brain was different - the grot he noticed, as it plummeted to its death, was pink and hairless - the thought began to overwhelm everything ... all the cunning plans began to evaporate - he was left only with one thought "Above all, have FUN!" Ennnnd QUOTE. Another brilliant yarn Brother Baldermort, It's a cruel world.
I love this storyline so much ^^ stuff like the "thinking-hat" makes me laugh and puts me in a good mood no matter how bad the previous was... you are a great storyteller boldemort thank you so much for your efforts =D
Orks come in many different types. Here's some: Grots=ankle stabers Sqigs=thigh chompers Boyz=ead smashas Nobz=ead ead smashas Boss=nob puncha And finally Squiggoths=tank chompers! / BAWKSE BASHAS! Seriously these things can eat anything even a nob mega armour (From Dow1 thunderpyker)
This is my next step. I’m sitting on more than 300 infantry, 5 transports, multiple Dreds and Kans, 20 koptas, a Chinork, 6 grot tanks, 3 aircraft and a stompa............. The only logical step left is a gargantuan squigoth.....😁 Waaaaaaaaaaaaaagj DeffSkullz!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As an Inquisitor who’s has years of experience with the Greenskins it’s not truly surprising that they created this monster of war. One must remember that the Greenskins were the major reason why the Galaxy is always aflame with war, and with it they created weapons that destroy entire planets. These beasts are no different from a gun or tank for a Ork, but they truly hold a place in a Waaargh and perhaps a sign of both Ork Gods.
Anirban Chakrabarti Make no mistake of this statement of fact, as a sign of support for these foul Greenskins. Who are you to question my loyalty to the Imperium, I who serve the Imperium for years, one who has done more than my share killing of both the Aliens and Heretics, and to use the most extreme measure of killing me, what are you a coward or worse a traitor.
Humble inquisitor a have searched for this anriban Chakrabarti in the imperial archives and there’s no inquisitor that matches his description I am becoming concerned of his presence how should we react
You Mr. Baldemort owe me a cup of coffee. LOL I tried to take a good hefty drink and in the background I heard the second maybe third 'thinking grot' go over.... just finished cleaning the desk. LOL!!! Awesome content as always good sir! Keep it up :)
Brother, as always: An amazing update! Loved your Ork tale and I can't wait for you to do something with the canonical monsters that are The Beast and his succesor, The Prophet of The WAAAGH!!
I enjoyed every second, every word, every little joke from that tale, but I can't help to think that this is exactly how the Eldars see the Humans "Look... they managed to build a "battleship", it's like a regular ship but...BIGGER... such genius, much wow"
There's something awesome about seeing a big honkin' monster on a tabletop, all painted up. Just imagining all the tracer fire arcing over to it and hitting it while it roars and crushes a tank in its jaws. Don't get me wrong, there's also something awesome about small squads and skirmishes, too.
I LOVE THESE STORIES! They are so good! 🤣 "The fact that his head was sewn on backwards" killed me. That was just the last dot over the i that made it all so typically "Orcish!" Bravo, sir! Perfect!
Brother Baldermort - Another great piece with some support and even wise counsel towards the end, that is particularly appreciated. Never been all that interested in Orks, but the opening description especially the "continued from" had me go back and watch the history and shokk attack gun videos. Awesome stuff!
Baldermort my brother! im in love with your work! This is just so good! All of your stories fill me with such an want to play this game and the tabletop! Thank you for all of your work with this franchise we all love so much. (Sorry for my bad English. im not an native speaker)
Anyone who has been collecting for long enough will have at least two armies just due to the new editions and starter boxes.. And all the old guys have Orks and Space marines. I now have 7 factions and I haven’t even played a real game in 5 years.
"Oi Rollo 'u ruddy git stop chompin on da ol' clanker 'es tellin' storys of da Orkz!" Urk'zokk Rockthroowaaagghh shouting at Rollo his Sqigghound, whos nomming on his old stolen Servitor. Thank you so much love da Orkz great Video again. Ceep calm and WAAAAAAGGHHH 🤘😉👍
SO so so so so glad you got your channel back! This is my favorite playlist out of many favorite videos of yours. It gets me in the right state of mind the night before a MTB rip. You are my favorite RUclips channel. Funny how absence makes the heart realize such things. Keep up the excellent work!!
Still think that at one time an Ork like this one to turn into a Krork, granted first to become like the Beast. Again, brilliant video on a unit in the 40k universe. Always entertaining to listen on the lore on each as well as your stories on each.
You're stories always are the best Baldermort. Loved your video's ever since I first heard about the crew fighting alongside Boneless Bill (the baneblade)
At first I could barely hear it, but then when I finally heard that you kept having the grots falling off the cliff during Kronan's moment of "thinking" I could not stop laughing. Truly Orky. On a side note, will we ever hear more of Orkamedes my favorite Greek mythological greenskin?
NotKnightBean thanks brother Knightbean. You know I try to do things justice when I can. More on Kronan soon. :). . (Psst. Nearly 60k brother. Whoop!). :)
NOT MANY FINGZ IN DIZ WAAAGH!!! CAN YA TRUZT KRONAN, NOT BOYZ, NOT GROTZ, AND SURELY NOT SQUIGZ... *looks down at the dakka in his hands and points at it* DIZ YOO CAN ZOGGIN TRUZT -Previous warboss shortly before being eaten by kronan
'Valerian reached out with his mind, gliding past the ork sentries, flitting down into the back tunnels behind them. It touched on others - some barely sentient, others a teeming gabble of primitive intellects, the lowest orders of the ork genus. They were present here in their hundreds - thousands, even. And finally it came up against a sudden wall of inchoate brute rage and physicality which staggered him.' - Librarian Valerian of the Ultramarines Chapter during the Siege of Zalathras. 'A squiggoth. They were seldom seen by those who lived to speak of it afterwards. Creatures of mindless ferocity, the largest of them had been known to contend with Titans. The orks had indeed saved the best for last. The huge aircraft was shuddering in the sky. Barely a mile away now, its shadow fell over the ork masses below, and they set up a great hoarse roaring, raising their weapons over their heads in exultation at the sight. The squiggoth suspended below the craft was tossing its head and adding a long, gargling roar to the din. Calgar could see the armour plating that had been implanted in its very hide, the gun platform on its back, the great gleaming spurs attached to its feet. It must have weighed eighty or a hundred tons, and its swaying bulk was dragging the battered lifter from side to side in the sky. A lucky missile strike from a platform on the wall got through the darkening void shield, and struck the tailplane of the ork craft. It yawed in the air, the void shields flickered and died, and at once a thousand tracers speared into its scarlet hull. A ripple of bright explosions went down one side, and the aircraft dipped sharply, the nose aimed at the earth below... Boros struck one fist into another at the sight. ‘Yes!’ It was going down. The squiggoth struggled in its harness, bellowing, and fell half-free. Seconds later a final missile streaked into the belly of the aircraft and exploded. The harness was blown asunder. The aircraft fell like a stone, the beast it carried tumbling free of it onto the battlefield below. ‘Take cover!’ Calgar shouted, augmenting his voice so it carried like a klaxon along the walls. The ork craft crashed to earth some four hundred yards short of the walls, striking the wet earth with an enormous staggering concussion that could be felt even through the plascrete foundations of the Vanaheim Gate. It buried itself in the muck, its nose crumpling, the rest of it smashed apart. Seconds later, there was a massive explosion as the engines went up, and a huge, towering fountain of earth and metal was blasted almost a hundred yards into the air. Shards of metal were sent bouncing off the city walls. Others were hurled clear over them to flatten entire habs in the districts beyond. Burning fuel sprayed out in a flaming lake. The ork formations there were torn asunder, body parts blown halfway across the battlefield, scores buried in the muck that rained down in the wake of the crash. There was a stunned moment almost of silence on that part of the field, and then the orks came on again, bellowing with rage. And something hauled itself out of the mire along with them. Something monstrous that towered over them and raised its red maw to howl defiance at the Vanaheim Gate. The squiggoth rose up out of the muck like some primeval monster of nightmare, streaming water, tossing the orks about it aside like toys and trampling them underfoot. It pulled itself free of the crater its fall had created, and looked around, as though striving to find a focus for its rage. ‘Brothers,’ Calgar said over the Ultramarines’ vox, ‘meet me in the shadow of the Gate. We have work to do... Then there was a tremendous crash as the squiggoth hurled itself at the Vanaheim Gate. Fifty feet high, the great beast of the orks absorbed bolter rounds as though they were flea bites. It charged the gate again and again, lowering its armoured head and squealing in bestial rage as it attacked. It was under the lip of the barbican itself, and thus it was difficult to direct fire upon it. Men dropped grenades upon its steaming back from the summit of the Vanaheim, but the orks swept the battlements with a withering fire and drove the defenders there below, into the casemates. The animal was streaming blood from a hundred wounds, but its vitality was undimmed. The broken platform atop its back was smashed and broken, full of the mangled corpses of orks and gretchin, but the armour that had been affixed to its immense bulk remained largely in place, and its ten-foot skull was protected by a great helm-like carapace adorned with horns. It smashed this into the buckled adamantium plates of the gate and tore them loose, buckled the steel underneath as though it were tin, and finally got its horned snout under one gate to tear it free of its hinges. Then it climbed over the wreckage and began to work on the piled barricade behind, while the orks crowded around its feet, oblivious to those it trampled and killed in its berserk rage. Calgar saw the enormous snout root through the girders and rubble and worry them aside. He opened up with the storm bolters on the underside of his power fists, the ancient weapons springing to bright, blazing life, following the targeting reticle in his helm display. As the opening under the Vanaheim grew, so orks began to wriggle past the head of the beast, into the barbican itself, firing bolters and flamers as they came. ‘Brother Antigonus, target the orks with your squad. Mathias, Proxis, mop up any who make it into the street. Brother Orhan, go to the vehicle and make sure it is ready to engage. Brother Valerian, I may need you soon. Stand ready.’ The Ultramarines went to work with the calm implacability of their kind. The infiltrating orks were shot to pieces, one blown up in a cloud of flaming promethium as the tank on his flamer was hit. The fire burned under the gateway, making the smoke-shrouded morning seem as dark as dusk. The squiggoth seemed spurred to greater heights of effort by the flames. Its bellowing was magnified by the towering arch of the gate, a noise that could be felt in the flesh as much as heard. It powered bodily into the rubble, knocking aside the great bracing girders as though they were branches of green wood. Its forefeet appeared, scrabbling at the barrier and pulling it down. Lumps of rockcrete as big as Land Speeders tumbled the barrier and pulling it down. Lumps of rockcrete as big as Land Speeders tumbled down, rolling into the square before the gate. The beast shouldered into the gateway, looming up to dwarf the Ultramarines who stood before it. Calgar aimed his fire at its head. The storm bolter rounds clinked and spat and bit into the animal, blasting free divots of smoking flesh. One eye was blasted out of its socket. But this seemed only to madden the squiggoth further. With a tremendous thrust it smashed clear through the remnants of the barricade, sending boulders and lumps of masonry flying fifty yards through the air. The barricade disintegrated, became a scattering of mounded rubble. And behind the huge beast the orks set up a triumphant roar. For the first time, the way into the city was open to them. ‘Brother Orhan,’ Calgar said, ‘It is time. On me, my brothers. Clear the way.’ The orks were streaming by the hundred around the feet of the huge squiggoth, clambering over the shattered gates and the debris that lay behind them. The beast seemed dazed by its achievement and the punishment it had taken. It stood with its blood making steaming puddles around its feet, gargling in its pain, shaking its mutilated head. Calgar and the Ultramarines split into two lines that went down each side of the street. Still firing with deadly effect into the mob of orks that was pouting around the squiggoth, they went to ground in the ruins. The tarp was pulled off the large angular shape in the roadway behind them by Lascelle and his men, who then quickly sprinted back down the street several hundred yards before taking up their own firing positions. A Colossus siege tank stood there, squat and box-shaped, the black maw of its gun pointed directly into the gateway. It had been heavily restored and modified over the past few weeks. The bombard on its platform had been rebuilt for direct fire. Brother Orhan stood on the open deck of the vehicle. His voice came over the vox. ‘All clear. Firing in three, two, one-’ There was no sound. Just an enormous absence. The Ultramarines were rendered deaf by their auto-senses to protect them, so they did not hear the gargantuan boom that rolled out of the weapon. But they felt the blast-wave. It staggered them, knocking several of them to their knees and blowing others into the sides of nearby buildings. A great pall of smoke and dust mushroomed up, enveloping the entire Vanaheim gate and hundreds of yards of the walls. The concentric blast-waves travelled out in rippling circles. Even on the battlements high above, the militia were deafened and blinded and thrown around in a dark storm of debris. As the initial detonation subsided, so the auto-senses of the Ultramarines came back online. Calgar engaged infrared to peer through the murk, and the outlines of the Vanaheim Gate appeared through it. He stood up. Runes were winking amber on his helm display and he was shrouded in dust, a tawny giant that strode forward alone into the gateway. The squiggoth had been blown to pieces, and there was a line of death and gore reaching out of the gateway for fully five hundred yards...' - An Extract from the 'Clagar's Siege.'
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Love it greetings from germany
The second i heard Kronan, i knew i would be happy
Karima Kadj greetings brother Kadj. :)
Hairy Tiddie thanks brother Tiddle. Hope you liked it. :)
Genuinely the David Attenborough of warhammer great work baldemort
David, Bob Ross, and a dash of Cryptkeeper.
Attenborough is a dried up bbc noticeboard for progressive propaganda. Baldemort is much purer than that. I know it was meant as a compliment but delivery of speech does not maketh the man.
Seconded
The EVIL Attenborough! 😁
@@lokiopensloloc5680 funny we live in a day and age where facts are called "progressive propaganda" 🤣
the image of a big bad ork boss, brow deeply furrowed in thought, sitting crisscross applesauce on the edge a cliff, just lobbing little grots off it for the ambiance, is downright hilarious
The background squealing and pleading of the flyin-thinkin-grots while Kronan was up to his cunnin' plannin' put a big stupid grin on my face. The whole episode's atmosphere and tone were on another level. Great stuff, Baldermort, really. Appreciate the pointers about deciding on army collection, I'm facing down that choice right now as I pick out what army or armies to start my collection with.
"Kronan began to think"
If this is how Orks behave when they use their minds, it's frightening to think what they can accomplish if they all start to think!
Let us hope that never happens. Lol. :).
last time that happened, Krorks were a thing.
I think I'm becoming an orc, that ambiance was very peaceful for thinkin
_"YOO KIN _*_ROID_*_ IT! YOO KIN _*_FOIT_*_ IT! YOO KIN FOIT _*_WIT_*_ IT! YOO KIN _*_EET_*_ IT!_
*_SQUIGGOTHS A'H POIFIKT!"_*
_~ Skrewball, Nob of the Red'Duns_
A few years ago I was helping my parents clean out the garage and guess what we found? Old toys from my toddler days, and guess what was in them? Those cheap plastic dinosaurs we all had that you could buy from any pharmacy or road side stop. Multiple triceratops. After a trip to the local GW for a battlewagon and a weekend lost to my mekboy craze, I had 3 custom built Squiggoths ready to stomp some 'umies!
Old toys make for fantastic Ork conversions.
Best part of Ork models is the more crazy going on, the more Orkie it is.
The "NO No no nooooooooooooooooooooo" was priceless.
That made my day. TY uncle Baldy!
If this ork continues to thunk like this then he'll outsmart even a primarch XDDD
Squiggoth is what spawns when you leave a lobster in the fridge for ten thousand years.
Beacuse, you know, mould is a fungi = mushroom.
Bebo cowboy had a baby squiggoths ep
No joke about deep water lobsters. There is one in the Peabody Museum, in Massachusetts that is big as a man. In my hometown we had a ledendary snapping turtle named "Eeom" . Over 100 years old. I once saw him emerge from the depths of the Exeter river. A jaw so big, that could bite your hand clean off.
Showing Warcraft Orcs on an Orks vid is level 10 heresy.
He's the Waaaghlord of Draenor
No self respecting ork would follow him not green enough.
@@forgetfulfour7194 orange Ork? What the zog is this shit?
@@CBRN-115 40k spray tan
All I see are dirty Zeno targets
It’s very rare that anything related to 40K makes me laugh hysterically, but the sound effects when he threw the grot off the cliff made me project my evening iced tea out of my nose. Well done
Jacob Levy thanks brother. :). Really went for light laughs with Kronan. A balm in a rather difficult time to all was the goal. :).
The head down on backward bit go me he he.
Orks, everyone's favorite mushroom men. You know most people aren't big on fungus but I hear it grows on you.
I'm sure Kronan would be a pretty fungi.
The looted Ork 'trojan attempt' is so funny! I have never wanted a 40k mini-series more...
"I got dah powa of Gork AND Mork! "
I think I'm becoming an ork fan... I started reading the Beast Arises novel series and man the Orks are a terrifying force when they get rolling
Or as we like to call them, targets.
Worthy skulls
hu. lol
Big targets!
@@JohnWhiteHere that's the spirit guardsman! The bigger the horror the easier it is to shoot!
Imperial Commisar thank you sir! I’m glad that you approve sir! Now that I have your attention, I would like to request a transfer to Commisar Cain’s forces, I believe my life would be spent well in the company of a hero like him sir! For the Emperor sir!
"Lets get dis Waaaagh goin'! WAAAAAAAAGH!!" -Gorgutz 'Ear 'Unter
Conan + warhammer40k = something undreamed of. Love all the Conan references!
The 'thinkin' Grots being tossed off the cliff in the background was hilarious. Great story telling
One of my favorite fights from the Warhammer lore is from the book "Conquest of Armageddon" by Jonathan Green.
In which, an Emperor's Champion of the Black Templars picks a fight with a squiggoth.
@@ConfusedGuardsman to quote:
"Because they are absolute Lunatics."
So a thunder clap from the backside of Gork and Mork hit him. I love fart jokes.
OI DAZ A GOOD LOOKIN' SQUIG
1:38 HE REFERENCED THE MEME!!!! YES THE COWARDS THE FOOLS!!!!! WE SHALL TAKE AWAY THEIR METAL BAWKSES!!!!
Watch the video about the shock attack gun.
There they were called bawkses to.
Carron must've been drunk on Fungus beer when he assaulted the Space Marine stronghold... It'd also explain his constant asthma attacks, among other things.
Not going to lie the opening narrative made me laugh at more then a few points and I have needed that. Not to mention I don't consider that something too easy.
This was a much needed laugh! Especially the part about the human muppet!
Thanks brother Rabbit. Really tried to go for jolly today. :)
Attention GW boss boys u need to hire this smart talkin humanie to write your star talking books as Gork or Mork smiles on him
Baldermort, I've been watching for a while. You say it often, the universe is rich and deep, since discovering it I have fallen in love with it's lore and mystique. But I'm not sure I would have without your wordsmithing. The care and effort you put into this is greatly appreciated.
Cronan, what is best in life?
"To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you and to hear the lamentations of the humies."
As Kronan sat on the edge of the escapement, he threw yet another thinking grot over the edge - yet this time the thought that penetrated his brain was different - the grot he noticed, as it plummeted to its death, was pink and hairless - the thought began to overwhelm everything ... all the cunning plans began to evaporate - he was left only with one thought "Above all, have FUN!" Ennnnd QUOTE. Another brilliant yarn Brother Baldermort, It's a cruel world.
Lol!!!! Thanks brother Silva as always. :) :)
Love the character of Kronan 😂you sir are a gentleman but Kronan is the skolar 👏🏻👏🏻
I love this storyline so much ^^ stuff like the "thinking-hat" makes me laugh and puts me in a good mood no matter how bad the previous was... you are a great storyteller boldemort thank you so much for your efforts =D
I need to get me some thinking grots.
Baldemort i look out to your videos. I work in health care. And lissen them with clients who are verry sick. They love them. Keep going!!!!
:::gargantuan Squiggoth stampedes into the firebase:::
"SQUEE!!!!! IT'S SO CUTE, I WANNA MAKE IT MY PET!!!" - Catachan Guardsman
Good old Orky Kunning, da oomies never stood a chance.
I need a soundtrack of just thinking grots going over the cliff, I think it would indeed make thinking of weighty matters easier.
Thinking grots squealing as they fell was hilarious, and two plans! So much cunnin’!
These ork stories are great the simple plans being so verbose and amazing is just spot on
Orks come in many different types.
Here's some:
Grots=ankle stabers
Sqigs=thigh chompers
Boyz=ead smashas
Nobz=ead ead smashas
Boss=nob puncha
And finally
Squiggoths=tank chompers! / BAWKSE BASHAS!
Seriously these things can eat anything even a nob mega armour
(From Dow1 thunderpyker)
That Conan intro though. I was halfway expecting to see Arnie at one point of the video or other. :D
A time where Garosh Hellscream ruled Orgrimar with an iron fist
Honestly one of the best parts of this hobby is getting to here your story’s
Rare praise brother. Thank you. I shall try not to let you down. :)
The background screaming of the grots really do add to thinkin'. Really chuckled at that bit. Thanks for that
This is my next step. I’m sitting on more than 300 infantry, 5 transports, multiple Dreds and Kans, 20 koptas, a Chinork, 6 grot tanks, 3 aircraft and a stompa.............
The only logical step left is a gargantuan squigoth.....😁
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaagj DeffSkullz!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Baldemort is the type of guy to read a quarter hour long story and then say "welcome" when the video is almost over.
Great as always! 👌😂
"Sit Ubu sit. Good dog"
"woof"
The sound effects for Orkie thinking are brilliant!!!
As an Inquisitor who’s has years of experience with the Greenskins it’s not truly surprising that they created this monster of war. One must remember that the Greenskins were the major reason why the Galaxy is always aflame with war, and with it they created weapons that destroy entire planets. These beasts are no different from a gun or tank for a Ork, but they truly hold a place in a Waaargh and perhaps a sign of both Ork Gods.
Anirban Chakrabarti Make no mistake of this statement of fact, as a sign of support for these foul Greenskins. Who are you to question my loyalty to the Imperium, I who serve the Imperium for years, one who has done more than my share killing of both the Aliens and Heretics, and to use the most extreme measure of killing me, what are you a coward or worse a traitor.
Humble inquisitor a have searched for this anriban Chakrabarti in the imperial archives and there’s no inquisitor that matches his description I am becoming concerned of his presence how should we react
The gaming Sentinel With extreme prejudice, and righteous fury.
Yes Inquisitor Garza assassin gray knight or do you want me to do it
Anirban Chakrabarti secret inquisitor I have no idea they were a thing then again I’m just an accolade
I feel like a little kid during story time whenever I hear these lore videos.
You Mr. Baldemort owe me a cup of coffee. LOL I tried to take a good hefty drink and in the background I heard the second maybe third 'thinking grot' go over.... just finished cleaning the desk. LOL!!! Awesome content as always good sir! Keep it up :)
Brother, as always: An amazing update! Loved your Ork tale and I can't wait for you to do something with the canonical monsters that are The Beast and his succesor, The Prophet of The WAAAGH!!
I enjoyed every second, every word, every little joke from that tale, but I can't help to think that this is exactly how the Eldars see the Humans
"Look... they managed to build a "battleship", it's like a regular ship but...BIGGER... such genius, much wow"
Probably actually. Lol. Well put. :)
There's something awesome about seeing a big honkin' monster on a tabletop, all painted up. Just imagining all the tracer fire arcing over to it and hitting it while it roars and crushes a tank in its jaws.
Don't get me wrong, there's also something awesome about small squads and skirmishes, too.
I'm just going to upvote this now. I won't have time to watch it before lunch, but I know it's gonna be solid gold.
I need me sum finkin' grots!
I love orks so much ! The fact that he was stupid but really became cuning when they were enough is awesome.
I LOVE THESE STORIES!
They are so good! 🤣
"The fact that his head was sewn on backwards" killed me. That was just the last dot over the i that made it all so typically "Orcish!"
Bravo, sir! Perfect!
This is magnificent and hilarious in equal measure
Brother Baldermort - Another great piece with some support and even wise counsel towards the end, that is particularly appreciated. Never been all that interested in Orks, but the opening description especially the "continued from" had me go back and watch the history and shokk attack gun videos. Awesome stuff!
The backwards head part made me chuckle I love orks great video the editing has come a long way :)
These mega mushrooms seem like really fun guys.
Baldermort my brother! im in love with your work! This is just so good! All of your stories fill me with such an want to play this game and the tabletop! Thank you for all of your work with this franchise we all love so much. (Sorry for my bad English. im not an native speaker)
Ok, this story was fantastic, so rich and once again brilliantly articulated by our most excellent chronicler, Baldermort. Well done, sir!
Hammond thanks brother Hammond. A lot. :)
I love the human puppet scene
Anyone who has been collecting for long enough will have at least two armies just due to the new editions and starter boxes..
And all the old guys have Orks and Space marines.
I now have 7 factions and I haven’t even played a real game in 5 years.
Today I learned about Squigoths and also cracked me up.
Awesome as always.
Right off the bat, a big Ork chilling on his throne.
always jazzed to see ork content; they're the happiest boys in the universe!
"Oi Rollo 'u ruddy git stop chompin on da ol' clanker 'es tellin' storys of da Orkz!" Urk'zokk Rockthroowaaagghh shouting at Rollo his Sqigghound, whos nomming on his old stolen Servitor.
Thank you so much love da Orkz great Video again.
Ceep calm and WAAAAAAGGHHH 🤘😉👍
that opening....perfect!
+10 for the Conan intro
This was tremendous fun baldermort 😁
Keep up these lore videos! I finally decided to start my own army and love to listen to them while I work. Thank you.
I know nothing about orks, so I have no jokes, but this is a good start
All you need to know is Da Orks is da best
SO so so so so glad you got your channel back! This is my favorite playlist out of many favorite videos of yours. It gets me in the right state of mind the night before a MTB rip. You are my favorite RUclips channel. Funny how absence makes the heart realize such things. Keep up the excellent work!!
Cheers from Australia Baldermort!
Still think that at one time an Ork like this one to turn into a Krork, granted first to become like the Beast.
Again, brilliant video on a unit in the 40k universe. Always entertaining to listen on the lore on each as well as your stories on each.
You're stories always are the best Baldermort. Loved your video's ever since I first heard about the crew fighting alongside Boneless Bill (the baneblade)
Thanks brother. Just light entertainment. :) :)
Orks are the only species who can break yet, maintain reality in the mind of other species.
I love how quickly baldemort can go from imitating in ork to using the exact technical terms for various different pieces of armor.
Is it just me or when Baldermort said *two plans*, funniest shit I've heard in a while. 😂😂😂
At first I could barely hear it, but then when I finally heard that you kept having the grots falling off the cliff during Kronan's moment of "thinking" I could not stop laughing. Truly Orky.
On a side note, will we ever hear more of Orkamedes my favorite Greek mythological greenskin?
In the polish translation of DoW Squiggoth was "Rozgniatacz" meaning "Crusher". And oh, it was scary.
Great vid, thanks Baldermort.
You do a great job with ork lore. I wanna hear more about this cunning fellow.
Thank you brother. I intend many more. Really glad you liked it. :) b
KRONAN THE KRORK!!!!!! when you finally do a entry on the krorks, lead up with a bunch of different stories that lets Kronan become a krork
Wanna know ow Kronan got so kunnin? 'E ATE HIS ZOGGIN CEREAL! WWWAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!
Loving the Conan Introduction. Works perfectly! :)
That squeal is bloody orksome, Brother.
These little orc stories bring a smile to my face and I am a sister player.
But nothing quit show the silly and over the top as orcs done right.
You got to love kronan.
He is just everything I love about orks.
NotKnightBean thanks brother Knightbean. You know I try to do things justice when I can. More on Kronan soon. :). .
(Psst. Nearly 60k brother. Whoop!). :)
@@Baldermort and as always a massive congratulations to you on the achievement.
NOT MANY FINGZ IN DIZ WAAAGH!!! CAN YA TRUZT KRONAN, NOT BOYZ, NOT GROTZ, AND SURELY NOT SQUIGZ...
*looks down at the dakka in his hands and points at it*
DIZ YOO CAN ZOGGIN TRUZT
-Previous warboss shortly before being eaten by kronan
Those first few seconds! Fantastic!!
Absolutely 10/10 grot voice.
Dude, I love this story of how the ork prepares himself to think.
You are upping your game and its showing. Keep being awesome.
Bro, you should do more stories!!! They are by far your best work!
Lol so listen . really like that intro dawg 😂🤙🏽
I have decided to hijack this "Cronan" for my dnd game, and there ain't nuffin' you can do ta stop me!
Fair. :)
'Valerian reached out with his mind, gliding past the ork sentries, flitting down into the back tunnels behind them. It touched on others - some barely sentient, others a teeming gabble of primitive intellects, the lowest orders of the ork genus. They were present here in their hundreds - thousands, even. And finally it came up against a sudden wall of inchoate brute rage and physicality which staggered him.' - Librarian Valerian of the Ultramarines Chapter during the Siege of Zalathras.
'A squiggoth. They were seldom seen by those who lived to speak of it afterwards. Creatures of mindless ferocity, the largest of them had been known to contend with Titans. The orks had indeed saved the best for last. The huge aircraft was shuddering in the sky. Barely a mile away now, its shadow fell over the ork masses below, and they set up a great hoarse roaring, raising their weapons over their heads in exultation at the sight. The squiggoth suspended below the craft was tossing its head and adding a long, gargling roar to the din. Calgar could see the armour plating that had been implanted in its very hide, the gun platform on its back, the great gleaming spurs attached to its feet. It must have weighed eighty or a hundred tons, and its swaying bulk was dragging the battered lifter from side to side in the sky. A lucky missile strike from a platform on the wall got through the darkening void shield, and struck the tailplane of the ork craft. It yawed in the air, the void shields flickered and died, and at once a thousand tracers speared into its scarlet hull. A ripple of bright explosions went down one side, and the aircraft dipped sharply, the nose aimed at the earth below... Boros struck one fist into another at the sight. ‘Yes!’ It was going down. The squiggoth struggled in its harness, bellowing, and fell half-free. Seconds later a final missile streaked into the belly of the aircraft and exploded. The harness was blown asunder. The aircraft fell like a stone, the beast it carried tumbling free of it onto the battlefield below. ‘Take cover!’ Calgar shouted, augmenting his voice so it carried like a klaxon along the walls. The ork craft crashed to earth some four hundred yards short of the walls, striking the wet earth with an enormous staggering concussion that could be felt even through the plascrete foundations of the Vanaheim Gate. It buried itself in the muck, its nose crumpling, the rest of it smashed apart. Seconds later, there was a massive explosion as the engines went up, and a huge, towering fountain of earth and metal was blasted almost a hundred yards into the air. Shards of metal were sent bouncing off the city walls. Others were hurled clear over them to flatten entire habs in the districts beyond. Burning fuel sprayed out in a flaming lake. The ork formations there were torn asunder, body parts blown halfway across the battlefield, scores buried in the muck that rained down in the wake of the crash. There was a stunned moment almost of silence on that part of the field, and then the orks came on again, bellowing with rage. And something hauled itself out of the mire along with them. Something monstrous that towered over them and raised its red maw to howl defiance at the Vanaheim Gate. The squiggoth rose up out of the muck like some primeval monster of nightmare, streaming water, tossing the orks about it aside like toys and trampling them underfoot. It pulled itself free of the crater its fall had created, and looked around, as though striving to find a focus for its rage. ‘Brothers,’ Calgar said over the Ultramarines’ vox, ‘meet me in the shadow of the Gate. We have work to do...
Then there was a tremendous crash as the squiggoth hurled itself at the Vanaheim Gate. Fifty feet high, the great beast of the orks absorbed bolter rounds as though they were flea bites. It charged the gate again and again, lowering its armoured head and squealing in bestial rage as it attacked. It was under the lip of the barbican itself, and thus it was difficult to direct fire upon it. Men dropped grenades upon its steaming back from the summit of the Vanaheim, but the orks swept the battlements with a withering fire and drove the defenders there below, into the casemates. The animal was streaming blood from a hundred wounds, but its vitality was undimmed. The broken platform atop its back was smashed and broken, full of the mangled corpses of orks and gretchin, but the armour that had been affixed to its immense bulk remained largely in place, and its ten-foot skull was protected by a great helm-like carapace adorned with horns. It smashed this into the buckled adamantium plates of the gate and tore them loose, buckled the steel underneath as though it were tin, and finally got its horned snout under one gate to tear it free of its hinges. Then it climbed over the wreckage and began to work on the piled barricade behind, while the orks crowded around its feet, oblivious to those it trampled and killed in its berserk rage. Calgar saw the enormous snout root through the girders and rubble and worry them aside. He opened up with the storm bolters on the underside of his power fists, the ancient weapons springing to bright, blazing life, following the targeting reticle in his helm display. As the opening under the Vanaheim grew, so orks began to wriggle past the head of the beast, into the barbican itself, firing bolters and flamers as they came. ‘Brother Antigonus, target the orks with your squad. Mathias, Proxis, mop up any who make it into the street. Brother Orhan, go to the vehicle and make sure it is ready to engage. Brother Valerian, I may need you soon. Stand ready.’ The Ultramarines went to work with the calm implacability of their kind. The infiltrating orks were shot to pieces, one blown up in a cloud of flaming promethium as the tank on his flamer was hit. The fire burned under the gateway, making the smoke-shrouded morning seem as dark as dusk. The squiggoth seemed spurred to greater heights of effort by the flames. Its bellowing was magnified by the towering arch of the gate, a noise that could be felt in the flesh as much as heard. It powered bodily into the rubble, knocking aside the great bracing girders as though they were branches of green wood. Its forefeet appeared, scrabbling at the barrier and pulling it down. Lumps of rockcrete as big as Land Speeders tumbled the barrier and pulling it down. Lumps of rockcrete as big as Land Speeders tumbled down, rolling into the square before the gate. The beast shouldered into the gateway, looming up to dwarf the Ultramarines who stood before it. Calgar aimed his fire at its head. The storm bolter rounds clinked and spat and bit into the animal, blasting free divots of smoking flesh. One eye was blasted out of its socket. But this seemed only to madden the squiggoth further. With a tremendous thrust it smashed clear through the remnants of the barricade, sending boulders and lumps of masonry flying fifty yards through the air. The barricade disintegrated, became a scattering of mounded rubble. And behind the huge beast the orks set up a triumphant roar. For the first time, the way into the city was open to them. ‘Brother Orhan,’ Calgar said, ‘It is time. On me, my brothers. Clear the way.’ The orks were streaming by the hundred around the feet of the huge squiggoth, clambering over the shattered gates and the debris that lay behind them. The beast seemed dazed by its achievement and the punishment it had taken. It stood with its blood making steaming puddles around its feet, gargling in its pain, shaking its mutilated head. Calgar and the Ultramarines split into two lines that went down each side of the street. Still firing with deadly effect into the mob of orks that was pouting around the squiggoth, they went to ground in the ruins. The tarp was pulled off the large angular shape in the roadway behind them by Lascelle and his men, who then quickly sprinted back down the street several hundred yards before taking up their own firing positions. A Colossus siege tank stood there, squat and box-shaped, the black maw of its gun pointed directly into the gateway. It had been heavily restored and modified over the past few weeks. The bombard on its platform had been rebuilt for direct fire. Brother Orhan stood on the open deck of the vehicle. His voice came over the vox. ‘All clear. Firing in three, two, one-’ There was no sound. Just an enormous absence. The Ultramarines were rendered deaf by their auto-senses to protect them, so they did not hear the gargantuan boom that rolled out of the weapon. But they felt the blast-wave. It staggered them, knocking several of them to their knees and blowing others into the sides of nearby buildings. A great pall of smoke and dust mushroomed up, enveloping the entire Vanaheim gate and hundreds of yards of the walls. The concentric blast-waves travelled out in rippling circles. Even on the battlements high above, the militia were deafened and blinded and thrown around in a dark storm of debris. As the initial detonation subsided, so the auto-senses of the Ultramarines came back online. Calgar engaged infrared to peer through the murk, and the outlines of the Vanaheim Gate appeared through it. He stood up. Runes were winking amber on his helm display and he was shrouded in dust, a tawny giant that strode forward alone into the gateway. The squiggoth had been blown to pieces, and there was a line of death and gore reaching out of the gateway for fully five hundred yards...' - An Extract from the 'Clagar's Siege.'