With Strings Cut 5
The jungles of Velos were exactly how Boxxy rembered them - verdant, violent, and virulent. Not even the modern era of industry and firearms had been able to ta the unruly continent, though not for a lack of trying. The remains of colossal mobile factories laid scattered across the landscape, their rusting carcasses overgrown with the sa rampant vegetation they had failed to conquer centuries ago. The only thing that ancient push to civilize Velos had accomplished was to give the orcs access to technology that they couldnt have obtained otherwise.
One would think the savage brutes were too stupid to comprehend anything more complex than an axe or a spear. This was true on the individual level, but the orcs collective consciousness was capable of great things if given enough ti and manpower. At first they only took the chanized titans apart for scrap to lt down into bladed weapons, but at so point the greenskins had started putting the pieces back together. With enough trial and error, they had gained enough of an understanding of an Engineers craft to start manufacturing their own guns, explosives, and armored vehicles. Though almost as lethal as their enlightened counterparts, these weapons had one major drawback - they were made by orcs.
The average greenskins equipnt was badly designed, poorly put together, and terribly maintained. When applied to sothing more complex than a sharp piece of tal tied to a stick, these traits turned the savages attempts at firearms into death traps. Their kludged together armants would often jam, malfunction, or backfire, usually in ways that injured their user. On average, only three out of five bullets actually left the barrel of their guns as intended. Furthermore, the greenskins horrendous lack of precision made it so only a quarter of those shots actually hit their intended target.
The greenskins compensated for these flaws the sa way they dealt with all of their shortcomings - through overwhelming numbers, imnse toughness, and an overwhelming disregard for personal safety. While a single orc with a shooty-stick was barely a threat, an entire warband of those maniacs could lay down a truly terrifying amount of firepower. If not for their terrible accuracy and the unreliable nature of weaponry, the greenskins would have surely taken over the continent. Conversely, what they had was just enough to keep the civilized races from exterminating the orcs once and for all.
In short, Bob had done an excellent job making sure that the balance on Velos was maintained. Or so Boxxy assud. It had gotten pretty good at spotting the overseers handiwork. The trick was to look only at the outco without digging into the details. If it seed ludicrous and impossible at first glance, then the God of Chaos made it happen. Orcs adopting just enough technology was one such scenario. Another, more egregious example was the view that Boxxy was looking at.
The Rancid Summit, nestled deep within a particularly toxic part of the Velosian jungle and once ho to the shapeshifters base of operations on the continent, was populated. A village with peculiarly vertical architecture had been built on a large cliff halfway up the small mountain, far above the poisonous vegetation that surrounded it. As if that wasnt weird enough to hint at Bobs involvent, the nature of the settlents residents made it obvious. They were all winged humanoids with feline ears, hawkish eyes, clawed hands, talons for feet, long tails with bushy tufts, and more fur than feathers. Furthermore, they were all attractive females dressed in practical-yet-revealing robe-like garnts. The most surprising thing of all, however, was the fact that soone had carved the cliff that the village rested on into an enormous and strikingly accurate rendition of Jens face.
The Griffin-Harpy village of Haarfen, by dmaxcustom
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