Index Xenos: Da Kamp [IG 2020]

[Lexington]

Among the uproarious and violent society of the Orks, there is perhaps nothing so rare as a lasting institution. Greenskin culture does not hold much truck with continuity, and an organization is only as good as its last victory. In this way, the infamous mercenary marketplace known as Da Kamp stands apart, having established itself as a bastion of reliable stability within the chaotic bounds of Ork space.

Da Kamp is home to a variety of mercenaries, all available for hire to raiding parties, warbands and even Waaaghs! From across the galaxy, discerning Bosses of all sorts come to see a microcosm of all the specialized violence that exists throughout Orkdom, and to add a bit of temporary muscle to their own forces while they’re at it. All of this is somewhat extraordinary on its own, but even more so are Da Kamp’s origins, which lie in a tale of blood, betrayal and a dire wish on its founder’s behalf to avoid responsibility.

The Call of the Waaagh!

The story of Da Kamp truly begins with Waaagh! Grakkzard and a young Evil Sunz Warboss by the name of Zagdakka. Like most Ork leaders with a healthy sense of ambition, Zagdakka had long dreamed of someday joining his rag-tag Red Raiderz warband to a great and thunderous Waaagh!, sailing through the stars and setting whole worlds aflame. When Grakkzard and his armies came through the Raiderz’ home sector, every Ork in the tribe felt the undeniable psychic pull to war and readily joined the Grand Warlord’s cause. To Zagdakka, it seemed that destiny had finally arrived.

After a few months, however, it became clear that life in an Ork holy war was not particularly compatible with the Raiderz’ freewheeling lifestyle. Being bossed about during long journeys through space on the whims of unseen masters grated at the warband’s independent sensibilities, and the Raiderz’ often expressed that resentment by antagonizing the closest Ork gangs on their carrier ship. On more than one occasion, this boiled over into open violence, the screeching sounds of tires and howls of war cries echoed throughout the starcraft as the Raiderz clashed with their neighbors.

Zagdakka, determined to press on in search of glory and legend, eventually cracked enough skulls to keep his boyz in check. Despite this, the young Boss was as susceptible to listlessness as any other Ork, and before long, began butting heads with Grakkzard’s own command structure out of little more than pure boredom. Within the Waaagh!, Zagdakka was branded a troublemaker, and his gang was increasingly isolated from others in an attempt to keep order. The threat of internal strife loomed as the warband found itself without any external force to vent its frustration, and Zagdakka’s long hold on his own tribe was suddenly a fairly precarious concept.

Things might have turned out very differently if the Waaagh! had not soon found a target in the Imperial world of Balmar. Lying at a crossroads of the Kalador sector’s trade routes, Balmar was protected by significant defensive forces, and the Orks soon found themselves embroiled in open war. This was to be a turning point, both for the Waaagh!, and for Zagdakka himself, though not in the way that he had imagined.

Betrayal at Halmar’s Gulch

With a proper scrap before them, Zagdakka and his crew forgot their irritation and threw themselves headlong into battle. The Red Raiderz proved themselves to be an invaluable addition to Grakkzard’s Waaagh!, providing a highly competent mobile force capable of launching lightning assaults against superior enemy positions and coming out on top. In the Durath Plains, the warband cleverly navigated the ferocious desert sandstorms and launched a surprise attack that devastated an Imperial armored column. At Bork’s Point, it was the Red Raiderz’ Dakkajets that clashed with Commander Hellborne’s squadron of Lightnings, finally bringing down the renown pilot in a fireball that landed squarely within the Imperial ground forces. In a crowning moment, it was Zagdakka himself who led the charge into the Steelcap Brigade’s flank, and finally scattered the tenacious Guard regiment after weeks of unbreakable resistance. Within the Waaagh!, the Red Raiderz’ star was surely on the rise.

Still, the assault on Balmar dragged on, and the Orks’ initial advantage soon faded as local Imperial forces added their weight to the world’s defense. As a long and vicious war of attrition began, enthusiasm turned to grim determination in the greenskin ranks. With morale failing throughout his Waaagh, Grakkzard saw an opportunity for a much-needed victory in Halmar’s Gulch. Over the course of the war, a bastion holding the single pass through otherwise unscalable canyon walls had become a famed point of Imperial resistance, and guarded a valuable supply route. Grakkzard’s declaration went out - the Gulch would fall.

The Red Raiderz were paired with Krumpsnik’z Krusherz, led by the titular Krumpsnik, a Blood Axe warboss with a penchant for pairing sabotage with overwhelming firepower. The plan was a simple one - the Raiderz’ spearhead attack would divert the Imperial defenders from Krumpsnik’s forces, who would then reveal from hidden positions and pound the bastion with withering fire, clearing the way for heavy armor to sweep away whatever was left.

On the day of the assault, the Red Raiderz gathered at the edges of Ork territory, and made their preparations. Before they could begin, however, scouting parties returned with grave news: the bastion was in the process of receiving heavy reinforcements, perhaps in prediction of the Ork attack. What was to be an easy and overwhelming victory suddenly looked to be a real fight. Orders came down from Grakkzard to proceed regardless, and Zagdakka ordered the charge.

The support he was counting on never came. Even as the Raiderz began their war-cries and gunned their engines, Krumpsnik and his Krusherz were abandoning their positions and fleeing to safety. Too late, the Red Raiderz found themselves rushing headlong into the teeth of an Imperial gunline, and were massacred. Zagdakka himself lost an arm in the process, and was carried away, half-conscious, on the back of a bullet-ridden Trukk as his warband made a hasty, bloody retreat.

After recuperating from his injuries, Zagdakka confronted Krumpsnik, who nonchalantly explained that he and his boyz simply remembered that the assault had coincided with the day of The Emperor’s Divine Ascension, and that they needed to observe a day of rest in accordance with Blood Axe kultur. An unfortunate mishap, he claimed, with a crocodile grin. In response, Zagdakka nodded thoughtfully, and proceeded to nonchalantly beat the Blood Axe boss to within an inch of his life. Having thoroughly soured on the concept of Waaaghs!, Zagdakka and his boyz commandeered a lone Kroozer and made a hasty departure from Grakkzard’s confederation.

Krumpsnik’s Revenge

After abandoning the Waaagh!, the Red Raiderz returned to a life of looting and scavenging, this time among the far-flung outposts of the sector, far from the hardened defenses of Balmar. Cruising from world to world in Da Blizen, they became a minor terror to their small part of space, a situation that suited Zagdakka just fine. He had no intention of getting involved in the complex intrigues of a Waaagh! ever again, and was content to simply cause minor havoc on his own terms. This was a happy time for the Red Raiderz.

It did not last for long.

It was on Phage’s Post that the past finally caught up with Zagdakka and his crew. In the way of all Waaaghs!, Grakkzard’s leadership faltered in the face of lost momentum, his forces splintering in explosions of acrimony and internecine violence. As the Waaagh! fractured, Grakkzard’s underlings vied with each other to keep control of the largest factions. One of the most successful had been Krumpsnik himself, who had taken command of several elements within the dissipating Waaagh! through a combination of diplomacy, strong-arm tactics and outright skullduggery.

Still smarting from the beating he’d taken at Zagdakka’s hands, Krumpsnik had tracked the Red Raiderz to Phage’s Post seeking vengeance, hoping to humble the Evil Sunz warband and absorb them into his own burgeoning force. The Raiderz fought back, but they were hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned. It would only have been a matter of time before they succumbed to Krumpsnik’s will, if not for an unexpected intervention.

A distress call from Phage’s Post sent during the Red Raiderz’ initial invasion had reached the wider Imperium. Eager to head off any further greenskin activity in the sector after the devastation of Grakkzard’s attack, a detachment of the Imperial Navy and whole regiments of Guard were dispatched in sufficient numbers to decisively end the small raiding party that had invaded the Post. Breaking back into realspace, they found to their dismay a full fleet of Ork battleships and support vessels surrounding the planet, ready for war. The two battlegroups engaged, and ground forces were brought planetside as the Imperials sought to wipe out all greenskin presence on the world.

The three-way war that followed was short, strange and included several shifting alliances. In the end, Krumpsnik was dead, the Imperial armada was in retreat, and Zagdakka was left the sudden, unintentional conqueror of an enormous greenskin army. Reluctantly, he took command of what was left of Krumpsnik’s fleet, and set off to continue his pillaging.

No Ork with Zagdakka’s newfound resources, however, goes unnoticed. Before long, the armada of greenskins was harassed at every turn by Ork bosses with a mind for glory and conquest. This became a compounding problem as defeated rival forces inevitably found themselves joining the already unwieldy fleet out of a lack of anything better to do. With more Orks came ever larger supply requirements, ever greater demands for armament and ever louder calls for sacking whole worlds, all in the name of glory Like it or not, Zagdakka had a burgeoning Waaagh! on his hands.

Despairing at his circumstances, Zagdakka wracked his brain for solutions, torn between the desire to live free from the tangles of politics and strife that came with a Waaagh!, and the prideful need to keep what he had earned through blood and toil. He certainly had no wish to start another Waaagh! Leaving aside the boredom, isolation and betrayal he’d experienced, the simple logistical nightmare of corralling and directing ran directly counter to his own fairly small-scale ambitions. Zagdakka had to admit to himself that he was simply not the sort of Ork who felt the need to burn his own name into history at the head of an unconquerable horde. All he truly wanted was to lead his own band of Orks across space in a haze of violence. Given his druthers, he knew, he would rather leave all the headaches of organizing to someone else.

That’s when Zagdakka had an idea.

Da Kamp

Returning his fleet to Ork-held space, Zagdakka made landing on the feral world of Kazzarak and unveiled his grand plan - Da Kamp. At Da Kamp, the hodge-podge collection of tribes, warbands, freebooters and other associated greenskins that had flocked to his banner would be free to sell their services to the highest bidder, contracting out their work and keeping the profits - aside from a small managerial consideration, of course.

Management of Da Kamp’s finances is overseen by a truly stunning army of Sumboyz, an overlapping, self-policing structure of accounts and payments that may, in fact, be the one example of a fully-functional bureaucracy in all of Ork history. While the threat of embezzlement by an unscrupulous Sumboy might normally be a worry, the byzantine system of double and triple-checking statements and frequent blind financial review processes ensure that such behavior is, if not eliminated, at least kept to a bare minimum.

Nominally, Zagdakka remains the owner and proprietor of Da Kamp, but is largely absent from day-to-day affairs. Between Da Kamp’s self-perpetuating nature and independent warbands providing profits, there is, in truth, very little in the way of administrative overhead. This is all very much by design, as it leaves Zagdakka free which is very much by design. Instead, Zagdakka spends most of his time leading the Red Raiderz on paid errands of mindless Orky violence. He’d have it no other way.

Sitting at the nexus of several Ork empires, the feral world of Kazzarak would seem to be an easy prize for any warlord. Rich with natural resources and a temperate climate, it would be a fine staging ground for invasion fleets and expansionary efforts. None of this is lost on the rulers of the surrounding territory, but one thing has kept the world free from conquest - the feral Ork tribes that populate Kazzarak are seemingly unconquerable.

How or why a population of feral Orks has managed to remain on the world is a matter of debate (or would be, if Orks bothered to debate such things), but regardless of the reasons, they remain, and are a ferocious breed. Where most feral greenskin colonies move on to higher technology as their populations grow and mature, Kazzarak’s inhabitants have stayed firmly planted in the primitive. Nothing so much as a steam engine has emerged from the tribes according to the many generations of history kept by their Runtherds. The majority of trade and manufacturing is borne on the backs of the unique species of Squigs that have evolved alongside the Orks, a fact that the inhabitants seem bizarrely proud of.

Like any Orks, the tribes of Kazzarak are at constant war with one another, but those efforts cease the moment an invader sets foot on the planet. Many times an ambitious kaptain and their raiding party have been sent to bring the world under the thumb of one great warlord or another. The lucky ones return broken and beaten with what remains of their forces. Most have never returned at all, with the only evidence of their presence on the world found in the particularly shocked expression of a shrunken head dangling from a Squiggoth’s shaggy mane.

All of this was on Zagdakka’s mind when he chose Kazzarak as Da Kamp’s home. However, rather than a force of violent raiders, Zagdakka made planetfall with only a few advisors, and piles of teef. Meeting with the most powerful of Kazzarak’s chiefs, he made the feral tribes of Kazzarak an offer - in return for allowing him to house his operation on an uninhabited peninsula on the coast of the world’s primary continent, he pledged a small percentage of Da Kamp’s profits to the tribes, and that the strength of every mercenary camped there would defend the world against any who would violate the tribes’ sovereignty. Over a feast of native Tusk-Squigs and fire-brewed grog, the pact was sealed. Da Kamp had found its home.

A decade later, the sprawling mercenary camp and its linked orbital docking station have made the world a famed destination for the trade of meticulously contracted greenskin aggression, but the deal forged between Zagdakka and the native tribes of Kazzarak stands firm. Some of the young and hot-headed tribal warriors have even formed into mercenary companies of their own, signing on with Da Kamp and testing their skills against those of the wider galaxy. These warriors bring back tales of glory and riches from far-flung worlds, proving that the Orks of Kazzarak are to be feared wherever they go.

Bad Mek Torq

The Bad Ork Biker Mek known as Torq has built up his own legend over the years, though discerning fact from fiction can be quite the task. Did he really sabotage a full battlegroup of Deff Dreads single-handedly to spite Big Boss Gazbag, the explosions echoing at his back as he rode away? Was he actually responsible for the unexpected charge that broke the Phalex 5th’s ironclad blockade at Drachmal Pass? Did he truly ride by Wazdakka Gutsmek’s side at Scalex VI and witness the ultimate Bad Mek felling a Titan? None can say, but one thing’s for certain - over a pint of grog, Torq will tell anyone who will listen that those aren’t even the interesting parts of his story.

A notorious Bad Mek and member of the mysterious “Discoland Jabber” motorcycle cult, Torq’s adventures have taken him across all manner of locales, but he has most recently found a home at Da Kamp. After an initial wave of fear and skepticism subsided, Torq’s skills at the creation and repair of all things mechanical made him a popular addition to Da Kamp’s rosters. Now, Torq can be found by day working on a grungy new bike, and by night, he’s a fixture of any one of Da Kamp’s brewhouses, telling his stories to whoever will listen to a wave of utter disbelief.

The Tankhammerz

Ork society lacks much in the way of formalized law, and one tends to either get away with something or die trying. Sometimes, though, killing a lad really does seem like too much, even in the context of greenskin culture. This is especially true in smaller tribes that can't afford to simply off any Boy that happens to cross the Boss and thus it was with the Red Raiderz in their early days.

The solution was a simple one, born as much out of necessity as a concept of justice: The Tankhammerz, a makeshift penal squad dedicated to the elimination of enemy armor. Troublemakers were outfitted with tank-busting gear, and sent off to do some of the dirtiest, nastiest and casualty-heavy battlefield work imaginable. Offenders would either go out in a blaze of glory, or come back a hero with all (well, most) of their sins forgiven. The tradition has continued through to the current day, and the Tankhammerz have since become one of the most well-known of Da Kamp’s inhabitants, famed for their discipline and effectiveness.

No one is quite sure when Da Sarge was first sent to the Tankhammerz, or what crime he committed to get there, but his presence has long since transformed the squad. Once simply a rag-tag group of criminals trying to earn their freedom, the Tankhammerz became devotees to their leader and his vision of war as a proving ground for the lost. Somber and taciturn, Da Sarge seems concerned only with the redemption of those Orks placed under his command - a redemption that will only come from the cleansing flames of combat.

Subsequently, life in the Tankhammerz is a harsh one, and those few who survive their tour of duty return changed. Most quickly ascend to leadership positions, but for a few, reintegration into the everyday is impossible. Before long, these misfits find themselves reporting to Da Sarge, asking for their next assignment. The leathery old Ork only nods and sends them back to the front lines, determined that his charges will earn their glory under the ceaseless and unforgiving gaze of the gods.

Edited May 18, 2020 by Lexington

[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

Da Machine. 

[Lexington]

Hmmm...not bad, but still doesn't quite have the character I'm looking for. Also can't help but thinking "Where's Florence?"

 

Might be something to build off of, tho...

[Messor]

Humbly submitted: Da Glorified Basterds

[Kelborn]

Loota Bay?

 

A slight hommage to Booty Bay, a neutral caribbean pirate haven ruled by a Company of greedy Goblins and pirates from Warcraft lore: https://wow.gamepedia.com/Booty_Bay

[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

Hmm, I thought there was a simple, but orky, elegance to Da Machine. Once started, no one could stop it. Also, I was thinking less Florence and more the Burt Reynolds movie Sharkey's Machine where the "machine" is this crack squad of cops he's gathered together, but what else can we do with it? Zagdaka's Machine?

 

Other possibilities I was kicking around at work... 

 

Zagdaka's Dakka

Will Work for Teef

Have Dakka, Will Travel

BlackWAAGHter (too meta?)

Evil Sunz Security Inc.

 

And my new personal favorite: The Dogs of WAAAAGH!

[Harlan Skorus]

I love BlackWAAAGHter and The Dogs of WAAAGH from a punny point of view - not sure if they'd fit with the anti-WAAAGH themes though. For a more GB-centric take, G-Ork-S Solutions?

Just went on a rabbit hole of reading about famous mercenary companies of history and now I really want to see a The Warriors-themed Ork warband! There is definitely also scope for a defining event of Zagdaka rebelling against a WAAAGH in something called the Toofless War.

 

Zagdaka's Green Kompany?
 

[Ace Debonair]

Since the main Ork himself is trying to avoid Waaaaghs and is essentially running a Gunz for Hire business, I'd like to suggest Da Firm, or Zagdakka's Firm.

 

"It ain't war, ladz, jus' business".

[Brother Cambrius]

I echo Ace with it being called Da Firm. Befits the red-tape nicely and adds to the marauding hooliganism and violence Orks on a job can do. :D

 

Cambrius

[Lexington]

Just wanted to chime in and thank all of you for helping me out, here. Work's been unceasingly brutal for the past couple of days (well, relatively for me anyway), so a fuller discussion is incoming, but still in progress. Haven't gotten exactly where I'm looking to go yet with the name, but all of these are helpful and fun, and I appreciate everyone chiming in.

[Ace Debonair]

Just wanted to chime in and thank all of you for helping me out, here. Work's been unceasingly brutal for the past couple of days (well, relatively for me anyway), so a fuller discussion is incoming, but still in progress. Haven't gotten exactly where I'm looking to go yet with the name, but all of these are helpful and fun, and I appreciate everyone chiming in.

Hmm. What sort of direction do you want the name suggestions to go in?

I'm getting a sort of pseudo-corporate vibe from the original post, but I don't want to go haring off in the wrong direction with more ideas.

[Lexington]

Yeah, I think the "corporate" feel unintentionally came off a little too heavy in that initial post - turns out, when you've had stuff rattling around in your brain for 10+ years, all the details make sense to you, and the idea that they're not instantly communicated to others can be mystifying.

 

There's a lot of professionalism to the organization, but it's only professional relative to other Orks. There's still a makeshift shabbiness to everything, and a lot of inefficiency, so I'm not really keen on emphasizing that in the name. One of the reasons I like "Kamp" as part of the title is that it does describe it well. It really is just a big mercenary camp, in the Orky mode. I'm also fond of the sense of place it gives, like, literally a place. I've actually been considering just keeping "Da Kamp" for the past couple of days, or maybe simply adding something to it, like "Da Red Sun Kamp" (tho I think that name's taken...). Anyway, ideas appreciated!

 

Got a big jolt to write this past weekend, and ended up doing up a lot of the "Notable Personalities" "Kompaniez of Da Kamp" sections for the eventual article. Here's one for a taste of how things will read. One thing of note is the "Designer's Commentary," which seemed like a fun thing to put in (behind spoilers, and not being counted towards overall word-length for the Gauntlet, of course...), since there's weird history behind a lot of these units and characters.

 

The Tankhammerz

Ork society lacks much in the way of formalized law, and one tends to either get away with something or die trying. Sometimes, though, killing a lad really does seem like too much, even in the context of greenskin culture. This is especially true in smaller tribes that can't afford to simply off any Boy that happens to cross the Boss and thus it was with the Red Raiderz in their early days.

 

The solution was a simple one, born as much out of necessity as a concept of justice: The Tankhammerz, a makeshift penal squad dedicated to the elimination of enemy armor. Troublemakers were outfitted with tank-busting gear, and sent off to do some of the dirtiest, nastiest and casualty-heavy battlefield work imaginable. Offenders would either go out in a blaze of glory, or come back a hero with all (well, most) of their sins forgiven. The tradition has continued through to the current day, and the Tankhammerz have since become one of the most well-known of Da Kamp’s inhabitants, famed for their discipline and effectiveness.

 

No one is quite sure when Da Sarge was first sent to the Tankhammerz, or what crime he committed to get there, but his presence has long since transformed the squad. Once simply a rag-tag group of criminals trying to earn their freedom, the Tankhammerz became devotees to their leader and his vision of war as a proving ground for the lost. Somber and taciturn, Da Sarge seems concerned only with the redemption of those Orks placed under his command - a redemption that will only come from the cleansing flames of combat.

 

Subsequently, life in the Tankhammerz is a harsh one, and those few who survive their tour of duty return changed. Most quickly ascend to leadership positions, but for a few, reintegration into the everyday is impossible. Before long, these misfits find themselves reporting to Da Sarge, asking for their next assignment. The leathery old Ork only nods and sends them back to the front lines, determined that his charges will earn their glory under the ceaseless and unforgiving gaze of the gods.

 

Designer’s Commentary: The Tankhammerz are one of the oldest concepts in the army, having come around with the 3rd Edition Codex and the introduction of Tankbustas. Model-wise, they’ve gone through a few incarnations, always wearing helmets and carrying their weaponry with a grim countenance, and their current version is one of my prouder modeling achievements. They were detailed in an ancient Dice Abide article, the age of which tells me that I really need to get on finishing these guys.

 

Da Sarge was wholly inspired by the bizarre, haunting Tom Waits tune, Hoist That Rag, which still strikes me as one of the most 40K songs ever written.

(oh, also, yes, "Tankhammerz" is probably a temporary name)

Edited April 15, 2020 by Lexington

[Lord_Caerolion]

I really like that idea, almost an alternative to being made a Freeboota.

[Lord_Caerolion]

Sorry to double-post, but I was thinking that, while the current ones are all armed with Rokkit Launchas, they could have a few armed with actual Tankhammas, for the most heinous of crimes. As such, if you ever make any, you could convert one to have a few Painboy bitz on him, like he's a Dok who did a squig brain transplant and is now seeking redemption. 

[Lexington]

Hah! That amuses me to no end. I actually had some real Tankhammers in the works way back, using weaponry taken from some Warmachine Dwarf models. Never did finish them, tho, and now that using a Tankhammer is an actual death sentence for the model in question, it feels like those aren't quite...punchy enough. I've got a bunch of these Maxmini heads, and the one with goggles looks like he might just be crazy enough to use a weapon like that. Now, how to get a helmet on that guy...

Edited April 17, 2020 by Lexington

[Ace Debonair]

Yeah, I think the "corporate" feel unintentionally came off a little too heavy in that initial post - turns out, when you've had stuff rattling around in your brain for 10+ years, all the details make sense to you, and the idea that they're not instantly communicated to others can be mystifying.

 

I know that feeling all too well.

 

If you had gone the corporate route, I was going to suggest "Zagdakka and Suns".

 

I'm not really sure there's a better name for "mercenary auction hall, efficient only by orky standards" than "da kamp".

[Lexington]

Yeah, the more I think about it, the more it works and the more I feel kinda ridiculous for thinking otherwise. Thus has it always been for me and naming. :p

 

Work has finally let up and the blessed weekend is here. Been working on the full article more, so an updated main post should be along shortly for y’all to poke at with sticks.

Edited April 19, 2020 by Lexington

[Lexington]

Not finished with the whole thing yet, but I got a bee in my bonnet to do the Homeworld section tonight, and kicked it out in record time relative to my normally slower-than-molasses writing process. Have at it, you fiends and hooligans!

 

 

Homeworld

 

Sitting at the nexus of several Ork empires, the feral world of Kazzarak would seem to be an easy prize for any warlord. Rich with natural resources and a temperate climate, it would be a fine staging ground for invasion fleets and expansionary efforts. None of this is lost on the rulers of the surrounding territory, but one thing has kept the world free from conquest - the feral Ork tribes that populate Kazzarak are seemingly unconquerable.

 

How or why a population of feral Orks has managed to remain on the world is a matter of debate (or would be, if Orks bothered to debate such things), but regardless of the reasons, they remain, and are a ferocious breed. Where most feral greenskin colonies move on to higher technology as their populations grow and mature, Kazzarak’s inhabitants have stayed firmly planted in the primitive. Nothing so much as a steam engine has emerged from the tribes according to the many generations of history kept by their Runtherds. The majority of trade and manufacturing is borne on the backs of the unique species of Squigs that have evolved alongside the Orks,  a fact that the inhabitants seem bizarrely proud of. 

 

Like any Orks, the tribes of Kazzarak are at constant war with one another, but those efforts cease the moment an invader sets foot on the planet. Many times an ambitious kaptain and their raiding party have been sent to bring the world under the thumb of one great warlord or another. The lucky ones return broken and beaten with what remains of their forces. Most have never returned at all, with the only evidence of their presence on the world found in the particularly shocked expression of a shrunken head dangling from a Squiggoth’s shaggy mane.

 

All of this was on Zagdakka’s mind when he chose Kazzarak as Da Kamp’s home. However, rather than a force of violent raiders, Zagdakka made planetfall with only a few advisors, and piles of teef. Meeting with the most powerful of Kazzarak’s chiefs, he made the feral tribes of Kazzarak an offer - in return for allowing him to house his operation on an uninhabited peninsula on the coast of the world’s primary continent, he pledged a small percentage of Da Kamp’s profits to the tribes, and that the strength of every mercenary camped there would defend the world against any who would violate the tribes’ sovereignty. Over a feast of native Tusk-Squigs and fire-brewed grog, the pact was sealed. Da Kamp had found its home.

 

A decade later, the sprawling mercenary camp and its linked orbital docking station have made the world a famed destination for the trade of meticulously contracted greenskin aggression, but the deal forged between Zagdakka and the native tribes of Kazzarak stands firm. Some of the young and hot-headed tribal warriors have even formed into mercenary companies of their own, signing on with Da Kamp and testing their skills against those of the wider galaxy. These warriors bring back tales of glory and riches from far-flung worlds, proving that the Orks of Kazzarak are to be feared wherever they go.

[Lord_Caerolion]

I really love that idea. "You want some proper boyz, do ya? None of them skabby runtz calling 'emselves Skarboyz? Wot you wanna do, then, is go to Kazzarak, and visit Da Kamp. Bring loadsa teef with you, tell 'em Gogzod sent ya, and maybe dey won't shoot you down fer a laugh. They've got proper boyz there, if you got the teef."

[Lexington]

There’s a non-zero chance I’m stealing that quote in some form or another, and I won’t apologize even a little. :p

[Lord_Caerolion]

As Gogzod is my Deathskull Warboss/Biggest Mek, I cannot begrudge anyone doing any stealing, but will be shocked and appalled if such allegations are directed at me, good sir, this blue paint has always been on that buggy, it's just this new "always wet" paint, and I find the suggestion that the blue paint tin in my hands indicates me having just painted it to be both scurrilous and defamatory. I bid you good day, sir!

 

I may have to do up a few Freebooterz from Da Kamp when I get around to doing more of my own Orks.

[Lexington]

First draft's away! Boy, it's a big 'un. Going to see if I can't get a few more bits up tonight to clear the 3,000 word goal for the IG2020 Gold Challenge before it ends tonight, but until then, I'd love to hear any thoughts. Most of this stuff is still rather fresh, and aside from the general storyline and a few names, I'm very open to changing things. At this point, I've spent enough time in this document that I don't really have the ability to do a critical assessment anymore, so I'm offloading duties onto you poor sods.

[Lord_Caerolion]

I'm really liking it. The only thing I might add is maybe something along the lines that the Sumboyz are also not naturally inclined to embezzlement. They're Oddboyz, they like counting, and running numbers, and keeping things (somewhat) organized. What would they feel the need to steal and spend money on? To get a better life? They're already living their dream.

[Lexington]

This is a pretty solid point, that may be in need of some editorial love...

[Lord_Caerolion]

Maybe a line of "any embezzlement is usually quickly caught, as the Sumboy is spotted repeatedly counting his stolen teef over and over. There's little ill-will, as the Sumboyz are hesitant to spend any of their ill-gotten gains, and are usually overjoyed to have a much larger number of teef to count once they are returned to their rightful place."