Deep within the walls of the Fortress of Evul:
WH: 'Deadlock, your foolish gambit has failed, and only resulted in the loss of precious resources. I am most disappoint.'
DL: 'It was only a temporary setback. And on the other hand, you could've lent me some skirmishers who could crush the winners of the fight. But once again, I suppose this was another prime example of the lack of your foresight, almighty master
WH: 'Why you cur! How dare you judge my abilities, pawn!'
DL: 'I think you have a grave misunderstanding. I am an Immortal, not one of your foolhardy minions, and we are in an alliance, not vassals of you. My priorities are the same as my Empire, and from what I saw, it seems that you're an ineffective ally. And ineffectiveness has to be culled.'
WH: 'My, my, what a polite way to challenge leadership. But first, have fun with my guards. Attack!'
WH: 'Impressive. But I didn't expect these to pose any challenge to you.'
WH: 'Well, Deadlock you fought well till this point. I gave you a choice: you can apologize and I may let you live, or die by my hands like a dog. What's your decision?'
DL: 'Formidable fighting skills. A small part of me feels sorry for you, but what has to be done, has to be done.'
WH: 'wha-what tri-trickery is this?'
DL: 'Let's say that I'm sending you on a vacation. Give my regards to the Abyss that spawned you, Warhead!'
'Time do take action. Fink! Ghoul! Rally the hordes!'
Meanwhile, at an orkish camp:
'Hear ye fellow orks! We lost many great orks recently. All of our foes mopped the floor with us. You wanna know why?'
'We abandoned our true path! We abolished the ancient magiks! Remember Grishnák, remember the Warlock! Remember their might and awe! They led with military prowess, and serpentine cunning.'
'Our time has come once again! I, Gzar'turg contacted the spirits of the elders and received their long-lost heritage! And behold the greatest prize that comes with this:'
*fanatical cheer and bellowing roars*
Majisto: 'We're glad you're back Fabio, but I think this fact alone is not enough to give you command.'
Jean-Francois: 'Oui, oui! I heard rumors of your courage already...'
Fabio: 'My, my, friends, I'm flattered how grateful
you are that I am back. But let's face it: Niol is near-dead, Von Bragstein is near-insane if not already, and I've already faced the madness of the undead. Who's more suitable than myself?'
'I'm sorry to interrupt you, but what you're discussing has been already decided by the King himself.'
'Yes, it is I who was chosen to lead the armies while Sir Niol is recovering from his grievous wounds. I cometh for you, Fabio. Your experiences and knowledge about our enemy could be very valuable for us. However, you must come now, as we have no time to waste!'