Birdseye view of green forest. View shifts to over a Umgi peasant village. Zoom down to street level. It's farmer's market day, Umgi farmers selling their wares, younglings playing in the streets.
Suddenly a cry goes out. View jumps to young lad, clad in hunter's garb, running into the village from the forest. He cries "Greenskins!" before a brace of arrows strike him down. The view zooms past to show ranks of orcs, wearing shoddy armour and big choppas, marching from the trees. Shots of general confusion, men and women running around in panic, children crying. Orcs begin to cut people down, setting fire to buildings. The church bells begin to ring out.
Shot zooms straight up, bell rings echoing. Black shape resolves into a Gyrocarriage, shot moves to show side door. Opened by gromril clad dwarf, he pulls a large hammer from inside before stepping out and going into free-fall. As he falls, the shot rotates around him, showcasing the heavy shield slung across his back, narrow eye slits on the helm, the reinforced and runed gromil boots. The falling dwarf strikes a pose, hammer ready, feet first.
View changes to pack of orcs. They pause as a whistling sound is heard, looking around in confusion, before they look up. Shot of their horrified faces. Shot from behind them, the dwarf falls into their midst, and the shot slows down as it rotates around again. Shows the ground cracking as the dwarf impacts it, forced into a three-point crouch, as a shockwave of energy bursts out from him. The surrounding orcs are sent flying, their shoddy armour cracking.
Time resumes. The orcs closest are down, and the others turn to face the dwarf, hate evident. The dwarf unslings his shield and slams his hammer on it twice. "Come on then, Urk! Try me!" The orcs charge and the dwarf starts swinging his hammer as the view moves up. More silver blurs impact the ground, causing greenskin cries of pain, as a mountain range is shown beyond the forest, a fleet of low flying Gryocopters approaching in formation.
Film ends
Cousin Okri: "Well? What do you think?"
Karak-Eight-Peaks Council:
Cousin Okri: "It's only a proof of concept at the moment; having some trouble with the Runesmiths. But I reckon I can have a full squad of ADIH in a decade or two."
King Belegar: "...ah... A-D-I-H?"
Cousin Okri: "Ariel Drop Iron Hammer! The pick-edge for rapid force deployment! Once we have a good few veterans, we can see about some ADIDs, that's Ariel Drop Irondrakes."
Karak-Eight-Peaks Council:
Cousin Okri: "Had some ideas about getting them back up as well. Call em Blast-Packs; imagine a Drakegun, but has enough kick to lift a dawi into the air -"
Later, King Belegar writes a letter to Loremaster Weber: Come take back the potion, please. I'd take your magic nonsense any day over this.