[Max's Gyrocopter Adventure: 12]
"Nothing?" you repeat.
"Not a thing," the pilot confirms. "West to Morgheim, south to Azgal, nothing. Karag Dron, the Ulrikadrin have the Dragon Ogres keeping their heads down. Iron Rock, not a peep. Even went all the way out to Crookback Mountain. It's like all the greenskins and Skaven have decided to stop plaguing the world."
You consider Mork's recent weakening, and the unseen civil war among the Skaven. "Ah."
Maximilian haunts Karag Nar like a sulky ghost for weeks afterwards, pouting and periodically obliterating a target with the Silver Arrows he never got to fire from a gyrocopter.
You know, thinking about it, I had a funny idea about Max. Not a serious we-should-do-this idea, but a joke.
We sent Max on a gyrocopter at the Battle of Karagril, and he got nothing. We sent Max along gyrocopter patrols/mail/whatever, and he got
nothing. Clearly, there is only one way to get Max some way to shoot greenskins...
Because, you know who else has a ranged weapon and likes shooting Greenskins?
King Kazador.
Yes, that's right. I'm saying that next, we need to have Max tag along with King Kazador and exercise his Silver Arrows shooting
there. He can't possibly run into nothing
that way...
*next turn*
"Nothing?!"
"
Nothing. King Kazador has not found a single grobi or thaggoraki or even wandering troll, in over
six months. He went from being surprised, to annoyed, to frustrated, to angry, to shocked and disbelieving. He's so flabbergasted that he's stopped being upset."
"How is that even possible. I mean, worst comes to worst, he can literally head for one of the occupied peaks..."
"We think they all start running away from him as soon as they hear him coming. Just, entirely abandon position and relocate."
"Run away. All of them. Unbelievable... First he taught his Throng to climb. What is he going to do next, teach them all to be sneakier than a ranger?"
"Y'know, it's funny you should mention that..."