Knights of the octagonal table

Derknitt sure had his work cut out for him. All over Titanopolis all sorts of weird things happened all the time and the puny little grots could hardly handle anything themselves. Derknitt was tired. Derknitt was angry. He was too busy keeping things proppa orky to deal with the blue git, who had been garnering more of his hatred by the day as of late. He needed time to plan, to come up with a way to prove she had to go or just get rid of her. But he had no time. All his time had to be devoted to the all too important job of keeping the titan proppa orky. With a sigh and a growl, he rolled out of his hammock, picked up his choppas and headed out to meet with the grotocracy's bigwigs to be briefed on the current state of affairs throughout Boris.

Derknitt approached the door into the council chamber, he stood up straight, breathed deeply, and walked in. The rundown was the usual, and Derknitt reluctantly committed today's duties to memory, more or less. Another weirdgrot has exploded into a daemon of some sort, some of the folks in the left leg were having hallucinations of some corn man or something, and weird noises were coming from the right shoulder a day ago and a couple of grots were missing. Derknitt was particularly pissed at having to travel between locations so far apart, and so he turned to go as he needed to be on his way and the council moved on to their next order of business. Just as he reached the threshold of the door, one of the more reserved members of the group eloquently proposed the institution of the arena for entertainment featuring live feastings from the new tyranid captive. Derknitt froze in his footsteps. He was hit by inspiration. A brilliant idea formed. After his pause, he set off twice as quickly for the most important mission of some time.

Within a matter of hours, Derknitt had gathered 8 of his most trusted grot underlings and brought them before the council. He knew that what he sought would require their cooperation, yet he still took a rather commanding tone, one of righteousness and unwavering demand. He spoke to them of using these grots as knights for Mork, to solve the problems throughout the titan that kept him so busy, his mission needed crusaders. After much debate, it was agreed, and 8 of the 20 some odd nids that had been looted were brought unto the titan to be used as steeds for these knights. The gubbins on their head keeping them perfectly complacent unless commanded to attack. These knights were to meet around an 8 sided table to discuss plans and tactics for patrols to solve the issues of Titanopolis, and to regale one another with the tales of their bravery. And so was born the noble chapter of crusaders for Mork, the knights of the octagonal table. And so also was Derknitt delivered from much of his anguish, and much of his time freed. He still patrolled the titan, keeping things orky as only a true ork can, but now he could rest a bit easier, and spend a bit more time figuring out how to topple the blue grot.