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| The Flesh Tearer Tribe; Ogre Kingdom background | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 18 Feb 2010, 04:13 PM (360 Views) | |
| Varas Mortez | 18 Feb 2010, 04:13 PM Post #1 |
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The Flesh Tearer Tribe The wind blew down the valley and across the mouth of the cave. Tattered banners flew perpendicular to their poles. A few bulls stood just inside the cave taking shelter from the wind whilst keeping watch. There had been a huge upset several years before and the tyrant, Gurg Mountainbeater, was on edge. He had exiled his son for not being tough enough by his father’s strict standards. The son and several of his close friends had been forced to leave. They had been beaten by Gurg and his ironguts before being thrown from the cave. Tonight Gurg’s tribe would meet its doom. The son had recovered from the beating his father had given him and gone travelling. He and his friends had travelled to the empire and sold their skills and strength during the Chaos incursion. They had made a lot of gold and had found their own skills. Gurg’s son Kurg was a very different ogre to the one that had been thrown out. He had filled out both in muscle and in gut. He had become more ruthless than ogres normally were. They had joined with other mercenary ogres who had admired Kurg’s murderous streak and they marched back into the Mountains of Mourn to wreak Kurg’s vengeance on his father. The group moved confidently up the valley not making the effort to hide themselves. Kurg strode at the front a grim smile on his scarred face. The bulls in the cave entrance were so far back they could see nothing of the valley. Kurg reached the cave mouth and the bulls roared a challenge. Kurg said nothing and one of the bulls on watch, moved to wake the rest of the tribe. The others stayed to keep an eye on the newcomers. Again a challenge was roared at Kurg who said nothing. The ogres around him grinned evilly and held their weapons calmly. Gurg roared as he was woken up, he struck out at the ogre who woke him knocking him from his feet. The rest of the tribe awoke and pulled themselves up. The bull from the entrance spluttered out what was going on through a broken jaw. Gurg listened and roared in rage before crushing the messengers skull with his iron shod foot. The tribe arrived at the entrance making threatening gestures with both weapons and fists. Gurg’s face was dark with rage. He looked at the group and snarled. “Who are you and what are you doing in my valley?” Gurg roared. “I come to claim my land.” Kurg said darkly. “You and this lot?” Gurg said chuckling as he hastily added the number of ogres standing before him….2 and 2…. And 2….. and 2….. and 2…..uh….. lots. But not enough. Gurg roared and his tribe ran forward at the newcomers, Kurg let out a roar and readied himself for the charge, his ogres did the same. There was a rumble and the ground shook, rocks began hitting the ground, soon these had increased in-size and were boulders. Ogres were knocked down to the ground, bodies crushed and skulls split. Gurg stopped and looked behind him only to see half of his tribe dead beneath rubble. Kurg grinned evilly and his grin grew as more of his mercenary ogres climbed down from the hillside. Gurg stared at Kurg his eyes looking closely at his feature. “I know you…” He said slowly. “Runt?” Gurg said quietly in surprise, using the old name for his son. “Correct.” Kurg said, “I challenge you for your Tyrantsy, Kurg said pulling of his gut plate and throwing it to the ground. Gurg stared at the hugely muscled ogre before him he nodded and pulled off his own gut plate before throwing it to the ground. “No weapons, use your hands if you have the strength old one!” Kurg challenged, placing down his sword and club. Gurg dropped his own huge club and they stepped towards each other, their two groups of ogres watching silently. “I am not the small ogre I once was.” Kurg said darkly as he moved forward. Gurg threw a mighty blow which would have rattled a cave wall, Kurg dodged out of the way before replying with an even more powerful punch which struck Gurg in the chest. Blood seeped from the skin as it broke. Gurg stared down in shock and that was his mistake another blow landed on his face, hitting his nose and mouth. Teeth flew from his mouth and a loud crunch could be heard. Gurg tried to see as water ran from his eyes, Kurg spun around him, lifting both hands above his head and swinging them down with an axe blow. Gurg hit the ground, his eyes closed, blood seeping from his head. Kurg kicked him over and drove his hand down into his father’s chest. His fingers drove into the flesh, burying deep. With a wrench he ripped of a large chunk of flesh in each hand. One piece he shoveled into his mouth and the other he threw to one of his group who caught it and began chewing on it. Kurg shoved his hands back into his father and wripped off more meat. Blood flew all over Kurg and the ground around them. He took hold of Gurg’s ribcage and with a roar split it apart. He drove his hand down into Gurg’s chest cavity. With a wrench and a fountain of arterial spray Gurg’s heart came out in Kurg’s fist. He bit down into it, blood ran down his face as he chewed. Kurg smiled and walked back over to his gutplate. He lifted it up and fastened it to his belt covering his large gut. He turned to the remainder of Gurg’s tribe. They looked shocked at this destruction of their tyrant who for years had seemed indestructible, to every challenger at least. The ogres grunted their allegiance to Kurg. “I am Kurg Kin-killer the huge stomached Daemon Slayer Wallcrusher and this is the Flesh-Tearer Tribe!” He roared. He looked at the ogres looking for the weak ones, but to his father’s credit they all looked pretty tough, nowhere near as tough as him or his mercenaries. One ogre caught his eye, Farg, his brother. He walked over to him and looked him up and down, he had grown large under Gurg’s rule and Kurg instantly disliked him for it. “You had better get out of my cave brother.” Kurg said quietly to him. Farg looked at him and nodded, he had never bested his father during play-fighting and knew he had no chance against his brothers. He began to leave and Kurg stopped him with a huge hand on Farg’s chest. “I would get some warm clothes and some spears, bring back enough meat and come to war when I call you and perhaps you will earn your place back in my cave brother.” He said. Farg nodded and hurried to get some warm clothes and spears before leaving the cave. The time of the Flesh Tearers had begun, a reign of tyranny that would rock the Mountains of Mourn and the neighboring tribes very existence. Any comments would be great, thanks for reading
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