26 Jul 2006
"Oi!" cried Igor as he realised his morning gruel hadn't combusted yet. The butcher took a gnoblar running by and stuffed it in the boiling pot as it squealed for mercy. Istantly the gnoblar died and all was quiet once more. "....................." Igor stared at the food as if he thought he could cause it to light right then and there. But, it didn't. The frusterated(sp?) ogre slumped down on a rock and chewed on a bone.
The tribe had started explore the local area around Mt. Firegrave. The mountain was next to a dried up lake where most of the tribe had set up camp. Only the Tyrant, Butchers, and Ironguts were allowed to stay in the mountain.
Igor took a skull and scooped it into a bit of sand collected by trappers that traveled the surrounding sands for delicacies like scorpians. He dumped it into the soup and tossed the rest of the beaver in there for a bit of flavor. "At should do it...." Sure enough the gruel spontainiuosly combusted out of thin air and the other ogres of the tribe staggered from their sleeping areas to start the day.
The tribe had started explore the local area around Mt. Firegrave. The mountain was next to a dried up lake where most of the tribe had set up camp. Only the Tyrant, Butchers, and Ironguts were allowed to stay in the mountain.
Igor took a skull and scooped it into a bit of sand collected by trappers that traveled the surrounding sands for delicacies like scorpians. He dumped it into the soup and tossed the rest of the beaver in there for a bit of flavor. "At should do it...." Sure enough the gruel spontainiuosly combusted out of thin air and the other ogres of the tribe staggered from their sleeping areas to start the day.