05 Jun 2012
I have stolen the Army name from another member on this forum. But his figures really inspired me to start my own Ogre Kingdome army so hopefully he won't object.
The tribe is ruled by fearsome Father Gutmass. Clad all in red, carrying a big heavy sack and with a deep mighty voice he rules the tribe with an ironfist. If someone would displease Father Gutmass their name is written into the big Naughty-book and they dont get to join the tribe when it goes on its raid.
The story behind the tribe is that when Father Gutmass was but a young inexperienced bull he came in contact with the celebration of Saint Nicholas. In the Empire and Bretonnia they celebrate the life of Saint Nicholas every winter. It is a time of great joy and families spend time together, exchange gifts and eat good food. Saint Nicholas supposedly averted a great famine by conjuring up huge amounts of food and giving it to the people. After he had averted the famine he allegedly flew north in a big sleigh promising to return each year with more food and thus the celebration of Saint Nicholas was born. As you can understand this celebration of Saint Nicholas fascinated the young bull. If he could find this magician he would have an almost endless supply of food, and what else could an Ogre wish for? He set out alone and carved his way through both greenskins and chaos worshipers on his way north looking for Saint Nicholas. No one know for certain if he ever found Saint Nicholas, but years later a huge Ogre tribe emerged from the north and terrorized much of the northern lands both in Bretonnia and The Empire. Wishing a Merry Gutmass and asking for their presents, if no presents where given they would go on a great rampage. After a few weeks of celebration they would return north towards the great tundra carrying all their presents and not be seen until next Saint Nicholas celebration.
The Gutmass tribe
During the winter, on the darkest night of the year the Gutmass tribe leaves it home in the north to commence its yearly raid. The tundra vibrates as the ogre tribe moves south and the valleys echoes with the tribes fearsome warcry Merry Gutmass, HoHoHo.The tribe is ruled by fearsome Father Gutmass. Clad all in red, carrying a big heavy sack and with a deep mighty voice he rules the tribe with an ironfist. If someone would displease Father Gutmass their name is written into the big Naughty-book and they dont get to join the tribe when it goes on its raid.
The story behind the tribe is that when Father Gutmass was but a young inexperienced bull he came in contact with the celebration of Saint Nicholas. In the Empire and Bretonnia they celebrate the life of Saint Nicholas every winter. It is a time of great joy and families spend time together, exchange gifts and eat good food. Saint Nicholas supposedly averted a great famine by conjuring up huge amounts of food and giving it to the people. After he had averted the famine he allegedly flew north in a big sleigh promising to return each year with more food and thus the celebration of Saint Nicholas was born. As you can understand this celebration of Saint Nicholas fascinated the young bull. If he could find this magician he would have an almost endless supply of food, and what else could an Ogre wish for? He set out alone and carved his way through both greenskins and chaos worshipers on his way north looking for Saint Nicholas. No one know for certain if he ever found Saint Nicholas, but years later a huge Ogre tribe emerged from the north and terrorized much of the northern lands both in Bretonnia and The Empire. Wishing a Merry Gutmass and asking for their presents, if no presents where given they would go on a great rampage. After a few weeks of celebration they would return north towards the great tundra carrying all their presents and not be seen until next Saint Nicholas celebration.
I like the story! It came out different then the one I was thinking of for my tribe.