Enter the Whitetooth (Blood in the Badlands Campaign)

Tokran heard the Gnoblar's approach long before the diminutive creature burst through the door to the Ogre's Yurt.
   "Come to him! He wantses you! He wantses... URK!" the gnoblar's prattle was interrupted by Tokran's hand wrapping around his throat, as well as the majority of his upper body. The anger that Tokran felt at being summoned like a common slave was only slightly dimmed by the taste of the Gnoblar messenger as he stuff the wriggling creature into this mouth and crunched loudly through its thin bones.
   With a grunt the Tyrant of the Whitetooth Clan pushed aside the two ogresses that he had taken to his bed and strapped on his Gutplate. As he dressed, curiosity began to work its way through the layers of his rage-choked brain. Even Chogg was not so arrogant as to summon him in the middle of the night without cause. The thoughts of what was on the mind of his tribe's cunning Slaughtermaster gave haste to the Tyrants steps.
   Tokran used his bulk to batter his way into Chogg's Yurt, and bellowed "Tokran Facecrusher will not be fetched like a slave!"
   The Slaughtermaster looked up from his cauldron, with a twisted smile on his face. Known as Chogg the Toothy, the Slaughtermaster was gifted with a set of long fang like teeth which gave his smile a particularly demonic appearance. He took a moment to appraise his Tyrant's visage, and realizing that he was not yet in danger said, "And yet here you are..."
   Tokran bristled at the insult, and placed his hand upon his gutplate which was decorated with the teeth of those he had killed and eaten in challenged for leadership. "Do not test me Chogg, or have you decided it is time for your teeth to decorate my gut?"
   Chogg shrugged, "No, great Tokran. I am not so foolish to wish such a thing."
   "Then, what is it?"
   "I have been given a vision. A great flying tower makes its way to the badlands. It is filled with wealth and power untold, and only touches ground once in a thousand years."
   "And..."
   "The Maw hungers for it."
    "The Maw hungers for all things, Slaughtermaster, why is this tower so important?"
   Chogg regarded his Tyrant closely, not sure if his question was a sign of thickheadedness common in the Ogres or if Tokran was testing him. "We have many foes, my Tyrant. These foes would seek to harness the secrets of this tower for their own purposes. How would we fair if, say  the Skaven, were to claim such a weapon?"
   Tokran's eyes narrowed. The Skaven had been a problem for the Whitetooth since their peace treaty with the Dwarfs went into effect. While Chogg made a good point, he could not ignore the fact that the Skaven problem became considerably worse due to Chogg's imput that the Maw wanted the Skaven punished for their effront. "I see. You are right. I would be a problem if ANY of my enemies were to claim this prize. The Whitetooth shall go to the Badlands."
   "Excellent decision my Tyr..." Chogg began.
   "And you my most Loyal Slaughtermaster, shall organize the defense of Ordu while I and Golgfag lead our expedition forces after this Floating Tower."
   Chogg's face darkened with rage, "That is unacceptable!" he began, but was quickly cut off by Tokran again.
   "I decide what is acceptable for the Whitetooth, not you, and if you need a reminder of that lesson I will be happy to provide one." Tokran growled menacingly, allow his hands to drop to the hammer and sword he carried on his belt.
   Chogg narrowed his eyes, "No, great Facecrusher. I understand my place."
   "Good, I will leave in the morning. Prepare a farewell feast." Tokran commanded as he left the Slaughtermaster's yurt.
   Once he was alone, the look of anger fled from Chogg's face replaced by his twisted smile. He looked down into his cauldron which served as both a cooking pot and point of communion with their dark god. "It has begun, and he even believes that it is his idea..."
   The cauldron bubbled in response sounding very similar to a wet, throaty chuckle.     

Excellently written. Only nitpick is the Ogres seem a bit well-spoken for dimwitted killing machines. Then again, "'ello Tokran 'owz it goin'"  wouldn't make for a good story.

Perhaps, but there are instances of them being quoted in the Army Book and they seem pretty well spoken in there as well.

To your glorious Immense-ness, Tokran Facecrusher,


The information we received from King Stonefist was true. The dwarfs tunnels lead us right into the path of the advancing ratmen.

As you commanded I took a token force to hide our intentions. The gnoblars proved an excellent distraction as we moved forward. As you predicted, our force was completely outmatched, but the Skaven seemed to be unaware of our true goal.

The Gut-sassins and I struck the Grayseer as you demanded, but he was carried from the field of battle by his Stormvermin before we could finish it.

The Skaven have fallen back, and we recovered a relic of the flying tower as well as an enchanted token that I have claimed from the battle. It has empowered my armor and made me even more capable to serve your immense-ness (Taking Armor of Destiny)

I return via the Dwarf Tunnels, and await your next command.

-Golgfag Maneater
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Golgfag,

Good Work.

It would have been better to have killed the Seer, but having driven him back will serve my needs for now.

My spies tell me that Chogg is very interested in this particular rat for some reason. Even if he is being spoken to by the Maw, I would know more about his interest before the two meet.

Report to me as soon as you return. There is much to do.

Tokran Facecrusher
Tyrant of the Whitetooth Clan . .

Excellently written. Only nitpick is the Ogres seem a bit well-spoken for dimwitted killing machines. Then again, "'ello Tokran 'owz it goin'"  wouldn't make for a good story.

I would expect that they would talk relatively slowly and deliberate, like the ogre on the now dead game Wrath of Heroes. Sort of like a rumbling advance of thunder.

But excellent story nonetheless.

{Prelude to my next Campaign Battle against the Bretonnian Forces}

   Tokran looked across the grasslands at the approaching Bretonnian force. A slight grunt was all that showed his displeasure, but to Ghat who had served as the Whitetooth’s Standard Bearer for all of Tokran’s rule and a decade of his father’s before that, the mood of the tyrant was obvious.
   
   “What’s wrong?”

   The Tyrant turned his head just slightly to look at Ghat from the corner of his eye.
“What is wrong, is that these Bretonnian’s are not Serpine’s men! He once again sends his children against us!”

   “ I thought we ate his sons at the Battle of Forger’s Crossing, great one.”

   “We did, and more is his shame that he now has his daughter come against me. I do not understand these humans. He complains and rages at our slaying of his sons, and yet he offers his daughter to our feast rather than face us himself.”

   “Look to the bright side, my tyrant. No doubt her flesh shall be more tender than that of her father or brothers.”

   That thought brightened the Tyrant’s mood. He had trouble remembering when he last tasted the flesh of a human woman, so reluctant were the Bretonnians to send their women into battle. All they ever saw of the Bretonnian women were their cursed spell casters; and those were all fed to the Slaughtermaster and Butchers to empower their own magic

   “You are right, Ghat! I shall begin this feast with his daughter, and continue through his entire household if that is what it takes before Serpine finally faces me.”

   “Shall I send word for Chogg to join us, great one?”

   A cruel smile crossed Tokran’s face, “No, Ghat. Chogg is best served where he is. Bring me Torga and Kindara. If Serpine sends his daughter into the fray, how could I be expected to do less.”
   
   The old standard bearer laughed, “Yes, sire, though I doubt any human woman would be the equal of your two lovely daughters.”

   “Exactly. I shall show Serpine that we are his betters in any way he wants to test us.”

The Ogre forces of Tokran Facecrusher finally approached the Bretonnians as they broke camp from the ruins of the city. The discipline of Lady Chondra assured that the Bretonnians were not caught off guard and so the battle was met with each army being on equal footing.

The Bretonnian Stone Throwers showered the field with boulders, taking more than a few of the Whitetooth Tribe with them. Mournefang Cavalry lead the charge against one of the machines as the Leadbelchers took cover in a ruined tower.

Summoning the power of the Great Maw, Torga Blackstew, Butcher and eldest daughter of the Tyrant unleashed waves of terror against one of the units of Yeoman who stood against her father's Tyrannical Guard. Their courage stolen, these men fled the battle.

Not to be outdone by her sister, Kindara Skystone lead a unit of Ogre Bulls against the other yeomen and slaughtered them to a man. Then carried on by their momentum they launched into a unit of knight errants on the other side of the river, slaughtering them as well.

Driven on by their Prophetess, a large column of Men-At-Arms drove towards the Tyrannical Guard, but upon seeing the elite ogres up close, their fears weighed down their feet and the charge failed. The resulting counter charge broke the Men-At-arms and they fled.

On the flanks of the battle, another Bretonnian Damsel who traveled with Lady Chondra and her knights, tried to use a magical chalice to empower her spells against the Mournefang. However the magic seeping from the cup poisoned the mage, who fell from her horse dead. Without this magical protection, the Knights were an easy target for the Leadbelchers who held the tower. Lady Chondra and her knights fled, leaving the peasants to the mercy of the Whitetooth Clan.

But in that moment the Men-at-arms regained their hearts and turned back to face the oncoming ogres. When their prophetess sought the powers of the heavens to strengthen them, Torga unleashed her darkest magics. She devoured the heart of a Chaos Sorceror and the resulting fumes caused the spells of the Prophetess to go awry, killing nearly all the Men-at-arms who stood with her. She was cut down moments later by the Leadbelchers.

The battle was ended by a brave but foolish charge of the Wings of the Lady, into the flank of the Tyrannical Guard. Tokran and Ghat, hungry for battle, pushed their way through the lesser ogres and defeated the Pegasus Knights by themselves.

As Lady Chondra rode from the scene the last sound she must have heard was the terrified screams of the peasant bowmen she had abandoned with no hope of survival.

Lady Chondra Serpine,

By now you know that your forces are no match for the might of the Whitetooth Clan. It would be a simple matter to march on your cities and lay waste to them as easily as I have your army.

I give you this one and only chance to spare your people this fate. I do not care for you, but only your father. He has claimed vendetta against me, and then hidden behind his children like a cowardly girl. This insult must end.

Tell your father that if he does not face me, we will sack his city and I personally will devour every Bretonnian in the Badlands that shares even a drop of Blood with House Serpine.

Deliver him to me, and our feud with your people will be ended.

Tokran Facecrusher,
Smasher of Walls
Tyrant of the Whitetooth Clan.