Recent content by Chief Mogrin Dhuumal

Mogrin swung and swung and swung. He fell into a rhythm of sorts, much like his late grandfather, a drummer like the Dhuumoks of old, pounding away on his great instrument in the heat of battle. But the music Mogrin now made was a tune of his singing club matched against the discordant shrieks...

Arod, a fellow marksmen hailing from Drennantor, spied the sight that Hasulfel had witnessed. He was a younger man, only seasoned of twenty-two winters, but he did think himself to be more experienced and sharper of mind than he otherwise would have been, this for the harrowing incident that...

Here was a field in which his ogres could thrive! Mogrin knew the strengths and the weaknesses of his people, and of the style of fighting to which they were accustomed. Ogres did not fight well in a line, with their big weapons and massive swings. Even Mogrin himself, he who was among them...

And when the Gwathui emerged from the darkness and into sight, the Maulgar, who had never before seen such beasts, balked with sudden shock and terror. Anxious murmurs came from the ogre's numbers: "I don't like the look of them!" "Somethin's wrong, Chief." "Oi, what are those things, boys...

Mogrin's game for the Ashen Glades.

Often in times of peace did Mogrin Dhuumal lead his ogre kin abroad from Gild and Campania in search of battle. The Maulgar honored Threshkuul with feats of strength, from wrestling events to the great moving of boulders in stone quarries, and, as it was with their ancestors and with ogres all...