[Sombre]

Blood and shards of tooth sprayed from the maw of the Slaughtermaster as he crunched down on a mouthful of bedrock. The Ogre Bulls ahead of him grit their teeth as the power of the maw flowed through their bodies, hardening their skin against the flimsy blades of their foes. The wolf tribe had mustered a force of many hunters and raiders, but even against a handful of Bulls the outcome was predictable - a slaughter. Not a single Ogre was felled and the entire tribe was brought down in a matter of minutes, smashed by great clubs, dismembered and devoured in an orgy of violence and hunger. Even as gnoblars squabbled over their meager possessions, the gnarled old Bruiser known as Clubby Bang had already turned his attention to the next village of humans. They would eat well for many months to come, but these minor raids would be nothing compared the the storm that was brewing. The Butchers spoke of a great migration to the West and the voice of the Great Maw, hungry for flesh, grew stronger in the gut of every Ogre.