Table Of ContentWarhammer Fantasy: Ogre Kingdoms
By Valeria
Introduction
Long ago, when the Old Ones were trying to create a race that could assist them in their fight against
Chaos as the perfect soldiers, the Ogres were created. Strong, sturdy, resistant to Chaos and not too
bright, they seemed the perfect warriors. But the Old Ones could not finish the project and were
forced to leave the Ogres halfway done. The Ogres minded not, the simple race being happy to live
out generations on the wide plains they came to be on, hunting her beasts and competing with each
other.
It was when the first Ogres discovered how delicious the flesh of a man was that things changed. The
neighbouring country of Cathay, upon experiencing increasingly constant raids from the Ogres tribes
of the time, gathered it’s wizards to bring down a catastrophe upon the Ogrish race. A bright light
glowed in the sky after they cast their spell, a meteor speeding towards the planet from afar. It
crashed into the Ogre homeland and wiped out most of them, forcing what remained out with the
terrible winds and destruction it wrought even after it landed.
This was no mere meteor. It was a living organism. After it crashed, it tunnelled deep within the
earth and formed a link with the Ogres it had destroyed. After the event, every single Ogre could not
eat to satiation. No matter how much they ate, there was a constant hunger within them. This was
the Great Maw, what would eventually become the God of the Ogre race when a single Ogre would
go to see their original homeland and find nothing but a massive, gaping mouth filled with teeth and
muscle.
The Ogres however, had fled from their homeland. They went to the west, to the Ancient Mountain
Range in search of food and safety. For a time, these mountains seemed perfect, filled with gigantic
herd beasts that could feed whole tribes for days. When the Ogres met the shepherds of these
beasts, the Sky Titans, they went to war for the first time. The War in Heaven they called it, those
who can remember, as the Ogres fought the enormous Sky Titans and wiped them out. The few
titans who remained ran from the mountains, becoming the Giants known across the world today.
Soon enough, most Ogres ventured further west, after the food stores of the Titans were emptied.
They found smaller mountains, arrayed in vast ranges, that they would soon come to know as home
for centuries and millennia, until the current day. These are the Mountains of Mourn, the Ogre
Kingdoms. Divided up, tribe by tribe, each section is led by an Ogre Tyrant. They battle and feast
amongst each other, occasionally invade other kingdoms and live out their lives. Few Ogres have
grand ambitions for the world or desires to save or destroy it.
In the end, an Ogre wants to eat and fight and nothing else matters. And now you’ve become an
Ogre too.
You’ve been gifted with 1000 Choice Points (CP) to make purchases to help your life for the next ten
years in the world of Warhammer Fantasy Battles.
Locations
Your starting location is within the Ogre Kingdoms, the Mountains of Mourn, at the settlement of
your tribe. This will either be the existing camp of your tribe if you chose to be part of a canonical
tribe or a new location, if you decided to start your own. If you chose to be entirely independent,
you will begin at one of the entrances to the Mountains of Mourn, just outside the Ogre Kingdoms
and with the choice to enter or find your fortunes elsewhere in the world.
Origins
Any origin may be taken as a Drop In origin. Ogres are generally stupid enough to believe you if you
say you were always around.
Bruiser
Bigger, meaner, smellier. You’re a prime example of everything a good, proper Ogre should be. Your
sort is the sort that comes to positions of power and leadership amongst the tribe, having been
endowed with greater bulk and strength than the common Ogre. You’re likely related to your tribe’s
Tyrant in some manner, perhaps a son, brother or grandson. It’ll be your job to smash in any heads
who tell the Tyrant anything but what he wants to hear, lead your Ogrish kin into battle and watch
out for a chance to kill your leader and take his place as Tyrant.
Butcher
The Great Maw calls to all Ogres but there are those who feel a far deeper connection. When you
were born, you were taken by a Butcher, one of the priests of the Great Maw, and raised to become
a leader of the faith. He bit deeply into your stomach and taught you the ways of cooking,
slaughtering and the magics of the Maw. Now you are a Butcher in your own right, in charge of the
most holy of duties- preparing food and feasts for your tribe and leading all rites to the God of the
Ogre race.
Hunter
A small number of Ogres find themselves with peculiar desires. The desire to hunt and eat is in all
Ogres, a basic instinct, but to hunt such impressive game as can be found in the Mountains of Mourn
alone? Ogres just call your sort Hunters, to show your dedication to the art. Most of your time is
spent alone, separated from your tribe, if you have one at all. You hunt the great beasts of the
mountains and from time to time, descend to hunt lesser prey. Most Hunters take on and tame
some of what they hunt to assist them but it seems you’ve not yet found the perfect companion for
that. Perhaps you could look on your next hunt?
Maneater
Ogres can be found all across the world. Most are within the Ogre Kingdoms but mercenary bands
and roaming tribes can be spotted from the Empire to Lustria. The most famous of these wandering
Ogres are the Maneaters. Named after Golgfag Maneater, a famous and well-travelled Ogre
adventurer, a Maneater is an Ogre of the world. Travelling across many countries, picking up many
customs, eating many different kinds of people. You’ve been selling your sword to whatever lord can
buy it, hoping to see new lands and discover some great fortune to bring back home, along with
many tales of your exploits.
Gorger- 300
The ogre paunch is a holy thing and every now and then, a blasphemous child is born without one.
Sick, gangly or stringy, they’re weak and considered something of an abomination to many Ogres.
These whelps are thrown into the many caves found in the Mountains of Mourn, offerings to the
Great Maw. Most die quickly, eaten by the many things that hunt in the dark. Some survive. They
wriggle into tight holes and tunnels to hide from predators and their larger siblings. They hunt bugs,
then bigger animals, then the others that were thrown into the cave like them. All the whilst, the
warpstone that lines the caves and tunnels mutates their body into a form more suitable for their
lifestyles. Turned into terrifying, huge killing machines, the perfect hunters, most go mad from the
process and the life in the dark. Their frenzies and endless hunger earned them the name Gorger.
You became one of the beasts yet somehow, you retained your mind. You’re feared and reviled by
many Ogres yet with such a combination of power and intelligence and hunger, perhaps you could
prove yourself even still?
Your starting age is 20+ 1d8 years. Ogres will live for a few centuries so you are quite young. Your
gender is whatever it was previously, though you may change to become male for free. If you wish
to change either of these, pay 100CP to freely choose either.
Tribe
You will pick one of the 12 following options to decide your Tribe. Each Tribe has an associated
100CP perk that you will gain for free on taking that tribe. You may buy the other Tribe perks for
100CP each.
Goldtooth Tribe
The richest Ogre tribe of them all and currently what is closest to the head tribe as well, given their
leader is Overtyrant Greasus Goldtooth, the one Ogre who could command all the tribes to follow
his will. With vast treasures at their disposal, all Goldtooths have some form of wealth in their
armour or weapons, along with the required golden tooth replacement.
Thunderguts Tribe
The premier Ogre tribe from outside the Kingdoms, the Thunderguts are perhaps the most
renowned raiders of all the tribes. Infamous for never holding true to a deal or ransom, they
nonetheless use their great power and numbers to force others to comply with their demands.
They’ve recently returned to the Mountains of Mourn but are likely to go off on another long year of
raiding soon.
Crossed Clubs
More Maneaters have come from the Crossed Clubs then have any other tribe. Renowned liars and
braggarts, even an Ogre is rarely foolish enough to believe everything that comes out of the mouth
of a Crossed Clubs Ogre. They’re a colourful bunch, dressed in fashions and equipped with weapons
from dozens of different cultures.
The Sons of the Mountain
Living atop one of the highest peaks in the Ogre Kingdoms, the Sons of the Mountain are Hunters
one and all, having earned their title or aspiring to be so. They share a close friendship with the
Yhetees, the icy and furry cousins of the Ogres that live in such high altitudes and often hunt
alongside them.
The Feastmasters
A tribe that lives on the outskirts of the Ogre Kingdoms, growing fat on the easy pickings form the
surrounding areas. Known for keeping all manner of other races as pets like most Ogres keep
Gnoblars, especially on keeping Halflings, who they have found are fantastic cooks.
The Rock Skulls
The toughest and stupidest of all Ogre tribes. Known for their thick heads, a Rock Skull can quite
shatter a boulder with enough head-butts as well as be led in circles till he’s paying people for the
honour of fighting for them. If they had someone to direct them properly, they’d be one of the
fiercest fighting forces in the Kingdoms.
Blood Guzzlers
Settled in the Vale of Webs, a giant spider infested region of the Mountains of Mourn, the Blood
Guzzlers have learned well how to survive against the arachnid menace. Whilst not all Blood Guzzlers
are Hunters in full, they are all arachnid hunters in training and spirit, loving the taste of the
overgrown bugs and filling their regular feasts with their meat.
The Ironskin Tribe
A tribe with a significant amount of wealth and a penchant for wearing black iron armour, hence the
name. They made their fortunes by taking advantage of the mountain terrain to bring down
avalanches on their foes, then stealing anything they could from what was left, including hostages to
sell to the other tribes as food or slaves.
The Lazarghs
Descended from the original Ogre who discovered the Great Maw, Groth Onefinger, the Lazarghs
live on the very edge Ancient Giant Lands, the ancient mountains where the Sky Titans once ruled.
Diseased winds flow into this location both from the Great Maw’s exhalations and the chaos wastes,
forcing the Lazarghs to become sicker over time. Most tribe members have lost their teeth, which
they replace by hammering black stones into their gums instead.
Loner
You have no tribe. Whether you were cast out from an existing one or simply born to Ogres who had
no tribe themselves, you are a lone wandering Ogre in a wide open world. There’s plenty of work to
be found and if you were interested, most of the tribes would be amenable to you joining them if
you could bring some tasty food or a good fight.
Perks
100CP perks are free for their associated Origins and all other associated perks are discounted for
such.
Ogre Traits- Mandatory and Free
Ogres were made by the Old Ones in a half-finished attempt to create the ultimate warrior race
against the Daemons. Despite the half-baked nature of this project, the Ogres possess a great deal of
natural advantages.
Each Ogre stands around twelve feet tall and several times wider than a man in shoulder and
waistline. Their organs are mostly stored in their immense bellies, a part of the body considered
both holy and most impressive. This is not actually fat, despite the appearance of a fat gut, but
instead layers on layers of muscle. These layers are strong enough to crush bone or metal between
their folds with ease. Ogres as a whole are incredibly strong and tough. Their skin is like thick
leather, warding off swords and arrows with ease, whilst their powerful muscles allow them to tear
men to pieces with their bare hands or charge at surprisingly great speeds across open land.
Ogres are resistant to cold and heat, such that icy mountaintops or daytime deserts give them little
discomfort. They can survive on even spoilt and rotten food, though they eat large amounts, and
rarely bother much with shelter given how tough they are. They can live for centuries, though only a
few survive that long with the constant battle, and are even highly resistant to the influence of
Chaos. They’re hardly immune to being warped or mutated but it would take years of low or mid-
level exposure to see them start to do so. Even when they are, they’re not hated by their normal
brothers. If anything, an Ogre is likely to be quite jealous of a Chaos Ogre who lucked into getting a
few extra mouths.
Ogres are generally quite stupid. They can have a sort of cunning at times and some Ogres, usually
the leaders, do prove to have some level of smarts about them. All Ogres however, have a great,
gnawing hunger within them. They are driven to eat and eat and eat, as well as to enjoy the act
greatly. This is the influence of the Great Maw which calls all Ogres back towards its centre. If they
live long enough, all Ogres will eventually make a pilgrimage to answer that call and lay eyes upon
their deity. Post jump this will become an Alt Form for you.
Leadbelching- 100
The Leadbelchers are those strange Ogres who take a liking to the boom of cannon fire, thus taking
up a cannon of their own to take into battle. An actual canon mind, ripped straight from the deck of
a pirate ship or fortress wall. You’ve got a surprising talent for this sort of explosive weapon, along
with all other sorts of primitive or early explosive weapons. Even holding the cannon in your hands
and setting it off manually won’t blind or deafen you. You’re too used to explosions to be harmed in
those ways. Still likely to pick up some nasty scars if you’re not careful.
Hail to the God of Fire- 200
The Fire Mouth is an immense volcano found within the Ogre Kingdoms. It erupts quite often,
spewing lava throughout the valleys. A tribe of Ogres started to believe that this great mountain was
a God, similar if inferior to the Great Maw itself. Given the existence of other, genuinely living
mountains within the Ogre Kingdoms, perhaps they are right. These Ogres devoted themselves to
the mountain, eating the blood that spilt from its body. But even an Ogre cannot eat a handful of
magma without dying.
Except some did not die. Some emerged from the volcano’s caldera with incredible powers of fire,
bleeding lava when cut and espousing the faith of the Fire Mouth. Now, any Ogre may try his
chances to join the ranks of the Firebellies, the believers of this cult. You are one such believer. You
can spray fire from your mouth, control the Lore of Fire that grants you destructive fire magic, bleed
and spray molten lava on foes when your skin is pierced and shrug off all but the hottest of flames.
You are a terrifying sight on the battlefield, wreathed in smoke and fire with glowing eyes and a
mouth dripping with molten rock. There’s no denying the horrific toll you can wreak upon the enemy
with your powers though.
Horde Hoard- 100 (Free for Goldtooth Tribe)
Ogres don’t have terribly much use for wealth past a certain point. Buying armour and weapons
from other races, a few trinkets or giant mechanical beasts perhaps. Once you reach the levels of
hoarded gold that the Goldtooth’s have, it’s hard to find a way to use it all. The Goldtooth’s even
started just embedding their gold and jewel’s into their armour outright. Surprisingly, it actually
works. The more of such materials embedded or laced into your armour or weapons, the tougher
they get. If you managed to completely encrust something in gold and shiny gems, you might see it
up to thrice as tough as it normally is.
Your Money and Your Life- 100 (Free for Thunderguts)
A ransom is a delicate business at times, usually too delicate for an Ogre. You need to strike a
balance between the threat given and the tribute asked for. Too much asked for and they might
decide it’s best to fight for their lives anyway. The Thunderguts, despite a long history of making
ransoms and then taking the hostages anyway, seem to manage just fine. You’re not just excellent at
getting just the right hostages to get the ransom you want but also in making people believe you’ll
uphold your end of the bargain, even if you haven’t several times before now.
Tall Tales- 100 (Free for Crossed Clubs)
Maneaters gather up plenty of stories in their adventures, yet they still exaggerate and make up
stories even more impressive then the amazing stuff they actually experience. Even the most famous
of adventuring Ogres do this. Why? All part of the fun. Every Ogre knows there’s half a chance you’re
full of shit but the fun is in how good you are at telling stories anyway. And you are good. You’re
both a greatly entertaining storyteller and a consummate liar, able to mix the two to paint yourself
as one of the great heroes of the age with ease.
Kissing Cousins- 100 (Free for Sons of the Mountain)
Living with the Yhetee has taught you much about acceptance. Ogres can be quite amiable to their
icy cousins but your tribe lives alongside them. When it comes to species like this, those closely
related yet separate from your own, you have a close affinity with them even from the first meeting.
The two of you just seem to get off on a great start and see each other in good lights. A human
would find the same with any number of monkeys, whilst a Wood Elf would find itself in surprisingly
good stead with its counterpart breeds.
Kitchen Hands- 100 (Free for Feastmasters)
Gnoblars and other little races are all very amusing pets to keep. They also make great snacks, taking
only a few bits to gobble down and being able to move on their own. No wonder so many Ogres
keep them handy. Your tribe discovered that these little races can have benefits beyond amusement
and food. The Halflings were found to be wonderful cooks and thus the Feastmasters enslaved large
numbers of them, keeping them alive in exchange for good meals. You’re good at breaking the wills
of much weaker and smaller beings like Halflings or Gnoblars, to the point that they’ll never even
consider rising up against you. Not without some sort of hero to marshal them. Just eat the hero.
Thick as a Rock- 100 (Free for Rock Skulls)
The skin of most Ogres is like thick leather hide. With it being backed by even thicker layers of
muscle, it forms a defence so great that Ogres rarely bother with the armour that lesser, smaller
races use so often. The Rock Skulls? Their skin is more like stone. Blades don’t just thud into it
uselessly, they bounce off outright. It’s no wonder this tribe wins all the rock head-butting contests.
Might want to watch out for moss though.
Eight Legged Freaks- 100 (Free for Blood Guzzlers)
Spiders. Filthy goddamn things. The Blood Guzzler tribe is surrounded by nests of giant bastard
spiders and they learnt to kill the fuckers well. The things are each as big as an ogre and lightning
fast, yet a single ogre can dismantle a whole pack in just a minute or two, leaving a pile of twitching
legs next to their dismembered bodies. They even know how to cook the freakish animals,
apparently it’s quite tasty. Not only do you share this knowledge of how to kill and cook the giant
spiders of your home but you also find yourself much more deadly against any future arachnid foes.
Bringing Down the Mountain- 100 (Free for Ironskins)
The Iron Skin tribe made their fortune by utilising the many avalanche-capable mountainsides to
easily bury much greater foes and then steal their stuff. This level of environmental awareness is
quite surprising for any common Ogre, much less an entire tribe to have, but it serves them and you
well. You can easily recognise the spots that make things fall apart in structures of the environment
and know how to direct that falling apart to your advantage, whether you block off a passageway or
just crush your foes with a few hundred boulders.
Further It Goes, Harder It Gets- 100 (Free for Lazarghs)
The Lazargh tribe may have been left twisted and mutated, even beyond what most Ogres who
worship Chaos end up as, but that mutation has only seen their resistance to the Daemonic taint
even greater. Whether you share the corrupted bodies of the Lazarghs in full or not, your natural
resistance to Chaos taint has been heightened even more, such that nothing short of an active
attempt at corrupting your body by a powerful Daemon will find any purchase at all.
Bruiser
Irongut- 100
Ogres with a desire to earn a bit more prestige for themselves sometimes take to eating all manner
of strange and difficult things. Stones, scrap metal, trees and such, all to prove their intestinal
fortitude to other ogres. A common practice among Ironguts, the elite soldiers of the Ogre
Kingdoms, it’s one you picked up yourself. Your body can digest anything you can fit down your
throat. It’s not necessarily safe, so I wouldn’t recommend trying to eat anything too sharp. Other
Ogres seeing you eat such rough food will no doubt have a healthy respect for your gut.
Me and My Boys- 100
A great Ogre, one with power and guts, will sire little Ogres just as great as he. It’s both a blessing
and a curse for many Ogre Tyrants. Their children often become their most powerful warriors,
leaders and bodyguards yet those same children are the premier threat to their thrones. Long as
that Tyrant can keep an eye out and a heavy hand to smack down any upstarts, things usually work
out well. Much like the greatest of Ogres, your children are fated to grow to be every bit as big,
strong and hungry as you are. They won’t be born with anything your culture might consider as a
deformity, within reason, so you’ll never have to fear that your seed might produce some gutless
brat and bring shame on you.
Crusher Guts - 200
One might think that with all that bulk, an Ogre would be a slow, lumbering beast that is easy to take
down by a faster, nimbler opponent. Perhaps if that Ogre were fighting a single elf in close quarters,
matching their agility against each other, one might be right. But on the battlefield? An ogre charge
can move light lightning and tear through even the sturdiest of shield walls and fortifications like
paper. Your speed, raw movement speed rather than agility or dextrousness, is no longer limited by
your size, build or fat. Even if your belly was so big it could hold an entire ogre or two and you were
left with stumpy little legs, you could run as fast as you could in your prime, almost as fast as a horse
for most Ogres in a straight line.
Ogre Charge- 200
There’s no sound quite like the thunderous boom of an entire horde of ogres slamming into the
enemy lines. Twelve feet of hulking muscle moving faster than any man can sprint will reduce thick
metal shields to twisted scrap and flesh and bone to smashed puddles beneath stomping feet. When
you and your brethren charge, you are imbued with an almost unstoppable force. Moth metal and
stone will be torn through before you and only monsters several times bigger than yourself could
force you to halt. You won’t be harmed by whatever you crash into, not at first, even if its dwarven
spears or the frosty hide of a great beast from the mountains. Afterwards, that impact protection
will fail, so a few back steps may help.
Absolute Violence- 400
A great Ogrish leader doesn’t use charisma, charm or manipulation to control their followers. They
just bash in the heads of anyone that says no until everyone falls in line. That’s the sort of rule you
were raised under and it’s the sort of rule you took to heart. You can easily cow the weak willed with
shows of force and those already under your rule will not dissent, rebel or even plot against you, so
long as you can show that you are every bit as strong and cruel as ever. If you find a rogue element
within your tribe, just tear the leader apart with your bare hands and the rest of his would-be rebels
Description:Guzzlers have learned well how to survive against the arachnid menace. Whilst not all Blood Guzzlers are Hunters in full, they are all arachnid hunters
