Thread: The Reign of Blackfang (casket & CJ)

Humans first arrived over 200 years ago on the eastern shores of Headeron in massive ships. The natives of the lands regarded them with distrust as well they should've. The Ogrekin whom had originally laid claim to the land were a simple people, living in clans and only taking what they needed from the land, while the humans thirst for resources seemed unquenchable. The smaller human creatures weren't content to live humbily, instead building great walled cities and making war with the natural inhabitants. Soon they pushed the Ogrekin off of their ancestral lands and forced them onto reservations. Blackfang's father could still remember a time when their race lived free on the land, and promised that his people would someday return to that majesty, unfortunately he died before he could free them from the human's tyranny. Now Blackfang is chieftain and unlike his father he can not remember the time before their enslavement, he was born into it and because of this his hatred for the pink skinned puny humans boils deep within his noble soul. It was an autumn day nearing the harvest festival when Blackfang began his revolt. He and his berserker warriors laid waste to the guard station and fort that was charged with keeping the Ogrekin on the reservation. With a decisive victory at hand, they Orge clan attacked the nearest human city, Ballistica. The city was large and wealthy with towering fortified walls and an impressive army. The siege lasted for almost a week before Blackfang's forces overwhelmed the human's fortifications and broke through. What followed was the whole sale slaughter of every man within the walls. Blackfang had ordered the capture of the human woman of breeding age, he would have his revenge and bolster the Ogrekin's race in the same stroke. Now the massive 6'8 tall behemoth sits in the former Human King's throne, having broken the armrests off just so he could fit upon the small thing. His massive muscled form is still covered in sweat and scars from the battle to take the final holdout. His broad shoulders and chest are covered in the tribal tattoos that mark him as his proud people's cheiftan. He wears no armour, nor do any of his warriors, the metal the human's cover themselves in is a sign of weakness, instead he only wears a loincloth and fur boots. His large tusks have been dyed with black elderberries which is what gives him his name. This is for you father....I conquer in your name! He announces and his warriors roar in acceptance. His massive battleaxe propped up next to him is still covered in the blood of the countless knights he slew to take the throne. In his massive right hand is the partially cooked thigh of the head of the guards, which Blackfang feasts upon. Hammerhead....Go and fetch the woman we've captured. I wish to peer upon our good fortune while I eat! He commands his second in command, this Ogre is almost as big as his Chieftain, with many scars to show his conquests. Yes Chief Blackfang, I am sure you will be pleased, in addition to many commoner woman we seized in the city, we were able to capture some of their royalty as well when we took this castle. A princess and her handmaidens, unfortunately the Queen killed herself before we could put hands to her though. Hammerhead answered, as he snapped his fingers, a signal to bring the chain of bound woman into their former grand hall.