041 – Handogre

The Endless War that ravages the vast and arid lands of the Drought is not merely a title, but an institution. There can be no peace, for the very idea is utterly alien to the language of the hundreds of minor clans and tribes that divide and conquer each little oasis, each tiny cavern in this sun scorched and forsaken realm. Every day the borders are redrawn, every day brings new carnage, and the only language is violence. It is not a surprise then that the feuding tribes and warlords employ any mercenaries they can afford as well as make great haste in bold attempts to befriend and incorporate the natives of this land into their forces. From terrifying megasolifugaes to the simple, brutish cyclops, each beast will be yoked for purpose of directed conflict. It was a great joy of Warlord Joyful of the Bohemians clan to stumble upon un underground society of handogres – massive, bulky beasts of simple intelligence, composed of powerful limbs and tough hides. Simple as they were, taming them with food and safety proven easy enough, and soon the colourful throngs of the Joyful band were enhanced by the towering, hurling shapes of the savage handogres, scuttling on their many limbs, eschewing any weaponry in favour of the huge fists and sheer strength of their musclebound frames.