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They are far more concerned with obtaining their next dinner than with debating how or why they came to be. Ogres do value legends - often exaggerated tales of bravado told around campfires - and they do record major events with their cave drawings, but to an Ogre, history means their last meal and ancient history is the feast before that. Of course such questions never occur to the Ogres themselves, for they are not scholarly in the least, being unable to read or write. Where exactly the Ogres come from and how they fit in with the other races of the world is a question many scholars have asked. The Saga of the Ogres, as interpreted by Yohan the Honest (declared eaten)

Though many of these accounts are extremely exaggerated and overly fantasied, there may yet be truth within the story that none would dare to believe. What little information about their history remains can only be deciphered from ancient cave paintings or the oral stories passed down their culture from generation to generation. The Ogre race as a whole are a completely superstitious and illiterate group, and thus there are very little to no recorded accounts of history within their race. The infamous Gutplate depicting the symbol of the Great Maw.

1.5 The Rise of Goldtooth (590 to 2521 IC).

1.2 A Once Peaceful Existence (-5700 to -2749 IC).

Should nothing stop them now, it is said that the Ogres will stop at nothing to devour every living thing within this ravaged world. That was many thousands of years ago, and as the Ogres grow in numbers once more, the cycle of history is set to repeat itself. It is they who once claimed a mighty realm within the Great Steppes of the Far East, battling the ancient Grand Empire of Cathay for supremacy before the day came that their malevolent and ever-hungry God, the Great Maw punished the Ogres for their sins and brought about the Great Migration of their race. It was the Ogres who brought down the mighty Sky-Titans of the upper Peaks, bringing their civilisation low and condemning their children into exile or enslavement. Īrmies have come and gone throughout the ages into the Mountains, but only the Ogres can truly claim to have conquered it all. Yet such is the Ogres ferocious, stubborn and ever ravenous nature that they see these creatures not as a foe to cower and hide from, but as a challenge that needs to be brought down, crushed beneath their boot and eaten to fill their hungry bellies. Even here, amongst the peaks where they hold claim to all, fearsome beast and mighty creatures dominate the dark corners of their realm, preying on all those who come to close. They pick on the strong and the weak alike, battling mighty foes and powerful kingdoms many thousands of miles away all for the alluring promise of gold, plunder and meat.

They fight as thugs, bandits and mercenaries, their hulking numbers coming from a wide diversity of warmongering tribes scattered all across the Mountain range. It is here, amongst the frozen peaks and blistering blizzards that mighty Tyrants rule over their own brutal kingdoms, warring amongst each other, looting, extorting and ransacking all before them as a tribute to their own gluttonous appetite and their ever-hungry God, the Great Maw. Yet no matter how far away they may be, all Ogres refer to the scattered tribal kingdoms that dominate the slopes and river valleys of the Mountains of Mourn their rightful, hard-earned homeland. Wandering tribes of Ogres can be found wrecking their way across the globe, erecting many strongholds and plundering far off and exotic lands the likes of which no man will ever see in their lifetime. The Ogre Kingdoms are the rightful and sovereign domain of the large and brutish Ogre race. Chaos Ogres, Yhetees (distant cousin), Gorgers (degenerate off-shoot)