The apocalypse was nigh, fire consumed the hiding, blood runs through the streets like a rapid, bodies littered the landscape like leaves, and the few screams of the living perpetrated through the smell of defecation of rotted bodies. It truly was the end for the denizens of the land, however, this was a paradise for the greedy and hungry. These powerful few were collectively called the Ogre Kingdoms, a nomadic race of conquerors that raid, pillage, and eat everything that doesn’t bow beneath their mighty girth. The few that try to defy these giants are quickly quelled with absolute force, an army with each soldier on average more than twice the size of a human while they march with malicious eyes and grins to the demise of a defiant people. At the moment, this was the case for the proud dawi people, an ancient race of dwarves with the voracity and strength to survive since the beginning of this eternal conflict of the Old World. However, with Karak Krak’s underground city desecrated beyond repair, the powerful tribe of the All-Maw after a several month long siege planted their corrupted flag at the throne room of the dead dwarf king of the mountain. Ogres were then laughing as they strolled through the destroyed city, gathering and snacking on strewn bodies like candy as the monsters were pillaging the last of what they had came for to collect from these proud Dawi, their beer. 

Cheers! The sentiment echoing throughout the canyon, ogres of all size celebrating their hard-earned victory over the stubborn dawi. A feast of enormous size was happening outside the bashed gate of Karak Krak, ogres of the All-Maw tribe wandering about drinking and eating their fill of tough dwarf flesh and mouth watering alcohol produced by these dead brewers. In the center of all of this commotion was one giant ogre, they towered over even the largest of the tribe and had enough power to crush an entire city with the wave of a hand. Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong was savouring his victory the most, as the leader of the All-Maw it was plain to see that he would be partying the hardest of them all. This was quite apparent as Sgrogbraogg was firmly grasping an entire tank of ale between his two meaty hands, the giant metal container of alcohol would have most likely crushed any person that tried to lift the object, but Sgrogbraogg was no mere person. “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” screamed out the surrounding ogres, watching in amazement as their leader was not only lifting the tank of ale but was simultaneously drinking all the contents with one single nasty slurp. As these great ogres were chanting with blood, meat, and spit escaping out of their slobbering mouths, the tank of ale had just reached an angle in which it was now perfectly vertical over Sgrogbraogg. Only silence was heard at this pivotal moment, the gluttonous slurping had been quelled and soon with concentrated strength of the Tyrant, the giant metal tank was soon violently crushed between his two meaty arms and slammed onto the ground with a grinning leader standing on top. The All-Maw clan then erupted in cheers, laughing heartily at the amazing feat that their Tyrant had just pulled off, this act cementing once again why Sgrogbraogg was the leader of the All-Maw. 

“There are two thing that these Dawi can do right, give us tough meaty flesh and good ass tasting ale!” Sgrogbraogg yelled, the surrounding ogres toasting to their leader before resuming back to their endless feasting of the dwarven flesh. With that stunt over, the Tyrant walked his way over towards his personal hut. All ogres cheering and toasting their leader as he passed by the various soldiers of fortune. “Ugh, I think all that ale I just drank is heavier than what I am right now,” Sgrogbraogg thought to himself, the slurry of food and drink sloshing through his enormous belly as he stomped his way through the bloodied landscape. 

Entering his abode, Sgrogbraogg looked around the hut to check if anything had moved but it seemed that everything was in place. Loosening his gut plate revealing a giant jiggling belly, Sgrogbraogg went over to his private ditch to take a mighty shit worth of being the leader of the All-Maw. Squatting near the trench, the Tyrant soon noticed his hut mysteriously fogging up as the misty clouds soon became thick enough which rendered his sight to just beyond his hands. “What’s this then?” Sgrogbraogg questioned, his voice booming across the hut yet was still squatting near his private trench. The Tyrant tried waved his arms, checking if anyone was near the leader finding that no one was stupid enough to get close enough to the towering monster. “C’mon, I don’t got all day. I’ll kill ya while I’m shitting and use your dead body to wipe my ass if you don’t speak up right now.”

A few moments of silence continued before a stranger’s voice perpetrated through the fog. “Calm yourself, Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong. We have come far to find you and offer up an opportunity that you don’t want to miss.”

“Heh, not a lot of people keep up with my name… What’s your offer? My men are itching for another fight, so if you’re hiring us then this better be a good price or your body will be sticking all the way in Hell when I’m done with you.”

“We do not offer this deal to anyone, Tyrant. Only to the few that we deem strong enough are able to participate and your strength has greatly peaked our interest. We offer you not one physical object to satisfy one desire, but we serve you an opportunity to satiate all your desires with a tournament to fight for a single wish of your choice.”

“A wish? A tournament? BWHAHAHAHA! You expect me to fall for such a poor ruse? I don’t know why you think I’m as stupid as an orc, but unless you are Gods, I’ll be getting up right now and pop you in my mouth for a crunchy treat!” Tyrant laughed, raising himself from his latrine as he finished his nasty business with cleaning the mess with several books of the Holy Book of Sigmar.

The Tyrant slowly stumbled through his home, waving his arms around being careful to not accidently destroy his stuff searching for the mysterious guest. However, this person seemed to avoid his fatal grasp at every turn while calmly continuing his elevator pitch to the man-eating monster. “I’d advise you to reconsider my offer Tyrant Sgrogbraogg. I know you are an ogre of great desire like others, but your desire is far greater than any other which allowed you to gain such strength and will. Heed my words once again, if you are able to crush this competition of blood like your earlier days, you will find yourself able to rule this world.” 

“Bah! You have done your research well human, but what gives you the right to dictate what I can and can’t do? My strength is mine alone, I don’t need your stupid magic to give mysel-”

“Magic and gaining power? I wonder why that sounds so familiar Sgrogbraogg? Does it mean that the dark magic didn’t turn your frail body into the ogre you are today? Please, think of this like another upgrade of your strength provided by your glorious god, the Great Maw. I must say that it will be hard earned as the greater power you receive must be met with a greater trail. Through your unlikely survival to your adulthood you gained the power to rule over your tribe, and to receive the power to conquer worlds you must face off against the greatest powers across the worlds!”

The final words stopped the Tyrant in his tracks as his brain started to churn with thought, the stranger’s magical fog soon faded away revealing a gas-masked stranger with a seemingly smaller version of the human standing behind the masked stranger. The mystery man then gestured to the various weapons laid across the room, and with one look towards the masked human Sgrogbraogg began to laugh at the antics of the masked man. “I must say, you do make a compelling argument… Bah! You’ve made your case stranger, you’ve peaked my interest which means I won’t eat you… For now. Let me get my stuff ready.”

“My name is Doctor Linas Richards for future use. I must say it was my pleasure to convince you to join me. Most of the recruiters didn’t want to risk themselves to your high-risk profile, especially my daughter Mary here, but seeing and talking to you in person has enlightened me about your unique profile.” 

“Heh, you talk funny human. Now, you best sneak off wherever you came from, I can say for sure that one of my men will try to eat and your little assistant if you reveal yourself to them… Like me,”

“No need Tyrant, just follow us out and we will be on our way to the Inquisitional College. You might want to watch your head at the door ways when we arrive, we never accounted for 16-foot tall people in the construction.” As Linas made his way out of the hut, Sgrogbraogg was slightly confused by his words as it would take some time to get out of these treacherous mountains, but as the Tyrant exited his home the ogre was suddenly flooded with new sensory information.            

Wincing at the sudden brightness, he was confused for a few moments as the great feasting was at the dead of night, not in the bright afternoon. Sgrogbraogg further found himself in an unfamiliar situation as buildings of strange architecture crowded the Tyrant and in the distance was a city almost as large as Altdorf! In slight amazement, he looked behind him to find his hut was gone as well with Linas and Mary beckoning Sgrogbraogg towards the college with a pathway paved with brilliant white stone. “Hmpfh, maybe these guys are Gods,” Tyrant mumbled to himself, hefting his mighty weapons strapped to his back and readjusted his gut plate before stomping his way towards his next great adventure.