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[b][color=0072bc]• Title:[/color][/b] Slarg the Marauder 
[b][color=0072bc]• True Name:[/color][/b] Slarg
[b][color=0072bc]• Age:[/color][/b] 43 
[b][color=0072bc]• Species:[/color][/b] Ogre

[b][color=0072bc]• Weapons:[/color][/b] 
Slarg wields a mighty club, roughly axed into shape from the heartwood of a treant, crudely bound and studded with the strongest metals he could loot. Over the years, Slarg has killed many mighty champions, and their magical weapons adorn the business end of Slarg's club - sometimes crudely bolted on, sometimes punched clean through the wood. As a result, its appearance is quite eclectic, but it packs a punch.

[b][color=0072bc]• Species Traits:[/color][/b]
Monstrous Strength: Ogres are simple creatures, but no less dangerous for that fact. An ordinary ogre can fit a human's entire head in its mouth, or crush it like an egg between thumb and forefinger. The strongest ogres have been known to drag giants to the floor and wrench off their limbs, or wield siege weapons single-handedly. Their large size and powerful legs allow them to outrun most smaller creatures, and even a weaponless ogre can depopulate a small village on its own.

Monstrous Toughness: Ogres are as thick-skinned as they are thick-headed, with dense, heavy bones and leathery skin that feels little pain. Every broken bone heals up harder than before, and every scar and callus is thicker than the skin around it. Raw meat and mouldy food are little danger to an ogre, and their prodigious size allows them to absorb tremendous amounts of poison.

[b][color=0072bc]• Special Abilities:[/color][/b]
Ogres aren't the most inventive race, the most religious or the most in tune with the flow of magic, and Slarg is even less of all those things than usual.

[b][color=0072bc]• Inventory:[/color][/b]
Slarg isn't much of a craftsman, and it isn't always easy to find craftsmen in the Abyss who'll take "not having their face caved in" as payment for quality goods. As Slarg rarely has the patience or inclination to work out anything else, he tends to travel light. Slarg's clothing tends to be less resilient to damage than he is, and accordingly, he barely owns anything to even keep his inventory [i]in[/i]. His only worldly possessions, beyond his beloved club and some raw animal hides to preserve his modesty, are several prodigious lengths of rope and chain, that he keeps wrapped around various body parts for storage. Neither the rope nor chain is adapted to his size or anywhere near able to hold his weight, but they are useful for strapping on trophies or items of particular interest.

[b][color=0072bc]• Background:[/color][/b] 
Slarg was once a conqueror, an ogre warlord with a host of lesser warriors hanging on to his every bellow. His army rampaged across multiple smaller kingdoms, destroying and devouring everything in their path for many months, and adding countless fearsome monsters to their ranks. Slarg might have gone down in the history books as one of the greatest conquerors of all time, if it hadn't been for his one weakness - basic military strategy. 

As Slarg's monstrous army grew, it became more and more difficult to feed all those hungry mouths, and Slarg's enemies were aware of this fact. Once Slarg brought his forces to bear against one of the larger human realms, the peasants in his path simply set fire to their fields and storehouses, took their livestock and ran for the hills long before the monsters could reach them. Soon, the starving monsters grew desperate, morale fell, and the army fell upon itself, destroying itself in mere days. Monster fought against monster, in a greater battle than anything Slarg had ever seen - and when it was all over, only Slarg himself remained.

Alone, tired and wounded, Slarg found himself hunted like an animal by the weakling humans he had been slaughtering for months. They chased him night and day, all across Altfare, and only stubborn pride and rage kept him on his feet as he ran and hid from his pursuers. They chased him all the way to the edge of he Abyss where, faced with a final choice, he leapt into the darkness rather than surrender to his fate.

[b][color=0072bc]• Other:[/color][/b] Optional. Anything else not mentioned above that you may wish to add goes here.
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