Tyrant Ironbiter the Gorefang

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**Ironbiterknight**

The massive Tyrant patted his belly happily, his makeshift armor clinking around as he shuffled. He had just won his most recent challenge to his authority, and having promptly consumed the loser, he was quite content. Towering at over 10 feet, larger, bulkier and with a bigger Gutplate than every other Ogre in his warband. Hey! We'r movin! He bellowed, his voice carrying over the din of the shuffling parts and moving meat. He grabbed his massive mace, the crackling energy of the titanic, broad face made him smile. He licked the last bit of blood off of the face of it, the energy tickling his tongue and making his belly rumble a bit more. His Slaughtermaster moved up to his side, a wicked grin on his face as the crushed up body of a Gnoblar crunched about in his teeth. The Great Maw is appy.The Tyrant just smiled and looked forward of him, watching as his slowly gathering army meandered about. He was beginning to make moves on the smaller tribes, trying to build up an army to rival Greasus, the smug bastard. He had conquered several tribes already, taking his very small warband to a force to be reckoned with. His eyes scanned about the horizon, sensing the hunger of his warband.Human village near mountains.He said with a grin, pointing the way. They were all going to eat well tonight.