Spring Clean 26 - Ogre Kingdoms by Poentje

Here is my first entry for the SSC26, I also submitted this for the monthly painting competition. It is very big and heavy model, weighing in at 310 grams. Skrag the Slaughterer.

Many, many years ago Skrag was just a regular Slaughtermaster of some minor Tyrant named Bron Rockgrinder. His life was nice and all until the moment he accidentally cooked Bron’s favourite Gnoblar (it’s also implied that he did this on purpose, as that gnoblar regularly pissed him off) and served him to Bron at a feast (likely not intended). His Tyrant, who was already known as That guy, punished him by hacking his hands off and eating them, and then banished Skrag to under-caves while also attaching a giant cauldron to his back. What a dick.

Having nowhere to go, the former Slaughtermaster shoved his carving implements into his wrist-stumps as makeshift weapons and ventured deeper and deeper until he encountered a pack of feral and degenerate offshoot of Ogres named Gorgers. The fight for him went pretty easy. After killing at least a dozen Gorgers, he managed to rip the throat of their leader with his teeth, and was recognised by the surviving Gorgers as one of them. Driven by revenge, Skrag managed to escape from the underground labyrinth with his brand new army of Gorgers, and after that he returned home and killed everyone there, sacrificing the Tyrant to the Great Maw.

This sacrifice gave him the power of the Maw itself and raised him above all other Ogres, as the Maw chose him as its prophet, imbuing him with visions of battle, slaughter and most importantly, the chance to make some good food. Skrag is now revered by even the nastiest of Ogre rulers and constantly spends time travelling from battle to battle, guided by his visions. Once he arrives at a battlefield he starts carving up foes into bloody ribbons and dropping them into his cauldron for his signature “ogre potluck stew” (ogres only make up between 15-70% of the stew at any one time). Followed around by a band of Gorgers that have figured out that following Skrag leads them to food, and a group of amateur gnoblar chefs who scurry around the battlefield picking up random bodily detritus and throwing it into the pot, Skrag marches from battle to battle, consuming and sacrificing everything for his beloved God.