Gulag the Strange, by Tomas/Two Hammers
(author's note and warning: This short story is the concept of my Tyrant who is in the process of being sculpted from scratch, some parts of this story are not appropriate for minors or children so sod off if you're too delicate to read it
you have been warned! *Ogre scary grin-face*)
Where many Ogres tell stories of their lives or others in legend, be it by heroically-stupid acts or odd eating challenges there are none more that simply revile and disgust the denizens of the kingdoms like Gulag the Strange.
To tell his tale would be to start with a dare he was given as a young whelp; to climb down the mountains and bring back a live Sabretusk as proof that he was truly an Ogre. Naturally he accepted and set about this idiotic task though fate intervened and while the details of the actual event remain a mystery, Gulag found himself locked in a cage by a wizard of the Empire who thought the young Ogre would make an excellent study thesis and test subject.
Over the years he grew, and grew, and grew with the wizard beginning to think that perhaps it was not such a good idea to keep such a creature as a pet after he found the bars of the cage bent in an attempt to escape. The wizard, whose name was never discovered (or that no one cared to recount it) made the decision to brainwash the now-bulky test subject into thinking he was the whelp’s father in some delusional plan to cure his loneliness.
Gulag to this day is convinced that the man was his parent though that did not stop a mature one-tonne Ogre from giving into his ravenous hunger and thus during a skill demonstration to the townsfolk by his ‘father’, Gulag spontaneously decided that he was hungry and the old wizard would make a nice meal.
Hordes of screaming villagers stampeded and fled from the horrible scene but in a rather stupid mistake by the town’s militia they sealed the gatehouses to try and keep the monster from escaping, only creating a giant killing field for Gulag as for weeks he terrorized through the streets eating whole families and guardsmen. When a battalion of Empire soldiers rallied to rid the town of the lumbering menace who now was far larger than a natural Ogre possibly due to some of the experiments his surrogate parent had performed on him over the years, they found the streets eerily quiet and the flagstones underfoot caked with dried blood…
Gulag had hunted and consumed the populace of two thousand villagers; families, pets, guardsmen, livestock and even the local lord and his mayor. What made it worse and turned the stomachs of the soldiers who marched on the behemoth they discovered the perverse nature of a depraved fetish Gulag had acquired, the young women in the town had been captured and raped before being consumed and while a few survived they had been driven insane by the bloodthirsty lust of the creature who now weighed approximately three to four tonnes of fat and muscle. Every attempt to kill him proved futile and following days of pursuit through the bloodied streets he had spear tips and blades protruding from his flesh, seemingly undaunted Gulag finally decided the fun of chasing broken empire troops was growing tiresome.
Returning to the mountainous peaks of his birthplace the Ogre was met with fear and revulsion as he smelled like a human, talked like a human and was larger and fatter than any that he met. Tyrants both earned and aspiring challenged him and word spread that any Ogre that killed the freak would be legendary, and so the challengers lined up.
Gulag had no intention to lead or to command, he simply craved his fill of food and draught as well as the shunned desire for human female company which earned him the title of Gulag the Strange.
When he did eventually realize that, due to his sheer size, commanding and ruling his would-be kinsmen was what he wanted it attracted the attention of higher tyrants and even Greasus Goldtooth himself! All knew of the Tyrant the size of an Ogre’s hut with the appetite of a giant and his lust for ‘thinling fare’ and all feared him, all hated him and wanted him dead.
While Tyrant after Tyrant challenged him and subsequently fed him, the ever-cunning Greasus hatched a plan to appease the appetite of the outcast that no one would follow despite his engorged victories. With a secret trade of wealth and a thousand Gnoblar slaves he enlisted the service of the master mutators of the Skaven clan Moulder to breed a species of creature to bribe Gulag with so that he might serve the Over-Tyrant.
By crossing the blood of both men and Ogre they crafted creatures that would whet his appetite for human women and that had the ‘durability’ of an ogre. Greasus coined the name ‘Gutless’ for each of these creatures as they were slender and feminine though still stout and hardy, replacing the trademark ‘gut’ of the Ogre bloodlines with taut bellies reminiscent of thin human women. These Gutless slaves were offered to Gulag, a hundred of them as his own personal harem and for the first time in his life the great Ogre regarded another as his master.
Gulag now strides into battle with the authority of the Over-Tyrant and bearing his banner to war, the ‘Gutlesses’ utterly loyal to the mammoth Ogre and keeping his mind away from any thoughts of betrayal, some of them even accompanying him into battle having been trained to guard their beloved master.
(there may be more to come as I develop the character