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Olrog Iron’ead

Olrog was a mercenary who was surprisingly cunning and intelligent for an Orruck. He earned the title Iron’ead by his tendency to head butt rivals into submission. During his early years he recruited his lieutenant Bolg to his cause. Bolg has remained with Olrog throughout his many campaigns, serving him faithfully and acting on his behalf when needed.

Olrog became the Prophet of the Waaagh by sacrificing an Aelf Mage following the Realm Hoppers crisis. But Olrog knew he was destined for more power.

Lord Dracothfoote

Lord Dracothfoote’s origins are shrouded in mystery. Some say that he is the classic rags to riches story, others that he is the son of a rich and powerful merchant banker that has been exiled from the family for some heinous crime. Those that question Dracothfoote about it are met with a stoney silence and soon find that lady luck turns against them and their fortunes wain

Octenheimer

Manut Octenheimer’s first recorded appearance was in Excelsis. He started off as a minor noble, although his family’s past was shrouded in mystery. He gradually worked his way up through the ranks of the city’s government, eventually spending several months as personal aide to High Arbiter, Ortam Vermyre. He was generally considered a sound political activist who specialised in solving internal rivalries amongst the noble families of Excelsis. No matter the complexity, or history involved, Octenheimer had an uncanny knack for being able to bring people round to his point of view.

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