"Remember ladz, chew yer food all proper like, else you’ll be sick! Hur, hur, hur!"
- —Ogdruz Swampdigga[1b]
Orc shaman Ogdruz Swampdigga
Ogdruz Swampdigga, also known as "Da Troll Calla," was a great Orc shaman active during the Anarchy in ca. 2276 IC who possessed something of the size and appearance of a Troll due to his close association with a band of that race who took him in. He has gained the ability to wield Troll magic as a result of his association with the large humanoids.[1a]
History[]
Even by the bemusing standards of Orc Shamans, Ogdruz Swampdigga is strange. So strange, in fact, that the members of his tribe wanted nothing to do with him, expelling him from the relative safety of their camp to fend for himself in the dangerous wilds of the Badlands.[1a]
A solitary existence would be a death sentence for most creatures forced to wander those arid prairies, but Ogdruz did not fall foul of hulking Giants, black-feathered Carrion or other hungry predators. Instead, he found a way to hide in plain sight.[1a]
Ogdruz's salvation came in the form of a deceased Troll, discovered whilst hiding from a dark shape soaring above the clouds. By skinning the creature and draping its pelt about his shoulders, Ogdruz was able to summon his magic and tap into the regenerative powers that clung to the ragged hide. Ogdruz was also hopeful that, with a few additions, any dim-witted Trolls that he stumbled across would be confused for long enough to allow him to slip away without being eaten.[1a]
Little did he know that his new disguise would work far better than anticipated, for the first group of Trolls he encountered saw him as one of their own -- albeit a little shorter than most of their kind. Having been adopted by the brutes and taken back to their lair, Odgruz was presented to a grotesque Troll Hag who began to fuss over what she thought was a malnourished Troll runt. In the weeks that followed, Ogdruz was force-fed cup after cup of a foetid liquid brewed by the Hag in a vast cauldron, and though Ogdruz did not suddenly sprout to the size of his new "siblings," something else changed within him.[1a]
This change became apparent when a Giant stumbled upon the Troll lair in search of a meal and quickly resorted to shouted threats and violence when its demands were not met. Ogdruz leapt to the defence of his new tribe. He intended to unleash a bolt of Waaagh! magic towards the Giant, but instead, a vast torrent of caustic bile erupted from the Orc, soaking the Giant in burning vomit. The monstrous figure was unprepared for such an assault and was knocked off-balance, toppling to the ground with a deafening roar, where it was quickly set upon by the Trolls and, ironically, turned into an impromptu feast for the tribe.[1a]
Realising that his proximity to so many Trolls had had a profound effect upon his magic, Ogdruz knew that if he could draw more of the brutes to his side then nobody would ever think to call him strange or kick him out of their tribe again. Accompanied by his dim-witted bodyguards, Ogdruz set off across the Badlands, wading through dense bogs in search of bulbous River Trolls and scouring the deepest caves to find rock-skinned Stone Trolls.[1a]
It did not take long for him to gather a sizeable force of the voracious brutes, a feat that did not go unnoticed by Warboss Spine-Cracker, who had just unleashed his forces against the gallant knights of Bretonnia -- a crunchy delicacy to any right-minded Troll.[1a]
Wargear[]
- Trollhide Shawl - Though it stinks, this bedraggled garment of rotted Trollhide helps keep Ogdruz safe from harm and grants him some of the regenerative abilities of Trolls.[1b]
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