OGRE HILLS: EASTERN LANDS OF SESAMAR
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South of the hobgoblin menace of Hob'goroth and west of the Howling Chasm lies a harsh land of foul ogres.
Here, amidst a maze of extreme, hilled terrain with narrow, knife-edged crevices, dwell the ogres -- hulking brutes who stand as testaments to raw, primal power.
These nine-foot-tall, 600-pound behemoths are driven by one primal urge: hunger. Ogre society is brutal and hierarchical. The largest, most savage male leads a "cluster" of ogres -- typically consisting of himself, three to five females, and their offspring. These dominant males pride themselves on physical prowess and insatiable appetites. They claim the choicest cuts of meat, make decisions for the cluster, and mate with the females of their choosing.
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South of the oppressive shadow cast by Hob'goroth lie the Ogre Hills -- a chaotic sprawl of jagged peaks and treacherous slopes. This unforgiving terrain serves as the domain of the ogres, hulking brutes standing a staggering nine feet tall and tipping the scales at a bone-crushing 600 pounds.
These savage creatures are a far cry from organized societies. They dwell in scattered clusters, each dominated by a single, monstrous male who presides over a harem of three to five females and their offspring. Life here is brutal and unforgiving. Might makes right, and the ogres settle disputes with tooth and claw, their guttural roars echoing through the valleys.
Woe betide any who venture into their territory. Ogres are no-nonsense opponents, driven by an insatiable hunger and a bloodthirsty glee in battle. The fallen are not mourned, but briefly pitied. The Ogre Hills stand as a constant reminder of the untamed wilderness that lurks beyond the edges of civilization, a place where only the strongest survive.
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The relationship between ogres and hobgoblins remains shrouded in mystery. Some whisper of dark pacts, others of a begrudging respect for each other's might. What is undeniable is the hobgoblins' strategic use of ogres. These brutes serve as living battering rams during sieges, fearless shock troops in frontal assaults, and a terrifying deterrent during retreats.
Despite their fearsome reputation, ogres are not mindless beasts. When their bellies are full, they exhibit a surprising tolerance -- a fact some foolhardy adventurers have gambled on, rarely with success.
The exact number of ogres that lurk within these hills remains unknown. Their crude dwellings, little more than caves scoured clean of anything edible, offer few clues. One thing is certain: as long as hunger gnaws at their bellies, the ogres will remain a constant threat, a brutal echo of the untamed wilderness that presses against the fringes of civilization.
