Ghoul King completes rite of passage, carves throne from rock.

What is a king without his throne? This is a question that plagues all members of the Flesh-eater Courts, and it is a widely held belief that a Ghoul King cannot truly claim the title until he has carved himself his own throne. Festivities are in order then for the Grand Court of Femural, whose king Gabber the Fourth has just completed his own granite masterpiece.

“It’s a solid piece of work if I do say so myself,” cackled Gabber regally, slapping the throne’s side. “Very ornate, very kingly. A real symbol of our noble heritage.”

Questions have been asked about whether the king intends to leave the throne at home when he takes to the battlefield, a proposal that Gabber refuses to entertain. He went to great pains to explain that the Royal Workout is specifically designed to enable him to drag the throne wherever he goes. “Certainly easier than the old menhir I had to carry,” explained the king. “And this one’s much easier to climb.”

When asked for advice he might give any aspiring Ghoul Kings, Gabber had this to say: “Be patient, and take things a step at a time. Remember you’re a king, and you need to always conduct yourself appropriately. If we don’t have our dignity, then what do we have left?”

Firebelly still searching for sense of belonging

Neither a Beastclaw Raider nor a Gutbuster, the lonely Firebelly leads a solitary existence. Worshipping Gorkamorka as the Sun Eater, the Firebelly hopes to emulate his god through the consumption and belching of flame. However they often find that life needs more than just the ability to breath fire.

“I look at other ogors, and they have mates and good pals,” confided one Firebelly to us. “Sometimes I feel close to the Sun Eater, and that’s good. But it would be more good to have other ogors to share it with.”

Our readers will be pleased to know that this story has a happy ending. After being encouraged to speak with his Butcher cousins, the Firebelly has found a home within a Gutbuster warglutt.

“Every morning I heat up the Mawpot, and every evening I set up the campfires. I’m breathing just as much fire as before, but now with the company of friends. The Maw is good.”

Local Ogor able to stand so still he becomes invisible

We have received news from Ghur of an ogor that possesses a deeply unusual talent. Through deep meditation and strength of will he is able to sooth his hungry nature, quiet his gut, and stand so perfectly still he becomes invisible to the naked eye.

Despite our exhaustive search we were unable to find any individuals who could claim to have met or seen the ogor, but the myth of the Bloodpelt Hunter was rife in every village and camp we visited. Some said he could bullseye a gnoblar at a hundred paces with his crossbow, or impale even the gnarled hide of a stegadon with his spear. All agreed that he could tiptoe as lightly as a sunbeam, though opinions differed as to whether his scent was similarly dainty.

Whether it is possible to sift truth from fiction in this case is perhaps beyond the ability of even our intrepid journalists. But should the Bloodpelt Hunter exist, we should all live in fear. For who is to say whether that muffled rumble is merely a wagon passing by your home, or instead the calling card of an ogor who has just popped inside for tea.