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.
A technological breakthrough for the Mawtribes this week as Gutsmiths begin to remove the compressed-air canisters from their Ironblasters and replace them with packets of gunpowder. The resultant explosions are reportedly highly impressive, and have given the Mawtribes a significant advantage on the battlefield.
“Don’t know why we didn’t think of it earlier,” admitted veteran Leadbelcher Hurgagg Blastguts. “Thought blackpowder was just gritty seasoning until a Gnoblar tried to toast it.”
This new discovery is set to take the Warglutts by storm, and propel the Underguts in particular to new levels of power and respect. Beastclaw Raider tribes have reportedly taken to experimenting with the powder to launch their Stonehorns even higher, a truly worrying development for their enemies but an entertaining one for the ogors themselves.
Terror and fear in the skies above tonight as the Iron Profit, an Arkanaut Ironclad of the Barak-Nar skyport, makes full speed ahead to escape the charge of a maraudering, and unfortunately flying, Stonehorn.
We publish our story on the second day of the Profit’s escape, our news gyrocopter barely keeping pace with the frantic flight. Using an enchanted loud speaker we asked the captain and crew for any comment they wanted to provide, but received only panicked shouts and curses in response.
According to experts on the ground, there are few options available for the fleeing Ironclad. The most popular, though least likely to work, relies on the vessel still maintaining stocks of the previously standard-issue Warp-Lightning-Vortex-in-a-Bottle. Older models grounded their victims when deployed, an ability which could very well save the Iron Profit’s hull today. If the vessel is unable to find such a device, then its options narrow to blasting the Stonehorn out of the sky (which would require a severely unprofitable expenditure of ammunition), or simply hoping that the beast gets bored and stops. Given the notoriously rock-hard brains of the beasts, this last option seems unlikely.