An Axe to Grind

T’was to be the fabled Mountain of Gold, and who’s to say it isn’t? There wasn’t enough time to delve deep into the heart of the mountain to strike the main veins of gold. Our scouts kept eyes on all the ogre tribes in the area. The Crossed Club tribe and Horn tribe to the south were across the vast barren plain, we could monitor their advance from leagues away. The Angry Fist tribe was across the mountain range to the north, which we thought would protect us from their prying eyes. We were wrong. Thogub Smashclub was that tyrant brute’s name… ne’er shall I forget.

Upon hearing of an ogre tyrant leading a tribe called the Bloodmaws in the Badlands, Zannar’s eyes glow with anger. He tells you how the ogres would feast upon the slain in the upper halls as he and the living fell back. Sometimes they could hear the cries of those who had not died from their wounds, but were being roasted alive. Go to the Badlands and seek vengeance for Karak Azorn. Return to Dagril Zannar when you have put the tyrant to rest.