Excerpt form the Drill Sargeant's Training Journal
The great ogre-man was led through the double-gates into the Ogre pit. All six were chained by the throat and snarling. I had my men pass the heavy weapons down to the chained assailants. The half-ogre had a grin upon his green face. At one point during the fight a Mage was sent into control Groth's mind. He was clearly not happy with that. When the melee was over he just sat there in the puddle of blood picking his teeth with a splinter of bone he had pulled out of his arm. He has a genuine lust for carnage. I now have to go out and capture more ogres for training. The men hate that.
I will vouch for this creatures entry into the order of the Watchers.
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