In front of the great walls of the ancient village of the Dakhat clan, an ogre was installed there as a guard, it was already dawn and it was now time for him to take another in his place. Stretching his tired old body the gray-skinned one-horned ogre grabbed his spear and headed inside.
When he no longer fulfilled his guard duty, it was he who took care of the hobgoblins who served as entertainment for the grand master, their roles consisted of fighting, sometimes even to the death, according to his desires.
But there was an advantage for these inferior little men, the one who would be seen as the best warrior could face an ogre in a duel, it was, according to them, an immense honor that they could do them.
To be able to die under the blade of an ogre warrior or if by chance to defeat one, its essence stone would return to the winner who will have free access to its evolution
