Holy Kow!, Broken Lands Options

[Will]

Sat around a camp fire, the tribe gathered for the twice weekly beef eating competition, traditionally held between the thrice weekly pork eating competitions and the two "open mouth" eating competitions.

The ogre numbers were steadily increasing these days. Quite... significantly so. As spring progressed the host had swollen such that several different camp fires and new, more innovative competitions had to be dreamt up. The now monthly dragon eating competitions were gaining some traction, though the casualty rate in acquiring the material was putting a slight dent in the enthusiasm.

At some point, a critical mass seemed to be reached. Pork Pye stood and bellowed;

"Right all, letz go smash some faces in for a bit!", a call that was received with drunken cheers.

And so the Holy Kow warhost was born.