Gnoblars are the wretched, big-eared cousins of the greenskins, bound to the Ogor Mawtribes in a bargain that is equal parts servitude, scavenging and shared appetite. Small, spiteful and staggeringly numerous, they swarm at an ogor's heels like gulls behind a fishing boat, hoarding scraps of rubbish they treasure as wealth and pelting foes with sharpened junk. In battle they are neither brave nor skilled, but there are always more of them, and a mob of gnoblars flinging jagged stones and stabbing at ankles can tie up an enemy just long enough for the ogors to arrive. Their real worth is as beaters, bait and porters — driving prey toward the tribe's cleavers, springing traps meant for larger creatures, and hauling loot no ogor would stoop to carry. A gnoblar's life is nasty, brief and perpetually one bad joke away from ending as a snack for its own hungry masters.
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