The Gorgers are what the Great Maw makes of an ogre it has truly claimed. Born pale and eyeless, or else cast out into the dark for the sin of a hunger too vast even for their own ravenous kin, they are exiled to the deep places and the frozen wastes, where they grow long-limbed, gaunt, and utterly starving. A Gorger does not think, barely remembers it was ever an ogre, and knows only the endless need to feed.
They follow armies the way carrion-birds follow the dying, tunnelling and loping unseen until the moment of slaughter, then bursting from the earth or the shadows in the enemy's very midst. Emaciated yet monstrously strong, all raking claws and distended, tooth-crammed jaws, a Gorger falls upon the foe and eats them still living, heedless of wounds that would fell any lesser creature. Even other ogres give them a wide and wary berth. They are hunger with nothing else left — the god's own appetite walking, and never, ever satisfied.
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