The Ironguts are the veterans and champions of the tribe, the biggest and meanest Bulls who have survived long enough to afford real armour and heavy iron. Clad in scavenged plate and bearing great two-handed weapons — enormous battle-mauls and cleavers that no lesser creature could so much as lift — they form the hard, gleaming core of an ogre battle-line and the household guard of a Tyrant.
An Irongut has eaten well and fought often, and it shows in the slab of scarred muscle and dented steel that comes grinding toward the enemy. Where common Bulls trample, the Ironguts butcher, their vast blades falling in overhead arcs that split shield, man, and horse to the ground in a single blow. They carry the tribe's sacred banners and its proudest boasts, and they hold the line where lesser ogres would break — not out of discipline, but from the sheer arrogant certainty that nothing on the field can kill them. Usually, they are right.
Order of battle
