Muhnt the Warlord of the Grinning Skulls, Blood-Marked Berserker

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Chapter 5

Though many FleshRippers rip solely for the thrill of the rip,
that ripping is Muhnt's lower priority and somewhat of an added
bonus to his real thrill. The hunt for delightful organs and
flesh to feast upon trumps his feelings and his actions.

Self controlled in many situations, more-so than a lot of his
kin. But if Muhnt gets the smell of flesh or blood it can be
like a breaking dam releasing his fury and lust for the yummy
treats found within ones skin.

Whether misplaced - believing that an organ (a liver covered in
growths and abnormalities) could empower him into the orcish
beast he is today - he now searches endlessly for his next
'meal' to continue his evolution and reach his potential. He
seeks mostly the organs of elves but also of powerful and
exotic creatures, yearning to find the prizes they hold within
their flesh.

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Chapter 4

-=> Muhnt was born to unknown bloodlines and as such was given no birth
name and deemed worthless.

-=> Is forced into servitude to the Butcher. Malnourished as a tool to
keep him weak in eternal slavery.

-=> Rebels after eating a liver, a liver that changes his life,
invigorating him, showing him his passion - flesh.

-=> Unquenched hunger, even with food, always wanting more.

-=> Marked by Vrumaak FleshRipper, the orc god's approval is evident.
Hence forth he is known: Muhnt FleshRipper - the Blood-Marked Berserker.

-=> Embraces hunger, thrilled by it, enjoying the cravings and the
search for satisfaction.

-=> Adaptation Shig-Ru - Likes the spilling of blood and the ripping of
flesh, even his own - the savagery comforts him in a feral, brutal way.

-=> Constantly seeking Vrumaak FleshRipper's ongoing approval, wants to
become his Bloody Executioner.

-=> With prayer and practice, believes his gluttony may exceed mortal
bounds. Too feed but never be sated.

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Chapter 3

Beyond a swamp in a cave on the southern continent Muhnt fed. The cave
floors squelched and sloshed with blood, torn flesh and discarded limb.
Muhnt tore though these little human creatures, like a child unwrapping a
gift - so eager to find the goodies inside.

The blood beneath Muhnt's feet begins to surge and flow, pooling at a single
point. The pool of blood pulls itself together, swirling as it takes on a
shape many would find terrible and ghastly.

Muhnt screams in excitement then bows to the orc God they call FleshRipper.
Vrumaak, pleased with Muhnt's dedication and gluttony towards flesh and
blood declares him his Blood-Marked Berserker and allows Muhnt to bear his
own name.

Muhnt FleshRipper emerged from that cave, his belly a full as any mortal
could manage, but his hunger for ripping flesh and consuming the blood and
yummy organs inside was unquenched.

Muhnt made silent prayer to Vrumaak, see that his belly was never full and
his hunger was never sated.

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Chapter 2

A day like every other begins, a rough kick to the sternum, roughhoused by
the guards as he clambers from the soiled trench beneath the palisade and
heads to the butchery. As Muhnt arrives two kobolds scurry past him dragging
a makeshift sled slung with hide and piled high with corpses which appear
mostly of human and elven descent.

The butcher curses at him, grunting orders to see to the pile of elf corpses
near his work bank. Muhnt sets to work, mustering some energy, energy
wrought of necessity, not sustenance. He and the other slaves - an orc and a
handful of kobolds are watched closely, several of them already missing
fingers or ears for the theft of the product at hand.

The last corpse of his pile that day was an elderly elven man, dressed in
fine silk and showing signs where trinkets and rings had been crudely ripped
from his being. As Muhnt cut into this elf he took in the sweet smell of
its now cold blood - how he wished he could drink, smear it, bath in it,
his hunger growing as it did most days.

This day his willpower for rebellion met its breaking point as he cut deeply
removing the elf's innards and pulling forth a corrupted, mutated, foul
looking liver. The texture, smell and look of this gorgeous fleshy organ was
too much for Muhnt to resist and without thought he stuffed it into his maw.
Three mouthfuls and it was gone. The butchers whip cracked against the side
of his face, lashing around his neck and pulling him to the ground.

His mind still entrenched in the thoughts and feelings of the sweet liver he
had consumed moments before, he had been unaware of the butchers approach
and his lashing. But now, his senses coming back in full, his heart had a
different beat to it, a stronger one, a fighting one.

Dropping the femur and spine, his makeshift weapons for the day to the dirt,
he looked about his revalution, with self admiration and pride. When he
presented himself to Graag, he was a changed creature - stretched belly full
of elf meat and the best weapons and armor from the butcher and his guards
lifeless bodies.

He would train, he would fight and he would EAT.

Role

Chapter 1

Some orcs are born warriors; some are born worthless. Muhnt was lower than
low, deemed worthless by the chieftains Shaman and Warlords at a young age.
Muhnt was put into slavery and gifted to the butcher - starved, malnourished
and forced to prepare food for those who despised and abused him with harsh
words, beatings that would leave him swollen and bleeding, throwing him
nothing but the rotten scraps of weeks-old food left by the Clan that would
leave him sick. He was nothing... and he was at his breaking point.

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