Mission
The Ravenous Maw, an order that defies convention within the esteemed Obsidian Covenant. They are masters of the art of warfare, but their battleground lies in the realm of the inhuman. Led by the indomitable Hraefn Maw, a prodigious warrior hailing from the icy northern lands of Vulkinor, rising to the rank of the revered Accepted.
The origins of the Ravenous Maw trace back to the year 1215, a time when the fires of their cause were ignited. In a mere span of five years, they burgeoned into a formidable force, their numbers swelling with the finest recruits. Their purpose is singular: to confront the most abhorrent and savage creatures that dwell within the realms of Astarath.
Unyielding in their approach, the Ravenous Maw embodies strength, brutality, and an unwavering fearlessness. With each triumph over these monstrous adversaries, their warriors bear the spoils of their conquests, transforming themselves into fearsome visages adorned with teeth, skulls, and hides of the fallen beasts. So abundant are their trophies that one can barely discern the armor of the most seasoned warrior beneath this macabre regalia.
Leadership
Grand Master Hraefn Maw
Within the enigmatic figure of Hraefn Maw, the Grand Master of the Ravenous Maw, lies a veil of captivating mystery. Whispers and tales circulate, woven in the fabric of lore, painting him as a legendary warrior whose origins dwell in the shadowy realms. Before his conversion to the faith of Obsidian, he commanded the respect and awe of the Northern lands of Vulkinor as a renowned and fearsome warrior.
Hraefn Maw, aptly named, is a relentless force of nature, renowned for his viciousness and unyielding valor. No monstrous beast can evoke fear within him, for he faces them head-on, refusing to retreat from the battlefield. This indomitable leader does not merely dictate from a distance; he throws himself into the midst of the fray, joining his loyal comrades in their arduous struggle against the colossal creatures that roam the world.
In 1248, Hraefn, in an epic confrontation that raged relentlessly for an entire day, vanquished the legendary great boar of the Ogdin hills. The spoils of this harrowing battle now adorn his formidable figure, for he proudly wears the mighty tusks around his neck—a tangible testament to his unwavering triumph.
With an unquenchable thirst to cleanse the world of these chaotic monstrosities, the indomitable Grand Master rallies his soldiers, pushing them ever onward. They brave the treacherous expanses of the Northern lands and beyond, relentlessly clashing with the most ferocious creatures to safeguard the realm from their ravages.
Organization Structure
Equipment and Capabilities
In stark contrast to the four established orders that came before them, the Ravenous Maw shuns the burden of traditional siege equipment and the constraints of large-scale battles. Instead, their arsenal brims with a formidable array of heavy weapons, a testament to their adaptability in the face of any adversary that dares cross their path.
Though their primary colors may be swathed in shades of gray and red, the true spectacle lies in the visual cacophony that adorns their warriors. These intrepid souls, draped in a symphony of trophies, stand as living epitaphs to their conquests. It is a challenge to discern the distinct uniforms of the Ravenous Maw amidst the macabre panoply of their spoils.
Picture the average member, a fearsome embodiment of savage prowess. Their heavy armor, bearing the weight of battles waged and victories won, serves as a canvas for the grotesque trophies they have claimed. Skulls, dangling ominously, tell the tales of countless creatures felled by their hands. Hides, deftly interwoven, decorate their protective plates, each marking a triumph over a worthy adversary.
The armor-clad warriors of the Ravenous Maw stand as an awe-inspiring spectacle, a fusion of gruesome artistry and fearsome might. With every step, they proclaim their dominion over the battlefield, striking terror into the hearts of their enemies.
History
Trejamar Ogre
Emerging as the fifth Order forged under the unwavering command of the illustrious Grand Marshal Sarkam, the Ravenous Maw was a direct response to the perilous onslaught from the treacherous Kith forest. Nestled at the heart of the Obsidian Covenant's ancestral lands, the Kith mountains and its surrounding arboreal labyrinth birthed a torrent of savage beasts that threatened to engulf their domain.
Amidst the conquest of Glerien, as the fallen kingdoms of Rhen and Onneanor trembled under the shadow of these monstrous incursions, the Ravenous Maw found themselves facing a fearsome horde of unparalleled magnitude. Countless creatures, their numbers seeming infinite, surged forth to lay waste to all in their path. Yet, amidst this chaotic tide, a figure emerged, rising above the rest—the Ogre of Trejamar, a titan of untamed power.
Accompanied by a relentless army of cunning kobolds, this formidable Ogre stormed through the shattered remnants of once-glorious realms, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. Its relentless onslaught proved to be the ultimate crucible for the members of the Ravenous Maw. The clashes were fierce and relentless, claiming the lives of hundreds of valiant warriors, testing the mettle of the order to its very core.
But the Ravenous Maw, unyielding and unwavering in their resolve, unleashed a cataclysmic assault, finally toppling the Ogre alongside its tens of thousands of kobold warriors. The battlefield, strewn with the fallen, bore witness to the triumph of the Ravenous Maw over overwhelming odds.
The Scourge of Blacktooth
As the resolute Obsidian's Fist, accompanied by the formidable Blighted Citadel and bolstered by the unwavering support of the Crimson Eclipse, swept through the eastern territories of Gweald, a path paved with conquest unfolded before the relentless advance of the Obsidian Covenant. Yet, a formidable obstacle loomed ahead, threatening to halt their triumphant march. The name of this treacherous barrier? Sullen Murk—a swamp of unspeakable perils.
With the siege of Garland continuing to reverberate in the background, the stalwart warriors of Obsidian's Fist embarked on a daring western expedition into the heart of the murky quagmire, an untamed wilderness neglected by the fallen kingdoms of old. Unbeknownst to them, deep within the muddied caverns of Sullen Murk lurked a creature of nightmarish proportions—the monstrous Blacktooth, a titanic crocodilian spanning a staggering sixty feet.
Blacktooth, emerging from the very bowels of the swamp, unleashed a savage frenzy upon the unsuspecting ranks of Obsidian's Fist. Scores of soldiers, devoured mercilessly, became mere morsels in the wake of this insatiable predator. Forced to retreat, the survivors of the onslaught issued a desperate plea for aid, a call that resonated across the lands and reached the ears of the Ravenous Maw.
Responding to the dire summons with remarkable swiftness, a battalion of the Ravenous Maw descended upon the treacherous Sullen Murk, brimming with an unyielding determination to tame the untamable. In a valiant but ill-fated attempt, they engaged the monstrous crocodile in a direct assault, only to face a harrowing slaughter once more. Undeterred by their losses, the resolute commander of the Ravenous Maw devised a daring new strategy.
Gathering the grim remnants of their fallen comrades, the Ravenous Maw set about draining a portion of the swamp, gradually unraveling the watery labyrinth that concealed their foe. Crafting a colossal net that spanned hundreds of feet, they wove a trap designed to ensnare the giant crocodile, while the formidable Obsidian's Fist stood ready to lend their strength to this perilous endeavor.
Finally, the moment of reckoning arrived—a climactic clash between the forces of the Obsidian Covenant and the monstrous embodiment of Sullen Murk. As Blacktooth, confined within the labyrinthine net, thrashed and roared in a frenzy of rage, the combined might of the Ravenous Maw and Obsidian's Fist descended upon the trapped behemoth. Blades clashed, spells crackled, and determination surged as the valiant warriors fought with unyielding resolve.
In the end, the colossal crocodile met its demise, its reign of terror cut short by the combined ferocity of the Obsidian Covenant's most formidable orders. The swamp, once an indomitable barrier, yielded to their unrelenting spirit, forever marking the valorous triumph of the Ravenous Maw and Obsidian's Fist over the monstrous jaws of adversity.
Boar of the Ogdin Hills
In the unforgiving domain of the frigid north, where the Ogdin hills stood as a testament to ancient power, the echoes of Elder Ogdin's reign still reverberated. Once an indomitable ruler, this godly figure was dethroned by the unstoppable force of the Obsidian Covenant. But the lands he once claimed as his own remained haunted by a fearsome legend—the Boar of Ogdin Hills. For centuries, this monstrous creature had cast a dark shadow upon the people of Vulkinor.
Eager to pave the way for the expansion of the Obsidian Covenant's influence, the formidable warriors of the Ravenous Maw ventured into the heart of Vulkinor. Led by their indomitable Grand Master, Hraefn Maw, they braved the rugged terrain, determined to confront the legendary threat that had plagued the land for ages.
Navigating the treacherous hills proved a perilous endeavor, as the Ravenous Maw soldiers endured the harsh elements and unforgiving landscapes. But their relentless pursuit yielded swift results. In a mere week of relentless searching, they came face-to-face with the terror they sought—the mighty Boar.
The beast, a formidable force of primal fury, launched a ferocious assault upon the valiant warriors. Lives were lost in the gruesome clash, yet the Ravenous Maw soldiers, resolute and unyielding, managed to drive the creature back. But their leader, Hraefn, possessed a spirit unwilling to settle for mere reprieve. Against the counsel of his comrades, he embarked on a personal quest to hunt down the monstrous boar, knowing that the ultimate victory demanded his unwavering determination.
For three grueling days, Hraefn traversed the treacherous terrain, trudging through deep snowstorms and braving the biting winds of a mighty blizzard. Undeterred by the elements, he pressed onward, driven by an unyielding resolve and emboldened by the grace of Obsidian. Finally, he found himself face-to-face with the fearsome boar once more, a creature that seemed to embody the very essence of savage power.
Under the cloak of night, a battle ensued, the clash of titans echoing through the frost-kissed landscape. Hraefn, though battered and wounded, drew strength from the wellspring of Obsidian's grace that coursed through his veins. As the mighty boar charged with a thunderous fury, he swung his axe, its blade singing through the frigid air, and struck the beast with a resounding blow, severing its life upon the frosty ground.
In that decisive moment, the legend of the Boar of Ogdin Hills was forever silenced, its reign of terror vanquished by the courageous Hraefn Maw.
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