The captain of this ruthless band of mercenaries. Greasus has replaced all his teeth with new ones made of the one thing that he loves more than anything else in the world: <b><i>gold</b></i>

"Skrag the Slaughterer, Prophet of the Great Maw, earned his title shortly after being kicked out of his tribe. Prior to his life as a prophet, Skrag was the Slaughtermaster to a wealthy Tyrant. One day the Tyrant found his favored Gnoblar as the main course for the feast. Needless to say he was furious. He had Skrag's hands hacked off and, as a final insult, ate them in front of the beaten Slaughtermaster. Skrag's Cauldron was hooked deeply into his skin and was thrown into the caverns beneath the mountain, the only exit sealed off with a boulder.

Skrag was beaten and bruised, but he was not broken. He slammed his former cooking tools into his bloodied wrists and made makeshift weapons, hoping to find a way out. Shortly after he was attacked by the Gorgers inhabiting the caverns, his blood was fresh. Skrag was not scared. He charged the gorgers, killing them with unmatched fury. When the largest of the Gorgers (the Grotesque) appeared, Skrag promptly chewed out the Gorger's throat, killing him. Once the Grotesque was dead the others obeyed Skrag instantly. Skrag and his newfound army of Gorgers marched out into the snowy plains and descended upon his old tribe, slaughtering everyone in sight. The Tyrant was boiled alive in Skrag's cauldrons. The great amount of sacrifice imbued Skrag with the blessings of the Great Maw, and the Prophet was born."

-from the tome, <i>Wikipedia's Ogre Legends</i>

Now he slaughters in the name of the mighty Mourn Mountain Mercs!

Once a powerful wizard from the Eastern Lands, Hidetsugu once held over a dozen demons in blood oath. At his touch, rocks scorched. At his word, cities burned.

But eventually his power grew too large for even him to contain and the demons overtook his soul. He is now a soulless puppet they use for amusement.

The most powerful of those demons happens to be a big fan of Blood Bowl and the Mourn Mountain Mercs!

Someone's gotta keep the gobbos and gnoblars in line and Kazuul is the Ogre for the job. Merciless and cruel, Kazuul once skinned a cheeky gobbo alive and ate him raw and wriggling. Since then he has commanded obedience from the Mercs' lesser followers without much difficulty.

With the strength of his ogre father and the agility of his human mother (who died during childbirth), Kuon is the Mercs elite soldier. Whenever there's something important to do, Kuon is the one who gets it done - probably because he's less interested in eating than anyone else.

His half-goblin, half-gnoblar background, while certainly pretty wretched and pathetic, made him a wee bit genetically superior to his peers on the team.

He's trying to figure out why Mugga keeps looking at him with a strange look in his eye.

Ogres are a hungry bunch, especially the ravenous Mourn Mountain Mercs!

Somebody's gotta kill and cook all that meat, and Mugga's the man for the Mercs. This butcher loves killing, cooking and eating more than anything else.

His favorite recipe is snotling-gnoblar stew. But he's been experimenting with some daring new recipes including: Skaven Pot Pie, Zonbits and Flingballs, Beast Loaf with Goat, Wardancer Quiche and the ever-popular Dwarfbeard Stew.

A mercenary company needs lots of weapons, armor and shields if they are gonna do their job right. Furlok sees that the company is outfitted with the gear and equipment they need. Trained in the deep forges of the Eastern Mountains, Furlok is a master smithy and a pretty decent Blood Bowler to boot!

Greasus' pet. He sits at Greasus' feet and greedily devours any scraps that happen to fall from his master's maw.

Suffers from gastro-intestinal problems.

Pretty much a useless sod that doesn't do much except get caught playing with himself.

Helps Mugga in the kitchen. Good with knives.

Carries the slop buckets.