Legends of Belariath
Gross
I am not what you call a ogre. At least not any more, my suffering my time in the dark my years of isolation they have taken away what my blood and flesh made of me. I was born along time ago in a village of ogres, if you could call it a village. The only real group building was the torture house where prisoners and captives were taken. The tortures in that place were nothing compared to what I have learned since though. It was merely beatings nothing more nothing less the people never suffered anything but the physical pains. I grew bored quickly in the small village with the constant promise of being able to torture others. It drove me made with desire taunting me like a demon in my head. When I was finally allowed to torture I became obsessed with finding ways to break people to make one full of pride willing worship dirt. To make one sworn to loyalty cry out every little secret it was intoxicating. Perhaps my village should have seen it coming when they people stopped venturing so far out. My addiction made me take another ogre into the torture hut and practice on him. Apparently I did rather good job as well, the ogre I tortured was declared insane the next day and I was exiled for my poor deed.
Exile may not seem bad to some but for a ogre to be sent out away from his kin is like a death sentence. Few trust ogres, fewer want them around. Most villages would send their small militia's after me the second I stepped onto the streets so I was forced to wander and hide in the shadows. The isolation twisted my soul even further then its already twisted nature. I hid in the woods only to be hunted by elves. I learned to be rather hard to kill, I hungered for food, I learned how to hunt with brutal efficiency. I hungered for women I learned how to pillage. The only hunger I could not feed was the hunger for a home. My presence would always reveal itself overtime so I never was able to stay in a place for more then a month forced to wander such long distances that I soon forgot where I had come from.
At last I came into the soil of the empire coming across some knight on his way out a feared she would try to hone her skills in combat. I was exhausted from my the travel and would have made easy prey. I was surprised when she just gave a slight nod and kept on going though I quickly realized it was because here ogres were allowed to be home.