The Bloodgullet are the mawtribe of the cauldron and the cleaver, raising more Butchers (the ogors' blood-slick gut-priests) than any other tribe, and honouring them above even their Tyrants. Where other tribes see a battlefield, the Bloodgullet see a larder being rudely defended, and they approach war the way a great kitchen approaches a feast day.
Their camps are open-air abattoirs where gastromancy bubbles in cauldrons the size of wagons, and their Butchers practise a true sorcery of digestion, reading omens in spilled entrails, brewing blessings from rendered fat and swallowed warpstone, and calling the Gulping God's favour down upon whichever warrior has eaten most impressively that day. An ogor caked in grease and gore is not filthy here; he is anointed.
The theology is deadly earnest for all that it sounds like gluttony. The Bloodgullet hold that the Gut favours the tribe that cooks best, and that a war fought hungry is a prayer badly said. So they fight to eat and eat to worship, keeping the doctrine burning as surely as the cauldron-fires: the surest way to fill a stomach is to knock over something larger than yourself and start carving before it stops moving.
Order of battle
The Bloodgullet field the units of the Ogor Mawtribes, a detachment from the roster:
Other Ogor Mawtribes formations
BoulderheadMightiest of the Beastclaw mawtribes, the Boulderhead drive the greatest herds of stonehorns and thundertusks in all the realms. Their Frostlords prize their beasts above almost everything else: an ogor is easily replaced, but a bull stonehorn is a mountain that has learned to hate. When the Boulderhead migrate, the ground reports them long before the eye does.
MeatfistThe largest and most far-flung of all mawtribes, the Meatfist solve every problem the same way: with overwhelming mass, delivered at a run. Their warglutts blanket the Mawpath from horizon to horizon, and their Tyrants preach the oldest ogor wisdom: that anything in the realms can be knocked down, and anything knocked down can be eaten. Where subtler tribes scheme, the Meatfist simply arrive.
UndergutsThe Underguts worship at the altar of gunpowder as devoutly as the gut, fielding more Leadbelchers and looted cannon than any other mawtribe. They are siege-eaters, cracking fortress walls like shells to get at the soft meat inside. Defenders who put their trust in stone soon learn that the Underguts consider every wall a dinner bell.
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