Bestigors

Bestigors are gors grown great: the biggest, strongest, and most favored of the herd, swollen with the gods' blessing until they stand a head above their kin. They stamp into battle in scavenged plate and hacked-apart mail, swinging axes too heavy for any two men, and where the herd's charge is a flood, the bestigor charge is a wedge, aimed at whatever the enemy holds most dear.

Bestigors are despoilers by creed. They tear down banners, split the champions who carry them, and drape the wreckage of proud heraldry across their trophy racks, for every symbol of man's order broken in view of both armies is a sermon. Each one fights beneath the eyes of its beastlord, and fights knowing that beastlords do not die of old age. They die to ambitious bestigors.