Gaturn Halftusk

  Gaturn Halftusk, the Butcher of the Borders Race: Orc Class: Warlord, Raider Known Titles: The Cleaver of Children, Lord of Ash-Teeth, Scourge of the Northlands Active Regions: Albion, Neddereach, Fenris, Denarenis, Goffik   Infamy and Legacy Gaturn Halftusk is not a warlord who seeks empire, nor a ruler building a lasting dominion—he is chaos made flesh. A roaming butcher whose name is cursed by mothers and whispered by soldiers across five war-torn regions.   Where Gaturn rides, villages vanish. Where his banner is seen—a black tusk over red fire—fires burn for days, and fields rot unharvested.   Crimes and Cruelties Caladawn has spoken of Gaturn Halftusk in only one tone: horror, tempered with the weight of inevitability. The atrocities tied to Gaturn's wake are many:   Slaughters villages across Albion, Fenris, Goffik, Denarenis, and Neddereach.   Rapes women, sometimes publicly, to demoralize survivors. Often takes women as concubines or slave wives.   Kills children, either in raids or as executions meant to break community spirits.   Burns and pillages sacred groves, druidic stones, monasteries, and shrines.   Takes slaves, often branding them and sending them into his marching caravan as living shields.   Steals not just wealth, but lineage relics, ancestral swords, and holy totems, desecrating them in ceremonies of mockery.   The Man or the Monster? There are no stories of Gaturn’s youth. No village claims him. No tribe admits to raising him. Some believe he was born from a blood eclipse, others whisper he is blessed by Mogg, the cannibal god.   He has no known children. No lieutenants who live long. He leads his forces from the front, wielding a massive cleaver named Bone-Harvest—rumored to be enchanted with suffering itself.   Caladawn’s Judgment “He does not conquer. He consumes. Gaturn Halftusk is what remains when the gods do not answer… and mercy is a word only the dead remember.” – Caladawn   Status: Unknown Gaturn was last sighted in the deeper hills of the Neddereach badlands, but his movements are erratic. Tales say his laughter echoes before the fires begin. Some believe he is dead. Others believe death avoids him, for fear of what it might find.