Throgath Corchon
Throgath Boar-Son — “The Iron Tusker”
Titles: War-Tusklord of the Boar Banner Host • Captain of the Iron Boars • Heir of the Rusthorn Line
Race: Orc
Sex: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Disciplined ambition through violence)
Faith: The Twin Gods — Horamush (Fury and Slaughter) & Vagdarr (Strength and Kinship)
Born: 597 PR
Height: 6 ft 7 in (2.01 m)
Weight: 350 lb
Eyes: Amber flecked with crimson
Skin: Olive Green, scarred across jaw and forearms
Hair: Black mane bound with bronze rings
Symbol: Split tusk and spiral sun — mark of the Iron Boars
Weapon: Gorefang, a Vipère-steel cleaver-spear etched with orcish runic vows
Mount: Varr the Crippler, a massive black boar blind in one eye
Blood and Origin (597 – 608 PR)
Born in the marsh-forts of Embermoor during his father Gorveth’s early parley with House Vipère, Throgath was the mark of an unspoken truce: orcish muscle for human alchemy.
His mother — a silenced courtesan of the Vipère court — was said to have died in childbirth; others say she was sold to the Rongeur ships to hide the shame.
Among full-blooded orcs, Throgath’s lighter skin and short tusks branded him Boar-less.
He survived by answering insult with bone-break.
At ten winters he maimed a rival twice his size; at fifteen he earned his tusk-tattoo in single combat with a Norlan patrol captain.
Morka the Howler saw divine balance in him — “a creature of two worlds who cannot belong to either.”
Rise of the Iron Boar (609 – 617 PR)
Gorveth placed his son at the head of a ragged cavalry band meant for distraction.
Throgath turned it into legend.
- 613 PR – Battle of Red Vine Vale: When Gorvag’s flank collapsed, Throgath charged through the smoke, slaying Lord Berric of Norlan and driving his boar through the enemy banner.
- 614 PR – The Grey Hunt: He pursued the retreating legions for three days without rest, earning his title The Iron Tusker.
- 615 PR – The Ashen Charge: Led five hundred boar-riders through Goffik grainlands; twelve villages burned before sunrise.
He gathered the survivors of scattered clans, forging them into the Iron Boars — the disciplined vanguard of the Boar Banner Host.
Their creed: “No boar turns from fire.”
The Iron Boars
| Rank | Title | Duty |
|---|---|---|
| War-Tusklord | Throgath Boar-Son | Commander of all riders |
| Iron Tusks | Veteran captains with twin spears | |
| Blood Riders | Bonded to their boars by blood oath | |
| Fang Heralds | Standard-bearers who chant Morka’s prayers in battle |
Each warrior brands their tusks with Throgath’s rune; when they die, the tusks are forged into his armour.
By 620 PR his cuirass carries seventy-three.
Temper and Creed
Throgath’s fury is silent — controlled until the instant he strikes.
He drinks little, prays often, and despises wasteful cruelty.
To him, chaos without purpose is weakness.
He preaches that discipline is the truest rage, a doctrine many older orcs find unnatural.
He honours Horamush in the charge, Vagdarr in the feast after.
Beneath his harshness lies a rare intellect: he counts supply days, maps river depths, and studies human tactics with unsettling ease.
“The tusk that waits breaks deeper.” — Throgath to his captains
Appearance in Battle
Rides Varr the Crippler into war, wearing boar-plate blackened with oil and blood.
His helm’s tusk is snapped by choice — a symbol of his refusal to hide his mixed heritage.
In motion he is a surge of metal and earth, spear sweeping in arcs that break lines like plow furrows.
His charge is heralded by the chant of a hundred riders striking spear-butts to shields until the ground quakes.
Beliefs and Ambition
Throgath dreams beyond raid and reaving.
He envisions a Boar-Kingdom — an Orcish realm where blood is law and strength is duty, not madness.
He hides these thoughts from Morka, yet Gorvag knows and hesitates: if the Red Boar dies, the Iron Tusker may build an empire in his place.
Quote
“Let the prophets howl and the kings feast — I will build with what their fury leaves behind.”
Legacy (620 PR – present)
Already called by Tudor spies “the Young Boar of Iron,” Throgath is the tribe’s future.
To the Rongeurs, he is a useful devil; to the Vipères, a weapon of opportunity; to the Corchon, perhaps their first vision of a leader who could turn conquest into kingdom.
His path will decide whether the Boar Banner Host remains a storm — or becomes a nation.
