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Brayherd Faction War Beast: Great Bray
Great Bray:
The Plains are home to countless numbers of unnerving and unnatural beasts, creatures, and monsters. Great lumbering mammoths plod along in a barely concealed rage while the lithe and savage Plain Tusks hunt with a relentless pursuit. The way of crude life on The Plains is a constant struggle between life and death. The weak are left behind and the strong ravage all before them.
In this land of ferocious cruelty and utter savagery, the apex predators traverse the wide range of the plainland, dominating all below them. The monstrous and brutal Taurocaur crush their prey with muscled limbs and fists. The large and barbarous herds of the Centecaur thunder across the open ground, riding down all who flee from their wrath. The feral Warbull Mammoths trample those who threaten their herd and impale them in tusks and horns. To be the apex predator in this savaged land is to rule supreme.
There is, however, a beast that stands above the rest. A creature of such ancient and cruel savagery that they are considered not but horrid tales to scare the children of the villages. But these rare beasts do exist, and when the Brayherd sounds the horn of the hunt and the many beasts gather for the bloodletting, this monster emerges to be the first in the carnage.
Known as Great Brays by the ritualistic shamans of the many herds that roam The Plains, these creatures are feared and respected by all of the herd. None know where these beasts roam their paths, only that they emerge when only the largest and most savage of Brayherds are formed. They answer to none, not even to Gourocaur the Great Beast, for their are more ancient and primordial than all they look down upon. They do not lead the herd, but live a solitary life, deeming all those below them to not be fit for the bloodletting that inevitably occurs when they emerge.
Standing taller than even the largest of mammoths, these great creatures of cloven hooves are a terror on the battlefield. Possessed with the insatiable bloodlust of the Taurocaur, but expressing the vile cunning of the Plain Tusks, the Great Brays are blessed with both unparalleled martial prowess and a savage intellect.
Thick muscles rippling beneath a hairy hide, the Grear Brays charge across the battlefield with a speed that should not naturally be found in a creature so large. They are anything but natural. Commonly wielding a pair massive axes that can sever the head of even the great fire drakes of the south, the Great Brays cleave through any and all battle lines. They grow sets of immense and crude horns that sprout and twist from their thick skulls, and these horns are no less deadly upon the field of battle.
Almost revered as beast-gods by others of the Brayherd, the Great Brays are all that it means to be part of the herd: insatiable bloodlust, a sense of savage cunning, and pure devotion to vicious carnage.
Brayherd Faction War Beast: Great Bray
Great Bray:
The Plains are home to countless numbers of unnerving and unnatural beasts, creatures, and monsters. Great lumbering mammoths plod along in a barely concealed rage while the lithe and savage Plain Tusks hunt with a relentless pursuit. The way of crude life on The Plains is a constant struggle between life and death. The weak are left behind and the strong ravage all before them.
In this land of ferocious cruelty and utter savagery, the apex predators traverse the wide range of the plainland, dominating all below them. The monstrous and brutal Taurocaur crush their prey with muscled limbs and fists. The large and barbarous herds of the Centecaur thunder across the open ground, riding down all who flee from their wrath. The feral Warbull Mammoths trample those who threaten their herd and impale them in tusks and horns. To be the apex predator in this savaged land is to rule supreme.
There is, however, a beast that stands above the rest. A creature of such ancient and cruel savagery that they are considered not but horrid tales to scare the children of the villages. But these rare beasts do exist, and when the Brayherd sounds the horn of the hunt and the many beasts gather for the bloodletting, this monster emerges to be the first in the carnage.
Known as Great Brays by the ritualistic shamans of the many herds that roam The Plains, these creatures are feared and respected by all of the herd. None know where these beasts roam their paths, only that they emerge when only the largest and most savage of Brayherds are formed. They answer to none, not even to Gourocaur the Great Beast, for their are more ancient and primordial than all they look down upon. They do not lead the herd, but live a solitary life, deeming all those below them to not be fit for the bloodletting that inevitably occurs when they emerge.
Standing taller than even the largest of mammoths, these great creatures of cloven hooves are a terror on the battlefield. Possessed with the insatiable bloodlust of the Taurocaur, but expressing the vile cunning of the Plain Tusks, the Great Brays are blessed with both unparalleled martial prowess and a savage intellect.
Thick muscles rippling beneath a hairy hide, the Grear Brays charge across the battlefield with a speed that should not naturally be found in a creature so large. They are anything but natural. Commonly wielding a pair massive axes that can sever the head of even the great fire drakes of the south, the Great Brays cleave through any and all battle lines. They grow sets of immense and crude horns that sprout and twist from their thick skulls, and these horns are no less deadly upon the field of battle.
Almost revered as beast-gods by others of the Brayherd, the Great Brays are all that it means to be part of the herd: insatiable bloodlust, a sense of savage cunning, and pure devotion to vicious carnage.