>>5999546Korthak has pledged to help Sarrick hunt mammoth cubs, for the sake of the Hung and the warlords who'd treat with them, and so he shall. Two mobs of zealous, fleet-footed berserkers and a band of skilled, "disciplined" huscarls have been put under the command of a trusted second, Geb, a stubborn (figurative) bastard who was there when Kharneth's flames stripped his head bare. They'll beach their longships in the north and scour the land for any hint or trace of hairy pachyderms for just that purpose.
However, the skull himself has heard rumours. Most enticing rumours, mumbled between cups as the height of foolishness. Rumours of savage rat-things that walk like men and hoard stolen treasure in the distant reaches. Something about them struck a chord with the warlord, and now he goes in search of a smaller foe than Mulrog. Korthak wants to know if these rumours are true. More importantly, he wants to see if these rat-thing's skulls can be hacked from their shoulders as easy as a man's!
