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The self titled “Lord of Gluttony” and “Grand Gourmand”, '''Glutos Orscollion''' is a lavishly obese champion of [[Slaanesh]] in [[Age of Sigmar]]. While the rest of the Slaanesh mortals exemplified the sex appeal and combat perfection side of the Dark Prince, Glutos embodies raw all consuming excess, being both a perpetrator and slave to ceaseless indulgence. | The self titled “Lord of Gluttony” and “Grand Gourmand”, '''Glutos Orscollion''' is a lavishly obese champion of [[Slaanesh]] in [[Age of Sigmar]]. While the rest of the Slaanesh mortals exemplified the sex appeal and combat perfection side of the Dark Prince, Glutos embodies raw all consuming excess, being both a perpetrator and slave to ceaseless indulgence. Oh, and have we mention how fat he was? Seriously, his waistline matches the average [[fa/tg/uy]] in sheer girth. It's at the point where he has to be carried around on an opulent <s>mobility scooter</s> palanquin, where his equally depraved servants can feed him all manner of exotic food at any time. | ||
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Glutos began life as a frail and emaciated street rat living in Hysh. He was the son of a failed merchant family, forced to live a life of thievery and begging just to survive. His life would be forever changed when he decided to steal from a shady looking temple that was ''totally'' not a secret Slaaneshi cult. Young Glutos stole a handful of golden grains that was offered as a gift to the ancient daemon Loth’shar, who as punishment decided to curse Glutos with [[Ogor Mawtribes|a ravenous hunger]] and a craving for more exotic tastes. Loth’shar remained a taunting voice in the back of the boy’s head for many years, torturing him as he was never able to satisfy his hunger. | Glutos began life as a frail and emaciated street rat living in Hysh. He was the son of a failed merchant family, forced to live a life of thievery and begging just to survive. His life would be forever changed when he decided to steal from a shady looking temple that was ''totally'' not a secret Slaaneshi cult. Young Glutos stole a handful of golden grains that was offered as a gift to the ancient daemon Loth’shar, who as punishment decided to curse Glutos with [[Ogor Mawtribes|a ravenous hunger]] and a craving for more exotic tastes. Loth’shar remained a taunting voice in the back of the boy’s head for many years, torturing him as he was never able to satisfy his hunger. | ||
Then on one fateful night, he found the recently deceased corpse of a beggar in the alleyway near his home. [[Grimdark|Loth’shar tempted the starving Glutos to eat it, who did so with tears in his eyes.]] To his morbid surprise, Glutos found the taste of flesh to be exquisitely filling, and from then on he began a life of cannibalism, luring unwitting strangers into the alleyways to consume them. He dined on scholars, warriors, and mages alike, his body bloating to prodigious size and covered in mutations, gifts from his now patron Loth’shar. | Then on one fateful night, he found the recently deceased corpse of a beggar in the alleyway near his home. [[Grimdark|Loth’shar tempted the starving Glutos to eat it, who did so with tears in his eyes.]] To his morbid surprise, Glutos found the taste of flesh to be exquisitely filling, and from then on he began a life of cannibalism, luring unwitting strangers into the alleyways to consume them. He dined on scholars, warriors, and mages alike, his body bloating to its signature prodigious size and covered in mutations, gifts from his now patron Loth’shar. | ||
Over time, tales spread among the Hedonites of Slaanesh of a true champion of excess, many mortals flocking to Glutos’ side just to bask in his hedonistic glow. No matter what their own obsession was, all Hedonites found something to admire in the Lord of Gluttony, feeling empowered by his presence to greater depths of depravity. Glutos Orscollion was now the rotund regent of his own warband, which he uses to burn down entire cities to feed his hunger. Glutos is now on a tour of the Mortal Realms, eager to taste all the exotic foods he can find. | Over time, tales spread among the Hedonites of Slaanesh of a true champion of excess, many mortals flocking to Glutos’ side just to bask in his hedonistic glow. No matter what their own obsession was, all Hedonites found something to admire in the Lord of Gluttony, feeling empowered by his presence to greater depths of depravity. Glutos Orscollion was now the rotund regent of his own warband, which he uses to burn down entire cities to feed his hunger. Glutos is now on a tour of the Mortal Realms, eager to taste all the exotic foods he can find. | ||
Revision as of 17:40, 10 March 2021
The self titled “Lord of Gluttony” and “Grand Gourmand”, Glutos Orscollion is a lavishly obese champion of Slaanesh in Age of Sigmar. While the rest of the Slaanesh mortals exemplified the sex appeal and combat perfection side of the Dark Prince, Glutos embodies raw all consuming excess, being both a perpetrator and slave to ceaseless indulgence. Oh, and have we mention how fat he was? Seriously, his waistline matches the average fa/tg/uy in sheer girth. It's at the point where he has to be carried around on an opulent mobility scooter palanquin, where his equally depraved servants can feed him all manner of exotic food at any time.
History
Origin
Glutos began life as a frail and emaciated street rat living in Hysh. He was the son of a failed merchant family, forced to live a life of thievery and begging just to survive. His life would be forever changed when he decided to steal from a shady looking temple that was totally not a secret Slaaneshi cult. Young Glutos stole a handful of golden grains that was offered as a gift to the ancient daemon Loth’shar, who as punishment decided to curse Glutos with a ravenous hunger and a craving for more exotic tastes. Loth’shar remained a taunting voice in the back of the boy’s head for many years, torturing him as he was never able to satisfy his hunger.
Then on one fateful night, he found the recently deceased corpse of a beggar in the alleyway near his home. Loth’shar tempted the starving Glutos to eat it, who did so with tears in his eyes. To his morbid surprise, Glutos found the taste of flesh to be exquisitely filling, and from then on he began a life of cannibalism, luring unwitting strangers into the alleyways to consume them. He dined on scholars, warriors, and mages alike, his body bloating to its signature prodigious size and covered in mutations, gifts from his now patron Loth’shar.
Over time, tales spread among the Hedonites of Slaanesh of a true champion of excess, many mortals flocking to Glutos’ side just to bask in his hedonistic glow. No matter what their own obsession was, all Hedonites found something to admire in the Lord of Gluttony, feeling empowered by his presence to greater depths of depravity. Glutos Orscollion was now the rotund regent of his own warband, which he uses to burn down entire cities to feed his hunger. Glutos is now on a tour of the Mortal Realms, eager to taste all the exotic foods he can find.
Broken Realms
The Lord of Gluttony’s all-you-can-eat buffet tour has led him into contact with the recently reincarnated Sigvald. The two Slaanesh champions were quick to bicker and compare their lists of kills. It wasn’t long before an emissary of Slaanesh silenced the two squabbling lords and told them of their new destination; Excelsis, where a great “feast” is going to take place.
Tabletop
As fitting for his impressively opulent model, Glutos is a centerpiece support hero who provides passive buffs to all Mortal Hedonite models the longer he remains on the battlefield. He’s like Katakros, traveling with a large retinue that provide their own buffs as well, although it is these servants that do all of the fighting in Glutos’ stead. As the servants die, Glutos loses most of his combat potential, and being such a large model also means he’s an easy target for missile attacks.
Glutos is also a Wizard.