"... Before he knew it, he was on his face and dust coated the insides of his nostrils. Somwhere in the distance he thought he heard the sounds of a most boisterous crowd yelling the words '...Kill! Kill! Kill!...' Rapiffer got to his knees, but wasn't quick-witted enough to notice the large blunt object about to reconfigure his face. Rapiffer staggered to his feet to look his attacker in the eyes, the man was large; for a man; and was wildly flailing a morning star around like a mad-man. Rap swung his axes in the general vicinity of the man; mostly because he was numbed by the heavy trauma to the head; and was blocked. Rap was again slammed hard and fell unconscious. He then awoke in the gutters of the witch herself: Mordheim, stripped of his all his possessions including that of the gift from his femorc wife. After the brave ex-leader Thog's attempt at leading the band to success, Rapiffer took up the reigns and would have his revenge on the killers of his most precious friend..."
-Random page from the chronicles of the Green Giants