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Ogrkin Gauptman In the Crimson Legion, a career is limited only by ambition and bloodlust. Even an ogrkin can rise to become a Gauptman, if he is brutal enough to crush his rivals and cunning enough to command a pack of half-ton killers. Files Included The kit contains 13 parts, including 3 optional weapons, 2 shields, 2 right hands, and 2 back options. Scaled for 28 mm tabletop. Base not included. Ready to print. All parts have been prepared and tested for 3D printing. Description The Ogrkin Gauptman of the Crimson Legion is a walking bastion of the Dominion, immense and unyielding, as if built from armor, scars, and sheer stubbornness, with death itself simply never informed that he was meant to fall. In him, rage and terror have taken on flesh, and this is felt even in the way he moves: heavy, certain, and unstoppable, like a creature accustomed to smashing through walls with its shoulder and treating gunfire as a problem for weaker beings. Massive plates and rivets cover his frame, crude but deadly weapons rest easily in his grip, and all around him hangs the sense that what marches forward is not merely a soldier, but the Dominion’s will made manifest and hurled ahead like a battering ram. To the misfortune of the Dominion’s enemies, it was not random ogrkins who crossed into rebellion, but the strongest and most iron-willed among them — veterans abandoned by their former masters, who accepted the Dominion’s hand because it offered purpose, sustenance, meaning, and a new faith. That faith made them more than formidable fighters. It made them devoted cultists, whose conviction can be stronger than muscle and whose obedience runs deeper than pain. They do not go to war as to a job, nor even as to service, but as to a rite, and so they are hard to break, for they see suffering as part of duty. Among such giants stand the Gauptmen, the leaders of their kind, and this one has earned that place. He dominates his brethren not only through raw strength, but through brutal cunning, a rough intelligence that understands profit, fear, and blood better than numbers or rhetoric ever could. He forces the ogrkins to advance in order, trains them to wield heavier weapons, maintains discipline, and sees that the cult’s commandments are obeyed without hesitation and without mercy. And when he raises his voice, the squad becomes a single beast, and the Dominion gains what it values above all else: discipline that knows how to grin while it breaks the enemy.