Despite their more cautious attitude towards warfare, the Kruleboyz are orruks through and through. They’re slender compared to their hulking cousins in the Ironjawz, trading bulk for a longer reach. Hard finkin’ is something to be encouraged, and they will calmly calculate a plan of attack rather than hurtling headlong into a scrap. A Kruleboyz warparty creeps forward under cover of night and fog, hefting jagged weapons coated with venom harvested from bog-dwelling horrors, and gleefully lays traps and lures their foes into an ambush.

With this penchant for skulduggery, smarts, and sheer spite, the Kruleboyz stay on the literal cutting edge of unpleasant innovations.