"Ogres are the savages of the monstrous world. Standing nearly twice the height of a man, they speak in grunts and howls, smashing through trees, walls, and bone with ease. Most wield tree trunks or rusted iron slabs as weapons, caring little for form or finesse. Ogres will often lie in ambush, stalk caravans, or demand tolls at crude bridges and cliff passes..."

From the Wyrmbrand's Monstrous Archive entry "Ogron Bestialis"