April 2016 challenge entry.
Outcast on corpse carrier.
When the naive ogre first approached the Spire he was full of confidence, being among the brightest of his kind, and brimming with confidence. Not content with mastering only the traditional lores of his kin, he came to the Spire to learn from the grand necromancer and his disciples. The necromancer's of the Spire bared rotten teeth, accepted him into their ranks with cunning smiles, sniggering amongst themselves as the ogre struggled to endure their twisted hazing rituals.
Yet teach him they did, and so he suffered their brutality without protest, and before long found himself raising whole battalions of the undead in service of his new master. Too soon though did he learn the price for this new found power. For his kind were not meant to follow this path, and the dark magics of undeath took their toll upon him. He found he could no longer eat, and his body soon withered. His limbs became thin and weak, losing their once mighty bulk.
A contorted and frail wreck, the necromancer's of the Spire cackled with cruel delight as they flung him from the battlements. The fall would bring him no peace however, only serving to further rupture and disfigure his ruined body. So strong was the hold of his new master that even after this torment, he continues to serve.