Hero
Dorgai Chainmaw
The Hungering Hook
Tank- Melee
AoE
Heal
Debuff
Origin Net-mender of the Taruvai shoals
Dorgai mended nets on the Taruvai shoals in the famine year, when the Ministry locked the granaries and Marai, who had promised a grain boat, held the harbour shut on its order. Her later rebellion he calls a famine too late. He wore a debtor's chain that winter, then bit through it, the songs say, and made a hook of the links. On the climb he learned the magistrate who signed the grain lock drank Seihwa's tea next spring; he repays her: his hook takes the first officer to reach for her. He fights hungry, dragging the fattest officer into his cloud of rot. Hunger is his office; the Famine Lord holds it and has never missed a meal.
They weighed our grain and counted our ribs. Now I hook their fat throats and pull.
Level 1 to 36
Attributes
Health (HP)- 760 4680
- 4680 at level 36 +3,920 from level 1
Mana- 300 1350
- 1350 at level 36 +1,050 from level 1
Attack (ATK)- 52 206
- 206 at level 36 +154 from level 1
Armor- 30 86
- 86 at level 36 +56 from level 1
Magic Resist- 30 65
- 65 at level 36 +35 from level 1
Attack Speed- 0.72 1.1
- 1.1 at level 36 +0.38 from level 1
Move Speed- 3 m/s 3 m/s
- Fixed Fixed
Attack Range- 1.2 m 1.2 m
- Fixed Fixed
6 skills
Skills
Skill I
Gutline Hook
Active 
Single
CC
- Cooldown
- 14s
- Cost
- 70 mana
- Cooldown
- 11.5s
- Cost
- 110 mana
Level 1
Hurl a hook at the enemy backline within 9m: 70 (+50% ATK) physical damage, drag it 4m toward Dorgai and stun it for 1s.
Next: level 2 at hero level 7
Hurl a hook at the enemy backline within 9m: 105 (+50% ATK) physical damage, drag it 4m toward Dorgai and stun it for 1.1s.
Level 6
Hurl a hook at the enemy backline within 9m: 245 (+50% ATK) physical damage, drag it 4m toward Dorgai and stun it for 1.5s.
He forged this reach after biting through the links of his debtor's collar in the Taruvai holding cell. Dorgai uncoils a heavy loop from his left forearm and hurls the rusted chain-link hook across the field. The barbed iron tears into the enemy backline, dragging the victim through the dirt into his grasp where a crushing blow leaves them stunned.
Skill II
Gutter Lunge
Active - AoE
- Debuff
Mobility
- Cooldown
- 10s
- Cost
- 45 mana
- Cooldown
- 8s
- Cost
- 70 mana
Level 1
Lurch up to 6m into the fight; enemies in the way take 50 physical damage and deal 12% less damage for 3s.
Next: level 2 at hero level 8
Lurch up to 6m into the fight; enemies in the way take 75 physical damage and deal 14% less damage for 3s.
Level 6
Lurch up to 6m into the fight; enemies in the way take 175 physical damage and deal 22% less damage for 3s.
He learned to barge through dockside guards when the starving mobs stormed the closed fish markets. Lowering his massive hunched shoulders, Dorgai lunges forward, his heavy belly sloshing beneath his salt-stiff canvas smock. He bowls through the enemy vanguard like an overturned cargo wagon, leaving foes spattered with rancid bilge water that weakens their arms and ruins their balance.
Skill III
Bilge Miasma
Passive - AoE
Level 1
Passive: every 1s, rot deals 22 magic damage to enemies within 8m.
Next: level 2 at hero level 9
Passive: every 1s, rot deals 33 magic damage to enemies within 8m.
Level 6
Passive: every 1s, rot deals 77 magic damage to enemies within 8m.
Months in the tide-drowned debtor's pit steeped his very skin in putrid harbour muck. A sickly greenish haze of rot hangs continuously around his massive frame, venting foul marsh stenches from the old fishing nets wrapped about his body. Foes standing near his bulk choke on the sour vapors, their vision blurring as the corrosive miasma eats into their flesh.
Skill IV
Bilious Belch
Active - AoE
- Debuff
- Cooldown
- 10s
- Cost
- 60 mana
- Cooldown
- 8s
- Cost
- 95 mana
Level 1
Belch a cone of bile 4.5m long: 70 magic damage and 30% slow for 2s.
Next: level 2 at hero level 10
Belch a cone of bile 4.5m long: 105 magic damage and 30% slow for 2s.
Level 6
Belch a cone of bile 4.5m long: 245 magic damage and 30% slow for 2s.
Starving on rotten kelp and salt mud taught his belly to brew vile weapons out of refuse. Clenching his fists until the chain on his left arm rattles, Dorgai heaves his gut and belches a wide spray of curdled yellow-green bile. The acidic slurry coats the enemy ranks, burning through leather and leaving the retching victims slipping and slowed in the puddle.
Skill V
Iron Gut
Passive 
Stats
Level 1
Passive: block 12 damage from each attack and +80 max HP.
Next: level 2 at hero level 11
Passive: block 16 damage from each attack and +120 max HP.
Level 6
Passive: block 32 damage from each attack and +280 max HP.
He survived the great famine by chewing whale gristle, iron scraps, and bitter salt crusts. Thick layers of tough blubber beneath his grey-green hide deaden the impact of enemy strikes. Hostile blades skid harmlessly off his massive belly and the stiffened canvas wrapped around his chest, failing to bite through his unnatural bulk.
Skill VI
Gullet of the Deep
Ultimate - Single
- Heal
- CC
- Cooldown
- 60s
- Cost
- 180 mana
- Cooldown
- 45s
- Cost
- 330 mana
Level 1
Ultimate: swallow the most dangerous enemy within 3.5m: 180 magic damage, healing Dorgai for 80% of it, and it is suppressed for 2s; no cleanse frees it.
Next: level 2 at hero level 12
Ultimate: swallow the most dangerous enemy within 3.5m: 324 magic damage, healing Dorgai for 80% of it, and it is suppressed for 2.25s; no cleanse frees it.
Level 6
Ultimate: swallow the most dangerous enemy within 3.5m: 1080 magic damage, healing Dorgai for 80% of it, and it is suppressed for 3.25s; no cleanse frees it.
This monstrous appetite was born when he swore to feast upon the very magistrates who weighed his people's ribs. Dorgai wraps his chain-bound arm around the enemy's most dangerous champion and unhinges his crooked jaw with a sickening crack. He drags the shrieking target into his cavernous gullet, suppressing them entirely while the churning rot within absorbs their life to feed his own.
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Character sheet
Appearance
Dorgai is a towering, heavy man of about forty with a great sagging belly, hunched shoulders, grey-green blotched skin, a wide jaw full of crooked chipped teeth, small sunken eyes and stringy black hair. He wears the rags of a Taruvai net-mender: a torn, salt-stiff smock of tarred brown canvas, scraps of old fishing net wrapped around his arms and belly like bandages, and an iron debtor's collar with one bitten-through link still around his neck. His weapon is the hook he made from the debtor's chain: a hook as long as his forearm, forged from flattened, bent iron chain links that still show their oval shapes, barbed at the point and rusted red-brown, fixed to a long length of the same heavy chain wound around his left arm. A faint greenish haze of rot hangs about him. Palette: tar brown, rust, sickly green. Silhouette hook: a fat, hunched brute swinging a chain-link hook.