The dread of the steppe, enslavers of many, slayers of more, the ones who struck fear into the hearts of devils and demons alike as if they were children scared of the night. The Chogtor were a force to be reckoned with, steppe tribesmen with a warring culture, faithful to Malar, Umberlee and Talos, pragmatic and with a desire to conquer. In their early days they slaugthered and conquered many peoples, and their worse form was yet to come.
The Calamity struck the entire world, no place was spared. The ambitions of hell were migthy, yet in their long grasp they made the terrible mistake of thinking low of these steppe horselords. When the trap was sprung, it was not the leaders and shamans of the chogtor the ones who were posessed by the secretly cursed magic items that were given to them, but instead, their decoy slaves. When the demons poured out of the abyss they did not appear in the tents of the chieftains, but directly into circles of protection and warding, making them feel pain, severing them from the abyss. It took them weeks, but the shamans of the chogtor were resourceful and ambitious, and once they broke the firsts , the rest were all the more easier.
The Chogtor are "Humans" , "Centaurs" Tieflings and Cambion, an even deeper transformation. These last two are their offspring, naturally born this way. They are masters of blood magic, eldritch pacts, but have not forgotten their mastery with the bow and the net.
It was the Chogtor who enslaved devil and demon alike, to summon and chain them to this realm, bind them to their will and utlimately consume them for their own power. With this newlyfound strength, they went on to conquer, consume and enslave like never before. Now it was not land, wealth or honor that drove them, but the consumption of flesh, blood and souls. Peoples like the Astanor, Nikanor, Turannor, Anatol, Gyamar and Ratarte were enslaved, turned to good use as their skills were too good to not use. Others, like the Seytan, Kythan, Chuulannor and Oirannor were simply put to the sword, and made into fodder.
The Chogtor made their way from the far flung eastern steppes of Orientavalk to the border with the Varangor, the Llapock and the Amrots. These people fought them, but only the Amrot showed any chance to stop them, as their mountain kingdom was ready to be thrown and unmade just to bring them pain. The Chogtor were not stopped by an alliance of good, like how the Magerni empire came to be, but by the death of its Khagan, and the subsequent internal strife, in which they came to discover how much more efficient is to kill each other, for each chogtor is nurtured by the souls of a thousand people.
In this distraction, their slaves made an attempt to escape. They quickly took revenge on the Astannor and Nikanor, but the rest were gone. Worse enough, the wives of the Khans made their flight as well, and reached the third circle of the world, where they found magic strong enough to undo it, were any attempts to enslave them be made. After these failures, there remained no khan strong enough to unite them, and to this day they infight, bringing the forces of hell onto each other in ways that not even wars from other realms do.
In battle, even the lowliest chogtor can be expected to bring a few chain devils, or hordes of weaker monstrosities, with the Khans having Balors or worse things at their service. When the Chogtor march to battle, Hell is whipped before them, and all hope of victory, deterrance, survival or quick death is quickly thrown overboard as reality sets in, and one understands that eventual death would be their best end.