The Centigor Ghorros Warhoof
Ghorros Warhoof, called the "Sire of a Thousand Young", is a gnarled, ancient Beastman Centigor who is forever fighting, rutting, or getting drunk.
Not a single minute of Ghorros' impressive lifespan has been spent idle, for it is the nature of his pact with the gods of Chaos that, in return for longevity and boundless vitality, he should be ever on the move, bringing anarchy to the civilised lands of Men, Dwarfs and Elves, and leaving only ruin in his blood-drenched wake. Thus it is a rare moon that passes without the Warhoof shedding blood in anger and it is a rare corner of the Old World where hushed tales of his wanton violence are not recounted as warnings to those foolishly unafraid of the beasts that reside beneath the dark boughs of the looming forests.[2a]
Amongst the Cloven Ones, tales of Ghorros' exploits extend far beyond recitations of his prowess in battle. Grim legends of the blasphemies he has committed in his devotion to the Ruinous Powers can be found inscribed upon rough-hewn herdstones raised by the brayherds he has visited and led in battle from the Troll Country in Kislev to the Kharnos Forest on the borders of Tilea. Countless are the sacred sites, holy chapels and blessed shrines defiled by his hand and the statues of saints, priests and martyrs smashed to rubble beneath his iron-shod hooves, for Ghorros delights in the torment of clerics devoted to weakling gods and the toppling of dressed stones raised towards the heavens by their hands.[2a]
History[]
Ghorros' unnaturally long life has spanned many centuries and he has slaughtered his way through countless wars without succumbing to his injuries. Not a single minute of his impressive lifespan has been spent idle, for the Warhoof is possessed of an unholy vitality; a virile and boundless energy that is matched only by the depths of his carnal urges. Amongst the strongest of these is a lust for violence and battle. It is a rare moon indeed that does not see Ghorros go to war.[1a]
It is commonly said that Ghorros Warhoof is the father of a thousand young, and yet that still does not do his exploits justice. A menagerie of twisted Beastmen terrors that cover the Old World from one end to the other share his bloodline. Ghorros frequently boasts about his adventures; indeed it is very difficult to get him to stop. Amongst his many claims is the fathering of the entire Centigor race. He maintains that every one of that mismatched and drunken clan can be traced back to his lineage. Few have the nerve to gainsay him, for in his cups the Warhoof has a terrible and violent temper, and he is rarely sober.[1a]
None can deny that Ghorros has a very great number of Centigor sons and acolytes, all fanatically devoted to their gnarled -- but undeniably potent -- leader. He gallops into battle surrounded by the largest and most fearsome of his four-legged progeny, the Sons of Ghorros, and every one of them would readily give their lives for the sake of their infamous sire.[1a]
But it is not just Centigors that owe a familial debt to Ghorros, for he is anything but discerning. Amongst his hordes come all manner of nameless Chaos beasts and mutant half-breeds, and regardless of their size, barbarism, or ferocity, they all pay respect to the Warhoof when he is nearby. An army blessed by the leadership of the Warhoof is strong indeed, for his presence unites the disparate creatures of the dark woods on a deep and primal level.[1a]
Wargear[]
- Mansmasher - In battle Ghorros wields a great spiked club, every bit as blunt and unstable as its owner. Though crude, the Mansmasher bears the blessings of dozens of Bray-Shamans, and it has been soaked in the blood of ancient dynasties.[1a]
- Skull of the Unicorn Lord - Atop his scalp Ghorros wears the broken skull of Arsil, the Prince of Unicorns, who had an unfortunate encounter with Ghorros in a moonlit glade centuries ago. It still harbours some of the protective magic of its former owner.[1a]
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