o one knows Grimgor's early history, the only Orc foolish enough to ask quickly joined the former Warboss of the Yellow Eyes tribe in a broken heap in a ditch. All that is known is that Grimgor had staggered out of the Blasted Wastes with a grizzled, bloody and much scarred bodyguard. The few survivors were all tired and hungry, but they were also all Black Orcs and all armed to the teeth. They had clearly seen much combat and some of the blood and wounds were fresh, but after that first time nobody dared ask. What they lacked in numbers they more than made up for with single-minded brutality. Grimgor easily took over the first tribe he met, conquered the second and annihilated the third. There was never enough killing for Grimgor.

Even for an Orc his thirst for battle is exceptional. If he is out of the fighting for a day he starts bloody arguments, his one good eye leering out from a mass of scars to find fault with those around him. Two days and he kills any Gobbos unfortunate enough to come within arm's reach. Three days, and the army's in trouble. He seeks nothing less than eternal battle. For an Orc this marks him out as a leader and as a huge Black Orc with a following of more of the same this marks him out for greatness. Within a month of arriving he had carved himself a small empire in the northern edge of the Worlds Edge Mountains, always seeking battle, seldom seeking followers though Greenskins flocked to his banner.

The Dwarfs of Karak-Kadrin were the first of their kin to feel his wrath, and he struck them with insane ferocity. Those he did not kill he captured and tortured, plucking their beards out hair by hair, or heating their armour until they baked alive. He never tried to take the hugely fortified hold itself, content to butcher those that were sent against him until the Dwarfs despaired of their losses and settled down behind their defences to wait out the approaching winter. But Grimgor would not wait and went north once more, down Peak Pass and into Kislev to find fresh victims there.

Though the Kislevites are valiant fighters and well used to the icy grip of winter, the viciousness with which Grimgor attacked sent their forces reeling. Three armies were sent to stop him and he slaughtered them all in turn, feasting on the fallen. Then, as he approached Kislev itself, the prayers of the Ice Queen were answered and a blizzard struck the advancing Greenskins. Without warning the army was wrapped in a freezing cloak of whirling ice, stinging the eyes, scouring the flesh and confusing the senses. The Goblins whined and the Orcs thrashed them forwards, but the way was unclear. All landmarks were lost in the swirling maze of whiteness and after blundering around in a confused rage Grimgor halted the army to sit it out.

It was as well that there were many hundreds of Goblins with the host as Grimgor slew dozens in his rage and frustration at being halted. Soon the Orc shamans began to talk of sorcery and that the storm was unnatural. Another day went past and Grimgor ordered the army back towards the mountains. Travelling this way the storm seemed to abate, but each time they turned again to march once more on Kislev the winds whipped up and pelted them with ice. Grimgor returned to the Worlds Edge Mountains in a fury that boded ill for those that stood in his way. As it happened, it was the Skaven of Clan Mors that fell foul of this wrath.

Grimgor had finally decided to find a base from which to strike, and the ancient Dwarf hold of Karak Ungor seemed just the right place to start. Most of the Red Eye Goblins that swarmed through the former Dwarf Hold were already followers of Grimgor, and the few that weren't soon learned their mistake.

But it was in the deepest tunnels that Grimgor found his real enemy and soon the old workings rang to the sounds of battle. Month after month the battles raged, thousands of Skaven and Greenskins dying for each room, each corridor. Time and again Grimgor would think the Skaven destroyed, just to stumble on a secret passage hiding yet more of the vermin. With no map and both the Night Goblins and Skaven adding to the already labyrinthine passageways, Grimgor retired to the upper levels, leaving his followers to battle it out in the depths. This was just what he was looking for: a battle that never ended.

Next: Grimgor Goes to Hell Pit!