The leader of Da Bloodbreaka Clan is its talisman through the greatest of fights and toughest of foes. He has earned his nickname “Da Immortal” too many times for an orruk to count, surviving grievous deathblows only to return stronger than before. For an orruk, Gorfang is a surprisingly competent tactician, and has made decisive orders like sending Gore Gruntas into an enemy's “flank” because they’re squishier there. Most surprising of all is Gorfang’s penchant for what some call “honor.” He prefers to beat his enemies fairly, but a giant boot to the jibblies doesn’t count if no one sees it.
To show the other Ironjawz who Da Best Boss is, Gorfang adorns his armour with the heads of his fallen foes. Each one tells the story of Gorfang's trials as an Ironjaw. The Chaos Duardin taskmaster, Rhagrakki Burnfist, who oversaw Gorfang’s enslavement. Rhagrakki's head sits next to the treacherous ogor Turokk the Hairy, who tried to backstab Da Bloodbreaka Clan. Adjoining him is the mischievous Skaven Warlord Scrak Goldclaw, who Gorfang hunted for ages after he stole his pet squig. The scalp of the Khorne champion who put Gorfang in chains, Deathbringer Kalrak Bloodmarked, hangs from the orruk’s belt. As for the monstorous skull of Gorzog that sits on Megaboss' right shoulder? No one knows except for him.
With the realms breaking and their lands shattered by The Jhokulapse, the drums of war sound once more from Mount Kraktoof. Da Bloodbreaka Clan marches with Gorfang at the head of his WAAAGH!
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