After a long and arduous mission in the Darklands, the black orc regiment known as Da Immortulz led by Durkol Eye-Gouger & Taugrek the Throttler finally arrived back in Black Cragg, with their peculiar ally the spider-riding goblin Snaggla Grobbspit and their prisoner, the chaotic dwarf daemonsmith and servant of the Bull-headed chaos god Hashut, Hothgar the Renegade firmly in tow.
The black orcs entered the city via its main gates and found the city in a state of utter anarchy in the form of infighting. Not content with waiting for their champion’s recovery, the orcs of Waaagh! Grimgor had fallen into disarray and knew no better to do than smash each other against anything that looked blunt or pointy enough to do some damage.
Da Immortulz raised their axes in preparation to fight their way through the crowd when suddenly, Snaggla decided to speak up.
Snaggla: “Oi! I’m not steppin’ in dere! Wers mi prize den?”
Durkol simply stared the goblin an icy look before replying “Git lossd.”
Snaggla: “Bat me prize!”
Durkol: “Oim not eatin’ ya am oi?”
Snaggla: “No?”
Durkol: “Well daz it. Naw git lossd befor me tinks diffent.”
The goblin scurried away in fear as the remaining 8 or so black orcs prepared to fight their way through the infighting horde, such that they could deliver the captured daemonsmith to their Warboss.
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• Angry React: The Immortulz entered the fray, beating the orcs and goblins in their path until they came across a group of black orcs from their rival unit, the armed to ‘da teef’ Krimson Killerz. Normally, an Immortul would knows how to best a Killer but under these circumstances, outnumbered three to one and having just made a long journey, quite the opposite became true. The Krimson Killerz charged straight for the small pack of elite black orcs, swinging at them and chopping with their dual-wielded axes while shrugging of Da Immortulz’s blows until nothing remained standing to chop. With Durkol and his group all dead, Da Krimson Killerz took Hothgar prisoner and fed him to a colossal squig for a good laugh.

Grimgor remains infirm.
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The Orc party leapt into battle, making minced-meat of their in-fighting foes who stood in their way, even going up against a fellow unit of black orcs known as da Krimson Killerz and showing them whose boss.
Eventually, the black orcs and their daemonsmith prisoner madd their way through the long caverns of brawls before finally reaching the hold’s summit, with at its centre the great stone dwelling of their master, the lair of Grimgor Ironhide.
The party entered the lair and were reunited with the remainder of Da Immortulz who’d stayed behind to protect their warboss in these difficult times. Grimgor was in much the same position as he had been when last they treaded here, Grimgor lying on a rock still heaving in pain as Hothgar went over to inspect him and confirm their fears. Even now, a year after his fight against the Emperor of Men, the magic unleadhed by the Heldenhammer still coursed through Grimgor’s veins, threatening to strike his heart at any point in time.
Fortunately, the daemonsmith knew of a way to sate the magic coursing through the orc’s body, a blast of demonic magic could extinguish the Heldenhammer’s flame and allow Grimgor to return to the battlefield once more. Of course, coming from a daemonsmith there would always be a catch in that without a daemonic spirit to syphon the magic inside Grimgor’s body, this blast would kill him as well. The only substantive difference Ghal Maraz’ magic and Hothgar’s power unfettered by a daemon is that the latter would take longer to kill Grimgor.
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• Laugh React: Daemons? Death? Bah!

This didn’t sound very Orc-y to Grimgor. All he wanted was to get back to ‘Krumpin’!
And so the black orcs refused Hothgar’s latter offer, opting instead for the single blast without a daemon to remove it. The daemonsmith obeyed, making obly the most minor of changes to Grimgor’s armour to ease his movement before bringing on his Burning Wrath. The sorcerer called on fires stoked from deep below and summoned a torrent of burning lava which consumed Grimgor’s entire body inside a cocoon of sorts. The flames purified all within them, purging Sigmar’s wrath and cauterising all of Grimgor’s external wounds before slowly diluting and entering his body via his orifices.
Grimgor stirred, feeling renewed once more as he reached out and grabbed Hothgar by the throat with one hand while the other laid outstretched toward Durkol Eye Gouger. Durkol passed Grimgor his axe, Gitsnik, and so in one fell move Grimgor removed the pitiful chaos dwarf’s head from his shoulders.
Grimgor held Hothgar’s head aloft and roared an earth-shattering Waaagh!
The yell was heard all over Black Cragg and all those in-fighting mobs ceased their bickering at once in the knowledge that the Once and Future Git was back. The question of course, is how long could he sustain his greentide before the daemonsmith’s magic caught up to him?
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• Love React: Hothgar lied. As he proceeded to cast his cleansing flames on the black orc warboss he suddenly unleashed an Ashstorm instead. A hellish storm of choking hot ash manifested and spun around the room, scalding and blinding all the surrounding black orcs as Hothgar continued with his business.

By the time Durkol and the other orcs could see once more Hothgar was long gone, having used the chaos of outside’s fighting to make a quick escape. Furthermore, Grimgor was dead, crushed by the signature iron bull’s head of a Hell Hammer spell.
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(Prelude to sad and wow react)
Despite barely being able to understand what Hothgar told them, Grimgor and his black orcs understood one thing; dying was not an option, that would mean less time for Grimgor to show everyone he was Da Best!
And so, Grimgor welcomed Hothgar’s invitation. The daemonsmith made several adjustments to Grimgor’s armour; adding several valves, cogs and pistons to the black orc’s armour as well as loosening his armoured plating to make space for Grimgor’s soon to be enhanced form. The Black Orcs laid their warboss down on his table as Hothgar began his ritual, reaching deep into the realms of chaos to find the perfect host for his patient and once he finally did, he ushered it forward into this plain of reality. A wall of the room simmered, burnt and wasted away into ash before leaving a molten gateway in its place through which a K’daai Zharr, a Scion of Fire forged in the Father of Darkness’ domain, entered this world.
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• Sad React: As the molten daemon entered the room Hothgar proceeded with his aim to bond it with its orcish subject. However, the standard bearer for Da Immortulz, Taugrek the Throttler, hesitated at the sight of the igneous mass of limbs and in its fear attacked Hothgar, planting their axe in Hothgar’s back.

Hothgar fell, gasping for air as he bled out and lost control of the burning daemon which returned to its reality. The orcs watched as the daemonsmith proceeded to die before them, the dwarf loudly cursing at them for being too stupid to attempt any kind of first aid in his final moments.
Following these events, Durkol proceeded to execute Taugrek for lashing out but even then it made little difference as the orcs found themselves back where they had started.
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• Wow React: The K’daai Zharr entered the world and Hothgar proceeded to fuse the molten daaemon to Grimgor’s body. As this happened, Grimgor’s body ignited, his skin turning from green to a black as his eyes were engulfed by flame and turned a glowing red. His new armour engaged instantly, converting the excess heat of having a molten daemon inside him into steam while various dials allowed Hothgar to monitor his subject’s transformation.

The changes continued, with the separation of his armoured plates coming to good use as his body began to expand, gaining up to another 6 inches in height and repairing all his atrophied muscles in addition to providing new ones. Finally, his forehead expanded as the beginnings of two bull-horns began to grow and take shape.
Once the transformation was complete, Grimgor leant forward and proceeded to stand, the first time he had been able to do so in over a year, left this lair and delivered a humongous warcry before the countless numbers of squabbling greenskins. Grimgor Ironhide had returned.
However, as Grimgor regained his dominance over his many tribes one thing remained interesting, he never struck Hothgar. Indeed, Hothgar was allowed to leave this place and return to his lands.
For in truth, this was not the day Grimgor gained his freedom to fight and lead his waaagh! once more. No. This was the day Grimgor gave up his freedom. This was the day that, like so many black orcs before him, Grimgor became an agent of Hashut’s wrath, a slave to the Father of Darkness. He simply didn’t know it yet…