Ork Khork Princeboss

Every Goreboy in da warband has been dead at least once. That is how this works. You take a hit that finishes you, and in da moment between dead and not dead you see da Blood God, and you come back changed.

Da Nobbaz saw him and approved. Da Boyz saw him and started collecting. All of them woke up again on da right side of things, with a new god and a very clear job.

Da Boss did not wake up.

Whatever killed him did it properly, and instead of a glimpse he got da whole doorway - all da way through, boots on da other side, standing in da realm itself with everything in it looking back at him. This is da point where a warrior kneels. It is not really a choice. Gods are very large and da realm makes da rules and everyone who arrives there understands within about a second what is expected.

Da Boss understood something else. Da Boss understood that there were a great many things standing around him, and that all of them had heads.

So he started.

Da daemons came first. He killed them. Bigger ones came, da kind with names and long reputations and a history of being da last thing anyone ever sees, and he killed those too, and he laughed while doing it, which was possibly da most upsetting part for everyone present. Sorcerers were sent. Champions were sent. Things that were not really things anymore were sent. He killed all of it, kept a running tally, and every skull on that tally belonged to something Chaos had made.

Da Blood God did not object. Da Blood God counted.

This is where it gets difficult for da theologians. Because da more of Chaos he destroyed, da higher Chaos raised him. He was named a Champion - da first Ork ever to hold that title - for a career built almost entirely on killing da forces that gave it to him. He did not correct da misunderstanding. He was not certain there was one.

He kept going. Champions can rise further if they keep offering, and he was offering constantly. A few Daemon Princes went onto da tally. Then a few more. Somewhere in there da paperwork caught up with reality and he became one himself, the first of his kind, wearing armour grown onto his own body and dragging da whole green warband up behind him.

Only one thing ever stopped him.

Da Blood God reached down and hit him. Not all of it - a fraction, a gesture, a fingernail's worth of a god's attention. It was enough. He got up slowly, understood exactly what had just been explained to him, and for da first time in his life he did not swing at da thing standing in front of him.

He kneeled. Last of all da Goreboyz to do it, and da only one who had to be convinced.

That is when he took da title. Princeboss.

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