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The Chaos Wasteland is a hostile place to live, even for the more mutated of living beings.
After the death of their chieftain, the Benthoof herd thought that tempting fate there was less risky than facing the rage of their rival clans. However, they soon found out that the warp energies surrounding the Pole were much stronger than anticipated. Most members of the tribe, young and old, suffered from violent ilnesses and mutations, while the most human among them succumbed to the elements and poisonous radiation, and all the pregnant beastwomen gave birth to stillborn calves, or worse still pathetic and dangerous beasts that had no mind of their own.
So when Yyanghar was birthed, there was much rejoicing, as it was the first newborn since their migration, and a proper beastman too. This omen of success, however, was Yyanghar's alone: while the other gors were weakened by the warp energies, Yyanghar was fortified by them. Soon he was able to challenge the strongest among the Benthooves for the leadership, and the dying clan could do nothing but abide to the wills of their new chieftain. When Yyanghar finally reached adulthood, he had little in common with a normal beastman and reminded more some kind of avian creature, and his followers were so changed and misshapen to be unrecognisable too.

One day, a giant bulding of silver so clean its surface was like a mirror appeared near the encampment of what remained of the Benthoof herd. When its doors opened, Yyanghar entered it, never looking back at the tribe whose lives and hope fueled his ascension, and finally reached his master.

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