Wurrzag da Great Prophet

Wurrzag da Great Prophet is the closest thing the greenskins have to a holy man, a Savage Orc shaman touched, some would say cracked, by the raw attention of Gork and Mork themselves. Where other Orc shamans merely channel the Waaagh! energy that pools around massing greenskins, Wurrzag is ridden by it, prone to fits, visions, and pronouncements delivered in two divine voices at once, one cunning and one brutal.

He wanders the wild places daubed in sacred paint and hung with fetishes and grinning idols, appearing among the tribes to name the warboss the gods have chosen and to hand that fortunate brute a destiny he did not ask for. Warbosses anointed by Wurrzag have gone on to build mighty Waaaghs; those who mocked him have met ends so grotesquely fitting that the tribes now treat his arrival with superstitious dread. Wurrzag himself claims no ambition beyond doing as the gods bawl inside his skull, which is precisely what makes him so dangerous, for a prophet who wants nothing cannot be bought, bullied, or turned aside from the road his gods have set him on.