Amongst the Gitmobs, it is no crime to launch a leadership challenge by trying to stab your Gitlord in the back. It is, however, inadvisable to mess it up. When Rippa Narkbad’s bid for power went horribly wrong, he chose rapid and self-imposed exile over the messy death he would undoubtedly have faced if he had hung about. His two best ladz, Stabbit and Mean-eye, came with him, more out of guilt by association than any real sense of loyalty. Down but not defeated, Rippa has led his grumbling and mutinous companions to Beastgrave in pursuit of the magnificently shiny choppa he sees every night in his dreams. With that blade in his hand, surely Rippa could ride back to his tribe and claim rulership over the headless corpses of all his old rivals…
