Rabble-rousers of note in an entire clan of rabble-rousers, Warchanters will use anything nearby to hammer out the rhythm of war, a rhythm that thunders constantly within their tortured skulls. Chunks of iron, bits of wood, people’s faces – anything is a drum to a Warchanter, and the screams of agony from their unwilling instruments merely adds to the rising blastbeat cacophony. The effect this percussive violence has on nearby Ironjawz is as impressive as it is noisy; massive hordes of greenskins soon gather, joining in by stomping and screaming and smashing their great fists