Great video here, starting to tell us more in depth lore.
Always does great videos 2+Tough
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Love that video.
I like the idea that our CD have a constant low level hammering in their minds, as a reminder that a they follow Hashut and b Hashut is a lot more than just a name of a god.
One observation. A lot of focus on uncovering lost temples etc unlocking lost tech.
However, why can’t Hashut just tell those in the current setting how to build the exact same stuff? Minor plot hole
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Some of the lore in 2+’s video is very recognizable from the two short stories they uploaded to Warcom, so it’s kind of cool to hear his interpretation of them. Like Hashut speaking directly to his followers, telling Morgrum to “Submit” and accept his teachings.
I have come across some images that are supposedly from the next White Dwarf, where Grombrindal is the narrator:
The lore reveals in two of those is huge for AoS. Grombrindal is said to remember everything perfectly, even back into the old world (which most of the old AoS characters don’t). If he says Hashut was an ancestor god he probably was, even if he is a lesser chaos god again now that he’s lost his physical body and transcended in the forge of souls.
It’s also said that Grungni has “locked” the dwarven underworlds in Shyish, which is something Nagash is pissed about. But I thought Nagash had already consumed Gazul, though this short story makes it clear that he’s still alive and protected. Who knows if Helsmiths get to enter when they die… They might have a sort of “hell” for them in there, if their souls aren’t eaten by daemons wanting revenge or something. That’s just me speculating though.
The last bit is unrelated to Chorfs, but I thought it was interesting. Malekith was Snorri Whitebeard’s best friend, and so I think this is the first time they have spoken in… 7.6k + AoS’ timeline -years? And Malerion Malekith seems to be kind to Grombrindal, even if he’s probably not being entirely honest.
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can’t wait for the next 2+ tough lore video on Zharrdron society
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Great bit of lore 
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Urak Taar lore. Spolier alert
Most of the Zharrdron’s ancestors lie beyond Judgement. Their remains were consigned to the furnaces or else lie cold in tombs so malice filled that few dare enter. One endures though, and his grip on power has never slackened. He is Urak Taar, the First Deamonsmith, and his venerability is matched only by his wickedness.
None are so learned in Hashut’s arts as Urak Taar, for he is said to have studied under the Father of Darkness himself. Though he presides over the Forge Anethema, having lured its hierarchs into the Bullfather’s service, he claims to have aided Hashut in wrenching knowledge from the Realm of Chaos deep within the citadel of Ur-Zorn. If this is true, then Taar is one of the most ancient mortals alive. His sense of superiority certainly seems to have been honed over millennia, he refuses to look upon hobgrots, let alone accept their service. The horns crowning his brow are hailed as signs of favour, and thousands have fallen to his conjured fires and crafted weapons. Once, Taar possessed acolytes charged solely with tallying each atrocities committed by his creations. Now, if he indulged in such recounting, the list would perhaps never end.
Yet for all the depths of magic Taar has plumbed, all the wealth he has amassed and heights of influence he has attained, he has not been sparred Hashut’s spiteful impositions. The magical petrification that afflicts all Zharrdron sorcerers has long meanced him, transforming most of his body into cracked basalt aglow with hate. By now this curse should have claimed him several times over, through it grants strength and resilience, Taar knows he cannot deny it forever.
Only sheer, prideful will has kept Taar from succumbing - will and an obsessive pursuit of arcane secrets to stem his degradation. Some are disclosed by contacts in the Varanguard, for many of those champions bear arms and armour forged by the First Daemonsmith. Others originate from Taar’s diabolical studies.
In one hand, he grips the stave Dumakaz, supposedly the first Chaos-bound artefact created by Hashut’s hand. Taar has honed - and jealously guarded - a spell to project a measure of his curse through this staff as an umbra of roiling magic. Any engulfed are agonizingly transmuted to obsidian, black glass, or other volcanic matter before being shattered and turned into raw materials. In truth, this grants Taar slim physical respite. It does, though, offer spiteful satisfaction.
Ghorrakos, Taar’s Taurus steed, is similarly unique. Hashut’s first acolytes are said to have sought anything to power their work - including the souls of the great bullsires of Korrok, agonisingly dissected and rendered down. Into Urak Taar’s bronzed mount was the most powerful of these scraps of spirit sealed. Perhaps as a result, over the centuries, an eerie consciousness has gestated within the construct. While most Tauruses are immobile when unridden, Ghorrakos has been known to move of its own accord, its head slowly grinding to track those who enter its master’s presence. Such an aberration of unintended wilfulness would be quickly disposed of if Ghorrakos did not occasionally rumble primordial secrets - secrets that have served Taar more than once.
Taar knows that if he is to slip Hashut’s shackles, he must follow in his steps. He must attain godhood. Such an appallingly arrogant conceit is but one more step in the long procession he has walked. His warhosts are a testament to his pride, replete with wealthy clans and promising sorcerers he has bound into eternal terms of service. He commands the finest war engines, many of which were salvaged from the bowels of Ur-Zorn through Taar’s ancient influence with the priesthood before being repaired and filled with hate. Taar sees the Hour of Ruin and the chance for conquest it offers as a call to truly commence his self-deifying mission. He led the despoiling of Grimnir’s Firehold, yet his true goal was to plunder the Fyreslayer’s vaults. Within, he has discovered something that has piqued his fascination.
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Incidentally, I’m going to think of Astragoth still being the oldest, just that he’s only got one eyeball left that’s not turned to stone so he’s been put in the vaults or shrine somewhere! 
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Part 2 is up
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So painful. I want to read all the new stuff, but I’m desperately waiting for my book before I do.
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