Grudge Bearer (Warhammer)
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Dwarf King Throndin Stoneheart of Zhufbar is dead; betrayed upon the field of battle. as his son barundin takes up the mantle of King, he must fulfil a mighty oath of vengeance. In an epic tale that spans centuries, Grudge Bearer follows Barundin as he battles his way through enemies on a desperate quest to avenge the wrongs against his father and save his people from a terrible war against the dark forces of Chaos.
death, was framed by a shock of greying hair. Throndin’s beard had been intricately braided into funerary knots, the better for him to look in the Halls of the Ancestors. Barundin laid a hand upon his father’s unmoving chest and looked eastwards, where the World’s Edge Mountains reared up from beyond the horizon, disappearing into the low clouds. ‘From stone we came and to stone we return,’ said Barundin, his gaze focussed on the mountains in the distance. ‘On this very field, a year ago, King
the straps on the gromril plates of his armour and his hair was loosely packed under his crowned helm. Across his left arm, Barundin carried a circular shield of steel inlaid with gromril in the likeness of his great-great-great grandfather, King Korgan, and in his right hand he carried Grobidrungek – the Goblinbeater – a single-bladed runeaxe that had been in his family for eleven generations. Around him, the dwarfs of Zhufbar readied axes and hammers, their bearded faces stern and resolute as
astounded. ‘A king of the dwarfs comes here? And if we still deny you, what then? Will you declare war on the whole Empire?’ At their captain’s words, a few soldiers drew their weapons and some raised crossbows, pointing at Barundin. Quicker than one would expect from a dwarf, Dran was stood on the bench, a throwing axe in one hand. He stared at Dewircht and the soldiers. ‘Your captain dies the moment one of you moves against my king,’ the Reckoner warned, his scarred face crumpled in a
You’re no longer welcome in my halls.’ ‘You’re still mad about that little explosion?’ said Wanazaki with a disconsolate shake of the head. ‘You’re a hard king, Throndin, a hard king.’ ‘Get gone,’ said Throndin, thrusting a thumb over his shoulder. ‘I shouldn’t even be talking to you.’ ‘Well, you’re not in your halls now, your kingship, so you can listen and you don’t have to say a word,’ said Wanazaki. ‘Well, what have you got to say for yourself?’ said the king. ‘I haven’t got the time to
sight, although Barundin knew they were just manlings, so their appearance was really the only thing about them that caused any dread. They would be wild and reckless, like all manlings, and easily cut down. There were an awful lot of them, he thought as he watched the dark mass winding its way around the pass towards him. He could see why King Ironfist had sent for aid to hold back this host. The Slayer King had sworn that he would hold the pass against these incursions from the east, while the