Badruk 'Eadsplitta[1]
Badruk 'Eadsplitta, feared as the "Scourge of the Grey Dwarfs" and known as "Baddie" to his mates, is a mighty Black Orc Big Boss.[1]
The 'Eadsplitta is a fearsome warrior. His skill with a two-handed greataxe has been honed by hundreds of combats in which he has perfected the simple (but effective) executioner's strike. With the awesome strength of a Black Orc behind each crushing blow, it's hardly surprising that some foes can do nothing except die rather untidily when confronted by Badruk.[1]
History[]
More than anything else, more even than kicking Gobbos, 'Eadsplitta likes fighting Dwarfs. They're good in a scrap so he gets a worthwhile fight, they don't break easily (not like Elves) so he gets a chance to flex his muscles, and they don't run away in the middle of the fun. At least they never get far when they try. They are what is known to Orcs as Skumgrod -- "Favourite Enemies" -- and 'Eadsplitta has made his home in the mountains where he can be near them. The Grey Dwarfs of Karak Norn know him well -- if not from personal experience then by reputation. Actually, he has caused so many deaths down the years that there are few families who have not lost a relative or friend to Badruk or his Boyz.[1]
It was way back in 2456 IC that Badruk appeared. Some said he trailed a wounded Dwarf Prospector into the mountains. Some think he simply got lost after a raid. The truth is even stranger.[1]
He'd been in battle in the western foothills of the Worlds Edge Mountains, in the thick of the fray with the rest of his ladz, hacking and smashing the Empire fools that were trying to stop the green horde from spilling down the mountainside and ravaging the plains below. The militia were not winning. In fact, they were being massacred...[1]
Standing knee deep in blood and gore, Badruk roared with the sheer joy of the slaughter. There were few of the humies left, fewer still that were in any state to put up a fight. In fact, the only one left anywhere near him was a wizened grey beard, all twisted and hunched, trying to sneak away from the disaster. A vicious smile broke over Badruk’s face as he saw him stumble and fall. With practiced ease the Black Orc followed, moving over the blood-slick rocks towards the fallen pinkskin. One last taste of blood for his axe that day.[1]
The humie scrabbled about in an old leather bag, obviously looking for something. Then he found it, and turned his terrified face to Badruk. But the huge Black Orc was already upon him, and as Badruk raised his blood-spattered axe for the final blow, the humie’s trembling voice croaked out his last words. "Sigmar forgive me," he muttered, and threw a handful of sparkling blue powder at the huge Black Orc.[1]
For a moment Badruk was blinded by the dazzling glitter of the powder, but silly magic tricks wouldn’t save the humie. Down came Badruk’s axe with the power of a thunderbolt, down it came to sink deep into the snow. Snow? Badruk blinked the sparkles from his eyes and gazed about him. No wizened old humie, no bodies, no ladz. In fact, completely different mountains, no battle and more snow than he’d seen since he fought with Grablag against the hairies in the north.[1]
Quite how the magic worked, nobody knew – perhaps the death of the caster was part of the spell. Whatever the cause, Badruk found himself hundreds of leagues from home. However, being a Black Orc, and a vicious one at that, he’d soon found a tribe of Greenskins to boss about. Then he discovered the Dwarfs and the fun really began.[1]
It has been years now that Badruk 'Eadsplitta has lived in the Grey Mountains, plaguing the lives of the Dwarf prospectors and traders from Karak Norn. His small band of greenskins and his tattered banner bedecked with trophies is a familiar, if unwelcome, sight to the local Dwarfs who have come to treat him as simply another natural problem, like the rock slides or the weather. Badruk has even taken to letting captives go so that he can fight them again later. Killing them when they’re bound just isn’t any fun, and if there’s one thing he likes more than kicking Gobbos it’s having a bit of fun with the Dwarfs.[1]
Wargear[]
- Dwarf Trinket - Of the many trophies Badruk has taken from the Dwarfs over the years, this bauble is his favourite. He hasn't any idea how it works, but there's something appealing about the way it glints and sparkles, and he thinks it's lucky. Certainly, he's survived a lot of really dangerous fights whilst wearing it.[1]
Sources[]
- 1: Warhammer: UK Games Day 2000 - Badruk 'Eadsplitta (Archived)
- 2: Games Workshop: Special Characters - Badruk 'Eadsplitta (Archived)