"Nothing wrong with that. The Doom of Broggi Stonehand’s a fine song to go with an ale or twelve. Indeed it is! A fine tale of grudges settled, and foemen lying like firewood in the mountainside."
Bardin Goreksson.[1]
Bardin Goreksson

Bardin Goreksson the Dwarf Ranger.

He may be the shortest in the group of heroes, but the dwarf ranger Bardin Goreksson certainly makes up for it in ferocity, determination, and spirit. Gregarious, prideful, and not afraid to offend, Bardin is frequently seen charging into the thick of battle, axe or hammer in full swing and leaving a trail of skaven corpses behind him. Once the victory is assured, he will be the first back to the pub, roaring and laughing at the top of his lungs in a manner only a dwarf is capable of.[1]


Before he embraced a Ranger’s duties, Bardin earned his beard as an Ironbreaker in the great hold of Karak Norn. Skills burnished in darkness did not lose their lustre in the light.[2]

As a ranger of the Grey Mountains, Bardin had been keeping the holds of Karak Ziflin and Karak Norn safe from overground attacks. Rangers rove far and wide, always on the lookout for enemy activity. It was on one such expedition that Bardin came across an abandoned mine entrance. The mine was clearly dwarf in origin but, having spent countless decades ranging across the Grey Mountains, it was not one Bardin was familiar with. The mine entrance must have been hidden until recently, perhaps revealed by a rock slide.[1]

Without a moment’s thought Goreksson entered, only pausing to bring out his trusty axe. The mine itself was much as he expected – long since exhausted of any precious ore. Further in, the ranger came across something of interest: four dwarf bodies clothed in now-rotten rags, but rags that may once have suggested a lengthy journey was imminent. Next to the corpses was a mound of long-dead rats and the unmistakable corpse of a ratman. In its clawed, skeletal hands was a small tattered piece of parchment, the dwarfen letters of the Klinkarhun inscribed on it.[1]

Within the backpack of one of the dwarf dead was another torn piece of the same parchment. Bardin put the parts together and discovered, to his quickening heart, that he had an ancient map. What excited him so was the map’s destination: Karak Zorn, the infamous lost hold of the dwarfs that lay hidden somewhere along the Worlds Edge Mountains in the Southlands. The map was of limited use though, as half the map keys and riddlespeak was in an unfamiliar variant of Klinkarhun.[1]

Upon return, Bardin made several attempts to find funding and clan-backing for an exploration party but was refused, laughed at, and scorned from every hold in the Grey Mountains, a humiliating fact which only steadied his resolve in the matter.[1]

He now journeys to Ubersreik, as word has reached him from the large dwarf community there. It is said a shop of antiquities on the edge of the Marktplaz holds a large dwarfish tome. According to the rumour-smith he paid honest dwarf gold to, the book’s pages are covered in faded runes written in an long-disused version of the Klinkarhun, and could very well be the key to understanding the map to the lost hold. The ranger is on his way to purchase this tome, after having negotiated a fair price. Of course, what Bardin considers a fair price may be totally different to the shopkeeper, but the dwarf’s skills of negotiating – shouting very loudly until he gets his way – are formidable.[1]

After Ubersreik

Bardin Goreksson introduced himself to the world as an unstoppable avalanche on the battlefield, an ale-swigging hurricane at the inn, and a steadfast friend by the campfire. A bulwark of comradeliness and good cheer, Bardin became the glue binding our unlikely band of heroes.[2]

Driven by his search for the lost dwarfen hold of Karak Zorn, Bardin has been somewhat side-tracked by the ceaseless Skaven interference. Yet he stays true to his spirit, fighting the good fight as a hero whose deeds do his ancestors proud![2]

Wargear and Abilities

Nothing brings Bardin quite the same joy as swinging an axe or a hammer, efficiently and brutally working his way through a group of Skaven. Fearless in battle, he never hesitates to launch himself into the fray.[1]

For ranged battle, he can opt for his grudge-raker to deliver close range area damage or exchange it for accuracy and range using the dwarfen handgun or crossbow.[1]


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