A dispossessed duardin of few words, fierce disposition and forge-tempered iron, Haldnan Hasselharm was one of many Dawnbringer Crusaders sent out to the frontiers of Ghul, an Ironbreaker from a long line of grudge-bearers, son of an older clan whom well remember the days of Karak kingdoms under the earth and built into the very stone of the mountains themselves. Not one to reminisce, he spends his days fighting against savage Orruks, cunning Grots and gluttonous Ogors, not out of any sense of personal glory or valorous crusade. He’s merely a simple dwarf in heavy steel, swinging heavier steel, with a heavy burden: the avenging of his fighting wife, Heidi Heartheart, and the settling of his grudge against the vile vermin that slew her, the Skryre-Skaven engineer-warlock Ignol Byrdburner.
For most of his swarthy life, he’s been resolutely planted in Excelsis, providing security as a guardsman in the mining concerns to which his clan have attached their own interests to. A seemingly-dull job, but between the subterranean Gloomspite Gitz, and the more ruinous possibility of Skaven incursions since the Vermindoom, the sturdiness of Hasselharm iron has been brought to bear and withstood the test of battle time and time again. Indeed, it was not more than a month ago that Haldnan lead a daring ambush-charge into the rear lines of one of the Skaven’s vile warp-priests, his thick shield and sturdy armor holding out against the withering, ungodly hail of warp-shot that came down the tunnel and bowling so heavily into the chattering ratling gunner that its unstable, deadly apparatus was launched from the mouth of the cavern, and down to erupt in immolating green warpfire unto the seer they sought to stop!
Since the loss of his goodwife, though, Haldnan has given up his secure and steady work as a mere mine guard. To distance himself from his grief and put his talents to more productive use, the duardin Hasselharm has taken up the call of adventure, and sets out with the Dawnbringer Crusade to the new land: Vulkaris! Not for glory or fame, wealth or treasures of the Age of Myth: merely a humble widower, seeking to put his grief behind him, and perhaps settle an old score along the way.
