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Dwarven Berserker – Fists of Karn As Tharnûl of Karz-Morûn, I watched them from the other side of the tunnel with a scowl. They were the escort for Karn-Vâruk's envoy, and everything about them was an insult to tradition. Ten dwarves, barely armed with leather harnesses and pieces of metal, like gladiators ready for the pit. Their appearance was a walking rejection of the Murnazdruld's discipline, a mockery of the heavy armor that represented the ancestral order. I recognized a few of them. A lad whose clan had been struck from the records two generations ago; a forge-apprentice whose guild had been dissolved by internal disputes. They were the dispossessed, the youth who had grown up under the shadow of a failed empire and now found purpose in the feverish gaze of their new prophet. They were not soldiers; they were converts. The alarm rang out then, a deep gong announcing an orc breach in the lower levels. My company formed the shield wall, the slow, heavy, and honorable response of our ancestors. We held them, but we were losing ground, step by step. That was when they moved. Without order, without formation, they surged through our ranks like a torrent. Their only war cry was not for the stone, nor for the clan, but a name they roared with savage devotion: "Karn! Karn-Dûrinûl!". They fought with a violent joy that chilled my blood. Where we parried, they dodged. Where we protected ourselves, they broke through to sink an axe. It was not the discipline of a soldier; it was the blind faith of a fanatic forged into a weapon. The orc horde, which had pushed us veterans back, dissolved before them in a wash of blood and confusion. When the last greenskin fell, they stopped, panting, their eyes fixed on me. In their silence, there was both a question and an answer. They were living proof that the future would no longer be written with the slow wisdom of the stone, but with the speed and fury of an unbreakable faith in a single man. They were the Fists of Karn. And I understood that they had not come to negotiate. They had come to show us how their master's echo resonated Useful links: Scale Guide | STL Licence Terms | LastSword Tribes on MyMiniFactory | Buy printed physical products from LastSword. This external link is specifically for buying printed physical products; the digital STL files are sold here on MyMiniFactory. What's Included: Dwarf Berserkers STL files Compressed archive: 55-DwarfBerserkers.rar Pre-supported files included Clean unsupported STL files for custom support workflows where included in the archive Technical Information: All our miniatures are provided as STL files. Files come pre-supported and include the project/support files provided in the archive. Rigorously test-printed to ensure perfect quality and detail. Scale: designed for 30 mm tabletop ranges and compatible with 28-32 mm fantasy gaming tables. See the LastSword Scale Guide. Delivery: compressed RAR archive. Use WinRAR or 7-Zip to extract the files. A 3D printer is required. Prefer Physical Miniatures?If you do not own a 3D printer, use the physical-products link above to buy the related physical miniature from LastSword. Legal Note: LastSword Miniatures is an independent company not affiliated with, endorsed by, or associated with Games Workshop Group PLC. Games Workshop titles and trademarks (e.g. Warhammer) are referenced solely for descriptive and thematic inspiration. LastSword's miniatures are original designs and are not copies or derivatives of any Games Workshop product.