The Walking Tower of Zharth-Kharzhakh
Created by insane Daemonsmith Mardrakk Stoneheart
Mardrakk was once the greatest daemonsmith of Lord Rykarth the Unbreakable, and was in many ways a genius, his skills in forging of the greatest warmachines known to many. But he was certainly not infallible, and during one of the Rykarth’s battles during the Nemesis War, at a crucial moment an Iron Daemon of Mardrakk’s creation exploded, due to a badly built engine from Mardrakk’s Hobgoblin slaves.
Rykarth returned to Zharr-Naggrund, his forces defeated by the armies of the Warriors of Chaos and their Daemonic allies, his rage growing with each step towards their mighty city, rage directed towards Mardrakk
Upon Rykarth return Mardrakk was beaten, stripped of his titles, and thrown from the city, left to die on the Plain of Zharr, but Hashut had other plans for the daemonsmith, and watched over his favored son.
Not more than two days after his banishment Mardrakk was found by the hulking form of a Greater Lammasu. Raising his hammer, he expected to end his life at the beast’s talons, but to his enormous surprise the beast bowed it’s head to him, and took him upon it’s back, flying to the east, to the Mountains of Mourn, it was there he met the might Ogres of the FlameTooth Clan.
The Lammasu placed him outside the Ogre camp, before leaving, to continue to serve the whims of Lord Hashut, and Mardrakk prepared himself to be eaten by the Bulls of the tribe, but the Tyrant was an intelligent and sly beast.
He knew of the Chaos Dwarf’s mighty machines, and decided, partially due to Mardrakk’s small stature, that he’d be a better worker than meal.
Mardrakk was taken to the scrapheaps of the ogres, and with those basic tools, and the Ogre’s slaves, their Gnoblars, Hobgoblins and Orcs, he created basic versions of the mighty Chaos Dwarf war machines for his so called ‘Masters’, detesting the humiliation of being forced to work under such conditions for these savages.
As his mighty machines proved their power again and again, and the FlameTooth’s empire grew, Mardrakk was given more slaves to work with, more materials, more scrap, and Mardrakk began work on his ultimate creation, something he had invisioned back when he was within the forges of Zharr-Naggrund.
His slaves built an enormous tower, upon two mighty feet, powered by an enormous furnace, imbued with the essence of a dead Firebelly, he created a mighty weapon, an enormous chainsaw u like those created in Zharr-Naggrund, only a thousand times the size, upon a metallic arm, moved by powerful pistons. Upon the other side he took the mechanism of a Hellblaster volley gun and strapped it upon a second arm. Finally he placed slots within the giant machine’s walls, to allow his Hobgoblin archers to shoot their bows from within, and within the top of the tower he himself sat, controlling his genius creation
The tower itself was fashioned similar to an orcish idol in aesthetics by his slaves, for Mardrakk did not care of it’s appearance, only that it would work, and furthermore it appeared to inspire fear in the eyes of the ogres, and loyalty in his greenskin slaves
This mighty tower, while made of crude materials, was the mightiest machine in the old world, and the FlameTooth tribe were left helpless to defend themselves from this behemoth, doublecrossed by their personal forgemaster, they found themselves obliterated, the mighty tower heading to the west, into the lands of the Chaos Dwarfs.
Mardrakk knew, even with his tower, he would be destroyed if he approached Zharr-Naggrund, and instead headed to a smaller Chaos Dwarf settlement, resting between the Daemon’s Stump, and the Tower of Gorgoth, there he was greeted with less defenses, and destroyed the walls of the citadel, with his mighty chainsaw, demanding the complete surrender of the citadel, lest he destroy it completely.
The sorcerer of the citadel saw that his forces were not enough to destroy this hulking tower, at least not without rendering themselves weakened to the point where they would be overrun within weeks, and while it was a cowardly choice, he surrendered to Mardrakk
Since then Mardrakk has lead the Citadel of Zharth-Kharzhakh, and it’s smiths have continued to work on the mighty machine, summoning K’Daii and using them within the furnaces, crewing the machine with Chaos Dwarfs with Blunderbusses, imbuing the tower with magical defenses and powers, and creating, under Mardrakk’s lead, a mighty cannon, able to shoot both mighty exploding shells, and burning hot magma from the canisters mounted upon it’s enormous length
Mardrakk has sent his machine to war many a time, his forces swelling in slaves and power, at all times waiting, preparing to march to Zharr-Naggrund, and to avenge the humiliation he suffered at Rykarth’s hand, to crush the mighty lord’s skull beneath his iron heel. But he is not ready to attack, his armies swelling in power, so for now, for now he waits…