# Koltromm Dhrathogri
**URL:** https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412
**Category:** Chaos Dwarf Miniature Showcase
**Created:** [4 October 2026 18:35 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412 "2026-10-04T18:35:44Z")
**Posts on this page:** 4
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### Author:  [@Brother-Peregrinus](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/u/Brother-Peregrinus)
#### Post date: [4 October 2026 18:35 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412/1 "2026-10-04T18:35:44Z")
Before the second age of Goblin Wars across the World Edges Mountains, when grenskins were still scavenging for food and trading slaves against steel with the corrupted dwarfs of the Dark Lands, before the fall of many greater Karaks, an unusual event unfold in the plains around Zharr-Naggrund.
Mostly ruins today, the tower of Jork Elgramthrund was raised for him and his clan at the border between the young Dhrath-zharr empire and the Mountains of Mourn. Jork had been sent here by the Sorcerer-priests to ensure the Ogres honored their part of the bargain between the two neighboors: goblin and orc meat for the giant and obese Tyrant, slaves and iron for the short and angry Kazak-monga.
As the years passed, Jork grew weaker in power and fame, as the Tower of Gorgoth and the Black Fortress became stronger, taller and more important than the forgotten bastion in the east. Ogres were now gowing to other holds to trade, along the Silver Road, rather than strolling through difficult mountain summits to reach the doors of Elgramthrund.
It came a day when a new warlord, willing to overthrow the Tyrant, came to the tower with many giant and corpulent warriors, cannibals and wild beasts, to threaten the chaos dwarfs and claim the Tyrant’s meat for himself in the battles to come. Weaker than ever and knowing he would soon be the target of the Conclave, Jork could not give the Ogre any ressource or soldier without risking an attack from his rivals in the Plain of Zharrduk.
Too old to use them and too gridy to let one of his warriors lay with them, Jork instead gave the Warlord his wives. All the dwarfs spouses were promessed to the giant in exchange for his protection. Jork swore that female dwarfs had the most delicious and tender of all the meats he could ever taste, their magical blood would give him even more power and visions of glory.
Satisfied, the mountain giants left to never come back, Jork never heard of them again or their victory over the ruler of the tribes around the Maw. Against all odds, Elgramthrund demise didn’t came from Mingol Zharr-Naggrund or any lord of the Conclave.
Many years after the Day of the lost Spouses, as Elgramthrund clan was celebrating since, came a lonely warrior at the gates on the very day of the feast. Tall like a man, muscular as an orc, the stranger introduced himself as Koltromm, the “Dwarf-ogre”. The guards were stunned by his look, because the warrior looked exactly like one of them but way much bigger and scarrier.
No one dared to refuse him the right to enter and climb the basalt steps to the temple of Hashut atop of the tower, the golden abode of Jork. Facing the tall dwarf-like shirtless stranger, looking at his many scars and pale skin, Jork and his lieutenants were speachless. The warrior uttered no word as he uncoverd a black obsidian great axe hanging in his back, the glass blade glowing like a lightning in the night.
“My name is Koltromm, a son of the Elgramthrundri, a name I refuse to bear for it is heavy with cowardice and treachery. You sold my mother and her sisters to save your pathetic reign upon a dead realm. I came here to make sure I will be the last one to ever carry the burden of your name, and burry it with you and your tower”.
The first swing of the axe severed the head of a guard, then the screams began to echo through the whole tower from the temple. Last standing to defend his Kazak-monga, a boar-centaur with the ugliest face a chaos dwarf could have thrusted his spear to the dwarf-ogre. Plunging underneath the monster’s legs as it was rearing like a horse, Koltromm sliced the belly of the creature who fell on its side.
Jork, who watched all of his minions being slaughtered without being able to let a whisper leave his throat, finally exhaled a groan of pure disgust as the tall dwarf immersed his hands in the centaur’s guts and blood to comb his curled black beard.
“Don’t worry about the rest, I will also take care of them. Right now, it’s time for you to meat the Father of Darkness, piece by piece”
Not finished yet, next step is the beard !
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### Author:  [@Brother-Peregrinus](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/u/Brother-Peregrinus)
#### Post date: [6 October 2026 20:00 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412/2 "2026-10-06T20:00:20Z")
Little progress on the beard
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### Author:  [@Phil](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/u/Phil)
#### Post date: [6 October 2026 22:59 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412/3 "2026-10-06T22:59:02Z")
The BEARD ROCKS! :smiley: 🤘
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### Author:  [@Brother-Peregrinus](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/u/Brother-Peregrinus)
#### Post date: [8 October 2026 07:54 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/koltromm-dhrathogri/28412/4 "2026-10-08T07:54:08Z")
And with the base done, Koltromm is finished ! 😁
