|44.91 kg (necrotite)
120.202 kg (coal)
|12 hours general
2 hours combat
|Initial service date
Barathrum was crafted at the height of Kurr’s brilliance even as he began his descent into madness. After Kurr's disappearance, Lich Lord Terminus took an interest in this helljack and claimed it as his own. Likely he was intrigued by Barathrum’s unusual intellect and will. In the years since, Terminus has spent considerable effort to bend the crazed machine to his will. Barathrum has slowly developed a measure of restraint, or perhaps more accurately, fear and respect, for its master.
Barathrum exploits similar necrotechnology as was employed in the Seether. Its soul drive is of a similar design as that of its predecessor, and the tormented souls that fuel this device lend it the same unpredictable ferocity. Barathrum’s form is distinct, however, with great scooping talons that enable it to burrow into the earth and emerge elsewhere with terrifying alacrity.
Through the application of Terminus' undeniable resolve, Barathrum has learned the arts of patience and subterfuge. The machine’s cortex no longer constantly submits to the incessant rage of its soul drive. Instead, the helljack burrows with its massive talons to await the footfalls of prey. Once its prey is within reach, Barathrum emerges from the ground in a shower of soil and black iron amid a cloud of necrotite fumes to seize its victims and drag them screaming beneath the earth to a premature burial. Few things are as demoralising as seeing a string of comrades swallowed by the very ground on which they tread.
The rage-fuelled viciousness of the spirits trapped within the soul drive has only grown more terrible in its time under Terminus’ command. Once Barathrum is let loose to rampage, this maleficence reasserts itself. Committing to slaughter with reckless abandon, the warjack cleaves men in two with its hands and impales others on its tusks.