Valerius Swyft
Ah yes Valerius Swyft. He’s a noble, but more tolerable than most. Fifth in line in a family with too many sons. Knew he’d never become baron so long as four older brothers stood in his way so he came to the city of the damned to win glory and perhaps a little coin besides. He’s got true honor, the sort that might cost him his life if he don’t learn to tuck tail and run when the odds turn against him. Still, I like him and he inspires a rare amount of loyalty among the lads.
Bodrik Waldrun
There’s a man to have at your back. Even the worst denizens of Mordheim square him up twice before they decide to take a crack at him
Sour Weck
You’ll never hear him coming, but if yer downwind might be you’d smell him. Still, he might be quick enough to feather you with an arrow while you were retching from the stench. He’s as shifty as he is rank; I don’t know how the damn bird can stand to perch on him.
Wilhelm
Wilhelm, He’s a sot if ever I’ve seen one. It’s a miracle he can focus his eyes enough to hit the broad side of a barn with that blunderbuss. Still, the alleys in Mordheim are narrow. If you’re standing near him, lad, do me a favor and make sure he’s pointed in the right direction before he shoots.
Benedict
I see you looking at our sightless swordsmen, boy. Never seen a blind man who could cut a gnat out of the air with a blade? Well, you still haven’t. Benedict is as much a blind man as I’m Sigmar himself. That cloth is seethrough, boy.
Griff
Griff, he’s a measure twice and cut once type. He’s a veteran of the city of the damned, the kind of man who will watch yer back in a jam, but keen enough to know when to leave you to bleed out on yer own and save his own skin.
Pippin
There’s a lad with more piss in him than sense. Might be he’ll make a fine warrior if he doesn’t end up mouldering in an alley first.
