Here’s the current lineup I’ve assembled for a Dwarf Treasure Hunters warband that’s been scrounged together from a 20-year-old box of metal minis, newly liberated from their dusty cardboard vault. Tasked with putting shoulder, beard, and pickaxe to good use on the green gold rush in the cursed city, these old-timers care less for the glory of settling old grudges and more for solid stone and coin. They’ve even employed a few dwarf troll slayers to keep the grubby tide of baddies at bay while they hunt and pick axe through every borough for the biggest chunk of wyrdstone in the city.
Keflavik
The Foreman, they call him. Won’t back down as long as there’s a strike to be had. Can sniff out a gold vein over the stench of a dozen troll dens.
Faroe
Ol’ Lode Beard is as much of a legend for his majestic, shimmering face-mane as he is for his deftness with a pickaxe.
Sondrestrom
Strong as an ox and as stunty as they come, Slagpit Sondy can squeeze water out of solid stone.
Bhelfoss
The Bauxite Brawler. Once punched his way out of a cave-in. Your fate is sealed once he puts on his shiny red shoes.
Skoga
Beard wax and goblin tears. These are the secret ingredients Skoga uses to keep all the weapons and machines in tip top shape for the crew.
Gorefoss
The Silver Hurricane. A formidable torrent of evisceration, his halberd has seen to untold pulping of greenskins from mountain peak to mine bottom.
Grippen & Duffer
These two keep the weedy gits at bay while the pickaxes are a-swingin’
Mooth & Spigot
Clearing the way into and out of a lucrative digsite requires some rank and file muscle.
Blingot the Helpful
Made to feel like one of the dwarves, this hired ogre proudly wears a real dwarven helm and other genuine dwarven mining equipment. Mostly to shift and crack the largest rocks, he’d just as soon smash up anything that threatens his new favorite friends.
