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Grotto's Siblings

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In the Grimmlands , most dwarves are carved from stone in sets of seven. Entire villages devote themselves to the creation of their next generation. As such, they are "born" fully grown and with an adult's knowledge of their history and chosen craft, whether it be smithing, masonry, tinkering, or brewing. Male and female dwarves can reproduce in the same manner as other races but this is uncommon as it is considered highly inefficient. Grotto's "batch" of dwarves, and their current fates are as follows: Candor (1 of 7), Candor was considered to be the bravest and most noble of the seven. He was killed by Delve during a goblin raid on their village. Delve (2 of 7), Delve was jealous of all of his brothers, vengeful and petty. He murdered Candor when goblins attacked their village. He served as Chief Executioner for Humpty Dumpty the Rotten King and Queen Cinderella. He was killed by Grotto in the battle at Jack and Jill's castle that restored Jack to th...

Bulmoor vs the Slushie Cart

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The Battlerager is a snarling foaming-at-the-mouth paragon of dwarven deadliness.   Battleragers typically wade into the most ferocious of fights with axe, pick or hammer to lay waste to orcs, goblins, ogres and giants and even foes as deadly as dragons without a second (and in some cases, first) thought.   These lethal, bearded killing machines are renowned, or perhaps reviled, for their notoriously bad attitudes.   They spit, pick their noses, belch, fart, interrupt, talk in the theater and are generally contemptuous of anyone who isn’t one of their own. And then there was Bulmoor…. Bulmoor was a battlerager played in a campaign that one of my buddies ran back on the ship.   His player, while more than capable of getting loud and rowdy once you got him off of the ship and a few drinks in him, was pretty quiet at the table.   He played Bulmoor against type, keeping him quiet and low-key.   I often said that Bulmoor was the most polite Battle...