Things
continue to be a bit busy for me at the moment, and unfortunately the
blog continues to suffer as a result. However, I thought I might
share something that has been annoying me recently – Dwarfs.
Dwarf
haters around the world probably cheer at statements like that, but
it's not what you think. I am not complaining about playing against
Dwarfs, and how they sit in a corner, don't move, negate all your
magic and shoot all your stuff off the table (the usual complaints
tend to be something along those lines). Instead, my complaints
centre more around using them. Or rather, around wanting to want to
use them.
I
have always felt that Dwarfs are one of the most characterful races
in the Warhammer world. They are short, broad and hairy. They are
tough, tenacious, skilful and decidedly grumpy. It's a strong
stereotype – one that I find very easy to hold onto, and that I
find rather appealing. Well, to a certain extent I like their
character. The other thing I like about them is their history – a
fallen empire with its ruins scattered across the Old World and
beyond. As their race declines, it leaves in its wake grand forgotten
underground halls, endless labyrinths of mines, and seemingly
limitless opportunities for adventurous role-players to explore
hidden wonders and battle the denizens who helped the Dwarfs pack on
their way out (well, maybe they were not quite that helpful. But they
definitely helped them make the big decision to move).
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