Durrum does not want or need to be here. He is the biggest collateral damage of this idiotic trip for glory commanded by a dwarf with daddy issues! But duty calls. When he accepted to become Archibrum's tutor, Durrum already knew the young lord was a brat with no interest in war. Now his duties as tutor force him to be by the reckless lord's side as an adviser in matters of war. Durrum is the eldest of the party and at least he is quite good with the crossbow: the many years of hunting with different lords on his trips with Archibrum to other kingdoms have gained him a reputation as a huntsdwarf. As the eldest of the expedition, the other dwarves look up to him and expect him to have the answers to all their doubts and questions. He usually is the gentlest of courtesans, but so many days on the road are turning him into a bitter and grumpy dwarf... And the questions... Ah, the stupid...

Dothurum is a noble from a minor house who joined the entourage of the dwarf lord Archibrum because his wife made him. Actually, word in the citadel is that when his wife forced him to enter the caravan of the lord, the lord was utterly impressed: the fierce way she physically dominated her man was the most striking demonstration of power the lord had ever seen. So he proposed she came on the trip instead. Her answer was even more impressive as a show of power. The swearing  and blasphemous words coming out of her mouth were baffling. What a magical way of cursing she had! The Fancyhats clan descends from a long line of hat makers. While everyone in his clan has dedicated their lives to the family business, Dothurum has only been dedicated to wearing the hats and spending the family money. Tired of being married to the laughing stock of the family, his wife sent him on the expedition, but not before packing some of their best hats for him (not the best of the best, though – beca...

Allow me to introduce you to the first members of my dwarf warband. Neither the band nor the chaps have a name yet, but I think we can all agree that they arrived to the doors of Mordheim in style. They are part of the entourage of a young dwarf lord known in the Dwarven kingdom for being, quoting his own father, “a spoiled little brat”. With no real fighting experience, he started the trip to the city of Mordheim to prove his worth to his “daddy”.   These guys joined him on the trip simply because, you know, what would the dwarven maidens think of them if such a brat was going to find glory while they stayed in the comfort of their palaces? The young noble's decision shook the court top to bottom; and several other nobles, better known for their extravagant tastes than for their fighting skills, joined his quest for honour. As court fashion - rather than axemanship - was better known in their group, they took their best clothes, always matching the colours of their champion, ...

  Welcome, everyone, to A Dwarf's Forge. Simply put, that's it: just a(nother) dwarven forge. It is not a special forge or the forge of a master runesmith. Just a humble dwarf trying to make something beautiful and perfect his craft. What you can expect: Dwarfs; Miniatures that are not dwarfs (but not too many... at least for now); Warhammer Fantasy world-related stuff; My work on my armies, warbands or some other miniature painting projects, accompanied by their background war tales. What you should not expect: A reliable posting schedule. So without further ado, I invite you to enter the forge! Constructive criticism is very much welcome. © Image shamelessly snatched from Issue 041 of White Dwarf.