Beardforge is a town in the northern reaches of Northern Norseland, only two
glaciers to the east of Fjordkill. As a Norse settlement, they naturally
provide pain, fire and metal music to those around them for a reasonable fee.
In addition to that, Beardforge's citizens have made themselves a name by
possessing the hardiest, sturdiest, most steely facial hair you'll see this
side of the Twelve Eyed Sea Bear of Lostleg Bay.

In the difficult conditions of Northern Norseland, the people have learned to
make the most of any supplies they can get their hands on. No twig shall be
thrown aside without thought if it could still be used to burn someone, no ax
shall lay in the corner if it still has swings in it and no corpse of an enemy
shall go unused, unless it is that of a dwarf. Those will be thrown to rot in
the Pit of Shame, useless in death as they were in life.

Naturally, the standing of the deceased shall play a part in the corpse's
duties in the afterlife. The skulls of the most prized foes shall earn their
rightful place in the throne of the Master of Beardforge.

Socrates was found as a youngling on a raid across the seas. Its behavior
patterns, in contrast to those of Phrixüs Darkspine, resident Ice Troll of
Fjordkill, seem to be highly active and directed solely at destruction. At
feeding time, Socrates would pounce on its prey, be it an animal or a barrel of
soup, pummel, rip, insult and stomp at it until little of note could be
distinguished and then, satisfied, lick the remains off of the granite floor.

It's done wonders for his street cred.

In a game against some frogs, Krang croaked from a headbutt of Fakens' mighty skull. From his moustache, the women have crafted a fine, full brush with which Fakens can detail his Murdering Helmet.

Skills:
Normals: 5
Doubles: 0
4 + 6: 2

Rusfunne went to Hel in a game against some delfs.
For crimes of treachery and noodly fingeredness he was denied
the assistance of the team's apothecary. The Wandering
Apothecary present at the time was also not allowed to treat him.
Rusfunne's skin was turned into four rolls of medium-quality toilet paper.