Murde, alias Drakkaz Grimgorod, is a bitter and grim dwarf, which means he is a normal, healthy stunty in all respects, except being possessed of limitless hatred towards all elves. His tale is a sad one, involving Wood Elves stripping his clothes and laughing at his naked body, but it is to be told elsewhere.

Homicide Intoxicated has the dubious honour of being the first slayer of the Grimgorod family. He took his slayer's oath when he vomited on the Dwarf King Alrik when he was really drunk for the first time. Actually he is ashamed only in being a coward unable to face the King's insurmountable rage.

Genocidial Homicide is a Dwarf with a kickass attitude towards playing Blood Bowl, an attitude that has earned him many fans : butcher the opponent and let someone else care for the ball.

Sometimes a dwarf gets bored of his mountain home, and gets these crazy ideas, like "what's beyond there?", "I hear they make good ale in Altdorf", etc. In these thankfully rare occassions, a dwarf may become a tourist. Telahaupitsin Poika has been troublemaking in countless taverns, wars, villages and such, maybe even the chaos wastes have not been spared from his destructive "tourism". Nowdays he plays Blood Bowl, since he ran out of gold on his extravagant journeys.

Armageddon Superstar was once the black sheep of the Grimgorod family, being a peaceful hermit living near the Moot. But, at the height of the incident known as Storm of Chaos, a party of flagellants passed his cave haven. They camped right at his doorstep, moaning about the apocalypse for a full night, making his lose his first night's sleep in his whole lifetime. His daily routine was now all messed up, which had a terrible impact on his sanity. He became Armageddon, losing all his dwarfish pragmatism, journeying some time with the flagellants rattling something like "doom's, um, coming", "tomorrow might as well not come", "I'm thirsty" et cetera, and finally he became a blood bowl player for uncertain reasons, becoming Armageddon Superstar.

Getting to stomp someones face in the mud, preferably on a rock with iron boots, is all that Pirullinen joukkomurha really plays for. He is a seasoned veteran in the art of breaking bones, he even robbed all his friends blind when he was a kid, and everyone knows how easily a dwarf gives up his gold...