Derin is the only really crazy player on the Hammerers. He has a long history of killing and maiming, well, anything. He started out killing small animals, then small children. Sometimes he just attacks something at what seems to be random, and that can be a tree, a house or even a mountain. Derin has an explanation for all of this however. He claims he just likes hugging people, but that he is a bit strong. The rest of the team are not convinced.

Varin Icemallet entered the game for the same reason so many other players have, a woman. The woman in question is Veronica von Gryffonstar, a girl of noble ancestry, and a true beuty. Varin fell in love with her the very first time he saw her, and fell hard. He soon began courting her, and it was going quite well, until Merin Brassarmour came into the picture. The young woman became indecisive when courted by two strapping youngsters. Her father however did not approve of neither youngster, and declared that until one of them became a wealthy man, Veronica would remain open for other suitors. The young men were puzzled over how they would get rich, but then Varin came up with the bright idea that they should join a bloodbowl team! Words became actions and they soon found the Hammerers, and explained their plight to Ibun, and he soon accepted the two promising dwarfs. They have fought bravely ever since, but neither is getting close to amassing a fortune yet...

Merin is the only female player on the team, but she only plays one week a month. During that week she is one of the most vindictice people that have ever existed, and she spends alot of her time on the field kicking those that are already down. Rumors exist about why she will only play a week a month, illegal drugs is one of the hottest theories.

She joined the team after being romantically involved with one of the players, and after seeing her beating up said player, Ibun decided she was fitting for the team!

Porin Snowfist joined the Hammerers in his quest for wealth, and a woman (See Varin Icemallets bio for more details)

Merin grudgingly approved of Valin's idea, but he was not too fond of the idea of spending months, possibly even years on the pitch, and then returning to his home and discover "his" woman having married another man. This has led to Merin having thoughts about turning to the shadier elements of the Empire, and there is even rumours about him having conviniently falling during an important game in which certain people had large amounts of money invested on the outcome...

Náin Brickanvil is Náin Bricktooth's twin brother. They lived in a small karak for their youth, and they lived a happy life, until Náin Brickanvil was caught stealing a golden locket from a rich family's home. He was banished, and since everyone saw the twins as one person, his brother was cast out as well. They traveled the world for a short time before finding the Warhammerers involved in a battle against a pack of goblins. The fight was going rather badly for the Hammerers, since they were badly outnumbered, when suddenly two dwarfs springs into action from the goblins rear, slaughtering countless goblins in their first assault, and scattering the rest ot the four winds. The twins have been a part of the Warhammerers ever since!

Náin Brickanvils twin brother, Bricktooth is a much quiter dwarf. He is a dwarf who spends most of his time watching his reckless brothers back, and he had no knowledge of his brothers illicit activities in the karak, if he had he would have stopped him. The incident only strenghtened his belief that the best course in life is that which does not involve other people. He has still not forgiven his brother for making him an outcast, but he still loves him, albeit grudgingly.

Farin joined the Hammerers at its foundation by Ibun Halflingwater, since they were childhood friends. While growing up they were rarely seen out of eachothers company, and that still goes for today. Farin spends most of his time in the background of any fight, watching it and helping where he can, which often means he sees where theres a hole in the targets defence, and therefore quite often brings his opponents down. He is extremly defensive when in a fight, and will strike anyone who approaches him, unless its a friend.

Ibun started his Blood Bowl career after having spent many, many years in service, fighting Orcs, Trolls and all the other foul inhabitants of his beloved homeland. But after a few years he got bored of killing small, defenceless goblins, so he started a blood bowl team. Now he can finally feel the thrill of the kill again!

Not much is known about Gundin, except that he has a foul temper while drinking. Therefore, he tends to drink before every game, and therefore he also tends to fall down alot. But in the games where he doesnt stumble around and tries to find a wench he is a great addition to the team.

He joined the team after being rescued from a small group of beastmen, who had ambushed him in a forest he was spending the night in. He woke up to find a score of beastmen wildly charging him. He fought bravely, but took several wounds, and just as he was about to fall to the foul creatures weapons, when into the glade rushed almost a score of dwarfs, armed to the teeth and shouting battlecries. The battle was soon won, and the grateful dwarf woved to follow the group until he could repay the debt. After a few blood bowl matches he decided that he fitted in with the group, and decided to stay, and has been an addition ever since.

Sarin is a convicted murderer, and the only reason why he joined the Hammerers is becouse it allows him to kill over and over again, and becouse its given him an alternate ego. Noone would ever suspect Sarin Bloodbringer was really Nîm Icetears, a man who was convicted of 3 murders connected to a large crime family in the Empire.

He escaped during a fire in the jail he was imprisoned in, and in the process killed 2 guards and stole their equipment. He then proceeded to lay low in a tavern in a small Empire city, and he spent that time figuring out a fiendish scheme to escape justice. He had heard of a promising new Blood Bowl team, and if he could join it he would be safe. He then waited until the team traveled through his city, and staged a bar brawl, in which he "saved" Ibun Halflingwater's life, and killed his attacker in the process. They then spent the remainder of the evening drinking and wenching, and after that night Ibun decided that "Sarin" would be a fitting addition to the team... He hasnt had any reasons to think anything else. Yet.

Valin has been a part of the Hammerers from the moment he saw the mass of wenches that followed the troupe when they were inside any city. Since Valin sees himself as the Dwarfen races gift to women, its quite easy to understand why he joined up. Inside the arena he's quite ferocious, and hes been like that ever since he understood exactly how many women were attracted to a dwarfen berzerker!

Mr. Emeraldbow joined the team shortly after the team lost their most beloved Slayer, Bifur Thundernose, who was lost in battle. The team decided that they needed a few extra players, to be a sort of backup for when the fighting got rough. Mr. Emeraldbow was actually a fan from the start, a young lad who's greatest passion in life was BloodBowl, and he trained for years in the hopes of one day becoming a star. Well, since his favorite team was the rookie team The Warhammerers, he decided to watch them play when they next came to the city he lived in. A few weeks passed, but then one day the Hammerers arrived! The game was all set, a brutal game versus a highly trained team of nimble High Elves, and it was set to be a great game, when suddenly one of High Elves was seen striking a Hammerere, before the game! A roar went up amongst the stands, and the spectators flooded the arena, and started tearing the Elves to shreads. Of course, Talin was no worse, in fact he was one of the most enthousiastic fans, and he singlehandedly killed 2 elves with his axe! The Warhammeres captain saw this with his own eyes, and after a few minuties of thinking, he decided that Talin would be welcome in the team!

Talin was of course overjoyed about the news, and started doing extremly groueling traning to get into the shape that was required of him, and lo and behold, in a few weeks he was ready for the pitch!

Drór Tombmirth was once a happy man, a man with a clear and honorful purpose in life. That purpose was quite simple; it was his family. His wife, and his two beutiful daughters to be specific. But that all changed one dark winter night...

Drór was out working on his farm that stormy night. The winds were harsh, and a tree had fallen over one of the fences that kept his animals inside their pen, and he was busy mending it when he heard screams coming from his small house a couple of hundred meters away. He started running back to his house, and as he approached he saw that the door was hanging off its hinges, and that there were axemarks on it. He stormed inside, brandishing the hand axe he always wore, to find a scene of carnage. His wife was lying in a pool of blood, her head removed. He saw telltale signs of hooves, and he quickly understood that beastmen was at fault. He placed a cloak over his beloved wifes still warm corpse, and then grimly strode up the stairs to the loft. Once there he strode up to the large black chest standing in the corner. He removed a large key from his belt and slowly unlocked it, and then opened the lid. Inside were some of his fathers belongings. He lifted away a large cloak, a slightly rusted helmet, and then withdrew a large item, wrapped in velvet cloth.He sat down on the floor and slowly unwrapped the package, and from its depths he withdrew a large double bladed war axe. It gleamed slightly in the moonlight that entered the windows, and he thought to himself: "I swore i would never take up this weapon again. But now i have no choice. My wife will be avenged and my daughters returned to safety, or i will die in the attempt to save them!". He grabbed the weapon and headed downstairs again. He walked outside and studied the ground, and quickly saw that it seemed like there must have been atleast half a score of beastmen to make such a large amount of tracks, and he understood that he would have no chance at defeating a band like that without help! He would have to go to the town. Surely someone there would be willing to help him!

He got his cloak and started to march to the town a few miles away, and in only an hour he arrived, cold wet and hungry, but very determined to find help. He decided that the best place for him to find swords was in the tavern, and so thats where he started out. He walked in and cried out his plight, but he could not find a single man willing to take on this quest! Everyone seemed to be old and weary, or far too young. Just as he had decided that he would go out alone, and almost certinly die for his children, a party of dwarfs entered from outside. They all brandished weapons and armor, and looked like veterans of many battles. They even had two Slayers in their midst! Drór quickly approached the dwarf in the lead and explained his plight. When the dwarfs heard his tale they decided that this was a quest that they could not turn down! And so the Warhammerers embarked on their now famous quest to slay the dreaded Chaos Beastmen band that had plagued the area for half a score of years!

The dwarfs quickly exited the town and returned to Drórs cottage, where the party started tracking down the foul beasts. It only took the group a few hours to find the Beastmen, having built camp in a small forest west of Drórs cottage. Ibun slowly crawled forward until he spotted the warband. It seems that the band that had abducted the women were only a splinter of the warband, for there were three scores of beasts in the wood! Ibun crawled back and told his ad hoc regiment about this, but this did not stop the dwarfes! They readied themselfes and then charged into the glade, weapons spinning and armor ready to take blows! The dwarfs were outnumbered three to one, but with sheer skill and determination they slowly started to whittle down the Beasts numbers, until only 12 remained, and one of those was a huge champion of chaos. The brave lad Grimrol Snowfeather charged the beast, and after only a few blows was struck down. The battle suddenly seemed to freeze, as noone struck a single blow. Then Drór jumped into action, charging into hand combat with the foul beast, and after a few deft strokes of his axe the beasts head fell to the ground. At this sight the beastmen broke ranks, and started to flee, but were hunted down within moments.

After the battle the party searched the campsite for signs of the women, and after a few moments of searching they found grim evidence that the girls were dead. A human leg that was roasting on a spit, and a bloodied dress thrown down next to the fire. Drór was devastated, and had no idea what to do. The other dwarfs let him have peace for a few miniuties, and then he returned. He then proceeded to pledge his life to the Warhammerers, as a token of his gratitude, and he has been with the team ever since.