Somebody needs to keep the fearsome Maple Syrup Trolls at bay, and Francois has been tasked with protecting the precious amber nuggets of maple sugar from their long, grasping fingers.

Charles once cleaved a Maple Syrup Troll's head in twain with a week-old pancake, and now everybody on the team knows not to mess with him when he's in a bad mood.

Originally a court message-runner for the Sun King, Big Lou the XVI, he was accused of treason for selling royal secrets and banished to the New World. The dandyish Guillaume left behind the pomp and powdered wigs and was hardened by the cold hardship of life in the Great White North, where he eventually found kinship and a warm fire with the Miners.

Formerly an entry-level coureur de bois for the Crudson Bay Trading Company, Robert gave up running through the poison-ivy-infested woods and trading in giant rabid beaver pelts after he realized there was much more money to be made in mining maple syrup crystals and playing Blood Bowl.

When Henri was a little boy
Sittin' on his papa's knee
He picked up a hammer and a maple syrup nugget
And said "Hammer be the death of me."

Well, the captain said to Henri
Gonna bring me a syrup drill round
Gonna bring me a syrup drill out on the job
And whup that syrup on down.

Henri said to the captain
"A dwarf ain't nothing but a man
And before I let that syrup drill beat me down
I'll die with a hammer in my hand."

Favorite cuss-words: "Oh, cinnamon and gravy!"

Job: Scout (the other dwarves follow him and his lantern, and if they hear him make the sound of a chimpunk, they stay real still)

Notable achievements: Slept with a rattlesnake in his bed for forty years...his first wife.

His work ethic is non-existent, and he won't be winning any Miner-of-the-Month awards. No, Louis would rather lean back and wonder, "Is there anything fluffier than a cloud...of deadly underground poison gas?", while his teammates do the work.

Known to burn through his syrup money in the grog saloons of the Northern Cities, Georges honed his guard skill in the pitched melees of many a barroom brawl. Constantly bruised, hungover and not in the best of moods, his teammates have learned to avoid him during early morning practices.

Why he became a miner after learning he had a terrible dust allergy, nobody can really say. Lately, Serge has taken to inserting two cotton swabs up his nostrils in order to fend off a sneezing fit.

Denis is the Miners' team cook, and he keeps his teammates fat and happy with generous portions of baguettes and red wine. He got the nickname "Dopey" after it was discovered that he also maintains a 'special' herb garden (for non-culinary uses).

Stephane developed narcolepsy after a large nugget of maple syrup crystals fell on his head during a cave-in. He doesn't let his affliction stop him from playing Blood Bowl, although he has been known to take sudden impromptu naps during a game.