Classic Warhammer: The Dwarfs

The Dwarfs (never "Dwarves", always "Dwarfs") of Warhammer Fantasy are the typical bearded mining,  ale and beer drinking,  grumbling race you'd expect them to be (although in all fairness, Warhammer was the third ever setting to use that archetype after Tolkien (heavily re)invented it and Dungeons & Dragons was the first to steal appropriate it). But hey, everyone loves Dwarfs!

 I'll drink to that!

Usually commanded by Honorable Son #4 (The Engineers) the Dwarfs are not a fast moving army, but almost unmoveable in defense and heavy hitting when in the right place at the right time. Heavily armored, advanced weaponry, no sissy magic and with grudges to bear, if you want to command a primarily Infantry army, this was the army for you.

 Those Dwarf miners in Snow White never had to deal with a Balrog!

 Some of the assembled and stout might of the Underground!

A Dwarf Hero/General.

 Workin' in the coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down

 Dwarf Thunderers (muskets).

 Dwarf Warriors. The key to painting Dwarfs is simple: If you get the beard right, the figure is going to look okay.

Canons are cool.

 Everyone, even Dwarfs, love a pony.

 More Dwarf warriors.

 Okay, let's talk about the slayers. No, they are not soccer (football) hooligans.

 A Dwarf Slayer is the ultimate Dwarf warrior, the perfect personification of death and destruction, and bringer of doom to the enemies of their race. That and they brought new fashion accessories and hair fashions to the Western World.

 If any Warrior is the poster child for Warhammer, it would be, hands down, the Dwarf Troll Slayer. Sworn for some esoteric reason to seek death in battle against monsters (oh, now we get the name). With his steadfast determination to seek a glorious death at the hands (or tentacles) of a hideous beast, the Trollslayer embodies what Warhammer is all about: The demise of a hero Teetering on the edge of victory or defeat!

 Personally I think this is one of the best figures I have painted - before I had bifocals.

 Dwarf heroes! Yea!

 The Long Beards. The oldest and toughest dwarfs in the army. "The goblins were larger, smellier and uglier in the old days. You young'uns have it easy."

 "That's pretty bold talk for a one-eyed fat dwarf!"

 We look good from this angle too!

 A Dwarf rune master on the right. No it is not magic. Magic is for sissy elves.

 . . . and we look ruggedly handsome from this angle too as we grumble our way into battle.

 More canons are cool.

Some more Dwarf warriors and heroes.

 "How many Longbeards does it take to change a lightbulb?"

"Four. One to change the bulb and 3 to sit around and drink beer and talk about how tough it used to be in the old days."

   . . . and with that parting shot.