Drunken Dwarves Doing Dumb Sh*Bleep*

This is stupid and classless, possibly offensive. Please turn back now. Oh who am I kidding? Read that sh*bleep*!

What is the really dumb and cliche stereotype of 'fantasy dwarves' these days? Oh, right. They're drunk all the time. They are essentially booze-fueled beards on legs who are a mix of machismo, insanity, a bit of crafty inventors thrown in and most importantly they are crass and rude where elves are refined and graceful.

Dorf.

If you think about it, dwarves can be seen a bit like the fantasy gopnik and trailer trash. Oh sure, their ancestors were a proud people who brought a lot to society, just like I'm your average fantasy 'dorf' is responsible for countless advancement in metallurgy, mining, elemental magic and rune magic. And booze making, can't forget booze. But is your average dwarven citizen a proud member of millenia-old lineages of kings, heroes and conquerors with a fancy name and ancestral weaponry passed down from dwarven king to dwarven king?

Hell no! He's probably the twelfth (surviving) son of some dirt poor miner who get's really really drunk, sings loud dwarven song while working and makes a ton of really crass jokes which would offend those pampered surface dwellers who live with elves and halflings and dragons and...honestly he has probably no idea wtf the surface is like because he's never been there but it probably sucks and it's probably full of snotty pretentious elves anyway.

Anyway, the game idea is that you play young lower class dwarven youth doing stupid shit for money and adventure. Since dwarves live under the earth in a fantasy setting, we can assume the inside of the earth of fantasyland is nothing like real life so we can have sprawling dwarven metropolis with poor dwarves living in crappy hollowed out caverns, where people are crammed and everyone may or may not be a bit inbred but is certainly very drunk. Your equipment suck because your axe was bought second-hand and your armor doesn't fit because it belonged to Uncle Ragar who most definitely vomited in the helmet a few times and drank soup in it too, possibly in that order?

Everyone is a bit (or very) dumb, smelly, crass and most importantly very expendable. You see, it's a myth that dwarves are a slow-breeding race. They are constantly drinking and partying on top of mountains of goblin corpses, of course they got a lot of action! That mean your character has a ton of brothers, sisters and cousins. Maybe, just maybe, you'll be someone. Unlike your father. Or mother. Or Uncle Ragar, because fu*bleep* Uncle Ragar! You'll come back home with a bag full of gold (stolen from filth-dwelling goblins) and a nice new suit of magic armor (looted from a guy eaten by subterranean frogs) and come home to a nice family dinner where everyone will pester you for some of that loot.

Or you'll die because that black market dwarven musket you bought was crap and it blew your hands off. Or you roll a natural 1 and you set yourself on fire with your own alchemist fire, which ignites all the booze your carry and make you explode. It's okay. Roll your replacement brother/cousin,

(Shout out to Tales of the Grotesque and Dungeonesque!)