Metal tools lie thrown on the floor in the storage room.
There are weapons among them as well as power tools
Though the electricity hasn't worked in decades
Brakus thinks he can use the demolition hammer somehow
He is ready to smash goblins
Can't decide on a weapon
The pile of swords looks pretty stupid

Strom Servo
And his gaggle of slaves
Flying owl, chattering monkey, pocketwatch
Carries bagpipes and an accordian
Sacks of gold coin hung from his belt
Two dogs, a mule, and a hawk
A goldfish in a bowl, hung from the pack
Strom needs no help

Halley the Horrible
Long legs, cattle horns on her helmet
Pitchfork, flail, high metal boots
Screaming voice, coal eyes
Favorite weapon, teeth
Lethal with pitchfork, kick, flail
Waits for no trap door
Prepares the pitchfork, jabbing a loose pile of straw
Thinking of reasons to stab
She will get them all, once the door opens
See their heads on sticks

Happy the Trapster
Holds the trapdoor waiting
Keeping his army at bay,
Waiting for the perfect moment to fling open the door

Matlock say coo coo coo!
Pointy shoes, top hat, velvet coat
Worms in his pockets, no socks
He carries an assortment of metal shards and bolts
A monkey wrench
Slingshot and lead shot
He chirps endlessly and bangs his head on the wall
Careful not to crush his hat
Reading from a book about strawberries
He carries sand and chatters

Axsy the Axmeister
Short, swarthy, stocky
Sharpens his double-headed ax on his beard
Wipes his hands on his rubberized canvas pants
Leather jerkin, iron helmet, iron wallet
Steel underwear
Bad attitude, he hates everyone
Most importantly goblins
He silently punches the wall with his fist
Muttering obscenities
Roasting a rat while he waits

He was a cop, and good at his job
But he committed the ultimate sin
And testified against other cops gone bad
Cops that tried to kill him
But got the woman he loved instead

Framed for murder, now he prowls the badlands
An outlaw hunting outlaws
A bounty hunter
A renegade.

-Intro to Renegade

Hero the first
Slappy the slapster
Tall and gangly, graceful as a swan
Neck like a giraffe, limbs like an antelope
Pointed ears, pointed nose, long fingers
Clad in black and green
Main weapon, the longbow
Six feet of deadly yew
Long heavy arrows to kill
Pin a goblin to a rock, pinned and wriggling
Held to the rock, blood on the rock
Goblin immutable, rock with the ground
Second weapon the dagger, curved
Into the skull, open calvarium
Slappy waits silently by the trapdoor
Singing quietly to himself