Dwarfs took to gunpowder the way they take to everything: suspiciously, then thoroughly, then better than anyone else. Thunderers carry handguns wrought in the workshops of Zhufbar or by their own hands, pieces of such quality that a human gunsmith would weep over them, and they treat marksmanship as one more craft to be perfected across a long lifetime.
A Thunderer line does not skirmish and does not hurry. It plants itself, levels its barrels, and delivers volleys with the unhurried rhythm of a forge-hammer until whatever was charging it is no longer a concern. Many Thunderers engrave the stocks of their guns with the tally of what they have killed; the oldest weapons, handed down from parent to child, read like short histories of war.
Order of battle
