Elves elves Ellllves... my gosh **laughs** I cut my D&D teeth on a dwarven fighter and I've been with them ever since. Tough as nails, can drink all night and fight all day and shed pithy elven magic as easily as shafts from strong dwarven plate. While Rangers and Paladins can certainly dish out the pain, no-one can take it and give it right back to the extent of an axe wielding Dwarvish Lord, always coming forward like an impending Doom and often left as the last stone standing.
I just started my second game with an almost identical party as Bluecross Those little badgers can brawl I kid you not-- but they walk sooooo bloody sloooowly. I originally gave the dwarf in my first party the Boots of Speed just so he could keep up with the rest of those long legged ganglers and galumphing galoots!
I will always love dwarves best: from the grey haired, scarred faced elder warriors to the devote fire and brimstone fighter/clerics (a truly lethal combo Growler- and man do they crusade against humanoids!), and from the courageous dour Dwarven Lord beneath the mountain, to the red-bearded cunning Dwarven thieves playing fiddles and swilling ale within the caves.
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