The deep cousins of dwarves, twisted by their life in the deep in close proximity to the drow and unspeakable aberrations. Their society is rigidly structured and has no sympathy for the weak. Instinct: Enslave all but Dwarves... they die.

• Fire crossbow then leap into battle.
• Call of the Deepfolk, When attacked and solitary a Duergar will raise the hue then turn himself invisible until aid arrives.

Tall, lanky and well endowed, Slackjaw has had his share of lovers. Don't be next... Instinct: Harvest saliva from drooling victims.

• He will drain your soul with mind numbing, out of context mundane stories... In lieu of that, he will say "Dude!" repeatedly.
• Your soul will shrivel from his innane blather.