The Giff are a race of humanoids that resemble hippopotamuses. Their homeworld of jungles and swamps has been lost to time and memory. They now wander the cosmos in militarized bands, selling their services for gold and gunpowder. Unlike the Swordmongers, however, the Giff have a sense of honor and pride and will never fight each other or for a cause they find dishonorable.
Giff are disinclined to use magic and rarely helm their own spelljammers. They rely largely on the other races with which they serve to provide transportation.
Giff like few things in life more than loud, flashy weapons, a good, honest fight, and grandiose titles with glittering medals. They are known for their skill in firearms and other weapons, but not as much for their intelligence. The males and females of the species engage in combat and earn rank equally.