Barthun Brinebeard
Wizard
Barthun Brinebeard
Species
Dwarf
Appearance
Barthun Brinebeard is a broad, stooped dwarf with a brewer's barrel-chest and a necromancer's stillness, as if every motion were measured in ounces. His beard is iron-gray at the roots and yeast-white at the tips, woven with black glass beads shaped like tiny skulls that click softly when he turns his head. His apron looks absurdly clean for a tavern master, yet the hems are permanently damp with brine and old blood. One eye is milky and blind, the other bright amber and sharp as fresh-spilled stout. When he smiles, it is with a hospitable warmth that never reaches the hand resting on a hidden bone-handled wand.
“Measured, dry, and pleasantly insulting, with the cadence of a man offering hospitality while pricing your coffin..”
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Distinguishing Features
A stitched scar across the throat that glows faintly green when he casts necromancy.
Beard beads carved from polished coffin nails and old bottle glass.
A perpetual yeast-sour smell that clings to him despite the scent of hops and cedar.
One blind, milky eye and one bright amber eye.
A ring of key-sized burn marks around his right wrist from the lich's binding chains.
Voice
“Velvety, sardonic, and slightly wet around the consonants, as though every sentence was aged in a barrel too long.”
Clothing
A soot-dark vest over a crisp white shirt, a cellar-red waistcoat stitched with hidden pockets for chalk, salts, and teeth, heavy leather boots stained by hops and grave-mud, and a spotless linen apron embroidered with a gold tankard above a silver skull.
Body Language
He stands with hands folded behind his back until excited, then taps his fingers in quick, precise bursts like a metronome on a keg. When lying, he tilts his head slightly to the left and smooths his beard beads. In anger, he becomes unnervingly calm, speaking almost softly while never breaking eye contact.
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