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Standing a fair 3 feet 7 inches, about average for a dwarf probably. Well muscled and hefty is he, with golden locks, a shaved pate and a glorious golden beard. Aye he's still young. Great muscled arms from lifting kegs of mead, beer, and other spirits besides. A brewmaster and proud of it.
Gender : Male // Race : Dwarf // Age: 34
Personality
Loud, proud and often drunk on his own supply. Banard comes from a 203 year long line of Dwarven Brewmasters. And you better believe he's damned proud of that fact. The Kegborne family has been brewing since his great grandfathers time. Banard took up after his father, after his father decided to retire. He's not an angry dwarf, infact he can very well be thought of as jolly. A kind man, but disciplined and firm when it comes to drink and drinking.
He's been handed a small empire of breweries, brewhalls and the near sacred list of brews that the Kegborne family has created. It's almost like a religion to him, tending to the list and his holdings. Straight and proud is how he was taught and he'll be right fucked if he doesn't do his father and ancestors proud!
Background
There's a saying among dwarves. "Warriors fight with axe, shield and crossbow. The Old dwarves grumbles about how things were in the past. The miners dig, and the Lords scheme. But if you want to know the heart of a dwarf city, you find the Brewmaster." And in alot of cases this is true. Brewmasters keep the dwarven people happy with full tankards and good company and play.
Banard comes from the Southern Dwarf Holds, lands of great fields among rocky mountains. Great pillars or grey stone and fertile fields. Perfect for wheat, and barley growth as well as cattle. The Kegborne own vast tracts of land for barley and wheat and lands for breweries that have been in the family for just a little over two centuries. The family have cultivated a list of fine drinks, and are just a little proud of the fame this has brought. Banard most of all as he continues on this family empire.
He's no stranger to hardship, as he spent 10 years in a Dwarven deep mine team. Thick armor and axe-pick in hand fending off dark things while digging out veins of precious metals and ores. Something like an official term of service before he could go off and do something else. After that term he went back to his families holdings and began to learn how to be a brewmaster from his father and grandfather. It just felt right to carefully create the Kegborne blueberry beer.
Magic
Dwarven Rune Magic
The Art of Striking the Words of Power
Banard is no Runemage or Rune Smith, but he knows a few runes that he can strike into his boilers and fermentation chambers. Chief among these are the Swirling Waters rune which can act as a back up for stirring mash. And the Roaring Flames rune, that can replace a heating element for keeping the boilers nice and warm. He knows a few more, like a rune for protection against harm and another that is like a proximity mine that causes a stun effect. But little else.
Equipment
No dwarf is without a good axe, or hammer, or mace. It's what they know and what they'll wade into battle with. And Banard has his old axe from his days as a deep-miner. The one handed bearded axe has a hefty weight to it, perfect to hew into a foe. Can also be two handed for extra power.
He also has a great steel and silver tankard. Something his great grandfather made in his spare time. It's got no special enchantments but for whatever reason when it's filled with a good brew and someone drinks from it they always say they feel more refreshed afterward.
When not defending his holdings from the odd brigand or bigot, he wears thick brewers gear. Made to protect from hot mash and hot vats. A pair of jean overalls, cloth wraps about his wrists and forearms, heavy thick leather boots, a cotton shirt and leather trousers.
But when wading into battle. He wears a dressed down version of the gear he wore as a Deep-miner. The Deep miners wore head to toe heavy Adamant Star Iron armor. But sadly such suits are not given away. And when he finished his term of service, he had to return it. But in it's place after a few years making only the best brews. He could purchase something that would be almost as good. A chest piece of bronzed Dwarven steel, hardened leather braces and pauldrons, a set of steel plated greaves and boots. Rounded out with a leather and stel plated skull cap. Not quite the Deep-miner armor he grew used too but serviceable.
CODE: "Well then, you think you know your brews? Well take a swig o' this then!"