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The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

@TheWendil@vietmyke

Banard Kegborne

Banard smiles, offering Mavis a tankard of her own and smiling at them both. He looks at the drinks as Mavis looks them over, "Let me tell you something lass. Where I come from, a raised tankard before a battle, is the best way to know someone has your back. A person who won't drink with a comrade, isn't worth their salt." He raises his tankard to both Mavis and Ramiel, "Because this this liquid courage, shows you are ready, willing even to suffer to the end with your company in the future. My companyn may return to the South Holds before the week is out, but they leave us with stout cheer and well wishes and the alcohol to steel your nerve before the foe!" The dwarven company cheer. From Beardling to Longbeard, from dwarf maid to dwarf ranger. All to a one cheering on the people who will march tomorrow to the aid of a city.

He nods to Mavis and Ramiel, "Drink, a cup or a tankard, a jar or a cask. Drink and know this is my oath to you both that come the morrow. I will don my armor, take up my axe, march to the gates of hell beside you, watch your back and carry you out of the fires of damnation when the time comes. That is my oath." He downs the contents of his tankard, "And a Kegborne keeps his oath. To the last moment, be it in a bloody last stand or a mythic battle to the end." He smiles, "Come you two, a toast! A toast to our coming battle! Dwarves! Humans! Elves and all! Raise your cups high!" He thrusts his tankard into a barrel scooping up more liquor then raises it to the sky toasting his new comrades. The Dwarves letting out a rowdy cheer. And a chant of, "Warriors, thanes, lords, warriors, to the end!" Begins among them.

Banard grinning ear to ear as he nods to Mavis and Ramiel.

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Banard Kegborne

The company of Dwarves from the South Holds are obviously a close knit group. Friends and family. Proud sons, worthy daughters, mighty fathers, and cunning mothers. Watchful uncles and worthy aunts. And amidst them their friend of the brew, practically a member of each of their families, is Banard. He hefts his silver and steel tankard, golden mead from one of many barrels among the group sloshing but never spilling. They share words of friendship and kind insult and companionship. It's as Banard is taking a hearty drink from his tankard that one of the company members nudges him. He gruffs into his drink then spots the man. He lowers the tankard and smiles, "Ah! Hail friend." He grins and elbows one of the silver haired dwarf maids beside him. The mother of one of the younger dwarf maids in the company, "Goldenbeard. Do you hear that Elisa, that's a good one I like that one!" He chortles then nods, "Aye a long road deserves a good drink. Come. Pull up a stool. Loddy! Yes there lad, dig out one of those other tankards there from the stores, and then dip this lad a full one of the Red we brought. You know the one."

The young beardling, just growing into his beard nods, digging out an oaken tankard from a chest of them, and gets up to dip the tankard in a beautiful red drink. A dwarven whiskey. Full and heady. Banard smiles, "Come then neighbour, sit. Join the Kegborne Company for a time yes? I'm Banard, Banard Kegborne of the Kegborne Brewery Company, stamped with the approval of Lord Steellode himself even." Loddy walks over to the half-elf and offers the still dripping tankard to him. Banard smiles, "And who do we have the pleasure of meeting today sir?" He motions to the half-elf with his silver and steel tankard curiously.

It's then that Banard spots another person nearby. And being the so-shall drinker he is. Yes indeed. If you have a drink then social he! He grins and raises his tankard again to the woman, "Hail there lady! And a fine night to you. Care to join us as well? Banard Kegborne as I said. And here our half-elf guest. The more the merrier. No better way to wait out the night before a battle then with good company and good drink. Mead? Beer? Whiskey? I have a Brown Beer here so thick that it's almost a syrup. And if you don't have any it'll put hair on your chest, be you male or female. Come come and join us!"

@TheWendil@vietmyke

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Banard Kegborne
Dwarven Brewmaster

"Alright me lads." The voice is clear and loud. "Let's give these poor sods something to lift their spirits." It's a Dwarf, a golden haired son of stone. But his clothing and mannerisms say he's not a local. A ruddy tan rather then the slight pale skin says this dwarf spends a fair amount of time outside. Along with him is a full company of dwarves. Squat strong folk from afar it seems.

And as those around watch the four wagons the dwarves came in are opened cloth covers pulled back and behold! Barrels and barrels upon barrels and barrels of good prime hooch, beer, ale and whiskey. Stamped with the sigil of the Kegborne Brewery. South Hold Dwarves from south across the sea come from a far with gifts.

As the unloading begins a delegation of Kogani Dwarves approaches. The leader the one with the shaved pate and golden beard greets them heartily, "Cousins! I bring a gift of fine spirits to liven the mood before battle." As the Kogani start in the leader watched and is suddenly entranced quite suddenly. Few pay him need as he walks past one of the wagons. Just there a strange butterfly, beautiful yet somehow terrible as well. Whispering "Fair life what are you..." He reached out grasping almost taking hold. But nothing. Nothing to grab. Bit then from the camp "Master Banard Kegborne! A word?"

Bernard turns his attention returning. It's a stout Kogani Dwarf there in half plate. He growls, "Fine gifts young master. But what of the fight? Will any of your company stand?" It's quiet for a time Banard stands and strokes his beard. Look in past the Dwarf before him. Looking at the recruitment posters and announcements about. Bernard then nods "Of my company here Lord? None, they came to help with the drink. And will return to the south holds within the week. But my wife and sons and daughters rain at the holds. And thus I can be spared."

He nods grabbing a pack and an axe from one of the wagons then males a beeline to the recruiters. There the questions are asked, Name - Banard Kegborne. Age - 34. Affliated with military, no. Guild? Sure, damn sure. The International Brewers Guild of the South Dwarven Holds, proud paying member damn it. Seemingly satitsfied the card was handed too him. And the sharp dwarven shout of annoyance exits the golden bearded dwarves mouth. <<That Feckin' well hurt you arse grabbers...what the feckin' hell you tryin' ta pull!>> A brief tirade. But soon he's moving off to choose his tent. Eventually choosing tent C 4. And there he plants himself with a few barrels of Kegborne mead. And several of his company gathered about to toast his courage.

The Village At The End of the World (A Darkest Dungeon Inspired RP)

Interested as well. I remember darkest dungeon fondly.

Relics of the First Age

This RP I can understand. We all seem chill and willing to wait.

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

I could go either way on the discord thing. I check mine every other day or so, and most of my servers are actually partially muted. But yeah either way.

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

@DesperatePerson

Thank you kindly. And now we wait for everyone else to come join in.

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Drink up!

Banard Kegborne

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!"

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Drink up!

Banard Kegborne

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. 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.

CODE: "Well then, you think you know your brews? Well take a swig o' this then!"

Blatant Inspiration: Samuel and Josef Bugman from Warhammer Fantasy: The World that Was

@DesperatePerson

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

@DesperatePerson

So how much trouble would I get into for nearly blatantly plagarizing one of my favorite characters in another IP and bringing them here?