Korvash The Red is a towering dragonborn bard and a proud member of Bromocorah Inc., his presence as commanding as the deep, resonant notes of his warhorn. Standing at 7 feet tall, his crimson scales gleam with a fiery intensity, reflecting his draconic heritage and his fiery personality. The scales along his back and shoulders are slightly darker, almost a deep maroon, with faint scars crisscrossing them from his days as a warhorn practitioner on the battlefield. His amber eyes glow with a mischievous spark, often narrowed in concentration as he composes a new song or prepares to unleash a thunderous melody. A pair of curved, ivory horns sweep back from his head, polished to a shine, and a few small, jagged teeth protrude from his maw, giving him a roguish grin.
As an artisan, Korvash takes great pride in his gear, which he has crafted himself. He wears a mix of leather armor and vibrant cloth, dyed in shades of crimson and gold to match his scales. The armor is studded with small, polished metal plates shaped like musical notes, a personal touch that reflects his bardic nature. A flowing cape, also crimson, is clasped at his shoulder with a brooch shaped like a dragon’s claw holding a lyre. Around his neck hangs a necklace of small, carved bone charms, each one etched with symbols of the songs he’s composed—his “portfolio,” as he calls it. His clawed hands are surprisingly dexterous, often seen tinkering with his instruments or polishing the warhorn he’s so proud of.
Korvash’s prized possession is his massive warhorn, a masterwork of his own creation. The instrument is carved from the horn of a great beast, its surface etched with draconic runes that glow faintly when he plays. The warhorn is nearly as tall as he is, requiring both hands to wield, and its deep, booming notes can shake the ground, inspiring allies or striking fear into enemies. When not in use, it’s slung across his back, secured with a leather strap adorned with tiny bells that jingle softly as he moves. He also carries a smaller lute for more delicate compositions, its body painted with swirling flames—a gift from a fellow artisan he once apprenticed under.
Korvash’s personality is as bold as his music. He’s a boisterous, larger-than-life figure who loves nothing more than to share his latest compositions with anyone who’ll listen, often prefacing a performance with a hearty, “Hey, you wanna hear this song I compose?” His deep, gravelly voice carries a natural rhythm, even when he’s speaking, and he has a habit of tapping his claws against any surface in time with an unheard beat. As a warhorn practitioner, he’s mastered the art of using music in battle, his songs capable of rallying his guildmates or unleashing sonic devastation on their foes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he’s a jovial soul, quick to laugh and quicker to offer a song to lift spirits after a tough fight.