Profession: Retired Dockhand, Professional Pub Pest
Location: Any tavern in Lygos (favorites: The Singing Sailor or The
Crooked Tankard)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance
- Build: Stocky and broad-shouldered, with surprisingly muscular arms from a lifetime of dock work.
- Hair & Facial Hair: Gray-streaked hair cropped short; an enormous drooping mustache that extends past his jawline.
- Clothing: Sleeveless vests (even in winter) to show off his arms; rumpled, ale-stained trousers rolled at the ankles to avoid puddles… or puke.
- General Vibe: The embodiment of “tavern fixture”—a regular everyone knows, whether they want to or not.
Personality
- Loud & Competitive: Always ready to make a scene if it means proving himself.
- Grudge Holder: Has a chip on his shoulder against anyone taller than him.
- Prideful Nickname: Will insist you call him “Big Bimble.” Leaving off “Big” is a personal insult.
- Gravel-Voiced Storyteller: Even when sober, his speech slurs slightly, giving the impression he’s always tipsy.
Tavern Behavior
- Arm Wrestling King:
- Challenges anyone—human, orc, or otherwise—to an arm wrestle.
- Bets 5 silver per match.
- Boasts: “Height don’t mean strength, mate—just means your blood’s thinned out by the time it reaches your fists.”
- If He Wins: Gloats loudly, calls the loser “beanpole” or “twig arms,” and demands applause from the room.
- If He Loses: Claims cheating (“Was yer arm greased? Was it greased??”), but still pays.
Hooks & Utility
- Information Broker (for
Beer):
Buy him a drink or two, and he’ll loosen up with tavern gossip:
- “The butcher ain’t a butcher—he’s a retired necromancer. I seen him talkin’ to bones.”
- “Saw a noble lad sneakin’ out the Mauler’s den last week. Looked real nervous.”
- “There's a trapdoor behind the tavern. Leads down into the old sewer tunnels. Sometimes I hear singin’.”
- “Two Watchmen were drinkin’ here last night. Said somethin’ big’s goin’ down by the docks soon.”
- “A bloke paid for ale in platinum. Said he just ‘found it.’ Real suspicious if you ask me.”
- “Saw a frog the size of a cart down by the cistern. Thought I was drunk. But I was sober. That time.”
Optional Mechanics (Narrative Level)
- Strength: 15
- Athletics Bonus: +3 (advantage when drunk and showing off)
- Arm Wrestling: Strength (Athletics) contest vs. opponent
- Perk: Local Gossip – Advantage on Persuasion checks to gather rumors in taverns
Sample Dialogue
- “Oi—don’t just walk past. You’re lookin’ at the strongest halfling in Lygos.”
- “You beat me, and I’ll buy your drink. I beat you, and you’re buyin’ me three.”
- “The Watch? Bah. I’ve outdrank their captain twice over.”