A Dwarf in spiked full plate enters the Inn. He is unknown to most until they see the milky white eyes behind his face-plate. Upon his heavy shield are the dwarven runes for Freedom, Death and Truth.
He steps forward and speaks as per Joe's instruction to all entrants. "Veras-Re. Seeker of Lore. Maker of Arms." His deep, rumbling voice is made hollow by his helm.
After this, he moves off to a corner of the drinking room to watch the proceedings as they pass him by.
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Veras Re appears as a steel-clad Dwarven warrior whose spiked full plate armor is engraved all over with his own personal rune, a morbid comingling of the runes of Truth and Death. He has earned his Kharas, his iron, and he is not afraid to flaunt it. Grey and steel are his colors and thus so they will remain.
His spiked heavy steel shield is but a deeper display of his personal philospohy. Three Dwarven runes are carved upon its front. "In Truth, Death and Freedom". Of clan lineage, he makes no sign... which may off-put more proper Dwarves.
The other more attention-attracting portion of his accoutrement is his Ax. Dwarven in malicious design, it takes special training to wield one of these weapons. The grip and the haft are especially made for Veras-Re's like. The Ax itself features no special runes or markings beyond its immaculate appearance and masterwork craftsmanship.
His features are kept hid by a closed face helm, concealing and protecting his hideous features. But when it is doffed, his ruin of a face is revealed in full. Milky white eyes peer down his beak-like nose. Scraggly silver and grey facial hair conceals pale lips and yellowed sharp teeth. His slate grey skin is discolored in some areas, like a series of malign birthmarks that serve only to disgust onlookers. These disfigurements hint at blood from a darker side of dwarvenkind: those that are called "Dvergar"
Veras-Re's walking stick juts out above him like a personal banner, ready to be grabbed for battle if need demands. He fashioned the sturdy wooden rod himself, affixing a lump of black glass (obsidian) to the handle end of it. Those knowledgable in psionic lore realize that the crystal contains a fragment of his personality and thus, a quasi-sentience. That he has the occasional curt, semi-audible conversation with it and that he makes it stand guard over him when he sleeps is further evidence of its status as his psicrystal.
He keeps silent most of the time. When he speaks, however, he does not bother with the trivialities of polite behavior. He is bluntly honest, to the point of tactlessness. For those that see beyond his appearance and demeanor, he can be seen as a good source of insightful and veridical, though ruthlessly pragmatic, advice. He does not manacle his words or actions with morality. He kills without remorse and eliminates enemies expeditiously and mercilessly.
Veras-Re does not begrudge those with higher standards. In fact, he respects these folk. But he does not feel the need to emulate their kindheartedness when the situation warrants it. He admits that willingly works with these folk because he believes that they are usually more trustworthy. In truth, he works with good adventurers best because he remembers how it was before he crossed the "line".
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