blargney the second
blargney the minute's son
Eodwin, Dwarven Arcane Trickster
Eodwin, Male Dwarf Rogue/Transmuter
At first glance, Ed is a strange sight: a squat dwarf (4' 2", 160 lbs) with a short, singed reddish-brown beard and eyebrows. He always seems to exude an odour of burning things. He has deep-set, dark grey eyes that constantly probe his environment.
He wears baggy pantaloons with broad russet and white vertical stripes, held up at the waist by a sturdy black leather belt. A tiny hand crossbow dangles from one hip with a spell component pouch opposite. A white shirt is laced up to the base of his throat, and dark chest hairs protrude from whatever openings they find. True to dwarven fashion, he wears sensible heavy black boots.
A bandoleer crosses his chest from left shoulder to right hip, bearing a punching dagger, thieves' tools, a few crossbow bolts, and a small wooden block with a carving knife. Ed is a sculptor first and foremost, and leaves little wooden sculptures wherever he goes. If he is too busy to work with good stone, at least he can keep his extremely deft hands occupied whittling. He carries the rest of his equipment in a canvas backpack.
His familiar is Poe, a morose crow that speaks to him in an ancient extinct language. On the off chance that he makes a good find, he brings a donkey with saddlebags with him everywhere. The intractable beast's stubbornness has earned him the name Dumbass.
Ed loves adventuring, and is always on the lookout for rumours of treasure, ancient ruins (he's a student of of both architecture and history), and sculptures to study. He's also not above lifting the occasional pouch if he's having a hard time making ends meet.
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I hope somebody gets inspired to draw a portait!
-blarg
Eodwin, Male Dwarf Rogue/Transmuter
At first glance, Ed is a strange sight: a squat dwarf (4' 2", 160 lbs) with a short, singed reddish-brown beard and eyebrows. He always seems to exude an odour of burning things. He has deep-set, dark grey eyes that constantly probe his environment.
He wears baggy pantaloons with broad russet and white vertical stripes, held up at the waist by a sturdy black leather belt. A tiny hand crossbow dangles from one hip with a spell component pouch opposite. A white shirt is laced up to the base of his throat, and dark chest hairs protrude from whatever openings they find. True to dwarven fashion, he wears sensible heavy black boots.
A bandoleer crosses his chest from left shoulder to right hip, bearing a punching dagger, thieves' tools, a few crossbow bolts, and a small wooden block with a carving knife. Ed is a sculptor first and foremost, and leaves little wooden sculptures wherever he goes. If he is too busy to work with good stone, at least he can keep his extremely deft hands occupied whittling. He carries the rest of his equipment in a canvas backpack.
His familiar is Poe, a morose crow that speaks to him in an ancient extinct language. On the off chance that he makes a good find, he brings a donkey with saddlebags with him everywhere. The intractable beast's stubbornness has earned him the name Dumbass.
Ed loves adventuring, and is always on the lookout for rumours of treasure, ancient ruins (he's a student of of both architecture and history), and sculptures to study. He's also not above lifting the occasional pouch if he's having a hard time making ends meet.
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I hope somebody gets inspired to draw a portait!

-blarg