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Walstaff
Sir Walstaff Cowhorn
| Name | Walstaff |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Knight |
| Age | Middle Aged |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | The Prancing Pony |
| Kinship | The Cowhorn Clan |
| Outward Appearance | Sir Walstaff Cowhorn is a portly Dwarf in his middle ages. He dons a short, pointy black beard under a bulbous nose, usually painted in a hue of red after endless nights of drinking in the Prancing Pony. He is dressed in rusty old chainmail, clearly bought at a discount price in a yard sale, with a large plate thorax that can barely contain his immense gut. This Dwarf is incredibly obese, waddling around to support his full weight. He is so fat, in fact, that his massive proportions naturally stretch out his chestplate to the point of almost ripping it in two. |
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Background
Not much is known about Sir Walstaff's background, other than he is related to the infamous Cowhorn Clan. Rumours claim he is a former thespian or brigand, with some gossipers claiming he has done far darker deeds than those of bad performances or highway robberies.
Currently, he is making a name for himself in Bree-Land by claiming he is a knight of great repute, despite spending most of his time getting piss drunk or brawling in The Prancing Pony.
Traversing he countryside with his elderly pony Bigsley, this "knight" will clearly do any task for the right price, no matter how unpious or unjust.
| Friends | Brigands, drinking buddies and local harlots |
|---|---|
| Relatives | The Cowhorns |
| Rivals/Enemies | The Town Watch |
| Loves | Ale, money, the perks of being a knight |
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| Hates | Those who doubt his knighthood |
| Motivation | To get the elevator up the social ladder |
| Quotes | "Forsooth!" |
