Sage of Shadowdale has something to say about pretty much everything.
Despite having pages in Dragon Magazine, Dungeon Adventures, and Polyhedron
Newszine, the Old Mage still has more to speak of the Realms. Not wanting
to anger an archmage, we decided it would be best to give him a weekly
column from which to discuss the finer points.
well, young one...
Bron of Voonlar
keeps law in Voonlar, acting as both judge and enforcer, with the aid
of six deputies and a militia in cases of emergency. A worshiper of Bane
who smoothly embraced the faith of Cyric after the Time of Troubles, Buorstag
Hlammythyl was born on a now-vanished farm not far north of Voonlar. He
took to the life of the sword at an early age, after many pitched battles
against his surly father.
almost two decades fighting in the Vast, the Vilhon, the northern Moonsea,
and briefly in the service of certain families of Westgate and of Sembia.
He acquired many scars but little gold before retiring to the town he
often ran away to in his youth, Voonlar.
is a burly, fat, pimpled man of many scars, sporting an untidy moustache
and an aggressive nature that has led to his being called the Boar
behind his back. He has a loud, hoarse voice, a swaggering nature, a certain
low cunning, and absolute obedience to suggestions made by
visiting Zhentarim. Its often suspected that visiting Zhents take
turns idly voicing contrary opinions just to watch the Bron of Voonlar
change his ways of doing things completely, only to change them right
back again at the whispered command of the next passing agent.
to his swindling and brutality, Buorstag has made many enemies during
his mercenary days. Unfortunately for him, he didnt manage to kill
all of them. Hed like to be free of the fear that theyll one
day hunt him down and slay him for his past transgressions, and the Bron
will jump at any chance to magically change his looks, preferably to something
more handsome. Hed like to again enjoy feminine companionship that
doesnt come to him through fear, payment, or outright coercion.
Like many brutes, he looks forward to the day when hell have money
enough to retire to some secure backwater town elsewhere in the Realms
(Secomber, he thinks, or perhaps an upland Sembian villa) to live out
his days in luxury.
secretly loves music, dancing, and hearing good tales told well. He never
misses a minstrel or bardic performance in Voonlar, though he often sneaks
in behind curtains, in shadows, or in nearby rooms, not wanting to be
seen enthralled by the townsfolk. He loves the pepper cheese of Tethyr,
roast boar, and warm, sugared milk, but he cultivates the image of the
prodigious drinker because he thinks it makes Voonlarrans look up to him
having to make frequent say nothing about this misdeed, please
payments to various Zhent agents, the Bron is slowly building his personal
wealth, keeping an old cauldron full of gold coins hidden up an unused
fireplace chimney in his bedroom in the Locktower. He also has a smaller
sack of mixed coins buried in the woods at the foot of a certain dead
tree in the woods just south of the town dump. Strapped to the underside
of his bed is a belt into which hes laboriously sewn emeralds, sapphires,
and rubies acquired by theft or purchase.
Bron, Buorstag Hlammythyl: 4th-level human fighter; AL
NE, AC 4 (chain mail +1 & shield); hp 35; THAC0 15 (+1 Strength, magical
weapon, specialization); #AT 3/2; Dmg 1d8+4 (long sword +1, Strength,
specialization); S 17, D 13, C 16, I 11, W 12, Ch 13.