Ravenbreath

Normand "Tankard" Brewhelm - Ravenbreath

The Hands That Build

From stone to steel, field to forge—without them, castles would crumble, cities would starve, and kings would rule over dust.

Explore the Unknown

From cursed forests to forgotten ruins, every corner of Ravenbreath holds mysteries waiting to be unraveled.

When the Veil Shatters

Lightning splits the heavens, the world bends, and chaos takes form.

13
Zones
36
Denizens
32
Story Arcs
5
Alehouses
2
Curios

✓ Mug in Hand
✓ Brag First, Think Never
✓ Loyal to the Bar

Normand “Tankard” Brewhelm

Race: Human, Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral

You barely step through the door before he’s raising a mug and waving you over, eager to toast, boast, or just roast whoever’s buying the next round.

He’s already two drinks in, seated on his favorite stool—the one with extra leg support and permanent butt grooves. His tankard slams onto the counter with a thud that rattles the bar. "HA! And that’s when I said, ‘That ain’t my beard, that’s a badger!’" He roars with laughter, cheeks red, belly bouncing.

He turns toward you with the glazed delight of someone who’s forgotten his worries—but not his punchlines. "New face!" he bellows, pointing with a sausage-thick finger. "Get yer arse over here. This seat’s got room for more tales and fewer teeth."

The Cheerful Pub

He’s got a story for every sip—and a sip for every story.