Meccad Zzzxaaxthroth
Meccad Zzzxaaxthroth
Meccad Zzzxaaxthroth, mother of Validar and a former war maiden forged in the icy crucible of the North, is a woman sculpted by both steel and ale. Her scales, once shimmering like moonlight on snowdrifts, have dulled with the passage of years, now bearing the weathered patina of countless battles and countless mugs of mead. Her eyes, once the piercing blue of a winter sky, hold the steely glint of a warrior tempered by experience and the warm twinkle of a barkeep who’s seen the tapestry of life woven in laughter and spilled drinks.
From Skald to Spilled Ale:
Meccad’s past isn't shrouded in shadows; it's etched in the scars that trace her muscular frame like ancient sagas. She carved her name in the frozen annals of war as a fearless silver dragonborn warrior, her axe singing its mournful song on countless battlefields. Yet, beneath the warrior’s ferocity, a deep well of weariness grew. After years of frozen landscapes and clashing steel, longing for warmth and laughter bloomed within her. So, she traded her axe for a tap, her war cries for tavern tunes, and the biting wind for the smoky embrace of a bustling inn.
Steel in Silk and Mead in Her Veins:
Though she’s swapped war paint for bar wench rouge, Meccad’s warrior spirit lives on. Her voice, still thunderous when needed, can silence the rowdiest drunkards. Her wit, honed on the edge of a blade, cuts through lies and pretensions with ease. And beneath the worn apron, her muscles, though softened by years of slinging mugs, still hold the coiled strength of a dragonborn.
Mother, Maestra, and Muse:
Meccad’s love for Validar burns with the warmth of a crackling hearth in the frozen North. She remembers the pride that swelled in her chest when he first took flight, the fear that gnawed at her when he chose the path of a wandering bard. Yet, her love is not a smothering blanket; it’s a well-worn cloak that offers comfort and shelter while allowing him to spread his wings.
Her tavern becomes a haven for Validar and his fellow troubadours, their music filling the air like smoke, swirling with tales of adventure and love. Meccad listens with a knowing smile, the rhythm of their stories echoing the beat of her own heart, the clinking of tankards her own personal war song.
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Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Spouses
Valthal Zzzxaaxthroth
(spouse)
Siblings
Children
Sex
Female
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Fin
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Silver
Height
6ft
Weight
180lbs
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