Effgaw the Battle-Brewer

Infusions: turf, soil, grass, hops, malt, wheat

A Turf-Troll Brewer, who specialises in beers with combat-applicable effects (as well as being handy in a fight). Unusual for his people in his love of travel.
Long-lived, older, and with a long career behind him – fought in the War of the Red Lakes nearly 200 years ago.
originally some 8 feet tall, he has shrunk to a more modest 5 foot 6 by the present day. Has red-tipped grass.
Weaponry and armour:

• Big heavy naginata-type glaive/falchion - his current weapon, Heart-Hewer, has a head of Molomet iron and a haft of Oak, and has lasted him 12 years
• (Back-up) flail/branched chain (with spikes)
• Chainmail
• Small Buckler/arm-guards for defence
• wears mask/veil of hanging grasses to cover his face in combat

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Poor personal hygeine - rusted chainmail with plants growing through it, often laden with small kegs and bottles.

Special abilities

Able to brew beers that give special infusions to self or others when drunk.
Beer effects (these involve using assorted other essences):

• Healing
• Breath effects: Fire, smoke/fog, Ice etc
• Strength & stamina
• Insight
• Sharpened senses?

example beers:

• Lifespring Porter: enervating and healing.
• Amber Flametongue: infused with Kerridan oil, it lets you breathe fire
• Winterheart Stout: steeped in Tchep Pewter, is perpetually cool and protects against intense heat.
• Pale Mare's Kick: grants energy and action. has horsehair in it.
• Slumbering Sloth: grants rapid and restful sleep
• Plumewheat Mead: grants lightness and agility, made with Giterikin grains

Mental characteristics

Personal history

• Born in Eblis - Skowan on both sides for 10 generations
• Took part in the War of Red Lakes - "as ugly a mess as I ever laid eyes on"
• has fathered dozens of children
• has seen children, lovers, and friends die for many reasons, war not least among them
• has seen skymetal and sunfire fall, and has owned speaking weapons
• once cleft a Pangol General in twain, but had never slain a king - would dearly love to.

Personality Characteristics

Savvies & Ineptitudes

• Loves to sing, and had a beautiful voice
• Illiterate

Likes & Dislikes

a noted exaggerator/bullshitter, especially when he gets into a story - a point of similarity/friendly rivalry with both Tasmis The Sea-Reaver and Ghellim the quenching mage.
Hates the Sokani Crown. dedicated infantry - will ride, but not in combat. fliers and cavalry are "tomfoolery".

Ethnicity

Turf-Trolls

Year of Birth

239 LF 244 Years old

Birthplace

Sokani Archipelago

Quotes & Catchphrases

• "Wahey!"
• "leave me in the earth when my time comes, I've earned my rest"
• "good food, a sturdy tool, and a lover for the night; all that is needed for a happy life."
• "the less people and rulers have to do with each other, the better"
• "battle can be a great joy; war, a terrible thing."
• "Tchep are fine fellows on your side in a fight"
• "A word, A weapon, or a tool will do the work of a score of letters"
• "It is like unto the stinking morass of Sarom in there" - upon leaving the latrine
• "not knowing my place is my greatest virtue"
• "the honest soil"
• "many of my closest friends are bookish ponderers, but 'tis not the life for me."
• "I care not for impractical questions - a life lived in the mind is one not lived at all."
• "I call any place with food, warmth, and good company Home."
• "I do not kill except for self-defense, profit, honour, revenge, to impress a lover, or if they truly rile me."
• "I represent no-one but myself"
• "do not trust leaders who value their own lives over those of their followers."
• "a solid bow or battle-mage is worth ten matchlocks."
• "it is many years since I bent my back in honest harvest."
• "I would not lose the joys of love and parenthood merely to save the sting of loneliness and loss."