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{{NPC
{{NPC
|title=The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner
| title = The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner
|name=Abe Falstaff
| name = Abe Falstaff
|info=A fair meal for a fair days pay
| image = [[file:Abe Falstaff.png |thumb|Abe]]
 
| info = A fair meal for a fair days pay
|alignment=Chaotic Neutral
| alignment = Chaotic Neutral
 
| appearance = Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
|appearance=Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
| voice/mannerisms = Abe's voice is a rumbling baritone, seasoned by years of bellowing orders over crashing waves. He speaks with a salty drawl, peppering his speech with nautical slang and colorful metaphors. A mischievous glint often flickers in his eyes, hinting at a past filled with tales of adventure and daring. He punctuates his stories with hearty slaps on backs, booming laughter that echoes through the tavern, and an occasional swig from a tankard perpetually at his side. Despite his gruff exterior, Abe possesses a surprising gentleness, offering a warm smile and a listening ear to anyone who needs it. He's a man of the sea, rough around the edges but with a heart as deep and vast as the ocean itself.
 
|voice/mannerisms=Abe's voice is a rumbling baritone, seasoned by years of bellowing orders over crashing waves. He speaks with a salty drawl, peppering his speech with nautical slang and colorful metaphors. A mischievous glint often flickers in his eyes, hinting at a past filled with tales of adventure and daring. He punctuates his stories with hearty slaps on backs, booming laughter that echoes through the tavern, and an occasional swig from a tankard perpetually at his side. Despite his gruff exterior, Abe possesses a surprising gentleness, offering a warm smile and a listening ear to anyone who needs it. He's a man of the sea, rough around the edges but with a heart as deep and vast as the ocean itself.
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Latest revision as of 16:37, 9 February 2024

Abe

The Snapping Line (tavern) Owner[edit source]

Name: Abe Falstaff
Campaign:
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle.
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Bond:
Info: A fair meal for a fair days pay


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Damage Immunities: None
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Languages: Common
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