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With broad shoulders and a wild face, Ker’va has only the skin on his bones but dominates most of his interlocutors from the top of his 2 meters. Around thirty in spring, he looks much older, and determining his age from his physique is an almost impossible task, as bad weather, fighting and disease have marked him over the years. Dressed in scars, the skin sometimes pale and sometimes marked by the sun, ugly black marks running on his legs and his chest, the man could pass for weak if he did not have this spark in the eyes, this burning fire and furious which arouses a reverent fear in his companions. Guided by fierce anger and an insatiable appetite for violence, the man is not an idiot. He is not educated, expresses himself badly and dryly, but he is a survivor and a leader in his community - for good reasons and not only because he is the most brutal. If the PCs underestimate it, they risk biting their fingers and then seeing them join the charming phalanx necklace that Ker’va wears. |
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