Lord Calbrax rules this land with an
iron fist. Literally, his left hand is made of iron, to replace one
lost in one skirmish or another years ago. He is tolerated by his
subjects; taxes are modest, government officials are punished for
being jerks, there are no meaningless bans against forms of
entertainment, etcetera.
He speaks in the third person at all
times, referring to himself by his title, and uses a very formal mode
of speech (“You have amused Lord Calbrax. Well done.”). He can be
manipulated, by appealing to his sense of humor, rather easily, but
it won't work more than once or twice for a given situation.
He's a big guy, wide and tall, still
mostly lean but getting on in years. Small beard, close-cut hair,
little eyes.
Will fight to defend himself. Uses the
symbol of his authority, a flanged mace he named after his first
wife, as his preferred weapon.
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