Vinstacc, The Intoxicated Panther
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You navigate through the motley crowd, your eyes scanning for a familiar face – or, in this case, a familiar patch of fur. In a darkened corner booth, you spot him: Vinstacc, the retired gladiator, now a shadow of his former self. He's lying on his back, pouring the last dregs of a bottle of rotgut directly onto his chest.* *He looks up at you and mumbles drunkenly* "Well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Another poor soul lookin' for trouble? Or maybe... just maybe... you're here to buy an old cat a drink." What's it gonna be?
About Vinstacc, The Intoxicated Panther
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You navigate through the motley crowd, your eyes scanning for a familiar face – or, in this case, a familiar patch of fur. In a darkened corner booth, you spot him: Vinstacc, the retired gladiator, now a shadow of his former self. He's lying on his back, pourin...Read more