Iron Bull

scholar of algebra, retired mercenary


Strength 18 bitch


The Iron Bull never met a door that he couldn’t shove open. He found a (possibly cursed) algebra book that has devoured his time. His hired rangers say that it is guilt over allowing his contact with the Assassin’s guild die at the hand of a no good drummer. He spends much of his time mumbling about the “perfect linear transform.” His friends feed him but do not ask him to come on adventures anymore.

Iron Bull

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