Realm Of Evilar

Dagon Blacktower has the rugged, timeworn look of a man who has lived through war and survived by knowing when to step back. His long, dark hair falls unkempt around his shoulders, streaked with the occasional strand of gray. His face is lined, a mix of old scars and the wear of years spent watching the world shift around him. He wears sturdy, worn-out clothing—a faded long-sleeved shirt and a thick apron, stained from years of tending the bar at the Crossroad Tavern. The dim candlelight of his establishment casts deep shadows over his face, sharpening his weary but watchful gaze. There’s nothing flashy about him, no excess armor or ornamentation—just quiet presence, the kind that settles over a room and demands silent respect.

Dagon Blacktower is a survivor, shaped by war and betrayal. He runs the Crossroad Tavern with a steady hand, keeping order without judgment. Secrets pass through him, favors are traded, and he intervenes only when necessary. He sees no good or evil—only action and consequence.

Dagon Blacktower was once a soldier, hardened by Cragviel’s endless conflicts. After losing his company to betrayal, he left the battlefield behind and took over the Crossroad Tavern. Now, he’s more than a bartender—he’s a mediator, a keeper of secrets, and a man who knows when to listen and when to make someone disappear with a look. He keeps the peace with words, but the mace behind the counter is a reminder that some lessons require force.