Mother Gwynn / McGuinness/Guinness / McGuinn/Gwynn
Sommelier and Master Mixologist, Chez Ogrez, cleric, of high level
|STR 18||DEX 16||CON 16||INT 14||WIZ 18||CH 14|
SPELLS: 5 1ST LEVEL, 5 2ND LEVEL, 2 3RD LEVEL , 5 CLW
Deity: Inanna, CN goddess of physical love, fertility, and warfare
Short, thick, dark, and stout, with an impressive head, McGuinness bears a fair resemblance to his/her namesake. Balding, bearded, advanced in age and indeterminate of gender, s/he is almost never seen without a war hammer in one hand and a tankard in the other. Also known as McGuinn, Gwinny, or (honorific) Mother Gwynn to the IEG, Gwynn maintains, “You can call me anything you want, just don’t call me late for happy hour”.
Gwynn’s people lived under a mountain, mining gold, silver, platinum, and all manner of precious gems. They prospered until their lust for riches caused them to delve too deeply and they wakened the Dreaded Blue Ball-Hogg. Their entire civilization, thousands of years in the making, was snuffed out within a matter of hours. Had not Gwynn been sleeping off a most prodigious hangover, deep within an abandoned tunnel, s/he would no doubt have met the same end. Upon awakening, Gwynn surveyed the scene of utter destruction. Then, with a philosophical shrug, s/he hoisted hammer and tankard and set off to find new employment.
Gwynn’s current position is Chaplain for the IEG Sorority. S/he works part time at Chez Ogrez, functioning in the capacities of Maitre d’Maison, Sommelier, and Bartender.