Scotaidh

Information

Player: Werewolf1

Character Full Name: Scotaidh Barleybrew

Character In-Game Name: Scotaidh

Nickname(s): Scot or Scottie

Association(s): Barleybrew clan, Explorer's league, Ironforge, Booty Bay, Thunderbrew clan (as Creggy Stoneaxe)

Race: Dwarf

Class: Brewmeister and Dwarven Chef.

Skills and Abilities: Very skilled brewer that collected over a hundred brewing recipes over his travels also the closest thing a dwarf gets to a chef. He also has a very basic knowledge of the concepts of alchemy

Age: 183

Sex: Male

Hair: White beard and bald head

Eyes: Green

Weight: 102kg

Height: 1,51m

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Prefers wearing practical clothing instead of your more fashionable ones. He usually wears a hat or hood to hide his baldness. Also tends to carry around kegs or enchanted bags filled with alcohol and food.

Other: Limps as he walks and always carries his big book of recipes

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality

Scotaidh is obsessed with alcohol, but unlike the average stereotypical dwarf, brewing concoctions of heavenly delight makes him more happy then chugging it down. He is a very cheerful fellow that normally stays in pubs/inns/taverns, telling exaggerated stories of his travels. While sitting in all kinds of taverns drinking and chatting it a big part of his lifestyle it does not make him lazy, he can spend hours brewing or working on some project.

History

Scotaidh was born in the snowy plains of Dun Morogh bit more then a hundred years before the orcs set foot in Azeroth. In his young years he studied hard to become an alchemist but sadly he realized this wasn't his destined path in life. Giving up a bright future in brewing potions he started on learning a path that truly made a difference in the world! Brewing all kinds of alcoholic beverages.

He lived his life as a Barleybrew clan brewer until orcs began to invade the dwarven lands. Being forced to pick up a rifle and defend Dun Morogh, Scotaidh became a rifleman in the military, learning many combat skills mostly focused around marksmanship. Even if he wasn't a great rifleman, Scotaidh helped his people drive off the orcish invaders.

When the war came to a close, Scotaidh stayed with humans in Lordaeron. While among them he studied all of their different kinds of drinks and how to produce his own, all except wine because the whole idea seemed “fruiteh” to him. He returned to Dun Morogh a year later where he worked in the Thunderbrew distillery as "Creggy Stoneaxe" in hopes of discovering the many recipes the Thunderbrew clan was so proud of.

Two years after the third war ended, Scot left Thunderbrew, desiring the thrill of exploration. On his travels he saw his brethren and other races suffer from the aftermath of battles fought, like veterans who fought against the scourge, reduced to drunkards with nothing left in life other then the bottom of a mug or bottle. Scot feeling sorry for these depressed souls started to brew all kinds of drinks and cooked dwarven style food, giving it freely to anyone he felt needed it. But he soon realized, helping others, does not fill his own stomach. So he started selling half his produce to taverns and inns he came across, all too eager to get their hands on foreign drinks. Surprisingly for him what was considered a normal pastime for the dwarves made a fair amount of gold in Azeroth.

Scotaidh slowly started accumulating a fortune, spending some of his funds on experimenting with new beverages. In his success he created liquors that had weak magical properties like water breathing, a citrus flavored hangover cure and a pitch black drink he dubbed "Tar Brandy" the last one was a utter failure, not because of it's taste but it's name and appearance, the other two made him one wealthy dwarf. But not all drinks worked out as intended, two incidents made him lose all hair on his head and the other made his beard white as snow.

Even as he became rich, he never spent gold on himself other then the bare necessities. All of his money went to three things; his brewing, helping those in need but most of all he helped fund dwarven expeditions, which he sometimes joins to find new exotic ingredients. These expeditions ranged from the deserts of Tanaris to the icy shores of Northrend.

After a long expedition in Borean Tundra with the purpose of drawing maps of the region, he started on another one of his long journeys to find some secret ingredient. Surviving one of the cold lands of Northrend made this dwarf a bit more confident for his own good. He set out for one of the ales that eluded him for more then a century, Dark Iron Ale. Accompanied by a small mercenary group, they made their way into blackrock mountain.

This was one expedition that did not have a happy ending. Scotaidh and everyone else who survived were locked up in the dungeons below the evil mountain. But this dwarf wasn't there for long. Once his recipe book was discovered and realizing he was a brewmeister he was “promoted” as they called it. For months he was forced to work in the Grim Guzzler, the dark iron dwarves' tavern found deep in their city.

To ensure he could not escape his captors broke his left leg and treated his injury only barely. What was even worse for him was he wasn't allowed to even taste all the brews he made. Scotaidh became very sober in the Grim Guzzler something that allowed him to keep a close eye on the other brewers working there, slowly memorizing the recipe for Dark Iron Ale and as a bonus Direbrew.

But what does such knowledge help if you couldn't use it? Well his luck soon changed for the better when a group of adventurers walked into the grim guzzler to challenge Coren Direbrew. The battle was far from glorious and more like swarms of raging drunks trying to figure out who is searing their beards. After Direbrew was killed, Scotaidh was given a portal back to Ironforge.

When back he realized he was declared deceased and all his money was spent funding the Alliance. Now he is back without a copper to his name, but for him he still had something more valuable then any amount of gold, his book filled with the recipes he gathered in his long life.

“Shine yer shoo fer a copper? I be needin' det bundle of shimmerrweed!”