05/23/2026
The Council of The Broken Tavern
LEFT — The Pig King
Bloated, tiny crown digging into his head, gold armor bursting at the gut. He’s got that butcher's cleaver on his knee because he still likes to do the work himself. Those are his tax collectors in the back.
MIDDLE — The Rat Lich
Bald, beak-nosed, hands like claws. Not flashy magic, just the guy who keeps the books and the curses. He doesn't need minions to fear him — they just do.
RIGHT — The Ogre Enforcer
Broken tusks, cauliflower ears, hands chained together like he's barely house-trained. He's the muscle who thinks he's the brains.
