Barnaby the Cask-Cursed – Voiceless Pirate

Voice Under the Sea Collection

Bound by a final, desperate act of preservation, Barnaby carries the last remnants of the Mariner’s Greed across the sun-starved decks of the abyss. His skeletal frame, though picked clean by the currents, possesses an unnatural strength, allowing him to wield a massive wooden cask as both a shield and a crushing blunt instrument.

Highlight

For the Keeper, Barnaby serves as a unique “Hazard Unit” or a heavy frontline obstacle. His silhouette is dominated by the oversized barrel he carries, making him an immediate focal point on the tabletop and a clear indicator of a high-strength threat.

Encounter Insight

Utilize Barnaby as a mobile environmental hazard; his cask can be played as containing volatile “fire-water” or a concentrated cloud of the Sovereign’s magical drowsiness. While his movement may be slower than his unburdened kin, his ability to deliver wide, sweeping blows with the cask can clear a path through even the most disciplined party formations. For Keepers desiring a vision of salt-flecked rot, our Painted Edition is rendered with professional Vallejo and Citadel pigments, forever protected by the Eternal Seal of Army Painter Matte Varnish.

Features

• The Iron-Bound Cask: A meticulously sculpted, oversized wooden barrel featuring heavy iron bands and a raised cross emblem.
• Skeletal Detail: Features hyper-fine anatomical textures on the limbs and a jaw encrusted with barnacles and salt-hardened coral.
• Tattered Nautical Garb: Detailed with a frayed bandana, a ragged shoulder-cloak, and worn sea boots that capture the long-term effects of the “Curse of the Sunken”.
• Deck Stance: Captured in a strained, forward-leaning posture on a 25mm wooden plank base to emphasize the weight of his eternal burden.

Ideal For

• High-stakes tavern brawls in the dockside districts of Duskwall.
• Guarding the primary supply hold during a shipboard boarding action.

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Tabletop Lore

Barnaby was the Quartermaster of the Mariner’s Greed, a man who valued the ship’s stores more than his own life. When the Sovereign’s tide rose to claim the vessel, he lashed himself to the last cask of premium rum, intending to sink with his prize. The abyss granted his wish, but twisted it; he is now eternally bound to the weight of his own greed, forced to carry the “Ivory Toll” for a crew that can no longer taste it. He seeks no parley, for his voice was the first thing the salt reclaimed.