Franz Bieber



This small, slight man is dressed in rugged outdoor clothes of greens and browns. He is much tougher than he looks, honed by years spent hunting in the wilderness. Clean-shaven, with close-cropped fair hair, his blue eyes dark suspiciously everwhere. Tight-lipped, he uses words sparingly, and his movement and mannerisms are always precise. He never parts with his strong, yew bow. A large hunting knife is sheathed at his side, a quarrel of arrows slung over one shoulder, and a touch leather backpack over the other.


Bieber is tbe best hunter around, and easily the best shot in Stromdorf. He has encyclopaedic knowledge of the Oberslecht, often penetrating deep into the marshes to bag game: geese for flesh, mink for fur, and giant beaver for its musk and tail- a delicacy among the nobility. He dissapears for weeks at a time, and when he emerges from the swamplands, his hunting spoils are piled high on a makeshift sledge. He never talks about his experience there.

Bieber has few friends, except Sebastien Brenner, for whom he provides meat for the pot in return for free ale whenever he is in town. He spends all his spare time at the Thunderwater Inn, drinking alone in the chair closest the fire. This is always kept empty for him, even when he is away. The locals warn off anyone from sitting there- woe betide a stranger stealing Bieber’s seat!

Franz Bieber

WFRP- LA Gibbergeist