Lars Nash is a Barbarian Character that I one day hope to fit into a story of some sort. As fierce as he is loyal, Lars is known all over the southern lands for the copious amounts of alcohol he can ingest. He is shown here staggering around, having just slain a bone dragon with his favourite sword, which he lovingly refers to as "club". His mail armor is said to never leave his body, indeed he sleeps in it. It is likely that the armor itself is magical and is simply transposing its superhuman abilities onto Lars Nash, who is just an average man. This was drawn many years ago, perhaps one day I will PS it.