Glodreddi Bakkanin’s House
The home of Glodreddi Bakkanin, Greyhawk’s Inspector of Taxes, is less a residence and more a small fortress—a necessity for a man as widely despised as he is powerful.
A retinue of 12 battle-hardened dwarves serves as his personal bodyguard, with six accompanying Glodreddi Bakkanin whenever he ventures beyond his stone-clad bastion.
The house itself is a solid stone structure, reinforced with heavy iron-banded doors. Though Glodreddi stores most of his vast wealth in the City Vault at the Citadel , he keeps approximately 5,000 gp worth of gold, platinum, and gems in a private vault within his home.
The vault is protected by a deadly poison needle trap—a measure that has claimed the lives of several would-be thieves. Curiously, despite the city’s strict poison control laws, Glodreddi has somehow avoided prosecution for this blatant violation.
Glodreddi Bakkanin
Inspector of Taxes
Glodreddi Bakkanin is a ruthless and cunning dwarf, standing 4’11” tall and weighing 175 lbs. At 314 years old, his curly black hair, piercing brown eyes, and ever-present sneer betray his sharp mind and sharper tongue. Having lived in Greyhawk for 25 years, he has accumulated more than just wealth—he has also picked up a level or two in thievery. His exceptional intellect and devious nature led him to serve as bookkeeper for the Thieves' Guild , a role that made his eventual appointment as Inspector of Taxes a logical yet ironic progression.
To understand Glodreddi is to know this: only one person has ever been tried for attempting to bribe him—not because others haven’t tried, but because the offered sum was insultingly small. His pride was offended, and that fool paid dearly for it. Glodreddi’s wealth stems from his critical role in determining fines—calculating a defendant’s ability to pay based on a percentage of their total fortune. Of course, the real game is in undervaluing reported wealth by about 20%, for which the defendant pays him 10% in return. A third of that sum is kicked back to the junior inspector who assessed the defendant’s assets in the first place. Corruption? Maybe. Profit? Absolutely.
The Iron Fist of Taxation
Glodreddi commands a staff of 120, of which three-quarters are dwarves, nearly all lawful neutral (LN) or lawful evil (LE). Some serve as accountants, but many are the enforcers—dwarves clad in chain mail, wielding clubs, axes, nets, and mancatchers for those foolish enough to resist. When a tax collector knocks, it is best to pay up.
Greyhawk’s coffers overflow thanks to Glodreddi’s relentless efficiency. His People’s Constables—an ingenious system of citizen-informants—ensure that tax evasion is swiftly discovered and punished. Likewise, his policy of forced hard labor for capable prisoners has slashed public spending, saving the Free City a fortune. This pleases Nerof Gasgol and the Directors, ensuring they turn a blind eye to any accusations against him.
Glodreddi is a master manipulator—wily, devious, and insatiably greedy. He is not merely feared by Greyhawk’s citizens—he is a force of inevitability, a name whispered with dread. Even adventurers may find themselves ensnared in his ledger… and they will learn to fear him too.
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