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It is hard to make out Kalag the Black, and you'd swear the lighting in the room was arranged specifically for that reason. What you do see is apparently a very tall, very large [[Gor'Tog]] with nearly black skin. Two gray eyes gaze down at you, weighing you silently. A black satchel is slung over his shoulder, its flap splattered with dried blood. He wears a simple black leather vest and loose gray linen pants and looks for all the world like a trader who ran into a bit of bad luck. A pair of long, lean knives hang from his hips, and another, smaller one is strapped -- oddly upside down -- to his left leg. His boots are polished black. You notice a glint of metal on the soles, and shudder to think what damage a kick from those boots would do. |
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He plays idly with a diamond-hilted black stiletto, twirling it from time to time, and his eyes never stop as they flicker around the room. |
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Revision as of 19:47, 14 April 2007
Thief Guild Leader Kalag
Guild: Thief
Sex: Male
Race: Gor'Tog
Known Relatives: none
Location: Zoluren
It is hard to make out Kalag the Black, and you'd swear the lighting in the room was arranged specifically for that reason. What you do see is apparently a very tall, very large Gor'Tog with nearly black skin. Two gray eyes gaze down at you, weighing you silently. A black satchel is slung over his shoulder, its flap splattered with dried blood. He wears a simple black leather vest and loose gray linen pants and looks for all the world like a trader who ran into a bit of bad luck. A pair of long, lean knives hang from his hips, and another, smaller one is strapped -- oddly upside down -- to his left leg. His boots are polished black. You notice a glint of metal on the soles, and shudder to think what damage a kick from those boots would do.
He plays idly with a diamond-hilted black stiletto, twirling it from time to time, and his eyes never stop as they flicker around the room.