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'''Guildleader Mo''' is the [[Barbarian]] Guildleader in [[Riverhaven]]. |
'''Guildleader Mo''' is the [[Barbarian]] Guildleader in [[Riverhaven]]. |
Revision as of 18:09, 10 July 2009
Mo Glowroak | |
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Status: | Alive |
Guild: | Barbarian |
Race: | Gor'Tog |
Gender: | Male |
Location: | Riverhaven (Ranik Map 30a) |
Type: | guild leader |
Relatives: | Les (brother) |
Tasks: | delivery, kill |
Guildleader Mo is the Barbarian Guildleader in Riverhaven.
Description
Mo hefts a double-bladed broadaxe like a hatchet in his bulbous fist and gnaws on a turkey leg in the other. The bare-footed Gor'Tog towers over you haughtily, glowering for no apparent reason and tugging at a bear hide jerkin, which looks a few sizes too small on his mammoth frame. A brazen red tattoo in the shape of a handprint graces his hairless scalp, the palm centered atop his head with fingers straining over a crinkled brow. Dark green skin almost swallows his eyes, glimmering with hidden intelligence despite his snide remarks.
Appearance
You see Guild Leader Mo Glawroak, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.
His dark eyes glimmer with hidden intelligence from within folds of dark green skin. A brazen red tattoo in the shape of a handprint graces his hairless scalp, the palm centered atop his head with widespread fingers straining over a crinkled brow.
He is holding a hearty roast snowbeast sandwich in his right hand and a skin of sour red wine in his left hand.
He is wearing a bear-hide jerkin, some drab leather breeches and a roughened leather axe harness.
Trading Card Description
Mo hefts a double-bladed broadaxe like a hatchet in his bulbous fist and gnaws on a turkey leg in the other. The bare-footed Gor'Tog seems to stare at you haughtily, glowering for no apparent reason. A brazen red tattoo in the shape of a handprint graces his hairless scalp, the palm centered atop his head with fingers straining over a crinkled brow. Dark green skin almost swallows his eyes, glimmering with hidden intelligence.