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'''Guildleader Mo''' was the [[Barbarian]] Guildleader in [[Riverhaven]], until he undertook a quest to locate [[Jainder]], on 368th day of the year of the Golden Panther, 394.
'''Guildleader Mo''' was the [[Barbarian]] Guildleader in [[Riverhaven]], until he undertook a quest to locate [[Telfogli]], on 368th day of the year of the Golden Panther, 394.


==Description==
==Description==

Revision as of 18:29, 10 July 2009

Mo Glowroak
Status: Alive
Guild: Barbarian
Race: Gor'Tog
Gender: Male
Type: guild leader
Relatives: Les (younger brother)
Tasks: delivery, kill

Guildleader Mo was the Barbarian Guildleader in Riverhaven, until he undertook a quest to locate Telfogli, on 368th day of the year of the Golden Panther, 394.

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.