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You see Guild Leader Mo Glawroak, a [[Gor'Tog]] [[Barbarian]].<br /> |
You see Guild Leader Mo Glawroak, a [[Gor'Tog]] [[Barbarian]].<br /> |
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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.<br /> |
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.<br /> |
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He is holding a hearty roast snowbeast sandwich in his right hand and a skin of sour red wine in his left hand.<br /> |
He is holding a hearty roast snowbeast sandwich in his right hand and a skin of sour red wine in his left hand.<br /> |
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He is wearing a bear-hide jerkin, some drab leather breeches and a roughened leather axe harness. |
He is wearing a bear-hide jerkin, some drab leather breeches and a roughened leather axe harness. |
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===When Announcing His Quest=== |
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You see Guildleader Mo Glawroak, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.<br /> |
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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. |
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He is holding a leg of turkey in his left hand.<br /> |
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He is wearing a knee-length grey leather tunic branded with a large crimson handprint above the left breast, some grey brocade breeches and a roughened leather axe harness. |
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==Trading Card Description== |
==Trading Card Description== |
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Revision as of 18:43, 10 July 2009
| Mo Glowroak | |
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| 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.
When Announcing His Quest
You see Guildleader 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 leg of turkey in his left hand.
He is wearing a knee-length grey leather tunic branded with a large crimson handprint above the left breast, some grey brocade 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.