315, Last but not least?
Posted by Noldruk on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
With a confident gaze that seems stretched and intensely vigilant, a stout dwarf with a rough exterior is standing before you. Coming up at nearly four and a half feet, his body is mountainous in both it's strength and fortitude. His arms are thick, stretching at whatever sleeves or armwear he has decided to cover them with. His legs, equally massive, slightly resemble the thick trunks of an ironwood tree, providing a powerful stance in whatever he does. His long, dark-brown hair looks aged, hints of grey streeking through his flowing mane. Sprouting from his strongly-chiseled chin, a beard extends down in two braids just below his stomach, it too sprinkled with grey. Harshly scarred and calloused hands hint at a life of hard work, be it in a forge, in battle, or tearing rock from a mountain, you cannot tell, though your eyes are drawn back to his gaze. Solid. Confident. Looking a bit closer, you are just barely able to make out a small tattoo upon the left side of his neck. Noldruk, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.
Noldruk is using: <worn around neck> a thickly woven dark-blue cloak with silver lining <worn around neck> an ornate silver badge emblazoned with the Scales of Justice <worn on body> a thick plate of burnished steel <worn on face> a pair of black reading glasses <worn on legs> a pair of thick steel leg plates <worn on feet> a pair of thickly plated heavy boots <worn on hands> a pair of steel gauntlets lined with spikes <worn on arms> a pair of thick steel plates, lined with silvery spikes <worn about waist> a pair of polished wide steel plates <wielded> a long steel pike tipped with silver <tattooed> a hammer set upon a rune-covered anvil
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