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Message: <blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 7876419" data-attributes="member: 6677509">Ordred stares at Sphynx as the pale elf speaks not so much listening to his comments as he is distracted by his bizarre appearance. ~Maybe this is what an elf looks like who never spends a day under the sun?~As Tellerian Hawke steps into view however, Ordred has to blink. ~What a giant! He's as big as full grown Gnoll!~  [spoiler="Tellerian Hawke's Description"] The man you are looking at is obviously of northern stock, having the look and demeanor of one of the "northmen" tribes; he is unusually tall, standing at a towering 7'4", and looks to be in the neighborhood of 230 lbs. were you to hazard a guess; his body is long, lean, and athletic, like a courier. You do, however, notice his pointed ears, a tell-tale sign of his half-Elven heritage. His raven black hair is shoulder length, wavy, and unkempt; his piercing, icy blue eyes, don't miss anything, and he doesn't look away much. He is dressed like a scout, carrying two hammers on his back, in the manner that most scouts would carry a pair of swords. He has a serious, yet honest and friendly demeanor, which you suspect could turn fierce and unrelenting when the situation called for it. He wears a large, silver disk, about 4 inches in diameter, which hangs from a steel chain around his neck; the disk bears the symbol of Thor's clergy, although you doubt that this man is a priest. He is likely their servant, or better yet, their enforcer. [/spoiler]As Tellerian finishes speaking Ordred relaxes his posture, lowering his shield and hanging the morningstar off his belt. Draped around his shoulders and pulled across his nose is a lightweight breathable grey cloak, suitable for camouflage as much as keeping desert sands out of his lungs. His garments are plain travelers garb. Well worn soft leather boots, black cotton trousers reinforced with strips of leather and a roughspun linen tunic. Though he carries no pack of any kind, he has several belt pouches spread around his waist to keep various items close at hand. Two daggers are fixed at his waist, with two more sheathed on his forearms. Slung over his back is a lightweight crossbow with two quivers of quarrels strapped to the side of either thigh.-Speaking Dwarven- "Well be with you Tellerrrian, followerrr of Thorrr..." Ordred rumbles in a calmer voice reaching up to lower his cloak.As he does so horrible mottled scars are revealed across much of his face, around his left eye and across his nose. The damage done is severe, with several wounds criss-crossing other wounds. Some look more recent than others, yet all at appear least a decade old. Since then he has attempted to grow a beard as long as he can manage, though in places the scarring gives the growth a patchy, haggard appearance. At first glance Ordred is little older than a young adult, yet there is a weariness about his persona that hints at a traumatic past he'd rather forget.-Speaking Common- "I am Orrrdred Irrronlock, clerrric of Muammon Duathal." He states kindly gesturing for the others to approach as they requested.</blockquote>

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