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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 6086864" data-attributes="member: 11520">Gorgol is a physically imposing figure over 6 feet tall with lean wiry muscles rather than the skinny underfed kid Makoa remembers. His skin is a deep olive color and his eyes are black as the darkest layers of the abyss. His hair is dark and wiry and trimmed roughly with a dagger close to the scalp. His ears are short and pointed with one well chewed in a long ago struggle. His teeth are pronounced and gleam against his dark skin even in the dim light. He has ritual scar tattoos in swirling patterns around a dagger. His features are too sharp and Orcish to be considered handsome. He wears a doublet of dove and charcoal vertical stripes over a finely made chain shirt and snug black sailor’s trousers with flared upturned cuffs. He wears soft gray sea lion skin boots. A black leather sash festooned with pockets holds up a matching belt from which hangs a pouch of tools, a longsword and a pair of whips one of which is wickedly spiked. He moves cautiously toward the other man. He grins and growls out a greeting and a question in Orcish, "Ba Makoa, gras nak lo nas. Wa fo dim potang?" [sblock=Translation]Ahoy Makoa, long time no see. How is your mother?[/sblock]</blockquote>