Description
The smell of sour ale mixed with sweat pervades this massive giant's
being. Along with this smell is a behemoth as tall as a small tree
and as wide as a wagon. Dark ebony skin emits a light hue from the bristling
beads of sweat that line his muscled figure. Grey hair falls down onto his
brow covering most of a pair of green eyes. Stocky shoulders lead
onto arms that clasp massive weapons, their blades bright again his dark skin
A wide belt manages to surround his waist, its buckles nearly bustling
from pressure. Heavy set legs finish the outline of this giant, his feet
set into uncomforatable looking boots, and a toe juts from one of them.
He bears several scars, one on his chin and one on each of his arms, signs of
the warfare this warrior has seen.
Role
A simple giant and a simple purpose.
Added Mon Jun 13 10:01:15 2005 at level 24:
Vinourak is easy to understand. He hates weakness, he dislikes intellectuals
to a lesser extent, and he loves war, blood and death no matter where or whom
it comes by. However, he thinks magic spreads weakness, and a distancing of the
self from the body (of course he would use different terms) and so his blade
is focused on their destruction, and he seeks the Village of Battle.