Post by Maur on Jun 27, 2016 2:24:27 GMT
Name: Gurik Falangak
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Ravager Goblin
Rank: First Diplomat of Rectherron
Height: 2’3
Weight: 29 pounds
Appearance:
Gurik is tall and noble in the Goblin realm, but to any human he is as much of a runt as his brethren. He was chosen for his duty partially because of his height, he wears a charcoal colored cloak, helmet, greaves, and boots on his small frame, a small dagger rests at his side and he is flanked by two Bog Kings, specifically chosen for their dark green hides and unnatural height for their species, six feet tall.
He has small circular red eyes and a dark green complexion, with no nose except for two narrow slits in the center of his round face, and two long ears sprout from his oval head, his dark attire and ominous presence gives the Goblin a sense of importance and stature.
Combat:
Style: Has none
Abilities: Has none
Weapons: Small black dagger, made especially to fit his aesthetic.
Gear: None
Companions: His Bog King bodyguards, Mok and Rok, six feet tall, and strong enough to punt an armored man. With hide as thick and strong as iron.
Background:
The Goblin who goes by Gurik is sage and wise in his people's minds, he’s seen many hardships, fought in many battles, and lived through them all. Thirty-four is considered old in Rectherron, seeing as how most become useless at forty-five and die of age around fifty, sixty if they’re lucky. He worked his way up from the bottom to an officer in the Algekkan Guard, he was probably the most qualified for the position he achieved, especially since his position didn’t exist before he occupied it.
Gurik Falangak is the first diplomat Rectherron ever produced, he is the first foreign representative they have, and he has been given great authority as a consequence of this, he is of calm mind, and peaceful demeanor, he has been given much power and possesses the creativity to use it.
It was evident in the beginning of his journey that most of the world had never seen Ravagers before. It was odd to the Goblins that a party of twenty armored and mounted Algekkan guard did not get a semblance of respect as they traveled through the spattering of towns between their home and the place they intended to open communications with, Etirath. Elvish children pat their heads as they rode through one specific town and dismounted to chat with the locals. Nathra agents had been following the caravan, numbering ten, and one stayed behind to talk treaties for the upcoming emergence of Rectherron onto the political landscape. Gurik hoped the Nathra would not be laughed at and then killed, the Elves seemed the type.
From a distance their party was small and unimportant, but upon closer inspection, armor as fine as Dwarven craft and weapons just as good were carried by the Guards, ingenious crossbows were cranked back to allow the Goblins enough stopping power with their bolts to put down a fully grown man. The Nathra could dispatch a man before he even saw them, the nine of them that remained with the party followed not too far behind, but not close enough to be spotted by anyone who would see the shining display of ten Curathon marching down the road being ridden by Goblin with crossbows and lances.
They would arrive in Etirath soon, and with them, a new era.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Ravager Goblin
Rank: First Diplomat of Rectherron
Height: 2’3
Weight: 29 pounds
Appearance:
Gurik is tall and noble in the Goblin realm, but to any human he is as much of a runt as his brethren. He was chosen for his duty partially because of his height, he wears a charcoal colored cloak, helmet, greaves, and boots on his small frame, a small dagger rests at his side and he is flanked by two Bog Kings, specifically chosen for their dark green hides and unnatural height for their species, six feet tall.
He has small circular red eyes and a dark green complexion, with no nose except for two narrow slits in the center of his round face, and two long ears sprout from his oval head, his dark attire and ominous presence gives the Goblin a sense of importance and stature.
Combat:
Style: Has none
Abilities: Has none
Weapons: Small black dagger, made especially to fit his aesthetic.
Gear: None
Companions: His Bog King bodyguards, Mok and Rok, six feet tall, and strong enough to punt an armored man. With hide as thick and strong as iron.
Background:
The Goblin who goes by Gurik is sage and wise in his people's minds, he’s seen many hardships, fought in many battles, and lived through them all. Thirty-four is considered old in Rectherron, seeing as how most become useless at forty-five and die of age around fifty, sixty if they’re lucky. He worked his way up from the bottom to an officer in the Algekkan Guard, he was probably the most qualified for the position he achieved, especially since his position didn’t exist before he occupied it.
Gurik Falangak is the first diplomat Rectherron ever produced, he is the first foreign representative they have, and he has been given great authority as a consequence of this, he is of calm mind, and peaceful demeanor, he has been given much power and possesses the creativity to use it.
It was evident in the beginning of his journey that most of the world had never seen Ravagers before. It was odd to the Goblins that a party of twenty armored and mounted Algekkan guard did not get a semblance of respect as they traveled through the spattering of towns between their home and the place they intended to open communications with, Etirath. Elvish children pat their heads as they rode through one specific town and dismounted to chat with the locals. Nathra agents had been following the caravan, numbering ten, and one stayed behind to talk treaties for the upcoming emergence of Rectherron onto the political landscape. Gurik hoped the Nathra would not be laughed at and then killed, the Elves seemed the type.
From a distance their party was small and unimportant, but upon closer inspection, armor as fine as Dwarven craft and weapons just as good were carried by the Guards, ingenious crossbows were cranked back to allow the Goblins enough stopping power with their bolts to put down a fully grown man. The Nathra could dispatch a man before he even saw them, the nine of them that remained with the party followed not too far behind, but not close enough to be spotted by anyone who would see the shining display of ten Curathon marching down the road being ridden by Goblin with crossbows and lances.
They would arrive in Etirath soon, and with them, a new era.