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Thori Snorrison

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Thori Snorrison

Thori may appear prickly to most non duardin, but he is considered something of an oddity among Kharadron for his interest in other cultures and societies. He’s more open to examining the successes of other peoples than Kharadron normally are and has a driving interest in understanding the technologies of other peoples and how to adapt them to KO society. This leads him to go out among the peoples of the world more often than his fellows, and has made him a valuable point of contact for his admiral and prospective clients and trade partners.

interrogative the prisoners

Asarathu sit on the floor of his command tent in nothing but his small clothes the skull mask that hid his face normally lying on the ground abounded revealing man who handsome once before face was marred by severe burns the large one formed the symbol of the change...

Stoking the Blood Stalk

The Gardenwell stretched as far as the eye could see. A lush paradise tucked away in the otherwise savage Furyoth Dell. Massive vines scattered across the picturesque scenery, dozens of which stood tall from the ground. High above the Hyshian light shone down touching...

The line of power

They had formed a defensive circle.   This knight did not fight honourable, so much was certain. He did fancy himself one, as could be gathered from his boisterous challenges and war cries. A knight of the chalice, apparently - he still fought like a steppe savage. He...

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interrogative the prisoners

Asarathu sit on the floor of his command tent in nothing but his small clothes the skull mask that hid his face normally lying on the ground abounded revealing man who handsome once before face was marred by severe burns the large one formed the symbol of the change...

Stoking the Blood Stalk

The Gardenwell stretched as far as the eye could see. A lush paradise tucked away in the otherwise savage Furyoth Dell. Massive vines scattered across the picturesque scenery, dozens of which stood tall from the ground. High above the Hyshian light shone down touching...

The line of power

They had formed a defensive circle.   This knight did not fight honourable, so much was certain. He did fancy himself one, as could be gathered from his boisterous challenges and war cries. A knight of the chalice, apparently - he still fought like a steppe savage. He...