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Zok

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Fighter

Zok

Level 5·Male·Medium
Lawful evil

Species

Hobgoblin

Appearance

Zok is a compact, broad-shouldered hobgoblin whose body has been hardened by high-altitude campaigns. His weathered plate armor is dented at the knees and shoulders, its iron darkened by soot, old blood, and mountain salt. He moves with unnerving economy, never taking a step that does not improve his position. His left ear is split from the tip to the lobe, and a pale scar runs from his lower lip to his jaw. Frost gathers in the black bristles along his cheeks during the worst blizzards. The contradictory impression he leaves is that of a siege engine wearing the careful manners of a clerk: massive, grim, and yet meticulous about brushing snow from his boots before entering a tent.

Height6 feet 2 inches
BuildDense and powerful, with a low center of gravity and the thick forearms of a veteran shield fighter.
EyesBurnished copper, with a faint green ring around the left iris
HairCoarse black hair cropped close to the scalp, with a single white streak above the right temple.
SkinMuted brick-red with darker maroon patches across the knuckles, ears, and brow.

Low, clipped, and controlled. Zok rarely raises his voice, because his soldiers are trained to listen for small changes in his tone.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilLawful evil

Distinguishing Features

A split left ear stitched with copper wire.

A square iron shield marked with five vertical tally cuts.

A thin scar from the lower lip to the jaw.

A habit of keeping one gauntlet polished while the rest of his armor remains battered.

His footprints are unusually deliberate, each heel placed exactly in the previous track when he is thinking.

Voice

A restrained baritone with a dry rasp, like gravel swept across iron. When speaking to frightened soldiers, his voice becomes almost warm, which makes his battlefield commands feel more dangerous rather than less.

Clothing

Weather-stained plate armor over layered charcoal wool, a red-brown officer's sash tucked beneath the breastplate, iron-clasped gloves, fur-lined boots, and a gray scarf wrapped tightly around his throat.

Body Language

Zok stands squarely even on unstable ground, keeping his shield angled toward the most dangerous opponent. He turns his head before his eyes, as though checking the whole battlefield through habit. When irritated, he taps two fingers against the rim of his shield in a steady marching rhythm.

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