<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Gori.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Gori<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Ruins<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gori led the way, his steady feet traversing over the broken stones of the walkway as he bee-lined straight for the ruins. His short and stubby legs kept up a steady pace even on the incline and he was soon the first to reach the beginnings of a wall and gate. He stopped then and looked up at the ruin - some sort of Keep, he thought, based on size and location and lack of space for a village - either inside or outside the walls. And certainly man made. Well, some one other then Dwarves had made the place. You could tell by the seams and mortar and the fact that the place had fallen into ruin after years of neglect. There was no saying how old the place was but judging by the rubble covered in vines and other growth, it had been a few hundred years or so.<br/><br/>Gori's calloused hand patted the stonework as he shook his head. "Well, I'm still the first Dwarf here." He mused, murmuring his thoughts aloud before unsheathing his Battle-Ax, its well worn blade showing a few nicks despite its Dwarven craftsmanship. "Into the Breach we go!" Gori states, anyone nearby able to hear him, before he propels himself through the gap in the wall where he assumed the gate used to be, Ax at the ready for whatever came at him.