Stats: http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=11226<br/><br/><em>You see a hobgoblin of average height for race, with skin more red than the normal yellow.  Unlike the heavy armor they normally favor, he wears only a chain shirt, with a gray cloak, backpack, and well-made pants tucked into sturdy boots.  A warhammer is clutched in one hand with practiced ease, and claws are visible on the fingers of the other.  He returns your gaze with an arrogant sneer, and speaks words of arcane power...</em><br/><br/>Hrogzar's family history was a cycle of rulership and ostracization from their clan; whether celebrated for the strength and magic their dragons' blood gave them, or outcast for their freakish appearance and worship of the dragon goddess instead of the goblinoid pantheon, they've never been able to blend into the crowd as rank and file soldiers.  Unfortunately, those days are gone; Hrogzar is the last of his line, and he is an exile, on the run for his life after his father's failed attempt at a coup to retake leadership.  Dodging hunting parties of his own people and adventurers of the "civilized" races, he's made his way to the Caverns of Chaos, hoping to hide, and rebuild his power for a chance to return in glory.