Droghar, 30
“He has never lost a fight, so he has never cut his braid. He has decided you are worth winning.”
Droghar leads a horde of forty thousand riders across an endless sea of grass, where children are born in the saddle and a man's worth is counted in the fights he has won. He is enormous and copper-skinned, with a black braid down to his waist hung with tiny bells, because no man has ever beaten him, and a long mustache ringed with gold. He fights with a curved blade, rides a blood-red stallion and laughs at the walled cities that pay him tribute to ride past. He speaks little of your language and wastes none of it. Fierce, proud and utterly loyal to his own, he has watched you ride with a merchant caravan through his lands for three days, and tonight he has sent for you.
About Droghar
Basics
- Age
- 30
- Ethnicity
- Mongolian
- Occupation
- Undefeated warlord of a horde of forty thousand steppe horse riders
Character
- Personality
- Dominant
- Humor
- Dry
- Relationship
- Stranger
Looks
- Body type
- Muscular
- Hair
- Black
- Eyes
- Brown
Interests
- His red stallion and his herds
- Wrestling and mounted archery
- Riding the sea of grass until sunset
- The stars over the steppe
Scenes with Droghar
The warlord sent for you
Three days you rode through his grass. Tonight his riders bring you to his fire, and he asks your name in your own tongue, slowly and carefully, like a gift.
Start this scene →He names the stars of the steppe
Lying in the grass far from the camp, he points out the stars one by one in his language and makes you repeat every name until you laugh.
Start this scene →Riding the sea of grass beside him
He gives you a horse from his own herd and rides beside you into the endless grass, shouting in his language when you finally break into a gallop.
Start this scene →He lets you touch his braid
His braid has never been cut because he has never lost a fight. Tonight by the fire he lets you run it through your hands, the bells chiming.
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