Ji-Mo'Lut
Ji-Mo’Lut cuts a squat, heavy silhouette against the misted swamps of Varguk, every inch of him shaped by the muck he works in. His movements look sluggish at first glance, but he slips through bog and thicket with an ease only learned by growing up waist-deep in the region’s filth. While others lose hours skirting sinkholes, he steps into places no one else dares, following half-buried trails that only he and his hound can read.
Bail the Bloodhound pads at his side—a broad-chested beast with a nose strong enough to track a wounded creature even after the rain washes the ground clean. Ji-Mo’Lut raised him from pup to partner, teaching him how to stay calm when the swamp bubbles, hisses, or tries to swallow them outright.
He makes his coin by trapping the creatures foolish enough to wander near Varguk’s huts and by gathering venom sacs and toxic roots that the locals rely on. His poisons are unpleasantly effective, and he’s one of the few in the region who can harvest them without ending up face-down in the mire. The swamp treats him like one of its own, parting just enough to let him pass while it tries to swallow everyone else.
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163 AHM
49 Years old
Children