Oromo has glinting amber-eyes. Despite his waning age, the dusky old man has bulging, sinewy muscles under his leathery exterior, with faded diamond-patterned tattoos along his arms, neck, and torso. He wears an overlapping patchwork of black and gold dragon scale armor beneath a black silk robe, embroidered with gold luminous suns and giant dragons. A thick, dark metallic torc surrounds his neck, where a two-headed snake eats a giant ruby. Never far, is his massive golden sword he calls, the Dawnbringer, that looks even too heavy for him to carry. He claims to be a widower, though no one remembers his youth. He claims to be and a member of the Order of the Ancient Dawn, though no one has ever heard of the order, know anything of its history, or seen any other members. A veteran of many wars, no one seems to have heard of, he is a proficient battle general, master tactician, and charismatic motivator. He claims to have held a small fort with 10 men against 500 for a month. When at rest on the road, he can often be found sharing battle stories by the fire or in his tent doing calligraphy, writing endless arcane tessellated patterns on large scrolls of parchment.
The mythic blade, The Dawnbringer, was forged in aeons past by servants of the Wyrm Lords. It is believed to be pure meteoric iron forged under the withering heat of the Gold Dragon breath weapon belonging to the legendary wyrm Geldor Gangringax some 4000 years ago. It is a sword so massive that it requires a 30 strength to even wield. It has a flame-like wave pattern in the steel and a rare golden color. The weapon is magically indestructible.
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