Enoch Elmstone
Dr Enoch Elmstone
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
It is hard to tell his physique as he does not show any of his skin from the nose up. On occasion when Enoch is not wearing his trench coat, you can discern that he is not frail. However, he is not nearly as muscular as many of his other kin, Enoch is uncommonly wiry for a Sobakkan.
While Sobakkans come in varying shapes in sizes, Enoch is far more wolfish in appearance than normal Sobakkans. It is common in more husky looking Sobakkans to have 2 different coloured eyes. His fur is a thick peppered grey that he typically slicks back on his mane.
Identifying Characteristics
The most obvious identifiable feature of Enoch is his worn brown leather trench coat and hat. Enoch possess prick type ears, that commonly shift to areas of intrigue (be it people, sounds, or things that may not be visible). Enoch's snout is long and wolfish, his teeth are white and sharp. It is not common for Enoch to not have his mouth covered, but when he eats it is clear to see deep withered scars along his snout and lips. It is common to catch Enoch reading on his lonesome when out in the field.
Enoch is an Ironton scholar, known for his late night digs, and interest in the past. He is quiet and keeps to himself most times, but when he speaks he is remarkably charming.
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Alignment
N/A
Age
Aprx 47
Date of Birth
N/A
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
heterochromia (pale blue and steely grey)
Hair
Peppered Grey
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Furry
Height
Aprx 6ft
Weight
Aprx 190lbs
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A Chance Encounter
Prologue
Enoch arrives in Thalarasa a week early for his assignment. He reads over the notes scrawled in his moleskin book about his assignment as the train begins to screech to a halt. He gathers his items from the train as it comes to a complete stop. Enoch steps from the train onto the sun-worn wooden deck amidst a flood of fellow passengers. The town is a dust bowl, full of folks blown in like tumbleweed seeking their fortune in the mining industry. A common practice for those in the seek of wealth at the cost of the heritage of these spaces. Thalrasa is bustling in the dry heat of the morning as folk start to head out for a long day of work in the hot desert sun. It has been quite a time since Enoch has traveled into the desert lands to work on the digs. As the sand shifts across his brown leather boots he reminisces of his younger days working on his thesis with his colleagues. Enoch carries his brown leather trench coat over his shoulders as he walks his way through Thalrasa's early morning bustle. His rough spun cotton shirt flows loosely from his fur with each gust of wind that snakes its way through the corridors of huts and shops. His contact made mention the Grumpy Boar is a location of interest for the assignment. Enoch continues to wade his way through the crowd, his ears perked at the sounds of the many peddlers trying to sell their wares to the outgoing work force. The smells around him are pungent and vary as the many different folk pass him by.
As he continues to wade through the hustle of Thalrasa, he sees the tavern ahead. It is nearly unmissable with its sand sculpted boar painted bright red, with a gold nugget placed in its mouth right out front. Enoch pushes the set of swing doors as he enters the Grumpy Boar. The tavern is dark with a dry heat, not only from the heat of the hearth but the dry winds from the streets pierce there way through the slatted window blinds. The ceiling is made of hardwood with large bronze chandeliers hanging from the ceiling housing jars of fire to illuminate the room. Right near the entrance sits the bar. The bar is made of stone and hardwood with many kegs lined up in a row behind the large burly Sahalian bar keep. The back stone wall has been intricately dug out to make stone shelving, full of many different spirits. Above the bar sits the name sake of the inn, a large boar head mounted on a large slab of stone. Enoch approaches the large Sahalian man who is cleaning glasses with a white rag, his back turned to the inn.
Enoch says hello to the man politely in Sahalian, and nods his head in courtesy.
The man turns and responds in Sahalian, speaking rather quickly. Enoch catches parts of it but not all.
Enoch responds in common: "My apologies that is as far as my Sahalian goes."
The inn keep chuckles
Enoch removes his worn leather hat, his matted pepper grey fur is slicked backwards. "I am looking to rent a room for the week, do you have any availability?"
The inn keep puts his glass and rag down on the back counter. "Aye, we have room if you've got the coin." His accent is thick but his common is good. The inn keeps hands Enoch a sheet of paper with the inn rates, including his meals. Enoch looks it over and places his gold pieces on the table. The inn keep takes the pieces and bites them. "Looks good to me." The man bends over and pulls a rusted metal key from under the counter and hands it to Enoch. "Room is yours for the week. The room nearest to the left of the stairs is yours. Just don't go making a mess of it, things are heated enough around here. Don't need more of you city folk meddling with the locals."
Enoch takes the key from the inn keep and nods his head in courtesy. "Noted." Enoch gathers himself and heads up stairs to his room. The rusted key slides in the nearest room to the left with ease and the heavy wooden door opens.
The room is small with a wooden framed bed and a small wooden dresser. The room has a tiny window facing the bustling street, Enoch places his coat on the bed and closes the door. He sits in the middle of the room cross-legged and begins to breathe deeply. The cowl around his mouth sucks in and out as his chest slowly lifts and falls. He begins to mumble to himself in what sounds like a conversation with others.
he mutters quietly. "Where might she be now?" "Hold post in location then." "Eyes on door, spot danger." "Vantage point on roof." "View street entrances." Enoch maintains his sitting position for a few hours and rises slowly as his stomach rumbles. He grabs a brown leather book from his coat pocket, the words scrawled by hand in Sobakkan. He ventures his way downstairs and orders his meal. He scopes out the room finding a space that has sight to all entry and exit points of the inn and sits. His meal comes to the table, he nods and says "thank you" in Sahalian. He sits back and begins to read his book.
His routine maintains the same for the next few days. Nothing of interest occurs as he waits to make contact. He reads over his journal again and mouths his objective "make contact" "weeks time Thalarasa" "Alexandrite". Who is he to question why such a high ranking Ironton official would want to make contact with a young Sahlia, when the gold pays this well and comes from the hand of those folk Enoch tends to keep those questions to himself.
As Enoch sits in the tavern reading his book he hears a voice pierce his mind.
"Spotted" the voice says.
Enoch perks up and prepares himself to make contact with the target, the young Alexandrite, Selcis Bayt.
