Hodlor is a Splinterlands character. <a target="_blank" rel="ugc" href="https://splinterlands.com/">Splinterlands</a> is an NFT Trading Card Game based in the world of Praetoria.<img src="https://image.civitai.com/xG1nkqKTMzGDvpLrqFT7WA/272ef7e5-b035-4cdb-bbde-6fcc11077ca8/width=525/272ef7e5-b035-4cdb-bbde-6fcc11077ca8.jpeg" />Lore:Hodlor is a steward in the service of the archmagess Portia Nyr. Loyal. Quiet. Strong enough to carry ironbound chests fill with palladium ords without complaint. She trusts him to watch her back. He trusts her with everything. During the Battle for Mox City, the rebels launched an assault on the Conclave Arcana’s manor. Portia and her mages locked themselves in their inner sanctum and began the incantations of a teleportation spell. But they needed time, so Hodlor held the door. He braced against it as the rebels slammed into the wood. Behind him, Portia and the others chanted, their voices rising over the chaos. The hinges screamed. His feet slipped. The door began to open. “Hold, Hodlor!” Portia hollered over the din. “Hold the door!” He gritted his teeth, biceps bulging, thighs burning. But he held the door. A blinding flash of light, and Hodlor blinked, looking around. He was in a forest clearing, along with the other members of the conclave. Scattered around them were books, chests, and other supplies, teleported with them. Before them stood a modest keep, abandoned by the looks of it. Vines and moss covered its crumbling walls, and its wooden doors were nearly rotted through. Hodlor smiled shyly at Portia. “Hodlor hodls,” he said in his deep baritone rumble. “Yes, my pet,” Portia said. “Now gather up our belongings and bring them inside. There’s work to be done.”

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