[Doorman]
- [Doorgnoll]
- [Door Gnoll]
Aliases for [Doorman]
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Total mentions
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| Chapter | Text |
|---|---|
| 10.13 | The final chair was plush and soft. Meant for friends. It was inside a den, which was the only way Lyonette could describe a club meant for only men. She hadn’t been given a tour; they were secretive about this place, but they’d let her past a high-level [Doorman] and were plying her with snacks. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | A [Doorman] was hard at work today. Not the [Guardian of Portals]; he could sense her, though. A roaring young upstart with the stones to try and stop the Goblin King. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | That was what it meant to be a [Doorman] for the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings. However, tonight, the headquarters of the Brothers in Invrisil had thrown open their doors, and all were welcome. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | The drinks were even free. It was a celebration, even if no one was cheering. The [Doorman], who was sixty-eight years old, had a small sherry in hand. He hadn’t sipped it much; he got to that when he wasn’t on duty. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | There was only one rule you could break to make this damn party a problem, and someone had to break that singular rule. At any rate, the tension was just easing in the room when the [Doorman] got up from his seat at the entrance to the hideout. He peered through the latch at someone who’d rapped on the metal door. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | The old man had been admitting people regularly. Not just anyone; the rank-and-file of every gang didn’t get to just come in. The Brothers had invited a certain clientele list; the [Doorman] had his own discretion about troublemakers, anyways. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | The [Doorman] clicked a lock into place, and the conversation shut off again, this time with that sinking feeling in the stomach of people who knew what was coming. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | The [Doorman] hesitated. His eyes were wide. Face pale. Those who knew him and his reputation half-bared their blades. The leader of the Softfoot Collective muttered under his breath. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | Blades inched out of sheaths as the [Doorman] opened a little hatch at eye-level. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | Who was at the door? No one could see, but they heard the faintest sound of a reply in the dead-silent room. The [Doorman]’s eyes widened, and there was a flicker of light through the hatch. It illuminated his face, and he recoiled. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | Jack, John, and Ace stood behind him, and the [Doorman] pointed a twice-broken finger at the door. |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | What? Who was standing there? They listened for the sound beyond, for an attack on the impregnable door. It would hold. It was held by a [Doorman], and he was lev— |
| 10.37 GDI (Pt. 3) | The metal frame of the door went hurtling into the base as the [Doorman] howled in agony, leaving a trail of black flames behind it. It nearly crushed a pair of [Rogues], who leapt out of the way just in time as it turned their table and chairs to splinters. |