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{{Personaggio
| Nome = Rhogoro
| Titoli = [[Khalakka]]
| Apparizioni = [[A Game of Thrones]]
}}

[[Rhogoro]] è figlio del [[Khal]] [[Dothraki|dothraki]] [[Moro]] e suo [[Khalakka|khalakka]].<ref name="AGOT03">[[AGOT03]]</noinclude>


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== Resoconto biografico ==

Verso la fine del [[297]] si trova a [[Pentos]], e assieme a suo padre [[Khal]] [[Moro]] partecipa alla grande festa nella magione di [[Drogo]] in cui questi incontra per la prima volta [[Daenerys Targaryen]].<ref name="AGOT03" />

== Famiglia e genealogia ==

<table style="border-collapse:collapse;">
{{Genealogia
| Quantità = 9 | Arg1 = C | Arg2 = A | Arg3 = H | Arg4 = A | Arg5 = C | Arg6 = A | Arg7 = H | Arg8 = A | Arg9 = C | Nome2 = ??? | Nome4 = ??? | Nome6 = ??? | Nome8 = ???}}
{{Genealogia | Quantità = 8 | Arg1 = E | Arg2 = C | Arg3 = I | Arg4 = F | Arg5 = C | Arg6 = I | Arg7 = C | Arg8 = E}}
{{Genealogia | Quantità = 15 | Arg1 = D | Arg2 = C | Arg3 = B | Arg4 = A | Arg5 = O | Arg6 = G | Arg7 = G | Arg8 = H | Arg9 = G | Arg10 = G | Arg11 = O | Arg12 = A | Arg13 = B | Arg14 = C | Arg15 = D | Nome4 = [[Moro]] | Nome12 = ???}}
{{Genealogia | Quantità = 5 | Arg1 = F | Arg2 = D | Arg3 = I | Arg4 = D | Arg5 = F}}
{{Genealogia | Quantità = 5 | Arg1 = F | Arg2 = B | Arg3 = A | Arg4 = B | Arg5 = F | Nome3 = [[Rhogoro]]}}
</table>

== Note ==
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Lord dei Pan di Stelle - Lord Comandante dei Peluche

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real... for a moment at least... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.
Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot.
Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.

 

[George R. R. Martin]


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Inviato il 21 novembre 2013 19:00

Ok.

 

Ma non appartiene all'organizzazione "dothraki"? (Idem per Moro.)



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Inviato il 21 novembre 2013 23:40 Autore

I Dothraki non sono un'organizzazione, al massimo un'etnia... <img alt=" />

 

Uppo.


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Lord dei Pan di Stelle - Lord Comandante dei Peluche

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real... for a moment at least... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.
Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot.
Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.

 

[George R. R. Martin]

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