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|guild=Bard |
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|race=Halfling |
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|gender=Male |
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|location=Shard |
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|type=guild leader |
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=Macfrae Gluomliever= |
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Other guildleaders have said that something in Macfrae's past haunts him. |
Other guildleaders have said that something in Macfrae's past haunts him. |
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==Description== |
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==Appearance, when active== |
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You see Guildleader Macfrae Gluomliever, a [[Halfling]] Bard.<br> |
You see Guildleader Macfrae Gluomliever, a [[Halfling]] [[Bard]].<br> |
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He has brooding grey eyes, a mass of bushy red hair held back by an intricate braid, and rosy skin.<br> |
He has brooding grey eyes, a mass of bushy red hair held back by an intricate braid, and rosy skin.<br> |
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He is clean shaven.<br> |
He is clean shaven.<br> |
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He is wearing a midnight blue woolen coat bearing the Bards' Guild crest in silver on one sleeve, a pair of white velvet gloves, a polished and engraved silver whiskey flask, a hammered silver hair-ring, a long-sleeved shirt of pale blue linen secured with small silver buttons, a pair of dark blue woolen trousers, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a silver flute case. |
He is wearing a midnight blue woolen coat bearing the Bards' Guild crest in silver on one sleeve, a pair of white velvet gloves, a polished and engraved silver whiskey flask, a hammered silver hair-ring, a long-sleeved shirt of pale blue linen secured with small silver buttons, a pair of dark blue woolen trousers, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a silver flute case. |
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==Appearance |
==Appearance== |
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Macfrae is about average height for a Halfling, with a bushy mass of bright red hair and brooding grey eyes. Unlike other Halflings, Macfrae hardly ever smiles, instead remaining scowling into an ever-present cup of beer. Dressed in dark blues and wielding his flute like a sword, the red-nosed fellow looks as if he has completely surrendered to the muse of melancholy, permanently caught in a downward spiral of dreary ballads about loves lost, or loves soon to be lost. |
Macfrae is about average height for a Halfling, with a bushy mass of bright red hair and brooding grey eyes. Unlike other Halflings, Macfrae hardly ever smiles, instead remaining scowling into an ever-present cup of beer. Dressed in dark blues and wielding his flute like a sword, the red-nosed fellow looks as if he has completely surrendered to the muse of melancholy, permanently caught in a downward spiral of dreary ballads about loves lost, or loves soon to be lost. |
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==[[Bard]] Introduction Speech== |
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[[category:NPCs]] |
[[category:NPCs]] |
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Revision as of 12:58, 2 October 2008
| Macfrae | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Bard |
| Race: | Halfling |
| Gender: | Male |
| Location: | Shard |
| Type: | guild leader |
Macfrae Gluomliever
Other guildleaders have said that something in Macfrae's past haunts him.
Description
You see Guildleader Macfrae Gluomliever, a Halfling Bard.
He has brooding grey eyes, a mass of bushy red hair held back by an intricate braid, and rosy skin.
He is clean shaven.
He is holding a gold-edged envelope in his left hand.
He is wearing a midnight blue woolen coat bearing the Bards' Guild crest in silver on one sleeve, a pair of white velvet gloves, a polished and engraved silver whiskey flask, a hammered silver hair-ring, a long-sleeved shirt of pale blue linen secured with small silver buttons, a pair of dark blue woolen trousers, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a silver flute case.
Appearance
Macfrae is about average height for a Halfling, with a bushy mass of bright red hair and brooding grey eyes. Unlike other Halflings, Macfrae hardly ever smiles, instead remaining scowling into an ever-present cup of beer. Dressed in dark blues and wielding his flute like a sword, the red-nosed fellow looks as if he has completely surrendered to the muse of melancholy, permanently caught in a downward spiral of dreary ballads about loves lost, or loves soon to be lost.