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|guild=Empath |
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|race=Elf |
|race=Elf |
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|gender=Male |
|gender=Male |
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|location=Brother Yorgi, Herbalist |
|location=Brother Yorgi, Herbalist |
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|map=40 |
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|type=shopowner |
|type=shopowner |
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==Description== |
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Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself. |
Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself. |
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==Atmospheric Messaging== |
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* Empath Yorgi winks and says softly, "The bloodwolves came in that front window once". With a deep sigh, he glances at the scarred window frame and continues, "I lost my empathic touch that day, but my girl, she was but a wee one, so precious. Yes, the powers are gone but I've still got my daughter." |
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Latest revision as of 00:02, 28 January 2022
| Yorgi | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Empath |
| Race: | Elf |
| Gender: | Male |
| Location: | Brother Yorgi, Herbalist (Ranik Map 40) |
| Type: | shopowner |
Brother Yorgi owns an herbalist shop in Langenfirth.
Description
Dressed in green suede trousers and jerkin, the small Elven man blends in with plants and herbs filling his neat shop. A mass of untamed honey hair frames his face highlighting his tired amber eyes and pale skin. On his feet are a pair of leather boots with worn down heels and crusted with mud. He moves from pot to pot, clipping off dead leaves and humming quietly to himself.
Atmospheric Messaging
- Empath Yorgi winks and says softly, "The bloodwolves came in that front window once". With a deep sigh, he glances at the scarred window frame and continues, "I lost my empathic touch that day, but my girl, she was but a wee one, so precious. Yes, the powers are gone but I've still got my daughter."