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|name=K'miriel Lystrandoniel |
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|status=y |
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|guild=Empath |
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|race=Elothean |
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|gender=Female |
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|location=Shard |
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|map=67 |
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|type=guild leader |
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|relat=Litreni, Xonei |
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==Description== |
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==Trading Card Description== |
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Guild: [[Empath]]<br> |
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K'miriel sits on a large cushion of purple and grey, her trousered legs crossed gracefully beneath her. Though her hair is silvered, the serene expression and soft smile belie her age, and nearly conceal the small lines of pain creasing her eyes. Nearby, a small fountain stands on a wooden table. |
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Sex: Female<br> |
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Race: [[Elothean]]<br> |
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Known Relatives: [[Litreni]] (mother), [[K'Xonei]] (sister)<br> |
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Location: [[Stormwill Tower, Empath Guild of Shard]] |
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[[Category:Empath Khalo| ]] |
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As K'miriel talks with the members of her guild, age and pain drop away from her animated face. During quiet moments, they return, etching deep lines of sorrow and suffering. She loves her work and her guild, but the price of such love is clear. |
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[[Category:Empath]][[Category:Elothean]][[Category:Guild Leaders]][[Category:Alive]][[Category:NPCs]] |
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Latest revision as of 01:55, 16 January 2014
| K'miriel Lystrandoniel | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Empath |
| Race: | Elothean |
| Gender: | Female |
| Location: | Shard (Ranik Map 67) |
| Type: | guild leader |
| Relatives: | Litreni, Xonei |
Description
K'miriel Lystrandoniel is a tall Elothean woman with long shimmering silver hair and crystal blue eyes. She is wearing a soft purple blouse over black linen trousers.
Trading Card Description
K'miriel sits on a large cushion of purple and grey, her trousered legs crossed gracefully beneath her. Though her hair is silvered, the serene expression and soft smile belie her age, and nearly conceal the small lines of pain creasing her eyes. Nearby, a small fountain stands on a wooden table.