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|status=y |
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==Appearance== |
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|guild=Barbarian |
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|race=Dwarf |
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|gender=Female |
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|location=Hibarnhvidar |
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|map=116b |
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|type=guild leader |
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==Description== |
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Stumara is fairly tall for a female Dwarf, standing a inch or two over five feet. A few polished steel threads are woven through her beard, matching the bright steel armbands above each of her biceps. A simple leather jerkin bearing the scars and stains of years of use in the forge and bar fits her perfectly -- both in body and attitude. The belt supporting her trousers also supports a simple axe harness, holding the deadly weapon within easy reach. |
Stumara is fairly tall for a female Dwarf, standing a inch or two over five feet. A few polished steel threads are woven through her beard, matching the bright steel armbands above each of her biceps. A simple leather jerkin bearing the scars and stains of years of use in the forge and bar fits her perfectly -- both in body and attitude. The belt supporting her trousers also supports a simple axe harness, holding the deadly weapon within easy reach. |
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She tilts her head and looks back at you with a friendly grin quirking her lips and filling her dark eyes. Of course, she has a drink in her hand. If she didn't, that grin might not be showing. |
She tilts her head and looks back at you with a friendly grin quirking her lips and filling her dark eyes. Of course, she has a drink in her hand. If she didn't, that grin might not be showing. |
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[[Category:Human]][[Category:GMNPCs]][[Category:Barbarian]][[Category:Alive]] |
Latest revision as of 22:28, 10 June 2015
Stumara | |
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Status: | Alive |
Guild: | Barbarian |
Race: | Dwarf |
Gender: | Female |
Location: | Hibarnhvidar (Ranik Map 116b) |
Type: | guild leader |
Description
Stumara is fairly tall for a female Dwarf, standing a inch or two over five feet. A few polished steel threads are woven through her beard, matching the bright steel armbands above each of her biceps. A simple leather jerkin bearing the scars and stains of years of use in the forge and bar fits her perfectly -- both in body and attitude. The belt supporting her trousers also supports a simple axe harness, holding the deadly weapon within easy reach.
She tilts her head and looks back at you with a friendly grin quirking her lips and filling her dark eyes. Of course, she has a drink in her hand. If she didn't, that grin might not be showing.