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=== Barbarian Guildleader Anhh'shre === |
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|status=y |
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|guild=Barbarian |
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|gender=Female |
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|race=S'Kra Mur |
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|location=Ratha |
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|map=90 |
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|type=guild leader |
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==Description== |
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Guild: [[Barbarian]]<br> |
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| ⚫ | Anhh'shre studies you with flashing ice-blue eyes, folding her arms languidly across her chest and affecting an air of boredom. In the dim light, her muscles ripple beneath taut black scales, her minimal armor a testament to her abilities in combat or, perhaps, a subtle suggestion that few folk have considered it wise to take her on in the first place. Surprisingly slender hands toy idly with the buckle of an ornate knife belt cinched tightly around her hips as she contemplates you in silence. |
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Sex: Female<br> |
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Race: [[:Category:S'Kra Mur|S'Kra Mur]]<br> |
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Known Relatives: none<br> |
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Location: Barbarian Guild, Great Hall, Ratha |
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| ⚫ | Anhh'shre studies you with flashing ice-blue eyes, folding her arms languidly across her chest and affecting an air of boredom. In the dim light, her muscles ripple beneath taut black scales, her minimal armor a testament to her abilities in combat or, perhaps, a subtle suggestion that few folk have considered it wise to take her on in the first place. Surprisingly slender hands toy idly with the buckle of an ornate knife belt cinched tightly around her hips as she contemplates you in silence. |
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[[Category:Barbarian]][[Category:S'Kra Mur]][[Category:Guild Leaders]][[Category:Alive]] |
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Revision as of 23:31, 25 October 2008
| Anhh'shre | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Barbarian |
| Race: | S'Kra Mur |
| Gender: | Female |
| Location: | Ratha (Ranik Map 90) |
| Type: | guild leader |
Description
Anhh'shre studies you with flashing ice-blue eyes, folding her arms languidly across her chest and affecting an air of boredom. In the dim light, her muscles ripple beneath taut black scales, her minimal armor a testament to her abilities in combat or, perhaps, a subtle suggestion that few folk have considered it wise to take her on in the first place. Surprisingly slender hands toy idly with the buckle of an ornate knife belt cinched tightly around her hips as she contemplates you in silence.