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Name: Swamp Shaman Neeno Elnada, Warrior Priest of the Order of the Dragon Shield Race: Dwarf Guild: Cleric |
Name: Swamp Shaman Neeno Elnada, Warrior Priest of the Order of the Dragon Shield Race: Dwarf Guild: Cleric |
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Gender: Male Age: 145 Circle: 134 |
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A shadowy orb rippling with silver arcs of light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently. |
A shadowy orb rippling with silver arcs of light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently. |
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You are in good shape. |
You are in good shape. |
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Latest revision as of 13:26, 2 September 2023
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Dwarf |
| Gender | Male |
| Guild | Cleric |
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Name: Swamp Shaman Neeno Elnada, Warrior Priest of the Order of the Dragon Shield Race: Dwarf Guild: Cleric Gender: Male Age: 145 Circle: 134 You were born on the 1st day of the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 301 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
Swamp Shaman Neeno Elnada, Warrior Priest of the Order of the Dragon Shield, a Dwarven Cleric.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
You have crystal green eyes. Your grey-streaked red hair is long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in two braids. You have rosy skin and a burly build.
A miniature donkey floats lazily around your left hand, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You appear to be mature.
You have a bushy mustache and a tangled waist-length beard. Three dragons are stuck randomly into the wild mass, the scaled beasts wrought from verdant moonsilver with artfully detailed wings banded in crimson, lilac and blued moonsilver.
Your left knee has a tattoo of a cleric sitting on top of a pile of favor orbs which spell out "Get More Favors!".
A shadowy orb rippling with silver arcs of light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.
You are in good shape.