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==Abilities in Seafaring== | |||
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| bgcolor=#cccccc | '''General Ability''' | |||
| bgcolor=#cccccc | '''Description''' | |||
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| bgcolor=#000066 |<font color="white"> [[Spyglass]] is a redlink. | |||
| bgcolor=#000066 |<font color="white"> [[Leadline]] is not a redlink. | |||
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| bgcolor=#3366CC |<font color="white"> [[Spyglass]] is a redlink. | |||
| bgcolor=#3366CC |<font color="white"> [[Leadline]] is not a redlink. | |||
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| bgcolor=#77AAED |<font color="white"> [[Spyglass]] is a redlink. | |||
| bgcolor=#77AAED |<font color="white"> [[Leadline]] is not a redlink. | |||
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| bgcolor=#77AAED |[[Spyglass]] is a redlink. | |||
| bgcolor=#77AAED |[[Leadline]] is not a redlink. | |||
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Claws extended and leaping in fury, this figurehead depicts a snow tiger of the | |||
Vashnar Mountains. Crafted from fine red pine, its muscles are smooth and | |||
well-defined, while its long sabre fangs have been crafted of inlaid ivory. | |||
Carved runes cover every inch of the figurehead, particularly the protective | |||
rune of Algiz. | |||
It weighs about 200 pounds. | |||
FINE CYRENE WOODCRAFTS | |||
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Vendril is clad in a flowing, earth-brown cloak with a large hood that casts a | |||
dark shadow across his features. The cloak is a bit large on him, descending all | |||
the way to his feet and dragging across the ground as he moves about. A pair of | |||
sharp yellow eyes stare out from the shadow of the hood, never missing a detail. | |||
Vendril, Master Assassin appears to be extraordinarily strong. | |||
He weighs about 160 pounds. | |||
He is loyal to Colchis. | |||
You see nothing in it. | |||
Suspicious of visitors | |||
Vendril, Master Assassin says, "From my chambers, my well-trained eye can see | |||
all the way to Umbrin." | |||
Assassin movement: The shadows rustle. | |||
Clothed in a flowing set of dull red robes, Vorin is a small and muscular man. | |||
His robes are tied tightly around his tiny frame by a tasselled cord with a | |||
large sheath dangling at the side. A fine longsword knocks against his leg as he | |||
paces back and forth, eliciting a scowl every few minutes. His hands and eyes | |||
twitch constantly in a perpetual state of vigilance, drawing attention to his | |||
bronze skin and yellow eyes. | |||
Vorin, High Shaman appears to be extraordinarily strong. | |||
He weighs about 150 pounds. | |||
He is loyal to Colchis. | |||
Vorin, High Shaman says, "Do not disturb me. The ancestors require my attention | |||
and devotion." | |||
Siathana is dressed in a set of oversized, flowing robes of pale red. She has | |||
her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the robe is partially undone in the | |||
front, exposing her throat. Her skin is a light bronze colour with deep wrinkles | |||
and her frame is small and shrivelled from the ravages of time. | |||
Siathana, the Healer is not one to be trifled with. | |||
She weighs about 100 pounds. | |||
She is loyal to Colchis. | |||
You greet Siathana, the Healer with a sincere smile. | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "I started weaving tapestries to keep busy. You can | |||
find some of them hanging in the central halls." | |||
'' | You say, "Ah, so you could perhaps tell me about Thorlis?" | ||
Siathana, the Healer exclaims, "Thorlis could stand to learn from Frewynne. One | |||
day he will discover his mortality, but boys will be boys!" | |||
You say, "What about Frewynne?" | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "Frewynne was very ambitious and exciteable in her | |||
younger years. She has calmed herself since then." | |||
You say, "What do you think of Vorin?" | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "What ever would we do without Vorin? Only he can | |||
channel the spirits of the ancestors to give us their wisdom in times of need." | |||
3460h, 4327m, 16200e, 18570w cexk-'And Vendril? | |||
You say, "And Vendril?" | |||
Siathana, the Healer's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile. | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "Vendril is a kind and fair man. He can be a tad | |||
paranoid, though." | |||
You greet Siathana, the Healer with a sincere smile. | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "I still have my uses. From my chambers I can keep an | |||
eye on the southern waters." | |||
You greet Siathana, the Healer with a sincere smile. | |||
Siathana, the Healer says, "I pass the time lately by studying the healing | |||
qualities of different plants." | |||
Clad in scalemail armour, Thorlis is confident in his abilities with his trusty | |||
longsword. His sword jangles against his armour as he moves around, sheathed | |||
only by a strong braided cloth tied to his hip. A strong jawline is, without | |||
question, the dominating feature of his physical appearance. His youthful face | |||
shows no sign of warmth and his bright green eyes, although moving, appear cold | |||
and emotionless. | |||
Thorlis, the Warrior Chieftain appears to be extraordinarily strong. | |||
You | He weighs about 180 pounds. | ||
He is loyal to Colchis. | |||
Her red clothes peeking out from under her armour, Frewynne wears a simple suit | |||
of scalemail that covers her torso and ends in a skirt at mid-thigh. She carries | |||
a sharpened spear in her left hand, ready to jab or throw at a moment's notice. | |||
Though her entire body is well-toned, only her left arm is particularly muscled. | |||
Her head is shaved nearly bald, leaving only a long red ponytail to grow from | |||
the back of her scalp. | |||
Frewynne, the Warrior Chieftess appears to be extraordinarily strong. | |||
She weighs about 140 pounds. | |||
She is loyal to Colchis. | |||
Frewynne, the Warrior Chieftess says, "My chambers face the north waters so that | |||
I can keep an eye out for the enemy." | |||
You say, "The enemy?" | |||
Frewynne, the Warrior Chieftess says, "Our enemies, the Umbrinites, live to the | |||
north. A filthy breed." | |||
Frewynne, the Warrior Chieftess spits on the ground in disgust. | |||
You greet a weathered fisherman with a sincere smile. | |||
A weathered fisherman glances askance. | |||
A weathered fisherman says, "Have you seen my murals?" | |||
3256h, 4327m, 16200e, 18570w cexk-'Ah, you painted the murals in the fort? | |||
You say, "Ah, you painted the murals in the fort?" | |||
A weathered fisherman says, "I have painted many a mural within the fortress. | |||
View them if you like; I am happy with the work." | |||
Category: Colchis Denizens | |||
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