Last Known Location:
Cutscene (x:0.0, y:0.0)
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Gender
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Male
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Race
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Lalafell
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Clan
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Dunesfolk
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Body Type
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Adult
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Height
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(~36.2 inches)
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Jaw
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Option 3
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Eye Shape
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Option 5
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Iris Size
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Small
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Eye Color
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Eyebrows
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Option 2
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Nose
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Option 1
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Ear Shape
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Option 1
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Mouth
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Option 1
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Ear Length
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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Weapon/Tools/Shield
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Default:
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The day the Seventh Umbral Era came knockin', a flood o' ships came flounderin' into the docks─most of 'em as if they were like to sink at any moment.
Even amidst all the gods-cursed confusion, Ahtbyrm did his level best to save those ailin' maidens. Once I seen that kind o' spirit, it were easy fer me to take a step back and devote me own time to cavortin' and carousin' with rosy-cheeked lasses. Never too old for a spot o' carousin', sonny.
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After: History Repeating
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Well, well! If it ain't wossname, the hardy lad what stood by me side when I single-handedly─well, guess it wasn't quite singlehandedly if ye were there, but who gives a wotsit?─drove that sea-spawned songstress back to the depths.
Eh? Wasn't quite how it happened, ye say? That may well be, sonny, but when ye get to be ol' Mimidoa's age, such details are quick to slip from yer noggin─'specially when there's nails what need hammerin' and winsome lasses what need carousin'. Never too old for a spot o' carousin'.
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After: Why So Sirius
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'Nother 'nitiate, eh? Well, grab yerself a hammer an' some nails. With that hells-born harlot out of our hair, it's time we got down to the things what matter.
Eh? Things like what, ye say? Fer 'nitiates like you, things like hammerin'. Fer me, things like watchin' you hammer, for one, an' carousin' with rosy-cheeked lasses. As a wise man─bugger me if I can remember 'is name─once said, ain't never too old for a spot o' carousin'.
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After: Things Are Getting Sirius
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'Member I wanted to invite yer ol' man to carousin' with the locals and a mug o' me strongest grog. But soon as I turn 'round, 'e was gone like laughter on the mornin' after! Maybe when ye grow into 'is boots, I'll show ye 'ow a real 'ero celebrates, eh?
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Live your life in the forges, you're bound to get burned. But let the flames temper your soul, and your will shall become as hard as steel.
Triple Triad Player Card
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Rules, Conditions & Fee
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Deck (Strength 17):
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MGP Rewards:
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Potential Card Rewards:
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On Challenge:
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What's that? 'Nother 'nitiate? No? Oho, why didn't ye say so sooner, lad!? Ol' Mimidoa's always lookin' fer a challenge!
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If Unavailable:
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'Nother 'nitiate, are ye? Crippled dyads? 'Fraid I can't help ye much with that, what with all these nails need hammerin'.
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On NPC Win:
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Well, bugger me if ol' Mimidoa doesn't still have it! This'll make for a rousin' tale next time I'm out carousin'-provided it sticks up here in me noggin.
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On Player Win:
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Bah! If ye ask me, this Triple Triad's just a passin' craze anyhow. The barnacle toss, the spittin' contest...now those are games for real men o' the sea!
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On Draw:
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To duel ol' Mimidoa to a draw... Ye've got some skill, Mister-ah, what was yer name again, lad?
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- Affiliation
- Limsa Lominsa
- Occupation
- Triple Triad Player, Blacksmith
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