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It's funny... I ought to feel sad, to think of her, but I don't. Don't feel much of anything anymore, really. I suppose there's not much point to it. I have nothing. Nothing to love, nothing to hope for—so why bother?
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I know I'll never get up there, to [[Eulmore]] proper. I'll live here, stealing their scraps, and then I'll die here. That's all.|collapsed}}<br>
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{{Dialoguebox|What kind of place is this?|It's called [[the Derelicts]]—after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to.
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The buildings, the paths, the people—all forsaken, just sitting here and waiting to rot. Oh, we survive, I suppose...like maggots in a corpse, feeding on whatever carrion we scrounge from the city. But live? No.|collapsed}}
 
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Revision as of 21:02, 14 January 2021

NPC Icon.pngNunsi-Lue
  Miqo'te / Female
NPC

Zone(s): Eulmore - The Derelicts  (11.4-9.1)
Occupation: Local Guide

Hm? Did you need something?

Gender Female
Race Miqo'te
Clan Seeker of the Sun
Body Type Adult
Height
50%
(~61.4 inches)
Bust Size
50%
Jaw Option 4
Eye Shape Option 2
Iris Size Large
Eye Color
Eyebrows Option 5
Nose Option 2
Mouth Option 4
Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint




Special

50%


Special


Special

Nunsi-Lue.png
Activities
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Additional Dialogue
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What do you do here?
Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me—though she's dead now, of course.

It's funny... I ought to feel sad, to think of her, but I don't. Don't feel much of anything anymore, really. I suppose there's not much point to it. I have nothing. Nothing to love, nothing to hope for—so why bother?


I know I'll never get up there, to Eulmore proper. I'll live here, stealing their scraps, and then I'll die here. That's all.


What kind of place is this?
It's called the Derelicts—after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to.

The buildings, the paths, the people—all forsaken, just sitting here and waiting to rot. Oh, we survive, I suppose...like maggots in a corpse, feeding on whatever carrion we scrounge from the city. But live? No.

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