| Zone
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Sublocation
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Coordinates
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Map
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| Upper La Noscea
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Memeroon's Trading Post
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(x:31.1, y:24.1)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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Dawn's Respite
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(x:7, y:6.4)
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Map
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| Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks
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Anchor Yard
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(x:7.5, y:14.8)
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Map
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| Mor Dhona
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Rowena's House of Splendors
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(x:21.9, y:7.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.2, y:6)
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Map
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| Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
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Sapphire Avenue Exchange
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(x:14, y:10.8)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.2, y:6.1)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.1, y:6)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.7, y:6.1)
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Map
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| Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks
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Hawkers' Round
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(x:7.3, y:12)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6, y:6.2)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.2, y:6.3)
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Map
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| The Fringes
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Castrum Oriens (The Fringes)
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(x:8.6, y:11.4)
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Map
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| The Rising Stones
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(x:6.3, y:6)
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Map
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| The Fringes
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Castrum Oriens (The Fringes)
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(x:8.6, y:11.4)
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Map
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| Gender
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Male
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| Race
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Hyur
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| Clan
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Midlander
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~68.9 inches)
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| Muscle Tone
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| Jaw
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Option 1
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| Eye Shape
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Option 4
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| Iris Size
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Large
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| Eye Color
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| Eyebrows
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Option 6
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| Nose
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Option 6
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| Mouth
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Option 1
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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| Gender
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Male
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| Race
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Hyur
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| Clan
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Midlander
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~68.9 inches)
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| Muscle Tone
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| Jaw
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Option 1
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| Eye Shape
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Option 4
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| Iris Size
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Large
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| Eye Color
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| Eyebrows
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Option 6
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| Nose
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Option 6
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| Mouth
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Option 1
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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Seein' this lass sure brings back memories. I was jus' sharin' a couple o' juicy secrets with her.
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I dunno if you know, but durin' that godsdamned feast, F'lhaminn got ambushed by some 3rd Unit curs over in Limsa. I'm told she danced free o' their noose, though. Ain't heard nothin' since, but my guess is she's lyin' low somewhere in the port...
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Things are heatin' up in Ala Mhigo, but we can't afford to lose track o' the trouble what might be brewin' in the rest o' the realm. Don't you worry though! I'll be keepin' an ear to the ground, me nose in the air, an' one eye on the horizon!
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| Default:
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Don't you worry about ol' Riol─let him worry about you. I'm keepin' my ears to the ground, havin' 'em listen for anythin' an' everythin' what might cause us trouble. I'll not suffer any more knives in the dark. Save ours, that is.
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| After: The Primary Agreement
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We gathered what scraps of intelligence we could─meself from within Eorzea, an' Alphinaud from his Far Eastern sources─but there's a limit to what a bloke can learn about the Empire from outside its borders.
Still, I'd never think to invite meself aboard an imperial bloody airship! 'Twas impulsive. Reckless. Ye've got to admire the lad's style!
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I thought things couldn't get any worse when the Garleans were gearin' up for war. Then word reached me the Scions were in trouble... We need to find that beacon, an' find it quick.
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I'm holdin' the fort. Someone needs to keep an eye on the Empire after all.
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| Default:
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Together with the Eorzean and Eastern alliances, we've been wagin' our war o' subterfuge in the Empire. Thancred's left big shoes to fill, but I try to fill 'em as best I can.
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| After: Shadowbringers
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Our war o' subterfuge is movin' along well enough, but we often find ourselves wantin' for Thancred and Alphinaud's expertise.
Wish they'd hurry up and get their arses back over here...
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Our war o' subterfuge is movin' along well enough, but we often find ourselves wantin' for Thancred and Alphinaud's expertise.
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Wish they'd hurry up and get their arses back over here...
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| Default:
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We've been receivin' some worryin' intelligence on the Empire, but with the place in a shambles as it is, it's takin' longer'n usual to verify the facts. I suggest ye rest up in the meantime.
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| Default:
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While Thancred an' Urianger are off to old Garlemald, I'll keep the information flowin' freely between us an' the Alliance. After all, close coordination's the key to winnin' this war.
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I've been keepin' me good eye on the towers and tellin' others to do the same. 'Course, I don't mean just us Scions. I've got a whole network of scouts to keep me informed.
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- Affiliation
- Company of Heroes, Crystal Braves, Scions of the Seventh Dawn
- Biography
- Riol is a man of the Midlander clan who once numbered amongst the famed Company of Heroes. His role was chiefly reconnaissance, and when the sellswords set out to defeat the primal Titan, it was he who discovered a hidden means into the kobolds' rocky stronghold. After the Calamity, Riol briefly worked as a freelancer, covertly imparting his knowledge to the Warrior of Light and his allies when Titan was again summoned unto the realm.
| Heavensward
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| With the Crystal Braves, Riol led a unit tasked with the gathering of intelligence. He was proficient in this capacity, and took the initiative to track a suspicious trail of coin flowing into the company. After the Braves disbanded, Riol joined the Scions, where he continues putting to good use the myriad skills he has accrued over his thirty-seven summers.
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Noble intent aside, Riol also enjoys gambling—and is so practiced at cheating that folk seldom notice, if ever.
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Closest Aetheryte: Castrum Oriens
