| Gender
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Female
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| Race
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Au Ra
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| Clan
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Xaela
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~62.4 inches)
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| Bust Size
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| Jaw
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Option 2
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| Eye Shape
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Option 3
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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 1
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| Nose
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Option 5
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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| Lip Color
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| Lip Shade
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Light
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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Weapon/Tools/Shield
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| Gender
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Female
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| Race
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Au Ra
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| Clan
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Xaela
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~62.4 inches)
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| Bust Size
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| Jaw
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Option 2
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| Eye Shape
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Option 3
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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 1
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| Nose
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Option 5
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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| Lip Color
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| Lip Shade
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Light
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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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I gave you leave to come and go as you like. So go.
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| After: A Final Peace
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You are returned. For what purpose? To wait until the Naadam as part of a stratagem? Hah! Do as you will...but know I will come for you first.
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| After: In Crimson They Walked
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Why do you tarry? The next battle lies to the south. Make ready and call for us. I grow impatient.
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| After: The Die Is Cast
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It was a good battle, but ultimately unsatisfying. The ironmen's machines make for poor sport, so repetitive and predictable their attacks. Victory was never in doubt.
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| After: Stormblood
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I have heard tell of the great battle of Ala Mhigo. Another land once ruled by the ironmen, now free.
Soil is like blood. Easily claimed, easily lost. But in such battles our souls burn bright, and that is enough.
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| After: A Requiem for Heroes
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What is this I hear of the khagan being defeated in battle by hands other than mine? I can but imagine the strength of this adversary, but you would do well not to fall a second time.
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| After: Reflections in Crystal
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Khagan! Is there no news of the ironmen? You promised us glorious battles, but of late there has been nothing of the sort! How are our souls supposed to shine?
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| Default:
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So, when do we fight!?
My soul yearns for the battlefield. I cannot stand this waiting.
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| After: A Trip to the Moon
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Ahaha! Our last battle was one for the ages! Rarely has my soul burned so brightly!
Though many of the ironmen are mind-addled, they will be fit to fight again one day, yes? I will be waiting to grant them all warrior's deaths! If that is, you do not object.
That reminds me...many of the female warriors hailing from other lands have offered me gifts─“linking pearls” or some such. Have you any insight?
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| Default:
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Bwahahaha! Truly, you have the look of one who has fought a great battle, and lived to tell the tale!
We Dotharl take heart that such worthy opponents can yet be found, even if they lie at heavens' edge. In preparation for such a foe, we will train more diligently than ever before.
Since your journey to distant stars, that preening fool Magnai has done naught but stare at the moon. I know not what thoughts go through that ugly head, nor do I much care, but it bothers me all the same.
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| Default:
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Standing atop an enormous edifice to cast their eyes down upon their dominion... These Telophoroi and the Oronir have much in common, yet even Magnai and his ilk would not stoop to stealing the minds of their subjects and enemies.
When the time comes to storm their stronghold, I shall lead the charge and leave naught but ash in my wake!
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| Default:
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You have the smell of death about you. Not from killing, but mourning.
I have seen the passing of many souls, and I know the traces they leave behind.
The scent of death is still fresh on you. It cannot be washed away, but fades in time.
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| Default:
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It was a grave error not to post sentries farther from the camp. Had we seen the Garleans sooner, we could have slain them long before the truce was called.
They engaged us of their own free will, and deserved to die warrior's deaths. Even so, I have not forgotten why we are here, and I will stay my hand...for now.
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I care not for the ironmen or their troubles. It is the destiny of the weak to die in ignominy.
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Even so, I will do as I have agreed. I volunteered to join this band at Cirina's request, and if she thinks it a worthy cause, that is reason enough.
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Though we hail from different tribes, our bond has grown strong of late. She is much better company on a hunt than any of the Steppe's oafish men could dream to be.
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| After: Gateway of the Gods
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Ahaha! Our last battle was one for the ages! Rarely has my soul burned so brightly!
Though many of the ironmen are mind-addled, they will be fit to fight again one day, yes? I will be waiting to grant them all warrior's deaths! If that is, you do not object.
That reminds me...many of the female warriors hailing from other lands have offered me gifts—“linking pearls” or some such. Have you any insight?
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- Affiliation
- Dotharl Tribe
- Occupation
- Thaumaturge
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