| Gender
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Male
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| Race
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Roegadyn
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| Clan
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Sea Wolf
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~87.4 inches)
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| Muscle Tone
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| Jaw
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Option 3
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| Eye Shape
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Option 1
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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 3
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| Nose
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Option 2
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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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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All adventurers worth their salt gather in Revenant's Toll. If you've a mind to rise above the sea of mediocrity, you've come to the right place.
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| After: The Ultimate Weapon
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For obvious reasons, Castrum Centri has been quiet of late. I don't expect it will last, but for now we can focus on fortifying the Toll.
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| After: Build on the Stone
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The Toll owes much to the generous contributions of the Elder Seedseer and the Antecedent.
Heh heh, I know you were involved too, Forename. Gave the Mogglesguard and their king what for, eh? Well done.
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| After: Through the Maelstrom
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Hah! First the Elder Seedseer favors us with provisions, and now the Admiral sees fit to do the same.
She couldn't have chosen a more opportune time. These days, between the Domans and the adventurers, the Toll feels less an outpost and more an honest-to-gods city!
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| After: When the Cold Sets In
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To think that I'd see the day when Revenant's Toll became a bustling hub for adventurers. Almost warrants giving the place a new name, wouldn't you say?
That said, the influx of visitors doesn't come without problems─for Tataru most of all, and those of us who have to give an ear to her griping.
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| After: The Parting Glass
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You're safe, thank the gods! I heard about what took place in Ul'dah─of the terrible things they say you did. Well, it goes without saying that I don't believe a word of it.
I promise to do all I can to track down your fellow Scions. Knowing that you managed to escape unscathed, I'm hopeful of the others' survival.
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| After: A Brave Resolution
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The Brass Blades that were occupying the Rising Stones suddenly up and left. It's true, then? The Scions have been cleared of all wrongdoing?
...Gods, what a relief to leave that nasty business behind! I look forward to having all the old faces back. It just isn't the same without them.
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| After: An Ending to Mark a New Beginning
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Tataru tells me all of the missing Scions have been accounted for. I imagine everyone must be feeling much better for that.
I think I can speak for all of us here at the Toll when I say we're looking forward to what the Scions do next─and we'll be happy to help in whatever way we can!
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| After: Louisoix's Finest Student
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Tataru told me of Papalymo and the sacrifice he made. “Unfortunate” doesn't begin to describe the travesty of his passing.
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| After: Endwalker
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So the Scions've disbanded. End of an era. But when one adventure ends, a new one begins—is that not so? Go out there and be the adventurer you're meant to be. When you need a break, the Rising Stones'll be here waiting—as always.
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- Affiliation
- Adventurers' Guild
- Occupation
- Marauder
- Biography
- Slafborn is a seasoned adventurer who leads his brethren in the construction of Revenant's Toll near the ruins of the camp of the same name. Chosen for his post by the Adventurers' Guild, the Sea Wolf man is an approachable and honest fellow who is best known for the aid he provided the Warrior of Light and his comrades during their rescue of the Archons from Castrum Centri. Slafborn was also instrumental in helping displaced Doman refugees adapt to their new lives in Eorzea following their long journey west. He was thus delighted by the Far Eastern dagger given him as a symbol of their friendship. He is also proud of his ability to effortlessly split boulders even after his forty-five summers.
Notes: * His name means "Sleeping Boar, Son of Red Wheat" in the Roegadyn tongue.
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Closest Aetheryte: Revenant's Toll
