Ferrod Vayeth the Champion of Warfare

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Description

Standing before is a dark-skinned, 6 foot tall male Human. His dark-black
hair is long and hangs messily about his face, which only seems to contrast
against his almost heavily tanned skin. His eyes too are nearly black in
colour, but the whites around them are covered in red veins. Looking down at
his mouth you notice it seems to twitch in and out of a lopsided grin.
Glancing away from his face, you see his body is quite long and wiry in
stature. Whilst not as solid as his human brothers, you see he is not weak.
What little bulk he has is tightly wound and knotted muscle, clearly defined
on his lean body.

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Score

Level	47	Sex	male	Race	human
Ethos	Chaotic	Align	Evil	Class	warrior
Practices	0	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	382240	To Level	14060	Sphere	Deception
Age middle-aged, 36 years old (137 hours)
Hit Points	821	Mana	463	Movement	735
Strength	20	Intelligence	19	Wisdom	20
Dexterity	23	Constitution	18	Charisma	17
Carry #	0/37	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	19	Copper	60
Wimpy	425	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	11	Damroll	15

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	7500
Experience from Skill improvements	15457
Experience from Exploration	1100
Experience from Quests	15625
Experience from Commerce	870

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Fri Sep 21 03:35:02 2007
Quests Completed	14
Exploration Points Found	6
Bonus Experience from Immortals	1200
(WANTED) Criminal	5 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	26 %
% of lifetime in the cities	18 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %
% of lifetime caballed	62 %

Class Specifics

Weapon Specializations

Dagger

Whip and Flail

Legacies

Whispers of the Great Siege

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	106
# of logins without their cabal item	7
# of logouts with their cabal item	104
# of logouts without their cabal item	3
# of times they lost their cabal item	13
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	14
# of times they took another cabal item	1

Edges

Boneblade Affinity
Urbanite
Lucky
Exploit Hobbling
Battle Tested
Wise Recovery
Dove of Spring Dawn
Hawk of Summer Afternoon
Eagle of Autumn Evening
Owl of Winter Night
Matador's Timing

Timeline

Tue Oct 2 04:01:08 2007 at level 20 (16 hrs):
Ferrod advanced to level 20 <PK: 10-3>

Sun Oct 21 08:11:24 2007 at level 27 (51 hrs):
Inducted into BATTLE by Yean.

Sun Oct 21 20:09:44 2007 at level 30 (53 hrs):
Ferrod advanced to level 30 <PK: 15-6>

Thu Nov 1 07:28:19 2007 at level 40 (92 hrs):
Ferrod advanced to level 40 <PK: 36-7>

Title History

Mon Oct 1 18:51:03 2007, level 19 (13 hrs):
Ferrod the Armsman, Village Applicant

Sun Oct 14 10:03:10 2007, level 26 (39 hrs):
Ferrod Vayeth the Vanguard, Village Applicant

Skill List

Level 1	axe	99%
Level 1	dagger	100%
Level 1	flail	100%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	polearm	81%
Level 1	spear	87%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	staff	97%
Level 1	whip	100%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	100%
Level 1	parry	100%
Level 1	rescue	75%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	100%
Level 2	elbow	1%
Level 2	metal armor use	100%
Level 2	light armor use	94%
Level 3	dirt kicking	91%
Level 4	aim	97%
Level 4	knee	1%
Level 5	second attack	100%
Level 6	fast healing	97%
Level 8	kick	84%
Level 10	disarm	92%
Level 10	feint	1%
Level 12	third attack	100%
Level 12	dual wield	100%
Level 13	dodge	100%
Level 14	haggle	75%
Level 14	pierce	1%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	trip	96%
Level 15	shield cleave	75%
Level 15	pugil	1%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 16	charge	1%
Level 17	thrust	1%
Level 18	berserk	82%
Level 18	lash	92%
Level 19	slice	1%
Level 20	warcry	87%
Level 20	sting	1%
Level 20	bludgeon	87%
Level 20	stab	100%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	lore	77%
Level 21	retreat	75%
Level 23	offhand disarm	77%
Level 23	underhand	100%
Level 23	poultice	70%
Level 24	evade	79%
Level 24	strip	90%
Level 25	drive	75%
Level 25	hamstring	100%
Level 26	eyejab	81%
Level 27	parting blow	88%
Level 27	artery	100%
Level 27	choke	96%
Level 28	double block	83%

Skill List

Level 30	fourth attack	95%
Level 30	twist	100%
Level 30	dash	96%
Level 30	field dressing	95%
Level 32	concealed	89%
Level 32	entwine	100%
Level 33	hurl	100%
Level 34	pull	77%
Level 35	precise aim	83%
Level 36	bone armor use	81%
Level 46	enhanced reactions	78%

Cabal Powers List

Level 10	spellbane	87%
Level 12	resistance	97%
Level 25	truesight	96%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	55 (1 at level 47)
Total PK Losses	17
Total Mob Deaths	7

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	3
VS. thief	1
VS. warrior	20
VS. anti-paladin	3
VS. assassin	1
VS. ranger	4
VS. invoker	7
VS. bard	2
VS. druid	1
VS. conjurer	2
VS. berserker	1
VS. shapeshifter	10

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	37
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. BATTLE	1
VS. HERALD	2
VS. EMPIRE	8
VS. NEXUS	6

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	15
VS. Neutral	20
VS. Evil	20

PK Deaths by Class
VS. transmuter	2
VS. thief	1
VS. warrior	7
VS. paladin	1
VS. anti-paladin	2
VS. invoker	1
VS. bard	1
VS. conjurer	2

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	8
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. BATTLE	1
VS. EMPIRE	2
VS. SCION	1
VS. NEXUS	2
VS. TRIBUNAL	1

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	4
VS. Neutral	4
VS. Evil	9

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	55
Total PK Assists	5
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.15

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Solo-Killer

Average Group Size Per Death

1.35

Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant

Immortal Comments

Mon Oct 1 09:28:43 2007 by 'Ysaloerye' at level 18 (13 hrs):
Wants to join the village

Mon Oct 1 09:33:59 2007 by 'Ysaloerye' at level 18 (13 hrs):
Hell hath no fury like a Necromancer scorned. Nice little role about being rejected as a Necromancer and being all teenage anger at daddy about it.

Sun Oct 14 10:14:38 2007 by 'Cyradia' at level 26 (39 hrs):
Oct Role Contest Winner: EXPLOIT HOBBLING (edge), Boneblade affinity (edge)

Fri Oct 26 09:15:48 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 33 (68 hrs):
An Immortal added 1200 exp for: Role update, and looks like got no original role lovin' to begin with.

Mon Nov 5 08:47:06 2007 by 'Kastellyn' at level 44 (114 hrs):
Consistently on and a presence no matter what the odds are.

Role

Chapter 1

Tribunal Rage
Added Fri Oct 26 02:19:05 2007 at level 33:

It is late in the evening, and the sun is just going down, but even at this
time the busy streets of Galadon are still filled with people. Crowds swarm
the streets as they try to finish their business in the last light of the
day, all but around one man.
This man walks through the mob as though surrounded by an invisible shield,
some recognize him as the descendent of the Necromancer Vayeth, others see
the tell tale signs of a Battlerager, but most can tell this is not a man to
cross paths with.

For almost an hour he slowly wanders the city, passing his old house, and the
Tribunal Spire, every step causing his blood to boil hotter and hotter.
Finally, he turns down a dark alleyway, it is late now, and only a few people
wander the lane. He comes to a stop outside the Necromancer's Guild, every
inch of his body seething with rage.

To think that all this, everything, was to be his and now... glancing over
his shoulder he sees the pair of guards that have been tailing him since he
entered the city. Now I am followed like a petty thug.

"Guards! Guards!"

The cry rings out through the city street, and the two men that had been
following him glance in that direction. As if the cry was the prompting he'd
been waiting for, Ferrod launches himself at the guards. Silently he runs the
edge of his bone knife across the throat of the first guard. Turning to see
his attacker, the second guard can only watch in horror as the blur of motion
that is Ferrod rams his knife hard up under his ribs. Once, twice, three
times Ferrod thrusts. The guard can only make a gurgling noise as his blood
filled lungs try to cry out.
Realizing what he's done, Ferrod glances about himself, only to see a young
woman step out of the Necromancer's Guild. Her eyes widen with terror as she
beholds the sight before her, and her mouth opens to scream... but only a
choking noise comes out.

Approaching the dead woman, Ferrod reaches towards her throat to retrieve his
dagger, but pauses when he sees it. The hilt of his dagger glares back at
him, the red skeletal fist that was once his house sigil seems to almost glow
under the layer of blood. He did not even realize he'd thrown it. No matter,
it should prove a perfect message for his father. Turning away, he flees the
scene.

The beginning of his silent war against the Tribunal had begun.

Role

Chapter 2

Deception
Added Tue Oct 2 19:28:48 2007 at level 23:

High up in the branches of an old tree, a young, dark haired man can be seen;
he has perched himself in a comfortable position overlooking a rather
primitive village. Whispering quietly, he rapidly talks to himself, enhancing
his already wild appearance.

"The famous Village of the BattleRagers, yes, what better way to spite
father? He would enjoy hearing that, his son, a great Vayeth a pathetic
barbarian?"

Rocking back and forth on the tree branch, the human laughs maniacally to
himself.

"But how to deceive the Villagers? I do not like magic as I used to, but I do
not hate it as they do..."

For quite sometime the Human remains quiet, and simply watches the Village,
but slowly a smile begins to play across his face.

"I am Ferrod Vayeth, orphan of Balator, yes, none will track my name there,
and my entire family was destroyed by Scion Mages. For this reason I have
harbored a deep hate for the Magi as long as I can remember."

Continuing to talk to himself, he works out all the minor details about his
upbringing.

"There is a Mage-Hating warrior in Balator, yes? Oh yes! Thyrm, and his
rag-tag followers. Yes, yes, perfect. I used to sneak away and train with
them, yes, for my hate for Magic truly runs deep!"

Dropping down from the tree, the human practically skips away from the
village. His laugh can be heard long after he has vanished from sight.

Role

Chapter 3

To Have Everything, and Nothing.
Added Sun Sep 30 19:40:21 2007 at level 15:

Ferrod Vayeth was brought into the world already having everything many men
would kill for; the name Vayeth, a feared and respected name in Galadon, and
wealth beyond that he could spend in a lifetime. Ferrod grew up arrogant,
spoiled and with great ambitions. His father was a Necromancer of great
power, and a local magistrate for the Tribunal. He was feared both for his
power, and corrupt activities it was rumored he was involved in.

Like father like son, Ferrod too was corrupt in many ways. He enjoyed nothing
more than manipulating others to suit his own needs. Pulling pranks on his
peers and constantly getting them in trouble, his teachers knew he was always
to blame, but they never had any proof.

Ferrod respected no one but his father, and his father spoiled his only child
ridiculously. Ferrod dreamt of the day he would follow in his father's
footsteps, he dreamt of the day the world would fear his name, the day he
would undergo The Becoming, and become the most feared being ever to walk the
lands, but it was not to be.

The day of Ferrod's application to the Necromancer's Guild had come. Dressed
in the finest black silk, and armed with a jeweled dagger inlayed with the
house sigil (a red skeletal fist) he approached the Guild. Recognizing who he
was, one of the masters took him aside. Upon appraising Ferrod he found that
the child had no talent for magic what so ever, and would never so much as
bring a beetle back from the dead. Upon hearing this, Ferrod's excitement
quickly changed to anger. In a fit of rage, he pulled the dagger from its
sheath, and plunged it deep into the master's turned back.

Using his position of power, his father pulled a few strings, and made the
incident disappear, but he was done with Ferrod. Utterly disappointed, he
expelled Ferrod from his household, stripping him all but his name.

He was nothing. A no one. With no power and no wealth.

Lost, alone, and full of rage at the way the world had so suddenly turned
upon him, he headed towards the Warrior's Guild. A Guild he had once
despised, and one he knew his father hated. Clutching his dagger, he stepped
up to the Guild guard, vengeance burning through him.