Whelp, I'm by no means whining, but I just didn't get into this character like I have others. I got no "love" from up above, so...time to move on. Hell, not even a last name. It is disheartening when you put so much time into a character, really stick with the role (the quiet, loner role was REALLY hard for me to stick to) and then you see some rank 30 something nobody that can't be more then 30 hours old with a last name...well, it sucks. This character was very much so a roamer, a quiet monk, a loaner, and a fighter when he needed to be. Nexus just isn't what it was for me before, I really liked the cabal back then. All of that on top of the fact that I'm super busy with school, my girlfriend, work, and a social-life...well, I had to call the character quits.

Farewells: (I know I'm going to forget TONS of people, so if you feel left out, just let me know and I'll try and reply.

Imms:

To that Imm that hooked me up with the pkratio before I deleted, thanks.

To that Imm (who I think was Kas and Thror) that ran the Underdark thingy: Did you really expect a non-rager to win that? I mean you said don't help your cabal mates, but I was tag-teamed by two ragers. All they did was "call blood" and I was a goner. I mean one (for all intensive/powerwise purposes) uncabaled warrior to fight two thirsting ragers....yeah I died.

Vahlen- I really would have liked to interact with you, I thought the character was perfect for your religion. Another time.

Nexus:

Erinphalis- Guess we play at different times, too bad. I wish that tournament thing could have worked out, I was online, but stuff happens. Good luck with the whole Lord Elder thing.

Cusip- HOW ARE YOU STILL AROUND?!?! (never saw you with this character)

Kucerael- Grats on the Elder Magus thing and good luck. Sorry I impaled you that time you came to save me, I was kicking myself in the ass and banging my head against the table for doing so *TWICE*!!! Our characters just didn't get along and Braoldan just never wanted to travel with you again after that time in Kteng's. He just wasn't the appoligetic type, even if he did hurt your poor little gnomish feelings.

Punblinpo- Man were you a fun guy. Thanks for talking to me when I was just some silly applicant. Wish we could have traveled more, but like I said, I was a loner.

That croc/tiger whose name I could never spell- Stick with it. I was always glad to see you logged on, with those forms you sure can be a beast.

Sokoerker- Never really traveled unless you needed my help getting eq. Wish I didn't have to hear so much about your ganging ragers all the time.

Urzkoo- Beast. I felt really bad when you got assassinated in the Village, sucked to be you that day. You really are a beast though.

Battle:

Let me just start by saying I really respected Ragers. I can't remember a non raid situation that I ever attacked any of you with someone else with me. I hate the whole "Nexus = gangbangers" thing.

Gre- Damned you hit hard. I really respected you both as a fighter and a player.

Rhomelanthos- Another beast. Those unspeaks hurt. Well played.

Derduin- Respect. I couldn't believe you did as well as you did.

Broxx- Thanks for the interactions. Neat character.

Sayangu- Wish we could have talked more. You sure were not fun to fight. Assassins were pretty much the only thing I couldn't stand up against with any sort of consistant confidence. If you landed your kot/kans, I was out.

Wiglaf- Wish we could have fought more.

Darmok- You could be mean, but at other times you could be a pushover. I enjoyed our talks after you started the whole Empire thing. Too bad they had to wait that long.

Trylartin- Thanks for the fights.

Drahk- I don't think I needed "fighting lessons" but thanks for the fight. You really tooled me.

Sabiene- I really wish we could have fought. Knocking me out and stealing every single thing I carried really doesn't count in my book. I really can't think of a worse thing then having all your preps stolen.

Alarin- Accepting a duel and then pushing me down and stealing all my potions and such was really cheap. Hated the character ever since. You could have at least stayed and fought.

To those I'm forgetting, sorry.

Really that is pretty much everyone I interacted with in the life of this character. To those other few I'm forgetting, again, sorry. Write a little something and I'll try and post back.

Desc/Role/Score/Prac:

<1108hp 422m 478mv 18937tnl> sc
Braoldan the Weaponsmaster
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Level : 51 Sex : male Race : felar
Ethos : Orderly Align : Neutral Class : warrior
Practices: 64 Trains : 2 Hometown : Balator
Exp : 518313 To Level : 18937 Sphere : Earth
Age : mature, 46 years old (216 hours)
Hit Point: 1108 /1108 Mana : 422 /422 Move : 478 /855
Str : 17(17) Int : 17(17) Wis : 19(20)
Dex : 23(23) Con : 22(23) Chr : 15(15)
Carry # : 30/35 Weight : 278 lb 13 oz (Max 307 lbs)
Gold : 34 Silver : 5 Copper : 7
Wimpy : 250 hp Morale : Moderate Position : Standing
Hitroll : 53 Damroll : 38
AC pierce: -151 Divinely armored AC bash : -155 Divinely armored
AC slash : -157 Divinely armored AC magic : -166 Divinely armored
vs Spell : Well protected vs Paralysis : Not protected
vs Breath: Not protected vs Petrification: Not protected
You have 0 weapon specializations.
You have 0 legacy choices.
You are specialized in dagger.
You are specialized in spears and staffs.
You grip your weapons with the Fist of the Titan.
You have found health and resilience within Harmonious Equilibrium.
You are affected by:
Spell: 'detect invis' for 29 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies hit roll by 6 for 17 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies save vs spell by -12 for 17 hours.


<1108hp 422m 478mv 18937tnl> prac
charge 95%( 95%) axe 100%(100%)
dagger 100%(100%) flail 100%(100%)
mace 100%(100%) polearm 100%(100%)
spear 100%(100%) sword 100%(100%)
staff 100%(100%) whip 100%(100%)
bash 100%(100%) berserk 97%( 97%)
dirt kicking 99%( 99%) disarm 100%(100%)
dodge 100%(100%) enhanced damage 100%(100%)
hand to hand 100%(100%) kick 1%( 1%)
parry 100%(100%) rescue 88%( 88%)
trip 100%(100%) second attack 100%(100%)
third attack 100%(100%) fourth attack 100%(100%)
offhand disarm 75%( 75%) shield cleave 1%( 1%)
pugil 100%(100%) lash 100%(100%)
fast healing 100%(100%) haggle 82%( 82%)
meditation 100%(100%) recall 100%(100%)
lore 76%( 76%) warcry 91%( 91%)
shield block 82%( 82%) dual wield 100%(100%)
legsweep 100%(100%) drive 100%(100%)
parting blow 100%(100%) feint 100%(100%)
hamstring 100%(100%) artery 100%(100%)
hurl 78%( 78%) concealed 75%( 75%)
underhand 83%( 83%) leverage 100%(100%)
misdirect 82%( 82%) crescent 100%(100%)
impale 100%(100%) spin 100%(100%)
retreat 75%( 75%) stab 79%( 79%)
twist 87%( 87%) dash 84%( 84%)
join 70%( 70%) vanguard of balance 79%( 79%)
breakbond 70%( 70%) pen 75%( 75%)
You have 64 practice sessions left.



Your description is:
Dressed in a combination of protective brown leather and lightweight orange
cotton robing, this felar stands very agilely at a little over five feet
tall. Long, well-groomed black hair with small patches of white about his
throat and stomach covers his entire body, yet his well-developed muscles are
still very evident. The whiskers that protrude off of his snout somehow
accentuate his shiny black eyes and moist black nose. His ears, one white,
one black, stick straight up and twitch every so often as he seems to stay
very alert of his surroundings. Strange for one of his kind, no tail can be
seen sticking out from underneath his robes. Very well maintained claws
slightly protrude from his paws and give hint to a more serious side, though
he still seems very peaceful. With something obviously on his mind, he goes
on about his way with a light-footed strut.



Your role is:
Added Mon Dec 23 02:50:04 2002 at level 8:
*some tattered scrolls lie here written by a source unknown*
*which tell of the beginnings of Braoldan Snubtail's life*

Some years ago now, a cub was born to a set of felar-kind parents that
couldn't have been happier to be blessed with the responsibility of raising a
young one. They were completely and utterly in love with one another and had
been trying for years to have children. Their dreams had finally come true
with the birth of Braoldan. Extremely strange for one of his kind, he came
out of the womb without much of a tail, which worried his parents greatly,
but they never let their concerns show to their newborn cub.

Braoldan's childhood was very happy and his closeness to his parents was
extreme, creating an awfully secure environment. One day while his parents
were out gathering food from a nearby garden, they were attacked and killed
by a group of masked marauders for no known reason other then their joy of
killing. This conclusion can only be reached because Braoldan's parents had
nothing as far as riches or spoils were concerned. Of course, the still
cribridden Braoldan was left to die by these unknown pillagers. This part of
his life Braoldan neither knows nor remembers.

At dusk, as is usual practice, the monks of the monastery went out to tend to



their gardens, however, they found something they did not expect to find, a
small crying cub. He was taken back to the monastery so that it could be
decided what the monks were to do with him and it was there that it was
declared by the elder monks that he was to be treated like one of their own.
He would be trained as a warrior-monk, to coordinate his mind and body to act
as one, to balance his spirit, and to tend to the delicate balance that
ensures all things exist.

Braoldan excelled at the arts he was taught in the monastery where he spent
his youthful years and was lovingly dubbed "Snubtail" by his elders for his
lack of a tail. Firstly, he was a natural at the arts of meditation, in
fact, he spent his first few years in silence (and to this day is still very
soft-spoken) in order to perfect his meditational arts and understand his
inner-self the best he possibly could. Next he was physically trained with a
wide range of weapons so that he could defend himself from an enemy attack.
After he had mastered his defensive stances, he was trained in the offensive
nature of weapon stances. Braoldan is always practicing and is in constant
pursuit of his own personal perfection. He was taught by his elders that
"practice leads to skill, skill to perfection, perfection to the
supernatural."



As is custom in the monastery, he set out on his own to travel the world and
observe the delicate balance for himself.


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Time to throw away 216 hours, 51 levels and 0 experience.

Death tells you 'I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.'

the Moderator: The balance tips further in the direction of the light as Braoldan departs.
Awaiting the hour of reprisal, your time slips away...

Past Characters:

<51 H-Elf Thi> (BATTLE) Gough the Dumb Blonde
<51 D-Elf War> (EMPIRE) Tyldur the Knight Hero, Imperial Soldier
<51 Human Tra> (ENTROPY) Yarnty the Hero of Alteration
<51 Elf Tra> (ARBITER) Calarathiel Tanthanalas, the Beloved Child of the Hummingbird, Aribter Lady
<51 Human Bar> (MARAN) Pohanad the Ale-Soaked Maran, Drunken Drummer of the Brigade
<51 Human Asn> (NEXUS) Nydeikon the Unseen Flame, Lord Elder of Nexus
<51 Arial Hea> (DAWN) Prendarid Pencilbeak the Protector of Faith, Servant of the Dawn (later: Seeker of Ovens)

Braoldan.