Ranak Reiloas, Reiloas the Weaponsmaster

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Description

A massive man seemingly floats on the winds as you approach him. Dark green
strands of hair whisp in the breeze and you catch a glimpse of his hardened
face. As your eyes focus on his rocky features that cover this giants face
you notice a horid scar under his left eye. The scar tissue looks to be
seared and rotted. As your eyes drift down his massive frame, you notice
another mass of seared tissue along his left flank partially covered by
straps of leather and plates of armor. Ranak then turns his gaze and your
eyes meet his, and he turns along his way.

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Score

Level	51	Sex	male	Race	cloud
Ethos	Chaotic	Align	Neutral	Class	warrior
Practices	3	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	586900	To Level	27100	Sphere	Combat
Age middle-aged, 360 years old (318 hours)
Hit Points	925	Mana	409	Movement	850
Strength	24	Intelligence	16	Wisdom	17
Dexterity	16	Constitution	3	Charisma	16
Carry #	1/29	Carry Weight	29 lb 15 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	500	Morale	Moderate

Timeline

Sun Jan 25 14:33:37 2004 at level 20 (15 hrs):
Ranak advanced to level 20.

Fri Jan 30 14:37:15 2004 at level 30 (43 hrs):
Ranak advanced to level 30.

Sat Jan 31 12:03:50 2004 at level 31 (45 hrs):
Inducted into BATTLE by Zhelrantix.

Mon Feb 9 02:31:39 2004 at level 40 (90 hrs):
Ranak advanced to level 40.

Wed Feb 18 11:33:02 2004 at level 46 (139 hrs):
Inducted into None by Ordasen.

Wed Feb 18 13:15:36 2004 at level 46 (141 hrs):
Inducted into BATTLE by Ordasen.

Thu Feb 26 17:31:54 2004 at level 51 (193 hrs):
Ranak advanced to level 51

Immortal Comments

Fri Feb 20 10:17:35 2004 by 'Khasotholas' at level 48 (158 hrs):
Great, gutsy defense of village against 5 imperials, solo. He killed two, before he died.

Mon May 17 15:21:56 2004 by 'Velkurah' at level 51 (318 hrs):
Great showdown with Dregvoshan, both inches from con death. If Dreg had rotted instead of withered after they both unghosted, it would have been two con deaths instead of one.

Mon May 17 15:47:27 2004 by 'Phaelim' at level 51 (318 hrs):
A final thought on this guy. He did a damn good show as a berserker, balls to the wall, getting killed and killing. Thumbs up.

Title History

Fri Feb 20 10:18:19 2004, level 48 (158 hrs):
Ranak Reiloas the General

Skill List

Level 1	axe	90%
Level 1	dagger	80%
Level 1	flail	100%
Level 1	mace	91%
Level 1	polearm	90%
Level 1	spear	90%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	staff	90%
Level 1	whip	100%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	91%
Level 1	parry	100%
Level 1	rescue	76%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	84%
Level 3	dirt kicking	100%
Level 5	second attack	100%
Level 6	fast healing	100%
Level 8	kick	1%
Level 10	disarm	91%
Level 10	feint	100%
Level 12	third attack	100%
Level 12	dual wield	100%
Level 13	dodge	100%
Level 14	haggle	1%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	trip	66%
Level 15	shield cleave	1%
Level 15	pugil	72%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 16	charge	71%
Level 18	berserk	97%
Level 18	lash	83%
Level 20	deathblow	100%
Level 20	warcry	97%
Level 20	flourintine	100%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	lore	72%
Level 21	retreat	78%
Level 22	cross	100%
Level 23	offhand disarm	1%
Level 23	trophy	70%
Level 24	double thrust	100%
Level 24	strip	100%
Level 25	drive	1%
Level 26	jab	100%
Level 26	eyejab	85%
Level 27	parting blow	87%
Level 27	choke	91%
Level 29	riposte	88%
Level 30	fourth attack	100%
Level 30	dash	75%
Level 31	flurry	100%
Level 32	entwine	92%
Level 34	pull	69%
Level 46	enhanced reactions	100%

Cabal Powers List

Level 10	spellbane	98%
Level 12	resistance	100%
Level 25	truesight	100%
Level 35	bloodthirst	80%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	62 (27 at level 51)
Total PK Losses	41
Total Mob Deaths	24
# of Assassination Deaths	2

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	1
VS. thief	4
VS. warrior	22
VS. anti-paladin	5
VS. assassin	2
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	7
VS. necromancer	4
VS. bard	1
VS. shaman	4
VS. conjurer	4
VS. shapeshifter	7

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	29
VS. FORTRESS	2
VS. EMPIRE	15
VS. SCION	9
VS. TRIBUNAL	7

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	10
VS. Neutral	17
VS. Evil	35

PK Deaths by Class
VS. warrior	22
VS. paladin	1
VS. anti-paladin	1
VS. assassin	4
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	5
VS. shaman	5
VS. healer	1
VS. conjurer	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	4
VS. BATTLE	1
VS. EMPIRE	27
VS. SCION	7
VS. TRIBUNAL	2

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	2
VS. Neutral	4
VS. Evil	35

Statistics

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Fri Jan 16 21:09:50 2004
Quests Completed	5
Exploration Points Found	14
Bonus Experience from Immortals	500
(WANTED) Criminal	5 times
Hours spent at Hero	123 hours
% of lifetime in the wilderness	24 %
% of lifetime in the cities	8 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %
% of lifetime caballed	53 %

Class Specifics

Weapon Specializations

Sword

Whip and Flail

Legacies

Cry of Thunder

Whispers of the Great Siege

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	16
# of logins without their cabal item	3
# of logouts with their cabal item	18
# of logouts without their cabal item	1
# of times they lost their cabal item	17
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	15
# of times they took another cabal item	71

Role

Chapter 1

The Beginning Part 2
Added Thu Feb 19 13:42:19 2004 at level 47:

Wounded and exhausted, I crawled from the sewer into the ally within the
dark city. I took refuge in a crate and rested. Beckoned by sleep and
hunger, I fell into a deep slumber. In my slumber I had visions of what had
happened...visions of my tribe, of the hunting, and of the cold, vile voice
echoing over and over through my mind. I awoke from my sleep soaked in
sweat, my heart was pumping out of control, almost driving me mad. I then
realized I had not ran far enough. I gathered what strength I could and
left the ally in search of a way out, a path that lead me away. Drawn by
the sounds of freedom and the smell of the ocean I found myself on the docks
of the Empress's harbor. The guard was heavy, all of them seemed to eye
me suspiciously. I felt that I had to get on a ship, and escape into the
wide blue sea. As I examined my options, I noticed a sign:

Deckhands Wanted!! Apply at the SeaKeg.

What better way to get away....I followed the sign to an old looking ship
covered with vegitation from the sea. "I'm here for a job," I said. "Aye
Landlubber," said a ragged looking man. "I'm Cyrus, Capt'n of the SeaKeg an
I'll show yer the way," he said with a ragged accent. "What name yer go
by?" "I's called Ranak." Then come aboard yar! And so started my exploits
with Capt'n Cyrus on the high seas.
We had been at sea for barely a week when I knew how to do most of the
deckwork. I had learned the SeaKeg an Capt'n Cyrus were key figures in the
trade on the seas, spanning from Seantryn Modan to Hamsah Mutazz and Arkham.
As we hunted for ivory tusks and whale blubber I began to use my hunting
instincts from the mainlands in our search. As night would fall we'd lower
the mast and let the winds take us as we told stories and had some scotch
that was also transported on the SeaKeg. I grew to love the scotch, for it
eased the pain of my scars. The captain had said it was good medicine,
though he always warned if I had too much medicine it would work against
me. We laughed on into the night as the winds took us north. I woke the
next morning to the sounds of some gigantic beast, I ran to the front of the
boat with haste as my eyes scoured the surface of the water. I soon found
the captain at my side and he said, "Ah, the dragon sea, Yar can hear them
Aye?" "We near the port of Arkham, all hands, make ready for port!"

Role

Chapter 2

The beginning as told through the eyes of Ranak.
Added Sun Feb 8 13:55:48 2004 at level 39:

I was born in a vast desert waseland where food was little and water was
rare. The sone of a hunter, I soon inhereted my fathers traits and job as
I came to age. Adept with most weapons, I could track and find anything I
came across. Hunting in these times was as good as my tribe had come to
expect when things seems to slowly turn sour. The unique climate of the
desert is everchanging, and it seemed to now be changing daily. Our water
holes ran dry, and the game we feasted upon seemed to slowly dissappear.
It became the decision of the tribe to move until we found a more livable
place. We came upon a suitable place at the edge of the jade mountains,
warm enough where the waters ran in streams from the mountain tops and the
deer we so desperatly needed to survive ran in herds of hundreds and even
thousands. All seemed well until.......

I awoke and there was a strange haze about the morning. The sun was barely
coming over the mountains and there seemed to be a red mist covering the
lands. I should have taken heed to these unusual signs, but food had to be
found for the tribe. I gathered the hunting party and we proceeded into
one of the valleys near our camp. As we traveled I can remember smelling
something burning, but I couldn't get a fix as to what or where it was.
We traveler up the valley until it broke into a high plain. Upon the plain
we saw a sight that still remains fresh within my mind. An open field of
death...charred remains of the deer we needed to feed ourselves. There was
have dead animals writhing in pain as they burn to death, and all around
the plain the red mist seemed to grow thicker. Before any of us could gather
ourselved to assess the situation, an explaination somewhat presented itself.
A great wave of flames hit the rear of the party, vaporizing nearly all that
were in it's path. Then a seperate wave hit us from the front. I took a jolt
from the force and was thrown to the side as the rest of the party felt the
pain of fire. The last thing I can recall before I blacked out was a voice
almost chanting, "Nazaroth." Then all was dark.....
I woke in a dark, dry chamber that was seeminly empty. As I began to move
I noticed that my arms and legs were shackled with very strong chain. Almost
Imidiatly after I woke, a voice came from nowhere. "You are my slave giant
I have been waiting for someone like you," said the voice. Astounded that
I could sense no apparent origion for the sound, I squinted and looked harder
into the shadows. Again, I heard the voice, though I couldn't decipher what
it had said. Almost the second he spoke, I noticed a bright ball of fire
appear in front of me. It seemed the powerful magics I had only heard wispers
of were true indeed. The ball hit me in the chest and I fell, unable to move
as my flesh burned. Then, another mutter from the voice, and all was relieved.
As I lay there, barely able to move, I felt my wounds heal and strength
return to my limbs. It appeared that I was some sort of training dummy
for this unseen wizard. I am unsure how long I was captive, but my best
guess is.....years. As time went ont, I found myself able to take the brunt
of more and more spells before my puppeteer allowed me to heal. It seems
that I was building a slight resistance to the spells. Soon I could think
through the pain, remianing calm and keeping a clear head, when I found myse