Narcharema the General, the Cowardly Giant, the Cowardly Giant

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Description

Lingering before you stands a mass of storm gray flesh.
With stance wide and solid this giant surveys all about
him with an expressionless glare. Long white matted
locks of hair hang below shoulder length. The majority of
which is held tight back with gray twine. Two locks
flow from either side framing his square face and sharp
chin. Smooth is his complexion, near flawless. His
mouth is a rectangle of slightly deeper hue, lips locked,
sealed shut. His nose a block of poorly sculpted clay as
protrude just below his eyes, the color of forged steel.
They move not, they are solid and unwavering, proud
and strong. White brows crown the windows of his
soul like the ice caps of the frigid wastes. Atop his
well fit frame, muscular but not rippling, sits his head.
Moving without sound and seemingly effortless this
ghostly figure is clad only in.

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Score

Level	48	Sex	male	Race	cloud
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Neutral	Class	warrior
Practices	2	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	535928	To Level	13272	Sphere	Victory
Age middle-aged, 319 years old (263 hours)
Hit Points	818	Mana	381	Movement	901
Strength	24	Intelligence	16	Wisdom	17
Dexterity	16	Constitution	11	Charisma	16
Carry #	0/29	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	0	Morale	Moderate

Timeline

Tue Mar 9 21:59:42 2004 at level 40 (165 hrs):
Narcharema advanced to level 40

Immortal Comments

Wed Mar 10 13:43:24 2004 by 'Valguarnera' at level 41 (169 hrs):
Ex-villager. Currently ranking with Inelour (Scion necromancer). Something to ask him about should he re-apply.

Wed Mar 10 15:06:57 2004 by 'Ordasen' at level 41 (169 hrs):


Wed Mar 10 15:08:00 2004 by 'Ordasen' at level 41 (169 hrs):
He is damn lame. First talks shit to villagers after being kicked from them, and runs around now with mages and using a titanium spear. Then can't even stand a wanted flag as he gets his group to remove it.

Title History

Wed Mar 10 13:44:36 2004, level 41 (169 hrs):
Narcharema the Betrayer of Village Ideals

Thu Mar 11 14:09:33 2004, level 42 (178 hrs):
Narcharema the Master of Brass, the Cowardly Giant

Skill List

Level 1	axe	100%
Level 1	dagger	92%
Level 1	flail	87%
Level 1	mace	96%
Level 1	polearm	81%
Level 1	spear	100%
Level 1	sword	91%
Level 1	staff	100%
Level 1	whip	86%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	93%
Level 1	parry	100%
Level 1	rescue	76%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	91%
Level 3	dirt kicking	94%
Level 5	second attack	100%
Level 6	fast healing	100%
Level 8	kick	1%
Level 10	disarm	83%
Level 10	feint	100%
Level 12	third attack	100%
Level 12	dual wield	100%
Level 13	dodge	100%
Level 14	haggle	70%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	trip	1%
Level 15	shield cleave	1%
Level 15	pugil	100%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 16	charge	90%
Level 18	berserk	100%
Level 18	lash	1%
Level 20	warcry	81%
Level 20	whirl	87%
Level 20	spin	100%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	lore	1%
Level 21	retreat	72%
Level 23	offhand disarm	1%
Level 23	leverage	78%
Level 24	weapon breaker	82%
Level 25	legsweep	76%
Level 25	drive	36%
Level 25	crescent	93%
Level 26	misdirect	73%
Level 27	parting blow	73%
Level 27	hook	1%
Level 29	pincer	93%
Level 30	fourth attack	96%
Level 30	overhead	89%
Level 30	dash	71%
Level 32	impale	89%
Level 33	disembowel	85%
Level 46	enhanced reactions	91%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	13 (3 at level 48)
Total PK Losses	44
Total Mob Deaths	11
# of Assassination Deaths	1

PK Wins by Class
VS. thief	1
VS. warrior	6
VS. anti-paladin	2
VS. assassin	2
VS. ranger	1
VS. shapeshifter	1

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	2
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. BATTLE	3
VS. HERALD	1

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	4
VS. Neutral	7
VS. Evil	2

PK Deaths by Class
VS. transmuter	2
VS. thief	2
VS. warrior	18
VS. paladin	1
VS. anti-paladin	4
VS. assassin	7
VS. invoker	1
VS. necromancer	2
VS. shaman	3
VS. conjurer	2
VS. berserker	1
VS. shapeshifter	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	12
VS. FORTRESS	2
VS. BATTLE	6
VS. EMPIRE	2
VS. SCION	2
VS. TRIBUNAL	1

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	8
VS. Neutral	13
VS. Evil	10

Role

Chapter 18

the after math...
Added Thu Dec 4 15:27:12 2003 at level 6:

Ceriamus: now you have done it you will tell them you will BLOODY TELL
THEM!!
Nacirema: what do you speak of listen to your self you sound mad brother...
Ceriamus: I cant let them know about the magic, YOU You cant let them
know and we will make it so you CANT!!
Nacirema: what are you talking about?!



Ceriamus advances at Nacirema and draws a blade

The room spins and thrashes about in your vision when it settles again all
that remains in the room is the body of a bloody Nacirema standing over the
slain body of his best friend Ceriamus. The door is now flung open to the
shock and horror of Ceriamuss mother and father. Nacirema is speechless.
The guards are called and Nacirema is brought before the elders.

The room light fades out and about you seem to be pillars, before you a large

table at which is sat many elders

Elder: Nacirema what do you have to say for yourself lad you have been found
guilty of murder in the degree of envy.. How you could have slain your best
friend in jealousy of his victory over you is beyond anyone at this table
Nacirema: I.. I.. its
Elder: yes boy? Speak now or accept your sentence!


Nacirema turns his head down and for the sake of keeping Ceriamuss name
cleared and held in honor he accepts his sentence with out defiling Ceriamus
before the elders. He would rather deal with the consequences dealt to him
then appear desperate by trying to defile the name and honor of the one who
beat him..


Elder: then this is your fate, you are banished from the vale of the
Eshclipie people and you will never return. Your deeds have dishonored your
family and you will not go by your thereafter name again either. Thus is the
ruling of the table..

The light fades, Nacirema moves through the darkness in your mind over what
could be many miles and many years.. A man who would not slander his name or
another for any reason is now lost of it, but pride is still in his eyes for
he has learned his flaws in combat and will never make the same mistake
again

Role

Chapter 19

Ceriamus and the truth...
Added Thu Dec 4 15:24:25 2003 at level 6:

The light fades out and back then to an arena full of spectators

Announcer: SO THEN MY GLORIOUS PEOPLE WE HAVE REACHED THE FINAL MATCH!!! It
is the GREAT NACIREMA whom shall face the GREAT CERIAMUS..

Trumpets sounded and the two hulking warriors stepped from either side of the

prepared for battle. The horn of combat sounded and they broke into
conflict. Both had fought each other many time before and both had indeed
known each others weaknesses, in true combat Ceriamus had never beaten
Nacirema and both knew it a great weakness to Ceriamus. This battle however
was like none they have seen before Ceriamuss was faster, stronger, and
more determined to win then Nacirema had ever seen before. Nacirema fought
hard and strong like he knew he was sculpted to do. The battle raged on
through the night, and until the next morning, never had a battle of such
brute force been seen in the land of the Eshclipie. Each time it seemed as
though one would have the edge the other would catch their second breath and
volley the throws of combat in there own favor. None could predict the
outcome all sat in lock eyed wonder at the show that unraveled. Naciremas
form and tactics were flawless but Ceriamus was unrelenting and grew more in
thirst of victory. It was at this time that Nacirema downfall came abruptly,
upon such a fury Ceriamus brought upon his best friend, Nacirema doubted his
own combat prowess and second guessed his tactics and skills. At that moment
Nacirema faltered and fell losing the competition to his best friend
Ceriamus. All praised Ceriamus and all cheered him now the victor, Nacirema
took his defeat as a lesson and learned now to never doubt him self, nay for
a moment for that is the truth in ones downfall.


The day fades out with the sound of music and feasts and great honors and
laughter, you find yourself looking through a bedroom window


Nacirema: hey good friend I wanted to say
Ceriamus: WHAT are you doing here?! Why have you come?!
Nacirema: well only to say that I wish you
Ceriamus: to fail?! Is that it? I beat you fair and that is that FRIEND..
Nacirema: I see why not you anger.. I came to tell you that I wish you luck
Ceriamus: LUCK? LUCK? So that is what you think won me the Rites ?!? LUCK?
Nacirema: no friend, why do you take all I say in slant?
Ceriamus: be gone you are no friend of mine you jealous bastard!!
Nacirema: never have I seen you like this Ceriamus and what fuels your fires
I shall know

Nacirema moves towards Ceriamus and puts his hand on his shoulder
loses control and lunges at Nacirema. They scrap back and forth before
Ceriamus, in an attempt to force Nacirema out of the door knocks over a
dresser spilling the contents about the floor.

Nacirema: now look what you done.. I will help you clean up this mess then I
will go
Ceriamus: NO just go I dont want you here
Nacirema picks up some papers off the floor and stops...
Nacirema: What in the hells is this?
Ceriamus: nothing, nothing, go now will you
Nacirema: Ceriamus, what are all these things you have here? What is this
writing on these scrolls? This is not the language of our elders? And WHAT
THE HELL IS THIS??

Nacirema picks up a large vial the contents bubble out and fizz, sparks leap
from other glass containers, and a foul stench fills t

Role

Chapter 20

How it all started...
Added Thu Dec 4 15:20:49 2003 at level 6:

Your mind rests, as you become not your self.

Land races under foot, as you are propelled by the forces of nature towards
the northeast. All once familiar now gone, over vast oceans you sore faster
yet. Thick becomes the haze about you and damp the air. All to suddenly a
vast expanse of clear cloud cuts through the mist, a flawless white matched
only by the pure snow of mountain peaks. This expanse grows wide and objects
take shape moving about slowly upon this pillow surface. You have reached the

sacred vale of the Eshclipies. Walls made by dark storm clouds, streets paved

with hail unmoving along the top of this plateau of white froth. People
bustle about tall and pale skinned, effortless in motion and smooth in sway.
Busy is this vale but slow is its pulse'


Rumbling like that of thunder a low horn is sounded, and again it resounds.
It is the birth horn of the Eshclipies, and there have been two more births
this day. Feast follows and all are joyous for soon the rites of the endeared

shall be upon them


Every few years, when the next generation of Eshclip offspring has come of
age or rounding anyhow a great contest is held. All feast and all rejoice for

it is a time of jubilee. Twenty-five are chosen from the kindred, less if the

seed of the Eshclip fail slightly, to draw on arms against one another in a
battle of combat prowess and tactics. From this contest one is chosen to
represent their generation at the grand table of the Eshclipies, the highest
honor among their people. While the name of thy family is what gives the
Eshclip there status in there society siting at the table is by far what
makes them honored. As the worth of one is measured in the deeds and honor
that one has achieved.


Your mind blurs slightly as many years pass, steady is your glance upon the
vale and the fall and rise of many things are rushed as if mere moments were
years. Slightly spun your stomach turns at such speed before all is slown to
a halt once again. Your attention is drawn to a training yard




Nacirema: So, you have been chosen then?
Ceriamus: yes, I have indeed
Nacirema: well then good friend, may Honfucious grant ye luck.'
(Honfucious: Eshclip god of fortune)
Ceriamus: nay Nacir, may Grindafals grant ye grace in combat!!
(Grindafals: Eshclip god of war)
Nacirema: HAR HAR quite a humor you have always had dear Ceriamus, will you
join my family in meal this eve for a feast my family has prepaired in hue of

tomorrow spectacle??
Ceriamus: hummm, I pass this eve, strange as that may be to you Nacir.
Ceriamus: see you tomorrow then good friend.


Nacirema slightly taken back by ceriamuss words nodded and headed home
never before had Ceriamus turned down a meal, ever


Nacirema went home and studied his notes and attics and combat, he had
trained his whole life for what tomorrow would bring. He ate well and drank
well and listened to many tales of his brothers and father, stories of combat

and honor in their trials of the Endeared. After time he lay him self to rest

and shortly after succumbed to sleep.

Ceriamus went home and ate very little, spoke less to his family and went
right to his room. All night his parents called on him but he would not
answer, he was very busy in his room and they let him have his

Statistics

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Thu Dec 4 06:22:16 2003
Quests Completed	2
Exploration Points Found	25
Bonus Experience from Immortals	0
(WANTED) Criminal	1 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	26 %
% of lifetime in the cities	23 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	5 %

Class Specifics

Weapon Specializations

Axe

Spear and Staff

Legacies

Greeting the Avalanche

Trapping Beneath Thunder