Garrakor the Legend of the Battlefield

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Description

A mountain of muscle stands before you, there is no better way to describe
it. Easily standing over fifteen feet tall, you find it hard not to stare at
him. He wears only a vest and bracers on his upper body, leaving his tightly
muscled arms bare. You notice a large K branded on his right arm and the skin
around it is heavily scarred with knife wounds, almost as if someone
unsuccessfully tried to carve it from his arm. A seemingly perpetually
furrowed brow hangs ominously over sparkling blue eyes, giving his visage a
stern yet appealing glower. Apart from a neatly trimmed goatee, there seems
to be no other visible hair on his body. Skin the color of aquamarine
contrasts sharply with the dark armor that he wears. He carries very few
belongings, the most notable of which are two large swords strapped
across his back.

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Score

Level	51	Sex	male	Race	storm
Ethos	Chaotic	Align	Good	Class	warrior
Practices	24	Trains	0	Hometown	Hamsah Mu'tazz
Exp	586900	To Level	27100	Sphere	Destruction
Age mature, 218 years old (140 hours)
Hit Points	912	Mana	425	Movement	954
Strength	24	Intelligence	17	Wisdom	17
Dexterity	17	Constitution	13	Charisma	18
Carry #	0/35	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	30	Silver	0	Copper	968
Wimpy	300	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	23	Damroll	18

Immortal Comments

Wed Dec 27 09:55:10 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (82 hrs):
An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Maran'd. Yay!

Tue Jan 9 15:36:20 2007 by 'Corrlaan' at level 51 (109 hrs):
Decent warcry. Gave it a boost.

Fri Jan 12 13:47:41 2007 by 'Twist' at level 51 (115 hrs):
Said group of Imperials then went for the Orb and (slowly but surely) took it. Falorien kept returning to engage and try to stop them, delaying for a long time. Garrakor guarded various guilds.

Role

Chapter 8

Beginnings
Added Mon Nov 20 17:51:41 2006 at level 1:

Garrakor Garum was born in a small village beneath the Aryth. His father
worked as a cartographer and took many long trips charting the depths of
Theras oceans. These trips would sometimes keep Garrakors father abroad
for months at a time. As he grew older, Garrakor would incessantly ask his
father if he could accompany him on one of these trips, only to be told each
time that he was too young. When his father was home, he would teach Garrakor
the intricacies of making detailed maps and the tedious process of scouting
and re-scouting the ocean floor. He explained the many dangers of the open
sea, such as inescapable vortexes, strong underwater currents, dangerous
creatures and the ever-present chance of losing all sense of direction.
Garrakor would listen to his father intently during these sessions, yearning
for a chance to prove his independence.

On his twentieth birthday, Garrakors father told him that he would be
coming along on the next charting expedition. The preparation period passed,
and the party was assembled. Led by Garrakors father, the party consisted
of three other giants and Garrakor. The other giants were all considerably
older and more experienced than Garrakor, and he felt privileged to be the
youngest member of the expedition. The goal of this particular journey was to
map a series of underwater caves and trenches in the Far East section of the
Aryth. While not a particularly dangerous section of the ocean, the area was
known to have volcanic activity nearby.

After several weeks of traveling, the party finally reached its destination
and set up camp. The days were long, but Garrakor found that he enjoyed
scouting out on his own. He spent many hours searching the caves and rifts of
the volcano, fascinated by everything new that he found. After the scouting
sessions, the party would reconvene to discuss and piece together what they
had seen. This process went on without incident for several weeks.

Role

Chapter 7

The Surface
Added Mon Nov 20 17:53:20 2006 at level 1:

One evening, the party was rudely awakened by a rumbling sound that resonated
throughout the camp. Suddenly, a bright torrent of magma spurted from the
ocean floor about one thousand yards from the giants camp. The sight
enthralled Garrakor, but only momentarily because he felt the water around
him beginning to heat up at an alarming rate. The older giants immediately
realized the danger and Garrakors father ordered everyone to swim to the
surface. Garrakor was the last to emerge from the water and climb up on the
rough lava field. Not long after they had emerged, the water in the small
cove began to boil rapidly.

Garrakor had never seen the surface before, and the lava field was certainly
a sight to behold. Miles of black ripples resembled a pitch-black lake that
one was able to walk on. Garrakor was even more fascinated by an enormous
mountain spewing black smoke into the sky, contrasting sharply with hues of
the sunrise. Garrakors father decided that the party should remain ashore
until the water had cooled enough to re-enter. Only then would it be safe to
return to the depths of the ocean.

The air was chilly, but soon the sun came up and the temperature began to
rise. Garrakor was overwhelmed by all the new things he was experiencing. He
was not used to breathing air, but soon became accustomed to it as the elder
giants taught him to just relax and breathe like he normally would
underwater. The sounds were clear and crisp, like nothing he had ever heard.
Garrakor decided to take a walk around, but kept the camp in sight at all
times. He found he was able to travel quite a distance from the camp, because
the day was clear and nothing obstructed his view on the lava fields. He saw
something green poking up through the hard rock, but just as he bent down to
take a closer look a fireball exploded in the camp.

Role

Chapter 6

Captured
Added Mon Nov 20 17:57:21 2006 at level 1:

Even from a distance, the heat was intense. Several giant figures began to
fade into view in positions surrounding the camp. These new giants, while
similar in size to Garrakors kin, were strikingly different. They were all
dressed the same, fully clad in suits of black iron armor and all wielding
huge axes. The attack caught the small party completely by surprise, and they
were quickly overwhelmed. Garrakor began to sprint back towards the camp,
watching helplessly as his father and the other three giants fought for their
lives. Two of his kin were cut down quickly, leaving his father and another
fighting back to back. Garrakor had almost reached his father, when he was
struck in the head by a ball of ice. The pain was intense, like nothing he
had ever felt. Bright spots flashed in his eyes as the ground quickly came up
to meet him. Another iceball struck him in the legs, rendering them useless.
He lay there and watched another ball of flame engulf his father and the
other remaining party member. Then there was darkness.

He awoke to find himself shackled to a wall, feet dangling about three feet
above the floor. His head was pounding and he could not feel his arms. The
room was small and windowless, lit by a single torch on the wall. The door
across from him creaked and then suddenly swung open, slamming into the wall
behind it. Garrakor squinted as a large figure entered the room, and he
recognized it as one of the giants who had attacked him earlier. You are
lucky, the figure stated. I could have easily killed you, as I killed
your friends. Unfortunately, it will not be that easy for you. The figure
began to laugh maniacally as he pulled a wand from a pouch on his belt.
Pointing the wand at Garrakors chest, the figure mumbled something and
once again there was only darkness.

Role

Chapter 5

Slavery
Added Mon Nov 20 17:58:48 2006 at level 1:

As they days passed, Garrakor was tortured without end. His captors, he
learned, resided in the volcano that he had seen upon entering the surface.
They were giants akin with fire, as his race was akin with water, and he was
their slave. They marked him by branding a large K on his right shoulder.
Because of his large size, he was required to do many tasks involving heavy
lifting and hard labor. When he was too tired to work anymore, he was beaten
until he passed out. When he awoke, he was immediately put to work. Garrakor
did not mind the physical labor, it made him stronger and it kept him away
from beatings and torture. Many months passed and the muscles on his arms and
legs became knotted and well defined.

The torture was unbearable. There were some particularly nasty giants who
were practiced in the use of magic. These battlemages would come and use
Garrakor as a test subject for new wands, potions and spells. They would
chain him to the wall and cast on him until he passed out, then force him to
drink healing potions. Garrakor would refuse to drink the potions, trying to
choose death as a release from the pain and misery, but the battlemages would
simply laugh and force him to drink with a spell.

Having never been exposed to magic before, Garrakor was disgusted by
everything he experienced. He was stricken with disease with the wave of a
hand, poisoned with a magical brew, frozen in place by magical ice and burned
with magical fire. But nothing was worse than the acid. The acid was the only
thing that never completely healed. They would point a wand, and gobs of it
would land on him and eat away. The healing potions would restore both flesh
and skin, but large scars covered his torso, legs and arms. How he hated
them. Anger burned inside of Garrakor, but he could do nothing about it. He
wished only death upon them and himself, and swore that if the opportunity
arose he would be quick to act upon his instincts.

Role

Chapter 4

Escape
Added Mon Nov 20 18:01:07 2006 at level 1:

It was one of the rare occasions where the slaves were brought outside the
volcano to do work. A wall was being built that would restrict outside access
to one of the many entrances of the volcano. Garrakor and other large slaves
were brought out because of the intense heavy lifting that the job required.
It was a clear spring morning, the warm sun baking away any dampness the
night had left behind. How Garrakor loved the sunlight! He turned his face
upward and closed his eyes, breathing deep the fresh outdoor air. Anger
welled inside him as he remembered his situation, and he seethed with hatred
toward his captors and the evil magic they possessed.

The slaves worked through the midday, receiving no food and very little
water. Garrakor did not tire, being used to such circumstances, and was
fueled even more by his anger. He hoisted large stones on his shoulder as if
they were mere pebbles and set them into place with ease. The routine calmed
him a little, monotony slowly overcoming the burning desire to crush the head
of a nearby guard with a well-placed throw.

The attack came without warning, a volley of arrows suddenly raining down all
around the work area. Cries of alarm sounded as captors and slaves both ran
for cover. The guards soon organized and hurled magical fire and ice into the
surrounding forest. How he hated those sounds! Warriors dressed in all green
began to emerge from the woods, firing arrow after arrow as they advanced.
One particularly unlucky captor was struck in the chest by an arrow just as
he was about to launch a fireball. Staring in horror at the wound, the
fireball exploded around him and took out two other captors as well. Garrakor
cried out with delight at that sight, and his anger finally boiled to the
surface in the form of a primal scream. Before he knew what he was doing, he
picked up a large rock in each hand and hurled them at the nearest guard. The
first rock caught the guard square in the chest, making him step back a few
paces. Enraged, but startled by the force of the blow, the guard looked up
just in time to see the second rock smash him in the face.

Garrakor was in frenzy now and the work site was in chaos. Armor clad giants
battled with the strange green warriors, and slaves ran and hid everywhere.
Stupid troll and minotaur slaves were cowering anywhere they could find
cover, but Garrakor was livid. He saw his opportunity. Continuing to scream,
he was relentless in his attack. He grabbed the axe of a fallen captor and
starting running. Three guards nearby saw him moving towards the forest and
came forward to intercept. After years of torture and relentless beatings,
Garrakor welcomed this fight. He swung his axe at the first giant, splitting
its skull and burying the axe deep in the torso of the beast. The next giant
in line, startled by the sheer power of the blow, hesitated for a split
second. Garrakor ripped the axe from the first attacker and in the same
motion swung it at the second, severing the head cleanly from its body. The
third guard, Garrakor recognized as one of the battlemages that used him as a
guinea pig on occasion. Enraged, he started to close the distance between the
two. A lightning bolt hit him squarely in the chest, but it only slowed him
for a moment. Stunned that his magic had not felled this s

Role

Chapter 3

Scars
Added Mon Nov 20 18:02:20 2006 at level 1:

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as Garrakor ran through the forest. He
felt no remorse for the guards he had killed and wished he could have stayed
to finish off all of them. This was a foolish thought, he knew, because
reinforcements would soon have poured out of the volcano and crushed the
small band of green warriors. He was free, at least for the moment. His mind
raced with thoughts of what to do and where to go. The only life he had ever
known was beneath the sea and that of a slave. He did not know where to start
looking or even where he was. Once he reached the ocean, he began to swim.
For days he would swim, sleeping very little. The sleep that did come to him
was filled with nightmares of being recaptured and enslaved once more.

Finally, he came to a fishing town. He was able to procure a large traveling
cloak to cover his tattered clothes and ragged appearance. The sign on the
gates of the dock read Hamash MuTazz and the market was bustling
with activity. Garrakor wandered about aimlessly, speaking to no one and
observing everything. He saw one of his kin enter the weaponsmith, and
quickly followed. Having spoken very little during his time as a slave, the
words sounded foreign to his own ears. It seems that this particular giant
was employed at the Warrior guild located in the town. Taking pity on
Garrakor, the giant offered a place for Garrakor to stay until he was able to
find some course of action. So begins the legend of Garrakor Garum.

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Chapter 2

New Beginnings
Added Fri Dec 1 10:40:19 2006 at level 25:

Garrakor progressed swiftly through the ranks of the Warrior guild. He
learned the use of all weapons, and found that the sword best suited his
fighting style. The nightmares continued to haunt him and sleep every night
was a chore. He found that when he did battle evil and win that the feeling
of victory was short lived and left him feeling empty. He would barely speak
to the other members of the guild and only to the guildmaster when he was
training. He was alone.

Garrakor overheard one of the other warriors of the guild speak of a great
Fortress, located north of the Voralian city. He heard that this Fortress
housed the Maran, who were sworn to destroy the evil of Thera. Garrakor felt
a resurgence of hope upon hearing these words. Brothers in arms! He had to
find out more about this Fortress.

After penning a missive to the members of the Brigade, Garrakor was granted
an interview with the Marshall, Itholin and his lady friend, Ethelle.
Garrakor expressed his desire to destroy evil and avenge his torture and
those that he had lost. Itholin and Ethelle explained that feelings such as
these were dangerous and that he was walking a fine line between fighting for
a righteous cause and becoming that which he sought to destroy. Garrakor was
given a squiership within the brigade and a new desire to prove himself as a
champion of the Light. A Maran.

Role

Chapter 1

Coming of Age
Added Mon Jan 8 12:36:41 2007 at level 51:

The Fortress had been good to Garrakor and he made every effort to be good to
the Fortress. When the maran called for help, he would heed that call as fast
as possible. No matter the odds, Garrakor refused to run from a fight that
put his Fortress in jeopardy. Even in defeat he felt a sense of
accomplishment. His enemies would sometimes even praise his efforts against
overwhelming odds. Garrakor would try to preach to them sometimes, but he was
no acolyte. His strength lay in the swords and maces that he carried, not in
his words and his enemies seemed to respect that.

The Lords of the Fortress had taken notice of Garrakor and after a short
discussion with the Watcher, he was promoted to full Maran status. What a
proud day this was for him! Not being one who was known for praising the
gods, Garrakor felt honored to have been noticed from Asgaard. The tortures
of his past now seemed a distant memory as he forged ahead with his new life.
Striving to be an example for the younger members of the Fortress, Garrakor
made a vow to stand strong against all odds and to do his best to teach
through example. Leave the teaching to the priests and Acolytes, because
after all...actions speak louder than words.

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	11
Total PK Assists	17
Average Group Size Per Kill	2.29

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Super-Ganky

Average Group Size Per Death

1.30

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

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	11 (7 at level 51)
Total PK Losses	30
Total Mob Deaths	8
# of Assassination Deaths	2

PK Wins by Class
VS. thief	2
VS. warrior	3
VS. anti-paladin	1
VS. bard	1
VS. shaman	2
VS. berserker	2

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	5
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. BATTLE	1
VS. EMPIRE	3
VS. TRIBUNAL	1

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	0
VS. Neutral	0
VS. Evil	11

PK Deaths by Class
VS. thief	1
VS. warrior	6
VS. anti-paladin	5
VS. assassin	3
VS. ranger	2
VS. invoker	3
VS. bard	3
VS. shaman	5
VS. conjurer	1
VS. berserker	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	7
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. EMPIRE	15
VS. SCION	6
VS. TRIBUNAL	1

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	0
VS. Neutral	1
VS. Evil	29

Cabal Powers List

Level 15	mantle of the phoenix	88%
Level 25	lightforge	85%
Level 30	phoenix brand	73%
Level 35	cry of deliverance	73%

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	6050
Experience from Skill improvements	8093
Experience from Exploration	6850
Experience from Quests	3275
Experience from Commerce	1425

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Mon Nov 20 17:45:20 2006
Quests Completed	6
Exploration Points Found	27
Bonus Experience from Immortals	2000
(WANTED) Criminal	2 times
Hours spent at Hero	59 hours
% of lifetime in the wilderness	28 %
% of lifetime in the cities	13 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	3 %
% of lifetime caballed	88 %

Skill List

Level 30	fourth attack	100%
Level 30	dent	1%
Level 30	dash	1%
Level 31	flurry	81%
Level 33	drum	98%
Level 35	precise aim	1%
Level 36	bone armor use	1%
Level 46	enhanced reactions	100%

Skill List

Level 1	axe	90%
Level 1	dagger	86%
Level 1	flail	88%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	polearm	86%
Level 1	spear	79%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	staff	77%
Level 1	whip	76%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	93%
Level 1	parry	100%
Level 1	rescue	85%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	86%
Level 2	improved compare	76%
Level 2	elbow	1%
Level 2	metal armor use	1%
Level 2	light armor use	1%
Level 3	dirt kicking	100%
Level 4	aim	1%
Level 4	knee	1%
Level 5	second attack	100%
Level 6	fast healing	99%
Level 8	kick	1%
Level 10	disarm	100%
Level 10	feint	93%
Level 12	third attack	100%
Level 12	dual wield	100%
Level 12	sharpen sight	75%
Level 13	dodge	100%
Level 14	haggle	78%
Level 14	pierce	1%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	trip	1%
Level 15	shield cleave	1%
Level 15	pugil	1%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 16	charge	1%
Level 17	thrust	1%
Level 18	berserk	94%
Level 18	lash	1%
Level 19	slice	1%
Level 20	eyes of flame	70%
Level 20	warcry	84%
Level 20	flourintine	100%
Level 20	backhand	1%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	lore	88%
Level 21	retreat	75%
Level 22	cross	1%
Level 22	zeal	81%
Level 23	offhand disarm	77%
Level 23	deflect shield	1%
Level 24	evade	1%
Level 24	double thrust	100%
Level 25	drive	75%
Level 26	jab	99%
Level 26	cranial	100%
Level 27	parting blow	78%
Level 28	boneshatter	100%
Level 29	riposte	81%

Timeline

Tue Nov 28 15:15:11 2006 at level 20 (11 hrs):
Garrakor advanced to level 20

Wed Nov 29 18:22:19 2006 at level 20 (14 hrs):
Inducted into FORTRESS by Itholin.

Sat Dec 2 09:52:17 2006 at level 30 (24 hrs):
Garrakor advanced to level 30

Tue Dec 5 12:30:45 2006 at level 40 (35 hrs):
Garrakor advanced to level 40

Thu Dec 21 15:13:42 2006 at level 51 (81 hrs):
Garrakor advanced to level 51

Wed Dec 27 09:54:40 2006 at level 51 (82 hrs):
Corrlaan made Garrakor a Maran

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	73
# of logins without their cabal item	9
# of logouts with their cabal item	70
# of logouts without their cabal item	7
# of times they lost their cabal item	11
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	6
# of times they took another cabal item	33

Class Specifics

Weapon Specializations

Sword

Mace

Legacies

Fires of Adversity

Trapping Beneath Thunder