Kryllos the Master of Pyrotechniques

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Description

It is evident that the half-drow you look upon suffers from some
form of affliction. What little flesh his gaunt frame supports is
the sickening purplish-yellow color of an aged bruise. His wispy
black hair has been pulled back into a rear ponytail and bound
thrice with a leather wrap. While you can tell he is yet in his
youth his visage is that of one who has suffered from either extreme
hunger or advanced aging. Eyes that might have once been lavender
are now muddled with the lines of ruptured blood vessels and the
milky white clouds that mark cataracts. A boney nose overlooks thin
lips that have receded slightly from his mouth due to the tightening
of his skin. Stark white teeth appear larger than normal due the
retreat of his gum-line. A six-inch goatee of black hair bound by
silver wire has still managed to find purchase on his severe chin.

What garb he sports lends more to the profession of mage than
merchant. Binding his robes are several belts, each supporting
numerous pouches laden with fragrant and odorous substances
While little in the way of weaponry can be seen he does bear a
satchel that barely holds a large tome.

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Score

Level	46	Sex	male	Race	half-drow
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Evil	Class	invoker
Practices	32	Trains	0	Hometown	Udgaard
Exp	401609	To Level	4791	Sphere	Time/Fate
Age middle-aged, 120 years old (205 hours)
Hit Points	405	Mana	978	Movement	593
Strength	18	Intelligence	24	Wisdom	21
Dexterity	21	Constitution	19	Charisma	17
Carry #	0/35	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	20	Silver	24	Copper	11
Wimpy	0	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	7	Damroll	0

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	6350
Experience from Skill improvements	26817
Experience from Exploration	6625
Experience from Quests	5700
Experience from Commerce	6070

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Thu Feb 8 23:06:01 2007
Quests Completed	11
Exploration Points Found	32
Bonus Experience from Immortals	2000
(WANTED) Criminal	0 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	53 %
% of lifetime in the cities	16 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %
% of lifetime caballed	16 %

Class Specifics

Affinity
Air	7
Earth	5
Fire	5
Water	0
Ice	7
Ooze	6
Lightning	5

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	10
# of logins without their cabal item	19
# of logouts with their cabal item	17
# of logouts without their cabal item	8
# of times they lost their cabal item	4
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	11
# of times they took another cabal item	1

Timeline

Thu Mar 8 14:40:19 2007 at level 20 (66 hrs):
Kryllos advanced to level 20 <PK: 17-5>

Sun Mar 18 11:09:12 2007 at level 30 (85 hrs):
Kryllos advanced to level 30 <PK: 19-5>

Sat Mar 31 22:36:05 2007 at level 40 (124 hrs):
Kryllos advanced to level 40 <PK: 19-5>

Wed Apr 11 23:02:35 2007 at level 46 (169 hrs):
Inducted into SCION by Eshval.

Skill List

Level 1	dagger	78%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	whip	1%
Level 1	scrolls	84%
Level 1	talismans	84%
Level 1	wands	94%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	spellcraft	100%
Level 2	improved compare	88%
Level 5	meditation	100%
Level 8	haggle	91%
Level 11	inspect goods	1%
Level 13	trance	100%
Level 15	parry	96%
Level 15	fast healing	99%
Level 20	lash	1%
Level 20	divination	70%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 23	hand to hand	76%
Level 28	second attack	100%
Level 28	mystical armor use	1%
Level 35	volley	73%

Spell List

Level 1	channel heat	100%
Level 1	create water	1%
Level 1	cyclone	100%
Level 1	earthquake	100%
Level 1	frost fingers	100%
Level 1	shocking touch	100%
Level 1	acidic secretion	100%
Level 2	detect magic	75%
Level 3	detect invis	100%
Level 4	invis	100%
Level 5	sheen of stone	95%
Level 6	flare	92%
Level 9	infravision	1%
Level 11	whispering wind	1%
Level 12	wall of fire	100%
Level 12	grease	100%
Level 13	charge weapon	100%
Level 13	teleport	100%
Level 13	icicle	100%
Level 14	faerie fog	79%
Level 14	stoneshatter	100%
Level 15	identify	89%
Level 15	elemental attunement	80%
Level 16	wind wall	100%
Level 18	cancellation	91%
Level 19	dispel magic	75%
Level 19	siltscreen	1%
Level 20	despoil	70%
Level 21	fireball	100%
Level 21	lightning bolt	100%
Level 22	avalanche	100%
Level 22	iceshards	100%
Level 23	adhesive web	100%
Level 24	pass door	100%
Level 25	word of recall	90%
Level 27	buffet	100%
Level 27	earth ripple	1%
Level 28	nightwalker	74%
Level 29	gel	100%
Level 30	controlled fireball	100%
Level 30	forked lightning	100%
Level 32	cone of cold	100%
Level 32	pebble to boulder	81%
Level 32	beckon druktrar	73%
Level 34	noxious cloud	1%
Level 35	nova	100%
Level 36	vitriolic stream	100%
Level 37	iceneedles	100%
Level 38	airshield	100%
Level 38	fireshield	100%
Level 38	frostshield	100%
Level 38	shield of flames	92%
Level 38	lightningshield	100%
Level 38	shield of electricity	95%
Level 38	shield of winds	100%
Level 38	shield of ice	97%
Level 38	oozeshield	100%
Level 38	shield of slime	1%

Supplication List

Level 39	iceslick	77%
Level 40	sight of the damned	70%
Level 41	vortex	100%
Level 43	conglaciation	75%
Level 43	forsaken portal	70%
Level 44	improved invis	96%
Level 44	pillar of the heavens	89%
Level 45	immolation	78%
Level 46	quicksand	82%
Level 47	incendiary cloud	1%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	27 (6 at level 46)
Total PK Losses	9
Total Mob Deaths	12

PK Wins by Class
VS. warrior	11
VS. paladin	1
VS. anti-paladin	3
VS. assassin	1
VS. ranger	2
VS. invoker	1
VS. bard	1
VS. shaman	1
VS. healer	1
VS. conjurer	3
VS. berserker	2

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	24
VS. EMPIRE	3

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	8
VS. Neutral	5
VS. Evil	14

PK Deaths by Class
VS. warrior	1
VS. anti-paladin	1
VS. assassin	1
VS. bard	2
VS. shaman	3
VS. shapeshifter	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	5
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. EMPIRE	3

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	2
VS. Neutral	1
VS. Evil	6

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	27
Total PK Assists	2
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.10

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

Average Group Size Per Death

1.33

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

Immortal Comments

Thu Feb 22 21:56:19 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 16 (36 hrs):
An Immortal added 500 exp for: Dude puts some effort into his RP. Thumbs-up.

Sun Mar 4 19:56:59 2007 by 'Eshval' at level 17 (56 hrs):
Nice pray to Pazuzu.

Thu Mar 15 22:07:54 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 28 (82 hrs):
An Immortal added 500 exp for: Whenever I peek in on him, he's doing his own thing and doing a good job with his RP.

Fri Mar 30 09:48:10 2007 by 'Eshval' at level 38 (123 hrs):
RC entry: I enjoyed the storyline within. The plot was well-constructed, and I would rate this higher, but for the lack of proper paragraph formation when dealing with dialogue...it is a mass of print and it makes it difficu

Fri Mar 30 09:50:28 2007 by 'Eshval' at level 38 (123 hrs):
RC entry cont. - difficult to read. Format the work with proper breaks for different folks speaking and not make the entry a three-page paragraph, and it would read easier.

Sat Apr 14 18:38:08 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 46 (173 hrs):
An Immortal added 1000 exp for: 'The loss of possessions do not trouble me greatly. I will gain other tokens from my sacrifices. It pleases me to make a worthy, if fruitless effort.' - Nice statement!

Role

Chapter 1

Background Notes / Sphere Fate
Added Sat Feb 24 22:43:06 2007 at level 16:

You Have Inherited Eternal Damnation

Jhulsivvis Marahail was not the first dark elf to command the
Academy of Necromancy while not pledged to a house, bed
two differing matron-mothers and live, or sell his soul for
power and gain. He may, however, have been the first dark
elf so glib of speech, daring of ambition, and fervent in his
prostrations that he managed to sell his soul to fifteen differing
powers of the lower realms before he met his end. Nine generations
later those of his bloodline still pay his debt.

Before his demise Jhulsivvis had not only pledged his own soul
but a weight in the souls of others. It mattered not if the other
souls he delivered unto his patrons came via sacrifice or sly
coercion as long as he fulfilled his debts. When Jhulsivvis met his
end his debts were far from being fulfilled, and as a result the
burden has been laid upon each of his bloodline since. Most have
went mad, succumbed and taken their own lives, even a few have
sought redemption, but as of yet none have eluded the burden of
their inheritance. Kryllos is the heir to this misfortune and he
seeks a way to avoid his fate.

Kryllos grew to adolescence knowing of the dealings his family
had with the agents of the lower powers. He had thought such
a situation was instigated by his elders, and one in which they
were in control. It was not until a week two passing months after
his academy graduation that he learned the truth. Agents of nine
differing lower planar powers revealed themselves to him in that
span and educated him that the burden was his now that his father
had been slain in an apparent accident. Twas not the graduation
gift he was expecting.


Sphere Fate

Kryllos struggles against his fate. It is destined that regardless of
his actions or intent he can only stave off a fate that will see him
drug off to the Hells like those before him. He feels he is beyond
redemption, but not fully the wicked man he has been driven to be.
He hungers not for ultimate power, vast wealth, or to be lauded as
the paragon of a field of magic, he just desires to be left alone to
decide his own future instead of being driven madly towards his
predestined end. He wants the life he is deserving of with his
talents. He wants out. Desperately he hopes that his fate is fluid
and may be changed to his ends if not avoided fully.

Role

Chapter 2

Background Scene #2 - The Bathing Pits of Hamsah Mu'tazz
Added Thu Feb 15 22:46:03 2007 at level 16:

The bathhouses of Hamsah Mu'Tazz are without equal and Kryllos was
taking full advantage of their offerings. As the serving girl lifted herself
out of the steaming waters of the private bathing pit he eyed her form
and smiled, seemingly very pleased with himself. He placed a hot rag
upon his face and leaned forward within the blistering waters to stretch
his back after his efforts. The events of the prior night had faded easily
with his newfound pleasures. He heard the serving girl gather her
garments and water-pot before opening the squeaky wooden door behind
him to leave. Before the door had shut the scent of jasmine and lavender
stirred upon the steamy air. Another girl had entered as the first left, and
this one had a scent that made him regret his relations he recovered from
now. "Poor the water and leave me girl. I have not enough time or coin
for more entertainment now." He said as he spread his arms to let the
edges of the tiled floor support his weight in the bathing pit. Before he
could lean back he felt the girl slide into the water behind him. Her legs
parted to frame his hips, her arms slid up under his arms to stroke his
chest and pull him back where his head came to rest nestled between her
breasts. Her scent was intoxicating, her body a cradle of flesh that set him
perfectly at ease, he knew he couldn't afford her yet he could not bring
himself to resist her embrace. His mind clouded as lips pulled at the lobe
of his ear. He slid the rag from his face but his eyes remained closed as
hands caressed his hair, his chest, his lower abdomen. His skin tingled
from the feel of nails as they lightly trailed across his exposed skin while
her heels massaged the inside of his knees and thighs. Something tugged
at his mind, something within tried to stir him but his relaxation was near
total. Something was awry, some feeling, some smell, some notion
struggled to rouse him. He managed to induce one languid eye to open and
with such, through a world of steam and sensation, he spied what had
troubled him. There had been too many hands, too much pleasure too soon.
The nail that traced lines upon his abdomen was in truth the tip of a cruelly
barbed tail. His mind raged orders to his body to calm, to not betray the
panic that gripped him, but it was too late. He only tensed slightly but that
was enough to elicit a mirthful chuckle from the lips that played with his
ear. At the sound he tried to heave upward to escape, but her heels clamped
down on his inner knees. Arms as fine as porcelain yet as unyielding as a
dwarf's opinion entwined his chest and neck. He was trapped. On his back,
in a bathing pit, within the embrace of a Succubus he awaited his end.
"You know of your error before I speak don't you servant? You make
offerings to that bloated fool Orcus before honoring the greater debt to
my mistress." the Succubus whispered in his ear with no trace of anger
carried by her tone. "I can explain. I was approached - - argh!!!!" Pain
ripped the words from him as the barbed tail extracted itself from his belly
where it had pierced him. His world became agony as he felt his muscles
spasm, his skin scream at the waters touch, and his lungs struggle to draw
breath. The Succubus

Role

Chapter 3

Background Scene #1 - A fog shrouded night
Added Thu Feb 15 22:32:02 2007 at level 16:

a Galadonian who had moved his family to Mutazz after a transfer by the
Tribunal. He spied the glow of Beldan's lantern pole ahead and quickened
his pace to a near frantic clip. As the glow of the lantern turned to meet
him Beldan began to challenge him, "Hey, who goes - - oh it's you Talmas!
What are you doi - ." He cut the guardsman's question off before it was
finished, "Beldan, I think someone has fallen off the south dock! Near the
warehouses! I think I heard a woman's voice from below!" "What in the
seven hells is anyone doing out down there on a night like this?" Beldan
growled, with the smell of whiskey carried thick on his breath. "I'll grab
the sergeant and we'll be right there." As the guardsman turned to run, the
man grabbed his arm and said, "You best not with whisky on your breath.
I bet that would earn you a solid month of bilge duty." The weight of that
truth settled upon Beldan visibly and he grumbled "Then you're gonna
help me then since you made it my problem." Looking trapped the man
nodded dourly and led the way to the south docks, with the only sound
being the clang of the lantern being jostled about as they hastily made
their way.

"The noise came from near here," The man said. "I heard it as I went to
enter the warehouse." Beldan quickly swung the lantern pole below the
dock's edge, cursing the heavy fog as he did so, but the effort was futile.
"If someone stumbled off they may not be too hurt badly. The tide is
pulling out strong by the sound of it, and I bet you a solid piece of the
Sultan's silver there is not more than a hand of water below. The mud
would break a fall well enough, less the poor sap gets put in the dead-
book by falling on his head," Beldan remarked as he moved to where
the man kneeled at the docks edge. "I hear something," said the man,
"faint but definitely a woman's voice." Beldan dropped onto his belly
and cocked his head to listen better, "I don't hear a thing. You must
have had some of that whisky as well." "Well I am not wearing a helmet
either, am I?" the man said as he scrambled to his feet. "Hand me your
helmet so you can hear better and I'll grab the lantern pole," he added.
"Good idea," said Beldan as he passed the cloth-wrapped domed helm.
As he peered back into the foggy haze the lantern pole flew over his
head, quickly making the twelve foot drop to the shallow water.
"Cyradia's own luck to get mugged while on duty," Beldan muttered
from his prostrated position. "No friend, I am afraid it is much worse
than that," he heard the man reply before the world went even blacker.

The helmet met the guardsman's head with a dull thud, the cloth offering
enough padding to not crush his skull. After pushing the limp form off
the dock the man removed a small vial from his belt pouch and quaffed it.
As the magic of the potion gripped him, his form lightened before he
stepped off the dock and floated down to the body in the surf. Keen eyes
cut the darkness as he used a small knife to cut the straps on the breastplate
and then cast the weapons and armor into the deeper waters. Thankfully
the guardsman lived, or of less worth the efforts would have been. The
guardsman stirred slightly as he was hauled up to the seawall near a sewer
drainag