Ijkiela the Lady of the Apocalypse

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Description

The slightly shorter than average heighted, slim arial before you is
dominated by a pale crooked beak, that does not close properly. Above sits
two large, almost protruding char-coal black eyes. White colored feathers
cover her body with the occasional black one in sharp contrast. Her wings
seem a bit overlarge for her body, and the dark feathers are more frequent on
them. Her body is quite lean, but still her musculature can be seen beneath
the layer of feathers. Rounded shoulders continue with long stringy arms.
Long slim legs end in sharp claws. Many thin scars can be seen shining
brightly on her legs, as no feathers grow on those bare patches.

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Score

Level	36	Sex	female	Race	arial
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Evil	Class	anti-paladin
Practices	23	Trains	0	Hometown	Hamsah Mu'tazz
Exp	316932	To Level	17218	Sphere	Beauty
Age mature, 29 years old (162 hours)
Hit Points	462	Mana	606	Movement	549
Strength	19	Intelligence	23	Wisdom	18
Dexterity	24	Constitution	6	Charisma	15
Carry #	0/38	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	300	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	0	Damroll	0

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	500
Experience from Skill improvements	12369
Experience from Exploration	3300
Experience from Quests	13450
Experience from Commerce	5530

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Mon Jun 4 13:52:11 2007
Quests Completed	14
Exploration Points Found	19
Bonus Experience from Immortals	1000
(WANTED) Criminal	2 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	28 %
% of lifetime in the cities	29 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %

Class Specifics

Total unholy blessing charges	53
# of leeched weapons	0
# of deaths from destruction of your unholy weapon	1
Best unholy weapon	+26 Hit, +26 Dam, +220 HP, +220 mana

Timeline

Fri Jun 15 18:40:24 2007 at level 20 (25 hrs):
Ijkiela advanced to level 20 <PK: 4-1>

Wed Jun 27 14:04:27 2007 at level 30 (57 hrs):
Ijkiela advanced to level 30 <PK: 12-3>

Skill List

Level 1	axe	77%
Level 1	dagger	75%
Level 1	flail	82%
Level 1	mace	86%
Level 1	polearm	99%
Level 1	spear	100%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	whip	100%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	parry	94%
Level 1	scrolls	79%
Level 1	wands	86%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	90%
Level 2	improved compare	84%
Level 3	dirt kicking	1%
Level 5	elbow	1%
Level 6	knee	1%
Level 7	second attack	100%
Level 7	fast healing	100%
Level 8	haggle	78%
Level 8	aim	82%
Level 9	kick	1%
Level 10	trip	97%
Level 10	pick lock	71%
Level 11	disarm	76%
Level 11	inspect goods	1%
Level 12	metal armor use	91%
Level 13	third attack	100%
Level 14	hand to hand	74%
Level 15	bash	76%
Level 15	lash	1%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 15	dual wield	100%
Level 17	shield cleave	1%
Level 18	thrust	84%
Level 19	pierce	94%
Level 20	charge	1%
Level 20	lore	1%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 20	slice	100%
Level 21	light armor use	79%
Level 23	faceslash	71%
Level 25	cleave	79%
Level 26	lashes of the slave	95%
Level 28	vault	80%
Level 29	crippling strike	71%
Level 30	demand	1%
Level 33	charge of the morosa	100%
Level 38	mystical armor use	1%
Level 43	evade	1%

Spell List

Level 2	chill touch	1%
Level 4	blindness	100%
Level 5	detect magic	1%
Level 6	poison	92%
Level 8	curse	81%
Level 8	protection	93%
Level 9	invis	98%
Level 10	detect invis	96%
Level 12	teleport	92%
Level 13	lightning bolt	100%
Level 16	energy drain	82%
Level 19	excision	81%
Level 21	summon	98%
Level 22	deafen	78%
Level 24	power word despondence	71%
Level 25	plague	85%
Level 25	sleep	100%
Level 27	fireball	86%
Level 31	aura of despair	76%
Level 32	iceball	100%
Level 34	bloodlust of the twelve fiends	91%
Level 35	enervating spirits	1%
Level 36	unholy blessing	71%
Level 36	leech unholy blessing	73%
Level 40	iron grip of azazel	1%
Level 42	worldbind	1%
Level 43	flames of Ninauurm	75%
Level 43	control unholy blessing	75%
Level 45	icy grip of Baalduru	75%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	62 (50 at level 36)
Total PK Losses	16
Total Mob Deaths	27
# of Assassination Deaths	1

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	4
VS. thief	5
VS. warrior	22
VS. paladin	2
VS. anti-paladin	5
VS. assassin	5
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	1
VS. bard	6
VS. conjurer	1
VS. berserker	2
VS. shapeshifter	8

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	37
VS. FORTRESS	4
VS. OUTLANDER	5
VS. BATTLE	10
VS. EMPIRE	4
VS. SCION	1
VS. NEXUS	1

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	26
VS. Neutral	18
VS. Evil	18

PK Deaths by Class
VS. thief	2
VS. warrior	7
VS. anti-paladin	2
VS. assassin	3
VS. druid	1
VS. shapeshifter	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	9
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. BATTLE	5

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	1
VS. Neutral	5
VS. Evil	10

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	62
Total PK Assists	12
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.27

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Self-Reliant

Average Group Size Per Death

1.06

Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Destroyed By The Honorbound

Immortal Comments

Tue Jun 19 13:46:42 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 24 (30 hrs):
An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Good A-P role.

Sun Aug 12 12:18:10 2007 by 'Khasotholas' at level 36 (139 hrs):
Level sitting and building a nicely charged spear.

Role

Chapter 1

Background continued
Added Sat Jun 9 10:12:44 2007 at level 15:

Another loud crash with sound of splintering wood brought her thoughts too
present. She crouched painfully and tried to peer out beneath the door.
Outlined of the bright moon she could see a man standing holding what
appeared to be a spear.

-I have come for the ugly little freak, the man said each word clipped and
filled with hatred.
-Dont do this, her fathers panicked voice, she has paid for her crimes. She
suffered a whipping tied to the village pole. You saw it you were there!
-Not nearly enough, the man growled.

The sound of scuffling could be heard. Curses sounded, they were fighting she
realised. Suddenly a horrible scream and the breaking of wood. A drop fell to
her face, looking up she uttered a silent scream in horror. A spear
protruded through the door and was dripping blood upon her brow. It swung
inwards and she crawled backwards on her arms and legs. Her father was
suspended on the dear, impaled by the spear. The man stood in the door way
and snarled at her. Starting forward he suddenly stopped as a long heavy
knife pierced out through his chest. Her mother was standing behind with a
horrified expression.
-Go!, she shouted, you must leave this place. There will be trouble after
this. You are not safe here.

And so she ran. Ran as far as she could, slept only little until she came
upon Hamsah Mutazz. There she sank down by the fountain and drank greedily.
Tired and hungry she did not know what to do. All she realised that her
family was gone and only because of how ugly she looked, she thought angrily.
She saw a boy grimacing at her and despair hit her. How was she ever to
change this.

Just then a large giant came into view chasing a man. With a single stroke of
his axe he struck him down and laughed, quite insanely.'As the great giant
beant down over the corpse she realised he was stealing some of the mans
essence, growing in power. A thought came to her then, this is how I can grow
powerfull enough. With every one I slay I shall have more power and less
ugly, until they all look upon me with adoration. Setting her mind she
quickly found the anti-paladins guild and walking in she took her first steps
towards her destiny.

Role

Chapter 2

background
Added Thu Jun 7 14:35:42 2007 at level 7:

There was a loud crash and Ijkielas mismatched eyes snapped open. Feeling her
heart thump widely she shook her head, not sure wether she was still in the
land of dreams where she often she would find herself soaring and people
looking at her in admiration and adoration instead of calling her an ugly
freak. Another loud crash and the sound of wood breaking and snapping.
Frightened now she pulled her blankets around her. It came from the other
room she thought. Slowly she made her way towards the door on trembling legs
and arms. She could hear voices speaking urgently. Her father and mothers
voice, frantic and panicked they sounded. As she made her way across the
floor her legs started to ache miserable and blood began to seep from the
numerous thin wounds on them.

Only yesterday a few of the village people had cornered her. She had been
pushed into a dark alley and thrown down into the mud and filth. She had
smelled the horse shit and piss around her, and no matter how she tried she
could not quite close her beak. Filth seeped into it and she started to retch
violently, while she could hear the coarse laughter of the men and boys
behind her.

-Look at that little ugly freak, one said in a voice rich with amusement.
-Well atleast it is an improvement, it does help to hide her ugly face. I
should think she would enjoy it.
Ijkiela had struggled to rise but her arms and legs felt so weak. Taking a
deep breath, her head swimming from the fumes of the filth, she slowly turned
over with her wing bent painfully behind her. Just as she did a stream of
warm liquid hit her. It felt surprisingly pleasant. Realisation came a moment
after along with the smell of the sharp piss of a man who spends his time
drinking to much ale to often.
Tears welled up into her eyes as she scrambled backwards into the wall. She
felt hazy and could hardly see the men standing infront of her. Laughing one
man tied up his breeches and walked forward hauling her up into the air.

-I am going to punch your ugly little face in, make you more beautifull to
look at.

She could feel the spittle spraying her face and the foul breath stung her
water-filled eyes. Panick started to fill her and she felt herself shaking
wildly.

-Do your me pretty, she could hear him snarling.

Flailing wildly with her arms and legs she suddenly felt something, her hand
closed around it, and with all her might she shoved towards her captors face.
Suddenly she was dropped down into the mud. Blinking to clear her eyes she
looked up to see the man standing above her with a foot of sharp steel
through his throat. His mouth opened and closed and with a spray of blood.
Then slowly inexorably he dropped down to the mud without a sound. Stunned
silence followed and she could feel herself slipping out of conscience, as
the men closed in around her.
To be continued