Ilmdrin Auvry Ndar the Shinan, Initiate of the Onyx Scarab

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Description

Eyes of the deepest gray gaze forth from an extremely angular ebony face. His
nose is small and perfectly shaped. High cheek bones compliment his sharp
pointed chin. His teeth are pearl white, almost as brilliantly stark white as
his ragged long hair which is pulled back and left tied with a small leather
band at the nape of his thin ebony neck. This ones fingers are long and thin,
his nails seem to have been bitten instead of properly trimmed. A variety of
small scars mar the surface of his dark skin where the skin shows.
You also see that.

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Score

Level	47	Sex	male	Race	dark-elf
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Evil	Class	assassin
Practices	4	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	577086	To Level	30574	Sphere	Destruction
Age middle-aged, 457 years old (354 hours)
Hit Points	547	Mana	695	Movement	776
Strength	17	Intelligence	24	Wisdom	21
Dexterity	24	Constitution	9	Charisma	16
Carry #	0/38	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	191	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	0	Damroll	2

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	0
Experience from Skill improvements	23659
Experience from Exploration	9925
Experience from Quests	13200
Experience from Commerce	1445

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Mon Jun 11 17:35:41 2007
Quests Completed	13
Exploration Points Found	33
Bonus Experience from Immortals	5000
(WANTED) Criminal	9 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	21 %
% of lifetime in the cities	29 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %

Edges

Strong Back
Faeglow
Cave Fighter
Ground Fighter
Smoke and Mirrors
Master of Nage Waza
Master of Ukemi
Startling Strike
Master of Uraken
Subterranean Stalker
Remain Conscious
Evasive
Fortitude of the Flesh
Strong Memory

Timeline

Fri Jun 15 14:21:18 2007 at level 20 (18 hrs):
Ilmdrin advanced to level 20 <PK: 2-0>

Wed Jun 20 22:51:45 2007 at level 30 (41 hrs):
Ilmdrin advanced to level 30 <PK: 3-2>

Fri Sep 7 21:31:47 2007 at level 38 (212 hrs):
Tattooed by Cyradia.

Tue Sep 11 14:51:52 2007 at level 40 (222 hrs):
Ilmdrin advanced to level 40 <PK: 105-23>

Title History

Sun Aug 26 17:55:40 2007, level 38 (182 hrs):
Ilmdrin Auvry Ndar the Yama Arashi

Fri Sep 7 21:35:12 2007, level 38 (212 hrs):
Ilmdrin Auvry Ndar the Yama Arashi, Initiate of the Onyx Scarab

Skill List

Level 1	dagger	100%
Level 1	spear	100%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	staff	100%
Level 1	dodge	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	100%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	wheel kick	100%
Level 2	improved compare	99%
Level 3	dirt kicking	100%
Level 4	hide	100%
Level 4	sneak	100%
Level 5	aim	98%
Level 5	dark vision	1%
Level 6	sweep kick	99%
Level 7	evade	83%
Level 7	heightened awareness	100%
Level 8	trip	100%
Level 8	light armor use	100%
Level 9	fast healing	100%
Level 9	bind wounds	100%
Level 10	detect hidden	100%
Level 10	second attack	100%
Level 10	endure	100%
Level 10	mark of the prey	99%
Level 11	parry	100%
Level 11	side kick	99%
Level 12	shield block	100%
Level 13	disarm	100%
Level 13	caltraps	100%
Level 14	pick lock	84%
Level 14	pierce	1%
Level 15	meditation	100%
Level 15	unarmed defense	100%
Level 16	third attack	100%
Level 16	vanish	100%
Level 16	scissor kick	100%
Level 17	haggle	90%
Level 17	throw	100%
Level 18	blindness dust	100%
Level 18	dual wield	100%
Level 19	lore	1%
Level 20	poison smoke	99%
Level 20	nerve	99%
Level 20	strangle	100%
Level 20	traceless	100%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 20	locate mark	1%
Level 21	enhanced damage	100%
Level 21	mule kick	100%
Level 22	kotegaeshi	100%
Level 24	ground control	100%
Level 25	pugil	99%
Level 25	poison dagger	100%
Level 26	crescent kick	100%
Level 27	tiger claw	100%
Level 28	kansetsuwaza	100%
Level 29	precise aim	95%
Level 30	backfist	99%
Level 31	axe kick	100%

Skill List

Level 35	assassinate	100%
Level 35	stalk	100%
Level 35	poison darts	100%
Level 36	mountain storm kick	100%
Level 40	owaza	100%
Level 41	double spin kick	100%
Level 44	martial trance	82%
Level 46	rising phoenix kick	100%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	154 (15 at level 47)
Total PK Losses	41
Total Mob Deaths	14
# of Assassinations	93

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	7
VS. thief	5
VS. warrior	50
VS. paladin	7
VS. anti-paladin	14
VS. assassin	10
VS. ranger	5
VS. invoker	4
VS. bard	16
VS. healer	8
VS. conjurer	8
VS. berserker	2
VS. shapeshifter	18

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	78
VS. FORTRESS	23
VS. OUTLANDER	10
VS. BATTLE	9
VS. HERALD	4
VS. EMPIRE	15
VS. NEXUS	9
VS. TRIBUNAL	6

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	77
VS. Neutral	38
VS. Evil	39

PK Deaths by Class
VS. transmuter	4
VS. warrior	12
VS. paladin	3
VS. anti-paladin	2
VS. assassin	7
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	2
VS. shaman	1
VS. druid	1
VS. berserker	1
VS. shapeshifter	7

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	10
VS. FORTRESS	5
VS. OUTLANDER	2
VS. BATTLE	4
VS. HERALD	1
VS. EMPIRE	6
VS. SCION	4
VS. NEXUS	3
VS. TRIBUNAL	6

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	9
VS. Neutral	17
VS. Evil	15

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	154
Total PK Assists	16
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.14

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

Average Group Size Per Death

1.32

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

Immortal Comments

Thu Jul 5 11:23:01 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 37 (98 hrs):
An Immortal added 1500 exp for: For role entries. A bunch of them, and pretty well written.

Sun Aug 5 23:30:32 2007 by 'Farigno' at level 37 (151 hrs):
Very classy assassination of Ariola in front of three or four other imperials.

Sun Aug 5 23:32:12 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 37 (151 hrs):
An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Assassinating an imperial in front of Hunsobo's ghost after he age died. Smoove.

Tue Aug 21 08:28:34 2007 by 'Twist' at level 38 (175 hrs):
From what I've seen, this guy's roleplay is pretty good, whether he just killed someone or just got killed. Or neither!

Fri Sep 7 21:34:10 2007 by 'Cyradia' at level 38 (212 hrs):
Excellent intro talk...obviously been around the block and has complete understanding of the religion. Tattooed. I really hope he keeps it up.

Fri Sep 7 21:34:23 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 38 (212 hrs):
An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Tattoo!

Fri Sep 14 22:49:19 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (231 hrs):
An Immortal added 500 exp for: For the beginning of a little rp revolving the assassination of someone.

Sat Sep 15 10:06:33 2007 by 'Baerinika' at level 41 (234 hrs):
Role contest prizes for Sept 07 were Traceless, some con, and Master of Nage Waza

Sat Sep 22 00:46:00 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 42 (250 hrs):
Sometimes, it's post kill/death cool RP. Sometimes it's like, there's a start of conversation, the other person's done, and then Ilmdrin just keeps talking and talking and talking and talking, which bugs the hell out of me. B

Sat Sep 22 00:46:24 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 42 (250 hrs):
But, hell, at least he's trying as fara as the RP goes. That's a lot more than I can say for some people.

Sun Sep 30 23:30:34 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 44 (278 hrs):
This guy dies and doesn't even miss a beat. RP stays going, and he just gets right back in there. Thumbs up.

Role

Chapter 1

Dangerous games.
Added Thu Nov 1 20:48:50 2007 at level 47:

The scene unfolds as though curtains of the deepest onyx slide apart before
you. Gliding through the ornate double doors and over the large engraved
scarab upon the floor you near an altar with the grotesquery of rotting heads
lined out upon it. To either side of you are the outline of two shimmering
doorways surrounded by rather simple torches that blaze almost with a life of
their own. Closer still, closer to the altar, and then it surprisingly opens
before you and you begin to glide down the stairs that were hidden within. As
the hallway suddenly widens into a deep chamber two things instantly encroach
upon your visage. The first, central within the squared room is a coffin
resting so very remotely, strange for such a thing to be within an altar
room. And second, against the wall directly to your side two forms seem to be
caught against each other, the very force of their thoughts almost palpable
upon the air. Pressed forcefully up against the wall and down upon his knees
is an dark elf of the deepest ebony, he seems almost balanced though he is
pressed down and against the wall and even though he is apparently off his
guard he still has a hand behind him so close to the hilt of a dagger that is
nearly impossible to see within the folds of his clothing. She though, is an
utterly impressive sight. The steel hard muscles of her fore arm ripple
distinctly as she clutches the neck of the drow in what must certainly be a
bone crushing grip of certain demise. Her thick red hair shrouds her face
just slightly and draws your attention with its lustrous gleam. And even
though she is bent forward to reach down and clasp the drow in a forceful
grip, she still holds the sense of regality that a queen would when holding
an audience with her subjects. The muscles ripple and tighten more, and
though a wheeze of breath escapes the dark-elf that you are sure is his last
he still fervently begins to draw forth the dagger to do what he will to
survive. Just then, she releases him and withdraws ever so slightly,
motioning him to rise, and just as swiftly she encroaches once more upon him
and grasps his arm. Blood wells through the sleeve and just as quickly as she
reached forth she withdraws her arm, ripping the sleeve and some skin with it
as she does. Upon the ebony arm of this drow now resides an intricate
Onyx Scarab.

Role

Chapter 2

An ending, to a story.
Added Wed Jun 27 21:40:21 2007 at level 36:

Ah, excellent, a fine deep red, this will truly do. My tale draws to an end
my dear fellow, and I am sure you have a variety of questions, do ask away
and I shall answer what I may. Mmm, this truly is a decent wine likely made
from a decent berry, much better then..Whats that, oh yes, ask away as you
want. Of course I may not be able to answer all that you ask if even a
little, there may or may not be only so much I know. First though, you shall
have to tell me whom that chap over in the dark corner is, he has been
listening to us after all.

Turning to peer into the deep shadows that were pointed to you see nothing,
as you gaze deeper and deeper something occurs to you. Something rather
troubling about this man whom has kept his form hidden this entire time and
spoken with different accents and pace. His hand, when he reached . . .
everything slows almost as if time itself stands still. So fully you feel the
blade sink greedily through your back, through the spine, and ever so slowly
it explodes through the front of your chest. You slump, all strength gone,
and a hand.. an ebony hand grips your shoulder almost delicately. You feel
heat by your left ear, a breath or presence, and then a whisper.

You truly should have asked what I wished to drink before you assumed so
quickly, dear human. Now, instead of merely ending your life for all that you
know, all that I myself have told you, for we all must have an ear from time
to time. I shall end your life, painfully, for the simple enjoyment of it.

As the last of his whispers drift warmly across your ear the sword sticking
out of your chest twists suddenly and the entire room begins to swim into
darkness.

Role

Chapter 3

The text.
Added Sat Jun 16 17:31:56 2007 at level 23:

My my, what a decidedly despicable drow our prince is. Wandering as he
wished, from forest to forest, city to city, down road after road, silently,
almost always by the light of the moon though he did not need it. Taking what
he wished from whomever he wished to take it from whenever he wished to take
what he wanted or needed for survival. He learned the language through mere
listening from the deepest of the darkest shadows. So close to those
conversing that he could have leaned forward and plucked the very hair from
their very heads. Years passed and he continued this way, even going so far
as to break into the various book repositories of Thera, for that is what
this surface world was called, Thera. More years passed and he became more
proficient at living and learning on this surface world. Within this time,
sometime, for he himself is not certain of the exact date that he came across
it, our Prince found and began to study a text that has become rather
precious to him. It is odd, how things happen, and how the currents of time
can shift and take individuals down different winding paths. This text,
scribed by the First Cantor Amberlea Von Straaden, the Sacraa became his
guide down the paths of this new so very fitting life. Ah, how dry my throat
has become once more, young one, perhaps you could gather me a fine red wine
this time instead of more of that horrid bear substance.

Role

Chapter 4

Flourishing obstinance
Added Thu Jun 14 19:49:18 2007 at level 18:

How our prince despised the very core of the politics and treachery that had
led him into this struggle of life within the very worst of the wilds that
the underdark has to offer. His struggle at first was obvious, despite his
tenacity with his blades and his cunning with the art of silence, our prince
had trouble finding enough food to survive. His entire days were spent
scavenging for a mere penance of food, just enough to live another day. Words
began to leave him though his thoughts always raced, always he would curse
the twist of fated slavery that ended him here. Deeper his being sank, deeper
and deeper into the very essence of primitive creature that resides within
all, and as he sank deeper he began to live more easily. He began to follow
his senses for food and almost seemed to find it easily. He avoided the
dangers of the cave fisher without even realizing his actions until after he
had subconsciously chosen an alternate route. Such was the way his life began
to flow, day in, day out, gather food and hunt and then scout his terrain to
clean away any predators that may threaten his existence. Days, Weeks,
Months, Years? What is time when one does not keep track, or even have the
simple need of time itself? Suffice to say, our prince spent a rather decent
amount of his adolescent days honing the very fiber of the instincts which
all men possess. Time passed, and still he wandered to explore, in phases. He
would gather food for some time and take it with him. Many of these trips
were rather uneventful, but one, and it only truly takes once for everything
to become unsettled and disrupted. Once, a draft, unnatural to one whom is
used to utter stillness, our prince decided to follow his senses. And so he
found himself in the depths of a mountain range, though what a mountain was,
he had no idea. The nights endless depths, twinkling stars, and the noises,
so much movement, so vibrant, life everywhere. He was so astonished that he
fled back into the depths of the cave to catch his breath, almost terrified.
It did not take long for him to overcome such a simple and utterly
debilitating feel. Our prince crept back out into the ledge and began a slow
surveying decent into the entirely fascinating place.

Role

Chapter 5

Silence.
Added Wed Jun 13 22:36:47 2007 at level 16:

Oh how the Auvry Ndar used him, none to kindly might I add. How do I know all
this? Well young one, I listen. Now, as I was saying. Our poor poor prince,
delegated to a life of service and self sacrifice at the tip of a dagger for
another mans wishes. Of course, young one, it did not help in the least
that the Blood of the Black Hearts had themselves ended every piece of his
former, rather lush, existence. Murder, plotting, intricate and simple, even
pathetic thieving from the various houses, these were his curse and his bane.
Such things delighted him though, he enjoyed them, it was the only time he
felt alive once more, when he was in the thrall of one of his various ordered
missions. Of course the missions never lasted and he would once again
be considered the honored slave, one who could never be trusted and would
merely be used until he was nothing but a husk. The obvious course of action,
for one whom had always considered himself slightly more free spirited then
those whom surrounded him, would be to escape. But our prince could not
merely just steal into the depths of the underdark without some small revenge
for the utter annoyance that Auvry Ndar had caused him. It was no simple
thing to find whom the true ruler of the Black Hearts was. Nor was it a
simple thing for him to make his way into the heavily guarded section of this
ones quarters. Such was rather complex and took time, what was not complex,
what did not take time, what he enjoyed so very immensely was sliding his
familiar knife across the front of his slave drivers throat. Silent, so
silent, clutching the lifeless body close, hugging it gently as he sank down
to the floor, so silent. Just as silently he was gone, into the underdark, to
find his freedom and live however he wished.

Role

Chapter 6

Service.
Added Mon Jun 11 21:48:53 2007 at level 7:

Now now young one, where were we, ah yes of course. Hmm, an excellent draft,
I shall have to thank you later for this delightful drink. You see, the most
interesting thing about these drow is that they are rather mysterious and
hardly known by any, to say the least. Yes yes, I know, drow in general are
secretive and little is known of them, these though, Auvry Ndar by name, and
you could find your death merely for knowing that name, are not known by any.
You must realize that the prince, though his house was dead he was still
that, had had the most spectacular training that influence and money could
purchase. Such is the benefit he had and such is the curse his house fell
from, for they could not pay back their so very large debt of coin and
action. His training in the martial academy was so extensive that he would
himself stand in on the classes that the actual teachers would attend
themselves. He even began to study the art of silent death, reserved for
specific individuals and circumstances. Such you see, is what drew Auvry Ndar
to him, they themselves took it upon themselves to be put in place to accept
the substantial payment to eliminate house Uhevrile, all but the prince of
course. And so, the prince of an extinct house found himself in a most
interest and dangerous situation, either accept their invitation and stand as
one of the Auvry Ndar, or join his house in extinction where none would ever
know of him nor acknowledge his existence. Of course, any creature who has
the cursed blessing of knowing that they will eventually die naturally
strives with all that they are to stay alive for as long as they are able.
Thus Ilmdrin found himself in service to the Auvry Ndar.

Role

Chapter 7

Death of a house, birth of death.
Added Mon Jun 11 18:44:19 2007 at level 4:

Violet lightning danced across the stone gargoyle effigy as though enjoying
the very play within the violently destructive dance. Sinking into a smoking
ruined pile of unlife, the effigy was the first to fall silently from the
ramparts. The split second of brilliantly colored lights the only noticeable
sign heralding the demise this gargoyle and all of its similarly made stone
brothers. Ah how efficient the drow are with the delicacies of so very
deadly silence, not only moving in such an unheard manner but these
apparently able to drape the cloak of silent death around those they dispatch
as well. Dispatching the militia and guards was no simple matter but not
nearly as difficult as most might find, oh the irony of these mercenaries,
magically locking the doors the guards guard so that they can not enter their
own house of sanctuary to warn those they protect, so very malicious. And how
easy it was for the master of the art to merely dispel the very same
enchantment so that these silent creatures might move into the house
completely unnoticed. One need not portray in any other way what transpired
within, the brutality of the drow is well known to all and shall save you the
dread and nightmares that will most certainly follow a description of such
despicably evil and undoubtedly mentally unstable actions. One item though
must be noted, for such does truly indeed have a rather noticeable effect
upon this tale. After these creatures finished their business which we dare
not speak of, they came upon a single still living young man. This young man
was not only unfazed by the utterly callous actions of these mercenaries, he
had taken his final stand in a corner weapons drawn and ready. Seeming to
sense a similarity, an almost kinship, in the utterly contemptuous and
fearless way with which this drow held himself, the mercenaries began to grow
interested. I shall not bore you with the details of the discussion that
followed and the unnatural, could it have been mercy, no not mercy but
something, with which the mercenaries showed to the lone prince of a now dead
house. One could not know that the Auvry Ndar, which literally translates to
Blood of the Black hearts, was solely comprised of the chosen first born
princes of the extinct houses now living only in the history of Teth Azeleth.
Ah, worry not tired traveler, I shall tell you more, but one can not talk
with such a dry mouth, you understand dont you?