Ravenar the High Wizard of the Arcane

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Description

The man before you stands above six feet, broad of shoulder and strong of
features. His scalp is shaved to within an inch of his skull, his light brown
hair still leaving an ample forehead. His face is broad yet strong looking,
his nose crooked ever so slightly to the right, the result of some previous
break. Off the top left corner of his mouth, a small scar runs an inch,
giving him a slight sneer. He is clad in a black robe trimmed with white,
around his neck hanging a dangling medallion emblazoned with a battered
pentagram. About his waist is strapped a dirk, though you sense he prefers
the battered walking staff in his hands. A myriad of other pouches, most
likely for spell components, adorn his person. While not unkind looking, he
does have an aura of menace about him.

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Score

Level	51	Sex	male	Race	human
Ethos	Chaotic	Align	Evil	Class	transmuter
Practices	37	Trains	0	Hometown	Hamsah Mu'tazz
Exp	438900	To Level	21600	Sphere	Anger
Age mature, 36 years old (130 hours)
Hit Points	582	Mana	1014	Movement	778
Strength	20	Intelligence	23	Wisdom	19
Dexterity	20	Constitution	16	Charisma	18
Carry #	0/32	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	22	Silver	19	Copper	12
Wimpy	0	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	6	Damroll	4

Role

Chapter 2

"Forging"
Added Fri Aug 24 18:50:12 2007 at level 10:

Ravenar was staring out at the rain, imagining himself across the way, in
Violets cottage. The millers daughter had become his love, and they
were to be married. Felish had been mostly quiet, and the old dwarf was set
to leave. Whatever Felish had hoped to accomplish by bringing the old
Battlerager had failed, and he wasnt shy about furnishing Ravenar with
threats and scowls whenever the opportunity presented itself. It mustve
been Borins public proclamations of his intent to return to his mountain
home that set things off.

Lost in his thoughts, Ravenar almost fell out of his chair as the door burst
open. Borin walked in, bearing a girl in his arms. Ravenars heart sunk.
It was Violet. The old dwarf brought her over to the examining table and set
her down gently. There was blood. A lot of blood.

Felish caughter lad. Stabber her a few times in th gut. Aint
lookin good Im fearin. Aint got no idea fer the life o me why,
though. But Ravenar did. It was when traditional medicine failed that
his talent seemed to kick in. Felish knew it, and when nothing had
happened while Borin was with them, he took matters into his own hands.

The constable appeared then, clasping the old man in one hand, a bloody dirk
held in the other. Ravenar knew then that he was doomed. While he had never
thought his talents to be magical in nature, he knew now with a sudden lurch
in his stomach that the Battlerager would find something amiss.Still, it
was Violet. He had to.

Mustering his will, he poured all his conventional skills into staunching the
bleeding. But no mater how delicate his touch, he couldnt slow the tide
long enough to cauterize the wound cleanly. Drawing in a deep breath of air,
he paused to consider his final choices.

Almost calmly, he set the tip of the tiny iron to the flame, preparing it for
cauterization. Taking his hands, he placed them around her wounds, and
pictured the blood flowing through her.As he concentrated, he sent his
thoughts to her heart, willing it to slow. Nothing happened. He was about
to give up when the beating finally slowed. Her breathing soon slowed to
match. It was as if her entire system slowed to a state of rest.

Inwardly proud, he reached for the ironand felt an iron vice clamp down on
his wrist. His head snapped around, seeing Borins brawny hand gripping
his wrist. There was a look of resignation, almost sadness in the old
dwarfs eyes.

Felish was right about ye, lad. The violet spiders own touch guides
yer. Aint no gift neither. Time ter die, lad. Cant let the taint
spread. Nodding his head slowly, Ravenar caught movement from the corner
of his eye. Felish was grinning like the madman he was.

See Forging (contd)

Role

Chapter 3

BurntHammer
Added Fri Aug 24 18:48:54 2007 at level 10:

Two years had passed, and Ravenar was nearing the halfway mark in his
training. Life had quieted down, his parents had enjoyed several years of
bountiful harvests, and the millers daughter had even been sending a few
smiles his way.Him! The boy the others had scoffed at, too slow to keep up
at tag, and too weak to wrestle.

Chuckling at himself, Ravenar snapped out of his memories. The past is
done, boy, be happy for yourself. He talked to himself sometimes, but
didnt think that too strange. He spent most of his days around old men,
learning the healing Art, and needed some outlet for his thoughts. He was
beginning to daydream about his day off, thinking how he might wander down to
the millwhen he heard the commotion outside.

Walking to the doorway, he looked to see what was going on. Felish was
there, looking ever-so-smug, and with him was a short man with a bone-white
beard to his waist. Dwarves werent common in these parts, and Ravenar had
never met one. Noticing that Felish was speaking, he stopped to listen to
his words.

is Borin BurntHammer. Old Battleragergood man, tutored my boys a
while back. Felish paused, seeing Ravenar in the doorway. Been too
long since we had a Battlerager come around here. Borin ere can smell
magic, so well know if were ever under threat. Be good for us all

Felish trailed off, whispering something to the dwarf. Listening to the old
man, the dwarf turned inclined his head to rest his gaze on Ravenar, nodding
slightly. The message was clear. He would be watching.Without even knowing
why, Ravenar turned and hurried inside.He hadnt done anything wrong, but
he felt strangely uneasy. Still, nothing changed overnight, or even over the
next few weeks, so he let down his guard, and continued his routines as he
normally would, hopping he had been mistaken.

Life was quiet for another year. His training was going well, and he was
close enough to completion that he was sometimes left to be the healer on
call, usually late on uneventful nights. It was on one late night shift that
his life changed for ever.

Role

Chapter 4

A Bright Future
Added Fri Aug 24 18:46:45 2007 at level 10:

The boy looked down at his new robes and smiled. They were plain white, and
not yet trimmed in any color, the standard uniform of an initiate medicine
man, yet they filled him with great pride. Hed been born with incredibly
poor reflexes and below average strength, normally a terrible combination in
his culture. They believed in strength, and were one of the main human
tribes to send recruits to the Battleragers. Magic was anathema.

Yet somewhere growing up, hed discovered a certain affinity for the
healing arts. He knew it wasnt divine, as hed never really been one
for prayer, but he just seemed to have an instinct for how to set that broken
bone, and was always lucky at stopping bleeding, even when some others
failed.So he joined the healers coven, ready for a life of service.

As his parents stood there, watching Ravenar receive his initiates mantle,
they were filled with prideand a sense of relief. His father believed his
son to be a liability, one to bring dishonor to the family, but his boy had
actually taken his weakness and benefited the tribe. He couldnt be more
pleased.

Not bothering to conceal their happiness, his parents stood among their
neighbors, accepting their accolades. The old widower next door came over,
his expression out of place amongst the rest of the grins.

Mark my words, NcWoarn, that son of yours is trouble. Aint natural, him
always knowin just what to do to keep a body alive. Aint right.

Turning to scowl at the old man, Geerat NcWoarn opened his mouth. Leave
it alone Felish. Just because all your sons died fighting the Great War,
dont take it out on my boy. Hes practically a cripple and has managed
to build himself a life, he said, sighing deeply. He knew well of
Felishs malicious streak. Ever since the man had lost his four sons in
the fight against a rogue band of sorcerers, hed changed. Where once
there was pride and accomplishment, there was now only bitterness and
suspicion.

Conjuring a great wad of spit, Felish let fly at NcWoarns feet.
Practically a cripple? Hah, that boy of yours should be daid. Aint
natural hes survived this wrong. Probably a warlock o some sort.
By this point, the gathering had gone silent. That was akin to calling
someone a murder in their tribe.

An uneasy silence filled the air. Ravenar himself had gone very quiet,
drawing into himself in deep humiliation. One of the others broke the
silence first. Were tired of you and your ways, Felish. Take your pain
and go crawl into another barrel of ale

As the laughter of his friends and family filled the air, Ravenar watched the
old man, his face a mask of rage, angrily flee the scene. While he didnt
think anything odd about his gifts, Ravenar couldnt help but believe he
had just gotten away with something. But, as he lie in bed at the end of the
day, he found that those feelings disappeared. In the morning he would begin
his initiate, and he could finally prove himself a worthy member of the
tribe, and do right by family NcWoarn.

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	25750
Experience from Skill improvements	5626
Experience from Exploration	10100
Experience from Quests	31900
Experience from Commerce	1210

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Sat Aug 18 23:19:55 2007
Quests Completed	19
Exploration Points Found	30
Bonus Experience from Immortals	1200
(WANTED) Criminal	1 times
Hours spent at Hero	53 hours
% of lifetime in the wilderness	31 %
% of lifetime in the cities	20 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %

Edges

Calmed Mind
Cryptborn
Adept of Dimension
Master of Dimension
Tormentor
Resist Paralysis
Fleshripper
Wise Recovery

Timeline

Sat Aug 25 16:42:02 2007 at level 20 (8 hrs):
Ravenar advanced to level 20 <PK: 1-1>

Mon Aug 27 13:45:23 2007 at level 30 (17 hrs):
Ravenar advanced to level 30 <PK: 4-3>

Wed Sep 12 12:13:24 2007 at level 40 (47 hrs):
Ravenar advanced to level 40 <PK: 8-6>

Thu Oct 11 16:29:19 2007 at level 49 (65 hrs):
Inducted into SCION by Ravon.

Sat Oct 13 22:21:55 2007 at level 51 (74 hrs):
Ravenar advanced to level 51 <PK: 11-9>

Fri Nov 30 20:25:59 2007 at level 51 (130 hrs):
Inducted into None by Lyristeon.

Sat Dec 1 14:08:30 2007 at level 51 (130 hrs):
Hero Delete

Skill List

Level 1	dagger	87%
Level 1	staff	100%
Level 1	whip	1%
Level 1	scrolls	76%
Level 1	talismans	73%
Level 1	wands	81%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	spellcraft	100%
Level 2	improved compare	100%
Level 5	meditation	100%
Level 8	haggle	74%
Level 11	batter	2%
Level 12	sharpen sight	1%
Level 14	trance	100%
Level 15	fast healing	99%
Level 19	parry	86%
Level 20	pugil	84%
Level 20	lash	1%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 23	mystical armor use	71%
Level 25	hand to hand	74%
Level 30	careful vision	1%
Level 30	second attack	96%
Level 33	metabolic unity	99%

Spell List

Level 1	detect magic	73%
Level 1	bioluminescence	76%
Level 2	relaxation	85%
Level 2	crack flesh	1%
Level 3	ocular enhancement	88%
Level 4	invis	86%
Level 4	desensitize	1%
Level 5	adrenal surge	82%
Level 6	muscular lethargy	1%
Level 7	toughened skin	71%
Level 9	adrenal burst	77%
Level 10	fly	98%
Level 11	giant strength	81%
Level 11	mass invis	74%
Level 12	metabolic quickening	100%
Level 13	faerie fog	77%
Level 13	mass bioluminescence	1%
Level 13	mental jolt	88%
Level 14	teleport	100%
Level 14	gill growth	73%
Level 14	mass relaxation	86%
Level 15	identify	93%
Level 15	locate object	96%
Level 16	metabolic slowing	100%
Level 17	dispel magic	71%
Level 17	gill removal	75%
Level 18	cancellation	81%
Level 18	mass lethargy	1%
Level 18	earthbind	72%
Level 21	accelerate	77%
Level 22	fumble	90%
Level 22	corporeal softening	100%
Level 23	enlarge	91%
Level 24	pass door	90%
Level 24	calcify	1%
Level 25	corporeal hardening	90%
Level 25	disrupt flesh	94%
Level 26	reduce	75%
Level 27	repair flesh	78%
Level 27	petrify flesh	1%
Level 28	word of recall	94%
Level 28	decalcify	97%
Level 29	disrupt muscle	93%
Level 31	mass metabolic slowing	70%
Level 31	augment toxins	75%
Level 32	disrupt bone	80%
Level 34	mass corporeal softening	73%
Level 34	repair bone	79%
Level 34	spiderhands	89%
Level 35	malleability	75%
Level 36	control translucence	92%
Level 36	duo dimension	100%
Level 37	neurological disruption	94%
Level 38	mass reduce	1%
Level 40	mass decalcify	1%
Level 41	disrupt organ	84%
Level 42	buoyancy	71%

Supplication List

Level 43	mass augment toxins	1%
Level 43	repair organ	78%
Level 50	mass buoyancy	1%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	21 (10 at level 51)
Total PK Losses	13
Total Mob Deaths	17

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	1
VS. warrior	8
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	1
VS. necromancer	1
VS. bard	4
VS. shaman	2
VS. shapeshifter	3

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	9
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. OUTLANDER	2
VS. BATTLE	2
VS. EMPIRE	4
VS. NEXUS	3

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	6
VS. Neutral	11
VS. Evil	4

PK Deaths by Class
VS. warrior	6
VS. anti-paladin	2
VS. assassin	1
VS. bard	1
VS. shaman	1
VS. druid	1
VS. berserker	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	4
VS. OUTLANDER	2
VS. BATTLE	3
VS. EMPIRE	3
VS. SCION	1

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	5
VS. Neutral	3
VS. Evil	5

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	21
Total PK Assists	21
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.98

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Brings a friend

Average Group Size Per Death

1.46

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

Immortal Comments

Wed Aug 29 18:32:31 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 34 (26 hrs):
An Immortal added 1200 exp for: Role! Long variety.

Sat Sep 8 10:44:38 2007 by 'Rayihn' at level 38 (44 hrs):
Role Contest Spet 07 Runner Up, prizes Tormentor and Crypt Born

Role

Chapter 1

"Forging" (contd)
Added Fri Aug 24 18:52:38 2007 at level 10:

I cant stop you, Borin BurntHammer. I dont know how what Ive done
is evil, but Im not strong enough to fend you off. Constable, Im
assuming you side with the dwarf? Seeing the officer nod reluctantly,
Ravenar sighed, accepting his fate.

Well then. Thats how itll be. But I pray you, let go my wrist for
but an instant. Let me save her. Confident that, at least, he would save
Violet with his last breaths, Ravenar moved for the iron. But the grip only
tightened.

Cant lad. Yer spread th taint ter her.Ill be askin Thror to
guide er soul to the great beyond, but its too late fer her, too. Cant
say Im happy Felish decided er death was worth yers, but its gotter be
done lad. Ain nothing fer it. With that, the dwarf reached to his
side, grasping for a spiked mace.

Ravenar began to tremble. Butbut shes dying! How can you let her
die like this? Shes wasnt born with my...Damnit, dont do this!

Shaking his head slowly, the old dwarf continued his movement. Felish began
to cackle, and broke free from the constable, kicking the man in his groin.
Taking up the still-bloody knife, he advanced on Ravenar.

Acting out of instinct, he snapped his will toward Felish. Thinking in a way
he never dreamed, he pictured the old mans arthritic joints.With a
wildly angry thought, he pictured the rigor advancing faster than possible.
The old man screamed as his knees buckled, blood welling through his
trousers. His hands tightened into crippled claws, and in that last horrid
moment, his ribs snapped inwards, piercing his heart. Ravenar had moved the
mans bones with a thought.

There was still hope then for her then.As quick as he could, he turned his
thoughts on Borin, intending the same for the dwarf. Focusing on the hand
clasped about his wrist, he poured all his fears for Violet into his
thoughts, willing the bones to MOVE. Snarling angrily, the dwarf seemed to
shrug off his efforts, the backlash sending Ravenar sprawling across the
room.

Yer little mageborn shite. Yer thinking because me beard be white I
kent still eat yer stinkin dweomers fer breakfast? With a chortle that
seemed markedly less remorseful than his earlier tone, the dwarf advanced on
the young man.

Ravenar knew true terror then, but didnt even pause to consider his
options. Willing his muscles to react faster than they ever had, to somehow
make him fast as a normal youth, he sprinted across the room, grabbing the
iron. Without his protective gloves, the metal scalded his flesh, but he
didnt pause.Pressing the iron to Violets wound, he began to stop the
flow of blood.

But fate seemed in the mood for dramatic clichs that evening, and the
dwarf caught him just before he could finish. The mace snapped his arm
cleanly, a wash of pain overriding his concentration. Without thinking, he
spun and cast the iron into the dwarfs face. His aim was good, and he caught
the dwarf in one eye. Horribly burned, the old veteran dropped to one knee,
clasping his face. But Ravenar had bought his own life at the cost of
another. The iron was out of his reach for good, and Violets body had
shaken off his ministrations. Seeing her life leave her, Ravenar knew then
that his only hope was to save himself, and he cast off into the night,
fleeing his tribe and family NcWoarn for ever.