Tratok the Knight of the Apocalypse, Black Servant

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Description

The monolithic form of this armored giant screams of
brutality, evident even through the eerily serene
expression on his face. A long, wavy mane of black
hair falls down to his mid-back, resembling a great
crimson lion, with a demeanor to match. Covering
his upper torso is a massive steel breastplate
which cuts off above his stomach, leaving his taut
abdomen bare. Strangely, the metal seems to have a
black finish over it, and the edges glimmer with a
red tint. Holding up a skirt of solid black steel
is a wide, metal-plated belt, buckled with a casting
of two rams clashing. The standard seems to be a
focal point of his attire. However, it cannot draw
the attention completely--dangling from his side is
a massive war-axe, while a hilted blade of some kind
juts over his shoulder. You can see nothing else under
the black cloak which hangs loosely over his arms.

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Score

Level	36	Sex	male	Race	fire
Ethos	Orderly	Align	Evil	Class	anti-paladin
Practices	0	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	353692	To Level	21208	Sphere	Magic
Age mature, 189 years old (121 hours)
Hit Points	582	Mana	446	Movement	575
Strength	25	Intelligence	16	Wisdom	17
Dexterity	15	Constitution	22	Charisma	13
Carry #	0/35	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	300	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	0	Damroll	0

Role

Chapter 8

Prologue
Added Tue Aug 28 17:23:47 2007 at level 1:

Well into the Fourth Age the war raged as it had since it all
began. Some maintained that it was between good and evil.
Others said it was sword versus sorcery, but in truth the
battles have always been on both fronts. Sometimes they were
fought with blood and sweat, and sometimes with intrigue and
dogma. But on rare ocassions the Gods chose to make war in more
inventive ways.

Residing in the yawning Nothing of purgatory drifts a peculiar
chamber. It is not large, and it is not particularly small, nor
is it too hot or too cold. It isn't lavish and it isn't cheap.
Neither is it welcoming or foreboding. Of this place only one
thing really can be said for certain: Within it, great matters
are decided. Inside are a number of stone seats (but they are
not that comfortable), and they encircle two "particularly"
uncomfortable seats. One might say they were constructed in such
a way as to be more difficult to sit in than the others, but
that would be a lie. The effect is purely psychological, for in
these chairs sits the Contestants, and even the Divine know a
hot-seat when they are in it.

Positioned ever so perfectly between the hot seats is a table
that is, as you may have guessed, neither ornate or stark.
Inlaid upon the top is the reason for this place's existence.
No, it isn't the Fountain of Mana, and it isn't BoltThrower's
Beard. It's not Shokai's Wrath and it isn't Valguarnera's
Knowledge. But, in a way, it is greater than all of these.

It is a simple chessboard; that timeless field of war.

Of course, this is no ordinary chessboard. The battles waged
upon it might, at a glance, appear the same as any typical
match. But the hands guiding the pieces are also guiding
lives and events over vast expanses of time. It is, in fact,
one of the most direct ways that mortal lives might be
invaded by the pantheon of Gods, and it is for that reason
that the chamber and the board have been left untouched for
eons; Most Gods frown upon such an intrusion upon those
fragile, all-too-quick lives. However, when the stakes are
high the lure of the board always wins.

In one particular game there was a Black Knight...

Role

Chapter 7

A Pawn is a Knight is a Pawn
Added Tue Aug 28 17:24:13 2007 at level 1:

In a game of God's chess the fall of a pawn might equate to a
shift of power in a government. The swift stroke of a bishop
might spell disaster for a religious figurehead or the spoiling
of crops, and the taking of a rook could mean the storming of
a city. But the Knight...ahhhh the Knight...is the bringer of
destruction and war, and can strike where one might least expect
it. For that reason they are chosen with particular care.

In a match that is being played out even now, the demi-god
Makar dabbled in the lives of the Rah family when he needed to
pick a suitable piece for his army.

Role

Chapter 6

When Demi-Gods Dabble
Added Tue Aug 28 17:25:20 2007 at level 1:

The belching hate-fires of Kiadana birthed a fine specimen in
Tratok Rah, but the infant's course would not go as planned. No,
he would not hunt the salamanders upon his fifth-year, and he would
not be sent to skewer a rainbow runner in wild Veran on his tenth-
year. He would not have his hair scorched clean from his body on
his fifteenth-year. All this he was denied when an unnatural
wind drove his newly-pregnant mother off of the Suicide Cliff
during a battle with the hated Storms. No one had ever survived
the fall, thanks to the hundred or so yards of jagged shoals
at the bottom. If that didn't get you, the lurking kuo-toa would.

But again, the wind was unnatural, and blew the giantess as
mightily as a hurricane might blow a dandelion. It clouded her
eyes, deafened her ears, and blotted out her mind. To her horror,
she woke shackled to a table of crude stone (actually, that part
reminded her of home), naked, and on the verge of giving birth.
There was pain, great pain. Pain only a mother could know. But this
was too much. Something was wrong (as if any of this were "right"
in the slightest). But before she caught much more than a glimpse
of the horribly pale newborn sliding from her womb, she heard a
single phrase in a tongue she did not understand, and then knew
only darkness until she woke up in Hell.

___________________________________________________________________

"You are just a pawn," said the man with the bag in his hands, a
moment before slipping it over the dazed giantess's head. He made
it look easy, this aged assassin, and he made it look cold.

As the feeble struggle ended he repeated the words he had said in
four-score other murders, "But aren't we all?" For the first time
in his dark and twisted life, as he looked at the wretched excuse
for a baby in the stone cradle below, he thought he had found the
exception to that rule he so believed in - his steadfast belief that
everyone was a pawn in some God's game, and so no one was truly
innocent or guilty. A convenient notion that allowed him to rationa-
lize the attrocities he had commited.

The assassin is quite a personality unto himself, but for this tale
his role is almost over. He had been there in the Western Aryth
almost a year ago as his Lord, Makar, had commanded. He took the
giant woman into his lair which was hidden by the Crystal Island,
worked the terrible curses upon her unborn child, rationalized it,
and now his task was almost complete. The worst part was yet to
come, but Makar made it clear that he must do it if he wanted to
be free...he must maim the baby. He had done horrible things in the
past, and had learned to block the "why" from his mind. Even though
he knew the newborn giant would become something ferocious, he was
even more aware of the fact that the torment he was going to cause
might create a rare and terrible monster. There was no more time to
put this deed off...

He took a deep breath.

"...But aren't we all?"

Answering his question, he wrenched his dagger free of its sheath.

Role

Chapter 5

Misery
Added Tue Aug 28 17:26:17 2007 at level 1:

The One Law is a part of every fire giant, and lame Tratok was more
attuned to it than he knew, for though he had not an inkling of how
his people lived, he had the spirit of a warrior. Unfortunately, he
had been attacked by fezards when he was too young to remember, and
the damage he received had turned him into a vague shadow of what he
might have become. At least that was what he had always been told,
and he had no reason to believe otherwise. After all, he had the scars.
He had the twisted, thickened scar-tissue over almost every joint
that stretched, cracked and bled. Infection was always a problem.
None of that really explained why he was a sickly, mottled orange-
white though. Just another straw on the camel's back, though. Nothing
to worry about.

He had been raised on the Hamsah docks (actually, "under them" might
be more accurate) and was taught in harsh fashion by his masters to
"keep out of sight, you fucking idiot!" A lesson he learned well. He
spent his lengthy giant childhood of thirty years wearing a mask and
a cassock. Being a port city, and one of the largest at that, Hamsah
had plenty of oddities, and an apparently giant-sized, deformed
simpleton meshed surprisingly well.

He knew all about the One Law, in his own way, and he knew his place
was one of weakness, not strength. Conquered, not the conqueror. But
somehow it all felt so wrong and hopeless. But he honed the only
strength he had: his mind. There is only so much a spawn of Kiadana
can do with their minds, so think of it more as becoming "efficient"
with the tools he had, rather than acquiring more or better ones.
Now and then he'd even steal a wand as he carted loads of refuse from
the bilges of docked vessels. And who would think that the pea-brained
freak who smelled like shit would have the nerve to steal? It was an
advantage that he was smart enough to capitalize on during those years.

On the eve of his thirty-first birthday (though he had never celebrated
one), he was stooped in the wardrobe beneath the staircase of his
newest master. In one hand he had a wand that seemed to cast rainbow
colors at different things, and in the other he held a coconut shell
that had been crafted to bear a vague resemblance to the aforementioned
master. It had more than a few scorch marks. He figured the wand had
only a little bit of juju left in it, so he aimed it right between
the eyes of the coconut face...

*ZAP*

"OUCH!" cried the coconut!

Role

Chapter 4

Coconuts and Mirrors
Added Tue Aug 28 17:28:28 2007 at level 1:

The coconut looked up from the ground where Tratok had dropped it and
frowned.

"That's no way to treat someone who brought you a present, is it," the
coconut inquired with genuine disappointment. The 'sad voice' was quickly
replaced by a 'happy voice' when the giant did not answer, saying "Oh,
don't be so glum kiddo! You'll just LOVE what we've got in sto-...wait...
hey! Don't do that! I am telling you kid, you d--!!" The rest of the
coconut's babbling will be left to the creative historians. And I am sure
they are all sad about the fact that Tratok stomped it to pieces before
it could reveal anything useful. Seriously though, what do you expect from
a fire giant?

After he was certain there was nothing left but a pile of coconut meat
and shell shards, Tratok looked up and happened to catch a glance of
himself in the tiny mirror hung on the wall (yes, he stole that too).
Only, it wasn't him looking back. It was a fire giant, yes, but a perfect
specimen of one. He looked implacable, and even handsome as fire giants
go. The "reflection" spoke:

"I didn't think you would be amused, but I wasn't expecting...that." The
reflection smiled and continued, "Though it does make me happy to see
the ol' fireblood at work."

(Why did this fire giant sound like a slick horse salesman?)

"I'll pick up where he left off. Just, please, don't break the mirror."

That sounded reasonable.

"You put two and two together quickly, so I won't waste your time. Do
you like what you see? Don't be coy, fellow. Yes? Yes, I thought you did.
Do you know who you are looking at? No? Look closely..."

Tratok squinted his eyes and tried to put two and two together. The answer
was there, but it was too absurd to be true, and so he said nothing.

It did not matter, though, for the reflection seemed to know what he was
thinking, and said "That's right Tratok. I am you as you should have been.
Well, minus the voice. I am going to tell you something that I think you
ought to know. The stories they told you...the ones about the animal
attack. That was a lie, Tratok. You are from a family of kings and sorcerers
whose lineage reaches back into myth and legend. You are a son of Rah, and
the enemies of your people, the enemies of all things wondrous and magical,
made you as you are. Yes, they maimed you. They hated you even as a child
but they would not kill you then. Now they would, Tratok, and they will
unless you become who you were born to be!"

Now, Tratok didn't know what "hope" was, and so the strange sensation of
tears welling upon his eyes struck him as extremely weird. The knot in
his throat made speaking difficult, but he managed to speak one word. A
first step in a direction that history will surely remember. He said...

"Ungh?"

"...I'll take that to mean that you wish to know how," said the reflection
with a trace of impatience. "Magic, Tratok, will be your salvation. Behold!"

There was no flash of light. No clarion trumpets sounding triumphantly.
As with most real magic, the change came in a blink of an eye, and where
the freak of the docks once stooped, now the towering form of Tratok Rah
stood.

The reflection, which was now true, spoke again. "Let me tell you about
Makar and Twist..."

_____________________________________________________________________

Role

Chapter 3

Direction and Mysteries Revealed
Added Tue Aug 28 17:31:05 2007 at level 1:

In the years between that night and his induction into the Guild, Tratok
spent a great deal of time casting off what mental scars remained from his
long captivity to the cruel prison of his old body. He sought answers about
Makar and Twist, and learned that Makar was a demi-god servant of the God
of Magic. Indeed, if one wanted to partake of the wonders Twist could reveal,
Makar seemed to be the path to Him. For this reason he did as he was asked by
the strange messengers that the demi-god employed. You thought the coconut
was ridiculous? I have two words for you: "Dancing Snails."

Many of the tasks were easy for Tratok, and he could not fathom how they
might help Makar, but over time things began to make sense. He found out
one time that a tree he had been told to toss into the sea had wound up
floating into the Seantryn Harbor during a storm, ramming and sinking a
ship filled with assassins who had been sent to slay the Empresses' Court
Wizard. The really odd part was that the tree had been tossed into the
murky river west of Galadon. In the Divine Game, Tratok's actions caused
reactions that he could not even fathom. When he killed for Makar, a
pawn was taken. When he torched a mansion, the rook would flee from
its attack. When he held a child for ransom, the forces arrayed by Makar's
opponent would rush to defend the target of the Black Knight, and so on
and so forth...

Time and time again he saw and took part in things only magic could make
possible, and his hunger for it knew no bounds. Makar had what he wanted:
a ferocious junky champion who craved the drug he could provide. On more
than one occasion he cut Tratok off from the Source to prove who was in
charge, and the giant got the message. It never occurred to him, though,
that Tratok might someday discover a way to strike at the puppet strings.
As of yet, he still has not figured out a way to do it.

Often Tratok felt like the new life he had been given had nothing to do
with himself. He could not pursue matters with his old family, for he was
always on some task or another, and Makar had an endless checklist. But,
there was no denying the strength he his new life had given him. He was
growing unnaturally strong and had further developed his magical talents
until he reached a point where he could be brought into the guild of Dark
Knights.

He continues his tasks with no idea why he must do them, but he has begun
to ask questions. Questions an obedient little Knight should not ask...

_______________________________________________________________________________

Twist leaned back in a chair that was neither comfortable or uncomfortable and
looked across the field of battle to his witty opponent, Kastellyn. The Bardic
God's attention was on centered upon the intricate end-game involving a bishop
and a rook. The bishop, known as Makar, was setting being setup for a dangerous
move that might spell disaster, but Kastellyn's rook (the soul of an ancient
and feared warrior who was now pitted in a match with Makar) might be able to
thwart it.

Twist, seeing the game beyond their game, spoke, "My bishop has been getting
his hands dirty. I think it will be fun to watch what happens with him."

Seeing the entirety of the bishop in his mind's eye, Kastellyn nodded, and
made

Role

Chapter 2

Decisions
Added Wed Sep 12 03:00:25 2007 at level 26:

Having bloodied his blades, fists, boots and sometimes even his teeth, one
might say that Tratok had settled into his new life as naturally as a fly
takes to a midden heap. Though he is always compelled by Makar's chores,
he still has some say in his fate and decisions need to be made. Tratok,
being prone to acts of heinous barbarism, yet being atypically meticulous
for one of his kind, studied in-depth the creeds of Thera's various
clans, cabals and mercenary organizations.

The Blood Tribunal?
They don't pay well enough...though the benefit package is second to none.

The Battleragers, Haters of Magic?
Huts are where Tratok thinks slaves and women should be kept. Apparently,
he isn't the only one.

The Nexus, Keepers of Balance?
Tratok saw a pit fight once where an elf and a duergar fought to the death.
The elf died, but fought well and so had a measure of honor. The duergar
had glory. The referee had neither.

The Heralds of the Eternal Star?
While gnawing on a piece of meat at the bar, Tratok got a bit of a wild
hair up his ass for a moment as he looked around the place, and thought
that working there might be a perfect cover. Sure, bartenders are generally
a seedy lot, but no one ever *really* thinks they are the bad guy. Yes!
Finally something he could do...but oh, wait...that piece of meat? It was
a Herald's arm. Oops!

The Outlanders of Thar-Eris?
If you were Nature, would you want this guy protecting you?

The Fortress of Light?
Tratok thinks Phoenix memorabilia is incredibly sheik. Right up there with
dragons. But let's face it: when people get tattoos of dragons, that doesn't
make dragons like them any better.

The Empire?
This seems like an almost perfect match for our giant, but he was put off by
an imperial priestess' (Kessa) remark about how the Bloodoath meant that she
must lay down her life for the Empire at a whim from some Imperial God or
another. Tratok already had a few too many strings pulling him around. Like
many a middle-aged woman, he needed some "Me Time," and he just wasn't going
to get it here. Still, it has some allure.

What of the Scions, then?
Only recently has Tratok turned his attention to this mysterious group, and
for good reason - he had no idea they existed! However, he learned about them
after seeing a drow named Ravon bring brutal (and exquisite) havoc to the
squires and Maran of the Fortress. Wishing to know more, he engaged the drow
in a conversation and was impressed by what he heard. Besides, Tratok lusts
for knowledge and power (two sides of the same coin in his eyes; magic), and
from what he has discovered, so does this lot. Will he cast himself in with
them? It seems likely, but there is something that must be done first...

______________________________________________________________________________

Tratok hates that he is under some form of slavery to Makar. He wishes to
circumvent the demi-god and go directly to the Source of the Mojo, Twist, as
he often calls Him. To be in the God of Magic's presence would be something of
a dream come true for this arcane addict, and he knows he would enter into
almost any contract that He could come up with if it cures him of Makar's
sorcery. The matter of Tratok's course in life would likely be decided by
such a meeting.

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	16
Total PK Assists	6
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.45

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

Average Group Size Per Death

1.50

Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Unwitting Guest of Bad Parties

Role

Chapter 1

Playing by New Rules
Added Thu Sep 20 00:42:41 2007 at level 34:

Chess, ironically enough, became Tratok's second-favorite hobby, after magic,
due largely to the intervention of Twist. After a game played out in the
Chessmaster's Tower, the Mojo God held a lengthy conversation with the brute,
driving towards a concept that Tratok only dimly grasped at first.

Twist's words echoed in Tratok's mind, rattling the invisible cage that had
been placed upon his will so many years ago...

"...The King is the most important piece because the players make him so. What
if we changed the rules? What if, say, the King-side Knight was truly the most
important piece on the board, and the King were just a diversion?"


Click.


It all made sense. It was as if Tratok's own intuitive hunches had at last
coalesced into something coherent - something more than just an ominous
feeling that something was "wrong." His life was the game, and in a way he
had always held Makar as the King, while he merely did his bidding. He did,
in fact, perceive the meddling demi-god as the most important part of his
world, and had acted blindly in accordance with the notion that it was all
about the King. This thought severed the puppet strings at last, and Tratok
was, for the first time, the master of his fate.

Magic...the very Voice of magic, had oiled the rusted cogs of Tratok's will
for the first time, and he finally knew what he wanted. Unsurprisingly, being
the fire giant that he is, he wanted power for himself. He wanted the glory
of his birthright as a son of Rah. He wanted his name cast in both story and
song for a thousand years. He wanted for himself all this that he had been
denied.

The thought occurred to him that his notion of whom to cast his lot with, the
Scions, must have been planted in his mind, for now that he was thinking
clearly, it seemed such a waste to seek the end of days foretold in their
Prophecies. Why, Tratok wanted the world to live, thrive, and carry on his
legend once he was gone. It couldn't very well do that if civilization were
crushed by a horde of soul-sucking shadows.

The words of the bloodoath, which seemed at one time so repugnant, so false,
made sense to him. His heart, his soul, and his life he could give to the
Empire, if it were *his* Empire. He was eternally grateful to the Mojo God
for the enlightenment he had given, and began to search for any way he could
to further the reach of magic in the realm. His anger towards the Scions grew
as he learned of their rite of Despoiling, which siphoned magic out of his
Lord's domain forever. The rate at which it occurred was miniscule, but Tratok
wondered how much damage had been done over the eons. It was like a bleeding
wound to his God which did not heal, and Tratok took it personally. As for
all the magic that remained in the world, he felt it was his privilege to drink
of it as deeply as possible. In other words, he lived by the credo: "What Would
Twist Do?"

_______________________________________________________________________________

Kastellyn shook with triumphant glee as he finished off the game with a clever
check-mate.

In the yawning Nothing a demi-god screamed.

Twist sighed, though it was an act. The game had gone just as he had imagined
it would.

The Lord of Legends asked, "Best two outta three, aye?"

"Yes. This is the tie-br

Immortal Comments

Sat Sep 8 10:35:44 2007 by 'Rayihn' at level 17 (44 hrs):
Role contest Sept 07 runner up, prizes 1 pt int, 1 pt Luck and the edge Combat Statistician

Mon Sep 10 09:54:58 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 21 (53 hrs):
An Immortal added 1200 exp for: Role Exp! Yay!

Fri Sep 14 13:25:58 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 29 (71 hrs):
An Immortal added 500 exp for: I normally don't give out more role immxp lovin' so shortly after someone just got a bunch, but this latest role addition is just too good not to.

Fri Sep 14 13:39:55 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 29 (71 hrs):
An Immortal added 1000 exp for: For an "interesting" game of chess in which he lived up to his role wonderfully. He moved one "piece" and then basically said "fuckit. Cleave Knight" and started fighting himself.

Mon Sep 17 17:03:58 2007 by 'Twist' at level 32 (87 hrs):
we played another interesting game of chess. He had the advantage, and I had to cut it short, so I conceded. My main goal was to see if he would sacrifice his Knights for the King.

Tue Sep 18 14:26:17 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 34 (93 hrs):
An Immortal added 2000 exp for: For the previous chessmatch and our recent conversation - "What if the King weren't really the most important piece on the board?"

Fri Sep 21 12:05:38 2007 by 'Twist' at level 36 (112 hrs):
Good RP with me during another quickie Chessmatch. I destroyed him quickly (but because he felt strings pulling him to make bad moves) - lesson was to be wary of still having hidden strings, and of rushing blindly to attack. Wat

Fri Sep 21 12:31:51 2007 by 'Twist' at level 36 (112 hrs):
Watch the flanks, and try to become a big enough fish that when someone pulls your strings, you can pull back. As a side note, I seriously question whether I would stand a chance against this player in a real chess game.

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	1000
Experience from Skill improvements	7842
Experience from Exploration	4475
Experience from Quests	15750
Experience from Commerce	1805

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Tue Aug 28 17:18:56 2007
Quests Completed	17
Exploration Points Found	23
Bonus Experience from Immortals	4700
(WANTED) Criminal	0 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	45 %
% of lifetime in the cities	11 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	1 %
% of lifetime caballed	6 %

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	16 (4 at level 36)
Total PK Losses	4
Total Mob Deaths	3

PK Wins by Class
VS. warrior	3
VS. paladin	2
VS. anti-paladin	1
VS. assassin	2
VS. ranger	1
VS. invoker	2
VS. necromancer	1
VS. bard	1
VS. healer	1
VS. conjurer	1
VS. shapeshifter	1

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	11
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. OUTLANDER	3
VS. SCION	1

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	8
VS. Neutral	5
VS. Evil	3

PK Deaths by Class
VS. warrior	1
VS. anti-paladin	3

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. SCION	4

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	0
VS. Neutral	0
VS. Evil	4

Cabal Powers List

Level 20	dark feast	70%
Level 25	bloodoath	70%

Spell List

Level 2	chill touch	1%
Level 4	blindness	100%
Level 5	detect magic	1%
Level 6	poison	75%
Level 8	curse	87%
Level 8	protection	81%
Level 9	invis	85%
Level 10	detect invis	87%
Level 12	teleport	88%
Level 13	lightning bolt	94%
Level 16	energy drain	72%
Level 19	excision	79%
Level 21	summon	84%
Level 22	deafen	76%
Level 24	power word despondence	69%
Level 25	plague	72%
Level 25	sleep	88%
Level 27	fireball	98%
Level 31	aura of despair	72%
Level 32	iceball	82%
Level 34	bloodlust of the twelve fiends	78%
Level 35	enervating spirits	1%
Level 36	unholy blessing	69%
Level 36	leech unholy blessing	69%
Level 40	iron grip of azazel	1%
Level 42	worldbind	1%

Skill List

Level 1	axe	100%
Level 1	dagger	94%
Level 1	flail	78%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	polearm	92%
Level 1	spear	90%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	whip	63%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	parry	94%
Level 1	scrolls	69%
Level 1	wands	88%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	shield block	80%
Level 2	improved compare	93%
Level 3	dirt kicking	95%
Level 5	elbow	1%
Level 6	knee	1%
Level 7	second attack	100%
Level 7	fast healing	89%
Level 8	haggle	1%
Level 8	aim	63%
Level 9	kick	67%
Level 10	trip	100%
Level 10	pick lock	75%
Level 11	disarm	82%
Level 12	sharpen sight	1%
Level 12	metal armor use	94%
Level 13	third attack	91%
Level 14	hand to hand	85%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	lash	1%
Level 15	meditation	97%
Level 15	dual wield	100%
Level 17	shield cleave	69%
Level 18	thrust	1%
Level 19	pierce	1%
Level 20	charge	1%
Level 20	lore	81%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 20	slice	1%
Level 21	light armor use	82%
Level 23	faceslash	77%
Level 25	cleave	100%
Level 26	lashes of the slave	1%
Level 28	vault	1%
Level 29	crippling strike	79%
Level 30	demand	1%
Level 33	charge of the morosa	1%
Level 38	mystical armor use	1%
Level 43	evade	1%

Timeline

Sun Sep 9 00:47:42 2007 at level 20 (47 hrs):
Tratok advanced to level 20 <PK: 1-0>

Fri Sep 14 20:42:34 2007 at level 30 (73 hrs):
Tratok advanced to level 30 <PK: 7-0>

Thu Sep 20 00:50:56 2007 at level 34 (100 hrs):
Took the bloodoath from Savarnic.

Sun Sep 23 03:05:31 2007 at level 36 (121 hrs):
Rage Delete

Edges

Deep Pockets
Combat Statistician
Lucky
Remain Conscious
Shield Eyes

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	3
# of logins without their cabal item	3
# of logouts with their cabal item	4
# of logouts without their cabal item	3
# of times they lost their cabal item	3
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	2
# of times they took another cabal item	0

Imperial Donations: 66092

Tratok's Imperial History

Fri Sep 21 13:08:10 2007 - Lvl:36 Promoted by Vanakoth to Echelon 2

Thu Sep 20 00:50:56 2007 - Lvl:34 Promoted by Savarnic to Echelon 1

Tratok's History of Promoting and Demoting Others

Total Promotions	0
Total Demotions	0
Total Anathema	0

Class Specifics

Total unholy blessing charges	3
# of leeched weapons	0
# of deaths from destruction of your unholy weapon	0
Best unholy weapon	+2 Hit, +2 Dam, +10 HP, +10 mana