Iaru Ba'alsinoth the Mistress of Owaza

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Description

What immediately draws your attention as you take in this young woman's
appearance is a large scar in the shape of a hand that has been burned
into the left side of her once beautiful face. The scarring is deep,
nearly to the muscle, forming a depression of angry crimson tissue. The
scar appears to have been made by a right hand, the thumb extending just
below the lips to the right cheek. Part of the palm passes over the left
third of her plump lips which have been seared together whilst the index
finger passes over the left eye which was also burned & is a milky white.
Strangely the middle finger appears to end before the first knuckle but
the rest of the left side of her face is consumed by ring and pinky that
extends along her jawline.

Once one sees past the formidable presence of the scar you can see she was
truly beautiful. Her alabaster skin glows against the short and somewhat
spiky raven-black hair. Perfectly proportioned for her face her nose is
small & flows gracefully to her strong brow. Her right eye is hazel with
very light brown on the outside turning to green & gold towards the pupil.
The shape of her jaw is triangular, graceful, and very well defined as it
pinnacles at her slightly dimpled chin. Clothing is all dark browns and
black and fit tightly to her petite figure standing about five feet tall
and weighing perhaps eighty-five pounds. Despite her diminutive stature
is well muscled and athletic.

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Score

Level	44	Sex	female	Race	human
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Good	Class	assassin
Practices	9	Trains	1	Hometown	Voralian City
Exp	414874	To Level	6686	Sphere	Courage
Age mature, 35 years old (114 hours)
Hit Points	596	Mana	566	Movement	632
Strength	20	Intelligence	18	Wisdom	19
Dexterity	23	Constitution	19	Charisma	15
Carry #	0/37	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	0	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	7	Damroll	0

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Chapter 11

Beauty & Consequences
Added Sun Oct 19 21:47:04 2008 at level 10:

Beauty is an ideal beyond the grasp of the very words used to describe
it and still all know it as intuitively and intimately as their own
reflection in a mirror. It is the muse of poets both profound and
woefully love-struck. Sculpture and painting attempt to capture it
and hold it fast from the ravages of time. Music weaves a trail of
notes to lure the romantic into a willing snare of sonic rapture that
mimics the soundless dance between a beauty and their admirer. Despite
all the wonders that beauty can illuminate there is, as with all things,
a dark side to having too much.

Beauty can be a curse as well. One I am unfortunate enough to know first
hand. Beauty can entrap a mind and drive it to madness through jealousy
or covetousness. To be too beautiful is to be ill fated, a prisoner of
the machinations of others unless one is willing to descend to a darker
place where it is used as weapon or control and in so doing lose one's
self. It can drive men to murder, women to plot, and nations to war.
It can corrupt what should have been a father's love into a mad-man's
lust for his own daughters flesh. As I mentioned before, a sinister side
I am all too familiar with.

I am the eldest of four sisters: Sairi the next oldest, then Tyia and
Aanet, each of us two years apart in age. Though I may sound prideful
or lacking the proper amount of humility I can say with utter honesty
that we sisters were more beautiful than any we had encountered. Even
elves would gaze in wonder at our perfect porcelain features which so
closely matched those of our mother, who herself was but a possession
of our fathers. Mother came from a wealthy mercantile family in Seantryn
Modan and father, himself dashingly handsome and a talented invoker from
Tir Talath and he easily convinced her parents to allow them to wed.

Father was not a kind man. He never showed us love yet he was never
cruel. To us at least. More than once he punished a servant with a
devious magical cantrip and he enjoyed it most when he used his bare
hands to conduct his magic directly on the tormented ones flesh. Still,
those bouts were rare and he seemed happy enough and likely tempered by
mother's presence. Perhaps it was her death just before my thirteenth
birthday and his descent into drink that caused him to take notice of
my blossoming womanhood in a way no father should.

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Chapter 10

A Terrible Fate
Added Sun Oct 19 21:51:00 2008 at level 10:

He came to me in my bed on a warm summer's eve, his breath reeking of
spirits, whispering of how much I looked like mother. It had been seven
months since mother died and he did little else but drink and torment
the servants. I had never feared him before, only his temper, but his
lust was far far worse and it sickened me in a way that chilled me to
the core of my being. He groped clumsily for my bed cover and tore it
out of my hands, then for my nightgown and panic gripped me then. His
right hand strayed close to my face and I bit down on his middle finger
with all my might and with cracking of bone and a gush of blood it tore
free in my mouth and he fell back howling in pain. With revulsion I spit
the severed digit onto the floor but was too stunned to move from my bed.

Murder shown in father's eyes as he stood clutching his maimed hand,
blood seeping from the wound onto the stone floor. I begged him to
forgive me but if he heard me he shown no sign. He stood there silent
for some time the pointed a finger from his left hand at me and while
murmuring an incantation traced a glowing sign in the air. When he
finished he made a sweeping gesture in my direction and the glowing
symbol flew at me and burned itself into my chest just below my throat.
With that he proclaimed a curse of command. If I would not obey him
then I would return to the city of my mother, Seantryn Modan, and there
I would become a whore. I knew the curse to be true as I nearly leapt
of the bed to try and obey though I willed myself not to and still my
urge to leave for Modan was nearly overwhelming.

Victory shown in his face and yet in his rage he had forgotten his lust
or he might have cursed me to serve him instead. Suddenly his face went
slack, his eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground
revealing Florenalia, mother's elvish handmaiden, holding a shimmering
onyx wand. She had stayed to care for us children after mother had died
and at the moment I could not have been more grateful. I wiped the blood
from my face and changed into suitable traveling clothes. We rushed to
pack not only my things but those of my sisters for surely they would
suffer terribly if they stayed and together we woke and dressed them.
Father was asleep but it would not last forever and we had to hurry if
we were to make our escape.

We set out for Darsylon where Florenalia insisted we would be safe but
the farther west we went the more the sigil in my chest began to burn.
Every fiber of my being was directing me to the east, towards Seantryn
Modan. The others could see the ashen pallor of my face and soon I
could walk no more as the burning pain stole away my breath. I wept
then as I embraced my sisters and bid them farewell & made Florenalia
swear to keep them safe. My sisters did not understand why they had
to leave father and I to leave them and Gods willing never would they
find out. Still I made them swear to obey their protector for their
own safety which each sister reluctantly did. With that I wiped away
my tears and set out for Seantryn Modan into the only sunrise I have
ever loathed.

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Chapter 9

The Unbound Prisoner
Added Sun Oct 19 21:54:58 2008 at level 10:

It took me two days to make my way to Hamsah Mu'tazz but the trip was
relatively uneventful as I took great pains to hide my face and look
as unattractive as possible which was not all that difficult when one
is in the grips of such profound sorrow. There I booked passage on
the trade ship Midya's Revenge which was heading back to its home harbor
in Seantryn Modan. The closer I drew to the city of my curse the less
the sigil pained me but the more the sickness in my heart grew.

The city was dark and grimy despite being high noon. The streets were
filthy as were many of the inhabitants I could see, especially that
abomination of a race they call Minotaurs. The revolting brutes were
everywhere and the thought of having to whore myself to them made me
wish to end my life right then and there. As soon as the thought of
suicide entered my mind the sigil began to burn intensely and I was
incapacitated until I purged myself of that desire. Despair washed
over me knowing I could not even choose to end my own life with what
little honor and dignity remained to me. I was a prisoner without
chains, guards, or walls.

Though I thought I wandered the streets aimlessly within an hour I was
standing in front of the Whitehorn Brothel. Even standing in the street
I could hear and smell the carnal activities. Bile rose in my throat but
I had no choice but to choke it down and walk inside. It was somewhat
small with filthy red curtains hanging to cover every decrepit plaster
wall. Girls not much older than myself were dressed in cheap revealing
clothing. Some of them were truly lovely despite the empty stares and
false smiles that marked their demeanor. A tall painted woman dressed
in a gaudy dress that appeared a mockery of royal finery approached me
within moments and announced herself the madam of the 'establishment'.
Her eyes sized me up in moments and a sleazy smile nearly cracked the
thick makeup that failed to conceal the sixty some odd years of living
this hard life.

The madam asked if I needed employment & I could not help but nod though
I said nothing. She looked delighted and cackled loudly. This time my
beauty was to be of use as I would not be whored to Minotaurs but 'finer'
clientele. No sooner had she said this when a nondescript man wearing
clothing of muted earthen tones rose from his chair and approached us.
He whispered something into the madam's ear and she looked frightened
for a moment but regained her composure quickly. With that he dropped
five gold coins into her palm, grabbed me firmly but not painfully about
the upper arm and led me upstairs.

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Chapter 8

Hope as Spring, Renewed
Added Sun Oct 19 21:58:07 2008 at level 10:

We passed several doors which emanated the sounds of passion and stopped
at the last which the man opened with an iron key. Motioning for me to
enter I did and he followed suit. To my surprise this room was very
spacious, clean, the center was an open training area with a mat and
around the perimeter were weapons on one wall, an area for meditation,
and in opposite corners were two small but fine looking beds and in the
last corner was a stout oak table large enough for four. The man noticed
my surprise and told me that this was the entire top floor of another
building where he lived and trained but could only be accessed through the
mystic doorway, in this case linked to the door in the brothel. Before I
could react he pulled down the front of my blouse low enough to see the
sigil which flared for a moment as I tried to resist but could not.

Just as quickly he released my blouse and stepped back acknowledging that
he had expected the sigil to be there. After a few moments of intense
thought in silence he introduced himself as Fendenalin. He revealed that
he had been alerted to my arrival by Florenalia and that he was both her
half brother and friend to my mother. It was then I noticed a slight bit
of pointed ear peeking through his long brown curly hair but other than
that looked fully human. Arrangements had been made with the madam of
the brothel to allow him to take over the door that would allow him to
link the two buildings, for my sake. The sigil would force me to live
in proximity of the brothel, which this room was now mystically part of,
& that I might not have to prostitute myself to prevent it from causing
me agony.

For the first time in a week I felt a glimmer of hope and the despair
did not seem quite so heavy in my heart. I fell to my knees and gave
thanks to the Lords & Ladies of the Light. I had never prayed to them
before but I could not help but feel their grace at this reprieve from
my terrible fate. Fendenalin let me be and went over to the pantry and
took out some cheese and bread and beckoned me to come sit at the table
to eat.

As we ate he assured me that my sisters were safe in Darsylon under the
protection of the royal family and would live under new identities. Again
I felt blessed and grateful for this wondrous intervention. After a few
more bites of food Fendenalin's countenance became dark and serious. He
looked me squarely in the eyes, unblinking, and told me there would be a
price for his help. I would train under him as an assassin or I could
return to the brothel and serve my curse as a whore. It was my choice.
If you can truly call it a choice at all. If I served him and learned
well I could eventually remove the sigil and with it my curse but to do
so I would have to learn to live with the pain it caused and function
well enough to remove it which could take years of agony to accomplish.
I accepted, I had no choice, and he bade me to take the bed in the north-
west corner and get some sleep. We would be starting my training early.

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Chapter 7

Time Heals Only Some Wounds
Added Sun Oct 19 22:05:17 2008 at level 10:

Two years passed & the training was every bit as painful as I had imagined
it could be. Both the physical training as well as the mental endurance
to fight the pain the sigil inflicted. I had progressed to the point where
I could make excursions to Arkham and Hamsah Mu'tazz and still function
well enough to perform my duties and training quests. Fendenalin was true
to his word and taught me mercilessly but not cruelly. Once in awhile I
could see the empathy on his face for the pain I was forced to endure but
it was only ever a flash of emotion before he returned to his usual stone-
like countenance.

A few months later and we were firmly in the grips of winter and I was
now sixteen years old. Fendenalin decided to take us out to one of the
better inns for a proper meal when a messenger, one of the contacts he
used for his clandestine work, nonchalantly slipped a scroll into my
pocket and disappeared into the crowd of the square. Fendenalin frowned
as this was most unusual but he mentioned I should wait to open it until
we were waiting for our meals at the inn. After ordering a fine roast,
wine, apples, cheeses and breads he motioned towards my pocket & I took
out the scroll, cracked the seal Florenalia used to communicate privately
with her half-brother and began to read.

What I read made my blood run cold, the chilling cold of despair as it
once again clutched my heart in its icy grip. It informed me that father
had found where my sisters were hiding and he had used his tremendous
political clout to have them returned to him in Tir-Talath a day ago.
now?' I said aloud. Fendenalin took the scroll and read it and his scowl
deepened with every sentence. After he finished he rolled up the scroll
& placed it in his pocket & said it was time for my first solo assignment
which would be my final test. I must assassinate my father.

I rose to leave but Fendenalin took hold of my hand and pulled me back
down into my seat. The food was arriving and he insisted I eat well in
order to remain strong. He left though in order to secure transport as
quickly as possible and promised he would return in half an hour. This
meal should have been the finest I had had since before mother died and
yet I could hardly swallow each bite much less taste what I consumed.
Fendenalin returned just a bit later than he said he would which in
itself was unusual. More so in that he was flushed and somewhat out
of breath which only happened in our most demanding training sessions.

Fendenalin said that we were in luck, as it would have it there was a
Tribunal Magistrate, a paladin named Iskavahayan, who was sympathetic
with my plight & would be able to take me through their mystic transport.
He would only do this on the condition that he judged me and found me
worthy. If this were true then at least a week would be shaved off my
travel time, perhaps time enough to save my sisters from our father's lust.

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Chapter 6

Awakenings
Added Sun Oct 19 22:10:26 2008 at level 10:

The paladin magistrate had us meet in a small abandoned house off of a
gravel courtyard. To the west lay the mystic transport of the Tribunal.
Inside the house a trapdoor led underground where he guided us to a
temple that, to my surprise, was dedicated to the Light. Yet another
beacon of hope in a city where hope was as easily sold as girls to the
brothels. Iskavahayan was an elf and he stared at me with a scrutinizing
gaze for some time without saying a word. At last he seemed satisfied
that I was neither a criminal nor deceiving him, that my intent to save
my sisters was true.

Iskavahayan could easily see into my soul and know the goodness within
and he asked me what Lord or Lady of the Light that I prayed to. I then
admitted I had never prayed to any one in particular but to all in praise
of the Light for delivering me from my terrible fate. He nodded & asked
me how long I thought I might remain of the Light if I were an assassin
without purpose. By not having a specific deity my path could become hazy
and I might lose my way. It was then that he illuminated me about Lady
Baerinika the Pure and though time was pressing I was enraptured by what
he described.

When Iskavahayan had finished I had to sit down and found a clean spot
on the temple floor to do so. It was as if the wind had left my lungs
and I found myself short of breath and my heart pounding in both chest
& ears yet it was not an ill sensation. No, it was more the excitement
of revelation and I knew yet again the Divine had intertwined my fate
with this paladin and now I knew her name. Baerinika. She would alway
illuminate my path if I were both courageous and faithful enough.

The entire time Fendenalin had not spoken but remained in the shadows a
respectful distance from the altar. But now he mentioned that time was
running out if I were to have any chance to free my siblings and I knew
him to be correct. Iskavahayan agreed and knelt down before me laying
his hands upon my head and performed a blessing upon me. When I opened
my eyes I could see an aura of magnificent golden light surrounding the
paladin. The priest at the altar as well. Even my own hands were aglow
though I dare say not as brightly as they. Fendenalin also had a touch
of gold to his aura but it was more silver than anything but I said naught
to him of it.

Iskavahayan took my hand and raised me up, his countenance one of beatific
radiance & I could not help but smile at the warmth that coursed through me.
Not letting go of my hand he gently led us out into the gravel courtyard
before the Tribunal's pillar and asked if I were ready. I was about to
nod and say yes when Fendenalin stopped me. The look on his face, a look
of worry which in the two years I had never before seen. He reminded me
that the intensity of the pain the sigil would cause but that the blessing
of Baerinika as bestowed by Iskavahayan would likely help. He also reminded
me to not think of my training but let instinct guide my actions. Fendenalin
released his clasp of my shoulder and nodded at Iskavahayan. The magistrate
then explained to me that he would need to carry me in order for us both to
go through and that I must close my eyes tightly to reduce the disorientation
this travel would cause. Iskavahayan easily lifted me in

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Chapter 5

A Painful Homecoming
Added Sun Oct 19 22:13:57 2008 at level 10:

I felt Iskavahayan move with great swiftness and surety. A moment later
he told me to open my eyes and we were standing in the Temple of Light in
Galadon. After making certain I could stand Iskavahayan set me on my own
feet and bade me farewell. He lingered a moment, staring into my eyes,
then wished me luck and left for his guild. Though he was a paladin I
knew the look of someone entranced by my beauty. Unbeknownst to me at
the moment, it would be the last time anyone would ever again gaze upon
me in that way.

I looked up at the sun and determined it was about five in the afternoon.
If father maintained his old habits he would be getting drunk about now
and I had no time to waste. I set off for Tir-Talath at once, following
the North Road using my trained senses to be wary for danger but the sense
of urgency and the agony of the sigil hastened my step beyond reasonable
caution. I arrived in Tir-Talath a little before eight and the sun had
already set which was both good and bad. Good that I could use the cover
of night to make my entrance into the house unseen. Bad in that father
could already have in-bided enough to lose his self control & accost Sairi.

I climbed the outside of the house on the back nearest the alley which
was the darkest. Every movement made the sigil burn ever more painfully
and my breath was fast escaping and slow to recover. My sisters bedroom
were on the second floor and I checked there first. Tyia and Aanet were
fast asleep and looked older but unharmed. My heart yearned to wake them,
to hold them in my arms once more but it was Sairi I was most concerned
with. She was not in her room and my heart sank. I climbed to the third
floor where father's room was and peered inside. I nearly fell from my
perch as there was my mother in her nightgown brushing our her beautiful
blond hair in front of the mirror.

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Chapter 4

Oh Mother, Oh Father
Added Sun Oct 19 22:17:15 2008 at level 10:

My limbs felt weak as I slowly opened the window and crawled inside. My
voice was caught in my throat. How can this be? How can she be alive....
wait. It was not mother. It was Sairi dressed in mother's nightgown, her
hair made in the same fashion. Sairi had matured into a veritable twin of
mother despite her young age and father had obviously made her up to look
the part. I silently rushed over to my sister & gently touched her shoulder
but she did not respond. I turned her about to face me and her gaze was
blank, nearly catatonic. Oh no. I was too late. He had already had her
and her spirit had been broken. Her aura was still golden but muted as her
spirit had been muted by the atrocity of what father had done.

I began to shake. Not from fear but from rage at what had transpired. Rage
at father, rage at myself for not having had the courage to destroy the
monster when he had assaulted me that fateful night two years ago. It was
a mistake to not have killed him when he was unconscious and I vowed not
to make the same mistake again.

Soon I heard his footsteps in the stairwell so I turned Sairi around and
she started to brush her hair again as if nothing had happened. I faded
into the shadows next to the door and waited for father to enter, dagger
at the ready. He swung the door open further hiding me from view and
walked over to Sairi and kissed her neck. His aura was a mixture of red
& black and I knew his death would be a righteous act. The sigil burned
brilliantly in my chest, the agony was exquisite and I was close to losing
myself in the pain.

In three silent strides I drew up behind him, clasping my left hand over
his mouth and the right thrusting the dagger straight into the base of his
spine. His scream was muffled as his legs were now useless and he fell
back towards me. I guided him away from Sairi, who had frozen in fear,
& he collapsed backwards onto the floor, his head cracking loudly against
the stone dazing him for a moment. I did not waste the opportunity and
jumped atop his chest pinning his arms with my legs. I threw the dagger
behind me and wrapped my hands about his neck and began to strangle the
life from him.

Father's wits returned and he was able to mutter a spell and free his
right hand, the one with the missing middle finger. His aura flared an
even deeper crimson and the look of surprise was replaced with one of
murderous intent. He raised his hand & acid dripped from it & sizzled
on the floor. I avoided his first attempt to grab me but the second he
was able to land squarely on the left side of my face. My flesh sizzled
and popped as the acid ate into my face and yet that pain paled compared
to the agony of the sigil and the depth of my rage. His index finger had
crossed my left eye and the vision quickly left it as the acid did its work.

I bore down on his neck even harder, the pain driving me to squeeze with
all my might. He tried to incant another spell but I crushed his larynx
with my thumbs and soon he could draw no breath at all. Slowly his face
went from red to purple and finally blue. I am not entirely sure at
what point he die but his body stopped shuddering, his tongue protruded
from between his lips and I noticed the pain from the sigil was gone and
only the burning of

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Chapter 3

For Me a Different Path
Added Sun Oct 19 22:20:43 2008 at level 10:

All was silent but for my ragged breathing. I raised my head and hands
towards the sky & gave thanks to the Huntress for the courage & strength
she had given me this night. I rose from my father's corpse and stumbled
towards Sairi. She was staring at me with shock on her face but her lips
moved and I heard her whisper my name. I felt the stinging wounds on my
face and knew I must look horrible but I did not confirm it in the mirror.
I took Sairi in my arms and hugged her as I have never embraced anyone
before. Tear coursed down my cheeks as I begged her forgiveness for not
having had the courage to spare her from this fate.

Eventually her limp arms wrapped around me and with one hand she began to
stroke my hair, cooing to me in a soft and tender voice as mother would
have when we were little. She told me there was nothing to forgive and
how grateful she was that I had come back for them all. I choked back
my sobs and asked if father had harmed Tyia and Aanet but he had not and
for that I was grateful.

Sairi and I gathered up her things and that of our sisters. When they
awoke they were shocked by my wounds, so much so that Aanet the youngest,
broke into tears. Both embraced me regardless and it was the first time
in over two years I felt whole.

I led the four of us to Darsylon and we left our father's house for the
last time. None of us would ever return and eventually it was sold to
allow my three sisters to begin their own business. Florenalia was
overjoyed when we arrived at her home though the look of horror at my
facial wounds and the sadness in her eyes when I admitted having slain
my own father must have echoed the torment in my own. Still, she was
grateful to have her adopted daughters back and begged me to stay with
them, that she would find the room.

I thanked her but respectfully declined. I explained that if I had
learned anything from this experience, from Fendenalin and Iskavahayan,
was that my path in service to Lady Baerinika and the Light had only
just begun. I had found the courage and strength I had so desperately
needed and if I was able to free others from the tyranny of evil then
all the pain I had suffered had been worthwhile after all.

Florenalia embraced me tightly. Her eyes were watery with tears as we
separated and she told me I need not fight this battle alone. She told
me of the Marans of the Fortress near Voralian City were of like mind
and that I should seek them out. She proceeded to pack me some food
and water for my journey and I went to console my crying sisters. They
begged me not to go but I patiently explained why I must & they agreed
but reluctantly. I gave them all a long hug and kiss on the forehead,
took the backpack, and set off.

The curse of my father was lifted as was the curse of my beauty. All
that was left was the beauty of the Light within. Perhaps I would be
able to help the Light in this world to shine just a little brighter.

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Chapter 2

Self-Reflection in the Light
Added Sat Oct 25 00:53:27 2008 at level 23:

It has been five years since I set off to find my own path in the Light
and I am now twenty-one years old. I have changed much in that time. The
last vestiges of the girl I was is gone. Now I am a woman forged by my
choices and tempered by my experiences.

Much as a fine sword the metal of my spirit must remain pure or it will
become weak and not hold an edge. Neither must it become so too hard
through false courage or it will become brittle and break from the first
solid blow. True strength comes from being hard yet flexible enough to
withstand the rigors of combat whilst being able to adapt to whatever
the conflict may bring.

At last I found the courage to seek an audience with Lady Baerinika, my
Goddess, my inspiration. Her chosen one, Isendor, was also present. He
lent his own wisdom to the proceedings, such insight he gave seemed from
a mortal perspective as he has only recently ascended to divinity and his
sagacity proved valuable. The Huntress spoke with kindness and a tolerant
and understanding patience that was much as one speaks to a child and in
many ways that is exactly what I am being so young & new to her teachings.
I imagine it must seem that way when dealing with mortals when you have
existed for eons.

I must admit I believe I strove to hard to impress upon them my courage
in overcoming such ills as I have faced in my short life. It was not so
much immodesty as youthful enthusiasm and how could one not be inspired
in the presence of Her? Still, being overly submissive would have been
folly as well. Weakness without can be tolerated but weakness within?
What hope is there then? After the audience when I was alone I mused my
words and theirs and I had what can only be described as an epiphany.

During the audience I had stated how much I felt my courage and strength
flowed from Baerinika but now I realize something entirely different. She
is the inspiration of courage. She is the epitomy of what courage can be
and what it is we mortals should strive for. It is to recognize that bit
of divinity within & use that to become as much like our deity as possible.
Perhaps that is what makes the Light more than a figurative ideal but the
means of self-reflection that the dark cannot know. I look upon Her and
I see a reflect of what I am and what I might become and this allows me to
grow greater in the Light and see my path with far greater clarity.

Now I know that I am the source for all that I am. My courage and my fear.
My strength and my frailty. None of these qualities were given to me by
another. They came from within and it is up to me alone to either embrace
or deny them. I shall always be inspired by my Goddess. Her example illum-
inates my path, but I alone must fine the courage to walk it.

Before I left the audience there was one thing I asked of Lady Baerinika.
My sisters and I had decided to never use our father's family name again
and our mother's was lost to us. I asked Her to give us an elven family
name if we were worthy enough and to my delight She did. The elves have
always been very kind to us as we sisters felt it would be a wonderful
way to honor them. We are now the sisters Ba'alsinoth, heir to a family
name Divinely begotten.

Role

Chapter 1

To Judge & be Judged
Added Sat Oct 25 23:26:22 2008 at level 24:

I met another Lightwalking assassin today, A Felar name Teferai. Though
I am glad to have made his acquaintance the manner in which I did demon-
strates a terrible lack of judgment on my part. Teferai was traveling
with two others. A gnome shape shifter of no particular importance to
this event and an Arial warrior named Callaien who walks in the gloom
of Balance.

They found me at the keep of Ceawlin trying to liberate the good people
imprisoned within. Though Teferai announced himself the shape shifter
started to force his way in and the warrior made allusions to knifing me.
I found the acts of the latter two to be hostile and seeing as I was out-
numbered and did not know their true intent I decided to make my escape
to Seantryn Modan. There I prepared myself to return to the keep and
investigate their actions.

Upon my return I caught them resting and somewhat injured and a quick
inspection of their equipment showed both wore items tainted with evil
though most everything Callaien wore was evil & two pieces on Teferai
were dark though the rest was, I must admit in hindsight, capable of
being worn by anyone. It was my judgement they had been harming the
very prisoners I sought to free & I attacked the two I was able, Teferai
and Callaien. If not for the quick actions of the gnome mystically send-
ing the other two home they would surely have perished at my blades for
I fought exquisitely landing nearly every blow and they few. For an odd
reason I did not feel terribly satisfied with my victory and even a small
sense of relief that neither had fallen. I was to find out why as Teferai
proceeded to verbally assault me as I had them with my blades.

Teferai proclaimed he was in fact a follower of the Light & that Callaien,
despite his overwhelmingly dark presence in his evil accoutremonts was in
fact of the Balance. My heart twinged with unease but I held steadfast at
first. What they wore, their actions at forcing themselves inside the keep.
I could not have been wrong. I was careful to inspect them before attacking.
Yet I was very much mistaken and Teferai was convinced I was in fact the
dark heart. Based on my actions I cannot blame him.

As we parlayed back and forth he convinced me to make an attempt upon Bergh,
a wicked Arial assassin who murdered just for the coin in someone's pocket.
I made my attempt and we fought back and forth for some time but I could not
get past the defenses his formidable equipment provided. I withdrew but the
the act of trying to end Bergh seemed to mollify Teferai & he agreed to meet
me just outside Lady Baerinika's shrine for a dark-heart could not enter.

We met and the moment Teferai walked in freely I knew the magnitude of my
mistake. I knelt before him begging his forgiveness and yielded to him my
two greatest weapons, My thin sabre and my rare scimitar called Sandstorm
which had been with me for years. The very blades I had used upon him and
Callaien. I had drawn innocent blood with both and no longer had the right
to wield either. It was a small act of penance but at least it was a start
and it pleased Teferai enough that we began to speak in earnest.

I led Teferai to another location that provided safety from dark-hearts
& there forgiveness was given which I, both gracious & contrite, r

Immortal Comments

Wed Oct 22 14:42:38 2008 by 'An Immortal' at level 18 (18 hrs):
An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Role - Her dad turned on her in a sexual way, and when she resisted he cursed her to be a prostitute. She learned to fight the curse with assassin skills, and eventually killed him. Going to follow Baer.

Sat Oct 25 23:59:59 2008 by 'An Immortal' at level 24 (33 hrs):
An Immortal added 800 exp for: Role updates - After talking with Baer she realizes courage has always been inside of here, and baer is the inspiration to find it. She'll also be more careful about judging people in the future.

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	1
Total PK Assists	1
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.50

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Somewhat Ganky

Average Group Size Per Death

1.12

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

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	1 (0 at level 44)
Total PK Losses	8
Total Mob Deaths	3

PK Wins by Class
VS. warrior	1

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. BATTLE	1

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	0
VS. Neutral	0
VS. Evil	1

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

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. BATTLE	1
VS. EMPIRE	3
VS. SCION	2
VS. TRIBUNAL	2

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	0
VS. Neutral	0
VS. Evil	8

Cabal Powers List

Level 15

mantle of the phoenix

75%

Skill List

Level 35	assassinate	75%
Level 35	stalk	77%
Level 35	poison darts	78%
Level 36	mountain storm kick	100%
Level 40	owaza	77%
Level 41	double spin kick	90%
Level 44	martial trance	77%

Skill List

Level 1	dagger	97%
Level 1	spear	82%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	staff	80%
Level 1	dodge	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	100%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 1	wheel kick	96%
Level 2	improved compare	75%
Level 3	dirt kicking	82%
Level 4	hide	100%
Level 4	sneak	100%
Level 5	aim	88%
Level 5	dark vision	82%
Level 6	sweep kick	91%
Level 7	evade	80%
Level 7	heightened awareness	92%
Level 8	trip	80%
Level 8	light armor use	100%
Level 9	fast healing	95%
Level 9	bind wounds	100%
Level 10	detect hidden	92%
Level 10	second attack	100%
Level 10	endure	83%
Level 10	mark of the prey	80%
Level 11	parry	100%
Level 11	side kick	91%
Level 12	shield block	100%
Level 13	disarm	90%
Level 13	caltraps	98%
Level 14	pick lock	85%
Level 14	pierce	75%
Level 15	meditation	97%
Level 15	unarmed defense	100%
Level 16	third attack	97%
Level 16	vanish	91%
Level 16	scissor kick	93%
Level 17	haggle	76%
Level 17	throw	100%
Level 18	blindness dust	94%
Level 18	dual wield	100%
Level 19	lore	77%
Level 20	poison smoke	82%
Level 20	nerve	80%
Level 20	strangle	100%
Level 20	pen	75%
Level 20	locate mark	78%
Level 21	enhanced damage	100%
Level 21	mule kick	92%
Level 22	kotegaeshi	100%
Level 24	ground control	98%
Level 25	pugil	80%
Level 25	poison dagger	75%
Level 26	crescent kick	92%
Level 27	tiger claw	80%
Level 28	kansetsuwaza	100%
Level 29	precise aim	77%
Level 30	backfist	80%
Level 31	axe kick	96%

Title History

Thu Oct 30 17:58:58 2008, level 32 (51 hrs):
Iaru Ba'alsinoth the Koshi Garuma

PK Wins

Nov 6, 2008 |Lv 38|Fortress of Light|Klarmbleg vs 2: Oraimus (100%,KB), Iaru (0%)
Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 39|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Gerabis vs 1: Iaru (100%,KB)

PK Deaths

Oct 27, 2008|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kanaz (100%,KB)
Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 40|The Imperial Lands|vs 1: Ikbe (100%,KB)
Nov 12, 2008|Lv 41|The Northern Mountains|vs 1: Bonthos (100%,KB)
Nov 15, 2008|Lv 44|The Imperial Palace|vs 1: Kruniki (100%,KB)
Nov 16, 2008|Lv 44|Balator|vs 1: Shalsad (100%,KB)
Nov 17, 2008|Lv 44|Valley of Veran|vs 1: Melertosiceo (100%,KB)
Nov 18, 2008|Lv 44|Fortress of Light|vs 2: Alzinghul (76%), Melertosiceo (23%, KB)
Nov 19, 2008|Lv 44|Fortress of Light|vs 1: Synthia (100%,KB)

Leveling History

Oct 18, 2008|Lv 2 |Hr 0 |
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 3 |Hr 0 |
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 4 |Hr 0 |14 Invelpreleg, 7 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 5 |Hr 1 |14 Invelpreleg, 8 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 6 |Hr 1 |15 Invelpreleg, 9 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 7 |Hr 1 |10 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 8 |Hr 1 |14 Eschelian, 10 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 9 |Hr 1 |14 Eschelian, 11 Wexlen,
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 10|Hr 2 |
Oct 19, 2008|Lv 11|Hr 7 |
Oct 19, 2008|Lv 12|Hr 7 |
Oct 20, 2008|Lv 13|Hr 8 |
Oct 20, 2008|Lv 14|Hr 10 |
Oct 20, 2008|Lv 15|Hr 11 |
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 16|Hr 17 |
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 17|Hr 18 |
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 18|Hr 21 |
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 19|Hr 23 |24 Dakjarn, 13 Everay,
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 20|Hr 24 |24 Dakjarn, 14 Everay,
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 21|Hr 25 |
Oct 24, 2008|Lv 22|Hr 29 |20 Azahrlan,
Oct 24, 2008|Lv 23|Hr 30 |21 Azahrlan, 18 Taldash,
Oct 25, 2008|Lv 24|Hr 32 |
Oct 26, 2008|Lv 25|Hr 35 |23 Azahrlan, 17 Araroheln,
Oct 26, 2008|Lv 26|Hr 36 |24 Azahrlan, 19 Araroheln,
Oct 27, 2008|Lv 27|Hr 39 |31 Mrrsk, 27 Azahrlan,
Oct 27, 2008|Lv 28|Hr 39 |32 Mrrsk, 28 Azahrlan,
Oct 27, 2008|Lv 29|Hr 39 |32 Mrrsk, 29 Azahrlan,
Oct 27, 2008|Lv 30|Hr 40 |33 Mrrsk, 30 Azahrlan,
Oct 28, 2008|Lv 31|Hr 45 |
Oct 29, 2008|Lv 32|Hr 51 |32 Azahrlan, 33 Grig,
Oct 30, 2008|Lv 33|Hr 53 |33 Yulel, 32 Salenta,
Oct 30, 2008|Lv 34|Hr 54 |33 Yulel, 33 Salenta,
Nov 1, 2008 |Lv 35|Hr 62 |
Nov 2, 2008 |Lv 36|Hr 65 |31 Skewdge, 23 Delurian,
Nov 4, 2008 |Lv 37|Hr 70 |44 Boldinrok, 41 Callaien,
Nov 4, 2008 |Lv 38|Hr 71 |44 Boldinrok, 41 Callaien,
Nov 7, 2008 |Lv 39|Hr 79 |30 Delurian, 34 Ralmer,
Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 40|Hr 82 |45 Boldinrok, 38 Ilvakihj,
Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 41|Hr 86 |35 Catast, 33 Demari,
Nov 12, 2008|Lv 42|Hr 96 |49 Avarron, 46 Catast,
Nov 12, 2008|Lv 43|Hr 96 |49 Avarron, 47 Catast,
Nov 15, 2008|Lv 44|Hr 103|42 Edika, 37 Brorandus,

Timeline

Wed Oct 22 17:39:59 2008 at level 20 (18 hrs):
Iaru advanced to level 20 <PK: 0-0>

Mon Oct 27 18:54:47 2008 at level 30 (39 hrs):
Iaru advanced to level 30 <PK: 0-0>

Thu Oct 30 18:17:44 2008 at level 32 (51 hrs):
Inducted into FORTRESS by Baerinika.

Sat Nov 8 03:09:47 2008 at level 40 (79 hrs):
Iaru advanced to level 40 <PK: 1-1>

Mon Nov 10 20:47:51 2008 at level 41 (87 hrs):
Iaru moved to Voralian City

Sun Nov 16 18:58:41 2008 at level 44 (107 hrs):
Rage Delete

Mob Deaths

Oct 18, 2008|Lv 9 |Forest of NoWhere|the Dark Stalker by bite
Oct 29, 2008|Lv 31|Keep of Ceawlin|the Captain by smash

Edges

Master of Ukemi
Repulsive
Thick Veined

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	3700
Experience from Skill improvements	13113
Experience from Exploration	3600
Experience from Quests	15950
Experience from Commerce	1065

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Sat Oct 18 00:29:00 2008
Quests Completed	12
Exploration Points Found	19
Bonus Experience from Immortals	2800
(WANTED) Criminal	1 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	28 %
% of lifetime in the cities	18 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %
% of lifetime caballed	49 %

Cabal Specifics

Cabal Statistics

# of logins with their cabal item	20
# of logins without their cabal item	7
# of logouts with their cabal item	21
# of logouts without their cabal item	1
# of times they lost their cabal item	3
# of times they retrieved their cabal item	6
# of times they took another cabal item	0