Lesuoto the Lord of the Underworld

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Description

A small, nondescript arial is here. Jet black wings seem to absorb all light,
making for a most unnatural appearance. His white wingtips are adorned with
blood-red medallions, each trailing a small silver ribbon. Dark eyes offer a
hard stare from his avian features. His hawklike beak appears to have been
broken often and seems poised in a permanent sneer. The arial appears to be
clothed in whatever armors he happened upon, with no continuity from one
piece to another.

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Score

Level	39	Sex	male	Race	arial
Ethos	Neutral	Align	Evil	Class	thief
Practices	17	Trains	0	Hometown	Galadon
Exp	310696	To Level	18654	Sphere	Purity
Age mature, 31 years old (178 hours)
Hit Points	521	Mana	506	Movement	594
Strength	18	Intelligence	21	Wisdom	19
Dexterity	25	Constitution	16	Charisma	16
Carry #	0/37	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	0	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	0	Damroll	0

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	0
Experience from Skill improvements	10984
Experience from Exploration	1800
Experience from Quests	6275
Experience from Commerce	3163

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Fri Dec 17 16:14:12 2004
Quests Completed	4
Exploration Points Found	7
Bonus Experience from Immortals	500
(WANTED) Criminal	5 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	17 %
% of lifetime in the cities	18 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	3 %

Timeline

Tue Dec 28 12:59:22 2004 at level 20 (16 hrs):
Lesuoto advanced to level 20

Tue Feb 15 21:25:06 2005 at level 30 (64 hrs):
Lesuoto advanced to level 30

Skill List

Level 1	dagger	100%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	spear	80%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	backstab	99%
Level 1	dodge	100%
Level 1	trip	100%
Level 1	haggle	80%
Level 1	hide	100%
Level 1	peek	92%
Level 1	scrolls	81%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 3	dirt kicking	97%
Level 4	sneak	100%
Level 5	steal	86%
Level 7	pick lock	73%
Level 10	detect hidden	99%
Level 10	relock	73%
Level 12	disarm	98%
Level 12	second attack	100%
Level 12	nimble fingers	100%
Level 13	parry	100%
Level 14	kick	98%
Level 15	hand to hand	79%
Level 15	meditation	84%
Level 15	circle	100%
Level 16	fast healing	100%
Level 17	blackjack	100%
Level 18	lore	1%
Level 19	rogues awareness	100%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	bind legs	92%
Level 24	precision strike	100%
Level 25	enhanced damage	100%
Level 25	dual wield	100%
Level 26	gag	80%
Level 28	blindfold	81%
Level 29	bind hands	87%
Level 31	sleeping disarm	71%
Level 33	tie	75%
Level 34	truss	72%
Level 36	drag	73%
Level 38	shadow drag	75%

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	38 (0 at level 39)
Total PK Losses	6
Total Mob Deaths	9

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	2
VS. warrior	12
VS. paladin	4
VS. anti-paladin	4
VS. assassin	5
VS. invoker	3
VS. bard	2
VS. healer	1
VS. shapeshifter	5

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	29
VS. FORTRESS	2
VS. OUTLANDER	1
VS. EMPIRE	3
VS. TRIBUNAL	3

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	18
VS. Neutral	8
VS. Evil	12

PK Deaths by Class
VS. warrior	4
VS. paladin	1
VS. necromancer	1

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	3
VS. FORTRESS	1
VS. EMPIRE	2

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	4
VS. Neutral	0
VS. Evil	2

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	38
Total PK Assists	11
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.37

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

Average Group Size Per Death

1.00

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

Role

Chapter 1

Background
Added Mon Dec 20 17:05:19 2004 at level 11:

Long ago, a priest with the sacred text of the Sacraa led a band of followers
up into the mountains. Such was his Will, though the inspiration behind it
has long been lost in time. Some time after occurred a great cataclysm, and
along the slopes there were land-slips and swift thawings and sudden floods,
and one whole side of the crest slipped and came down in thunder, and cut off
our villages forever from the exploring feet of those who dwelt below.

Generation begat generation. There came a time when a child was born who was
twenty generations from the ancestor who had led his people into these
mountains. By this time, they had forgotten many things they had devised
many things. Their tradition of the greater world they came from became
mythical in color and uncertain, but their belief in the teachings of the
Sacraa remained unchanged. In all things they were strong and able, living
hardily where others could not survive.

Gazing out from the snowy peaks, the mountainsides fade into the clouds. The
people could not travel so far down the mountain as to reach the clouds, nor
would they do so if they could.Those who have fallen have never been seen
again. Yet there was still a peak that had not been tamed, one at the very
edge of their world. Few came to this mount, and yet one day an expedition
was planned. The little party worked their difficult and almost vertical way
up to the very foot of the last and greatest precipice, and how they built a
night shelter amidst the snow upon a little shelf of rock, and how presently
they found one had gone missing. They shouted, and there was no reply
shouted and whistled, and for the rest of that night they slept no more.

As the morning broke they saw the traces of his fall. It seems impossible he
could have uttered a sound. He had slipped eastward towards the unknown side
of the mountain - far below he had struck a steep slope of snow, and ploughed
his way down it in the midst of a snow avalanche. His track went straight to
the edge of a frightful precipice, and beyond that everything was hidden.
Far, far below, and hazy with distance, they could see the dark shapes of
spires through the mist. But they did not know what their eyes fell
upon. Unnerved by this disaster, they abandoned their attempt in the
afternoon, and the expedition leader was called away to his years of temple
service before he could make another attack. To this day the mountain lifts
an unconquered crest, and their old shelter crumbles unvisited amidst the
snows.

And the man who fell survived.

At the end of the slope he fell a thousand feet, and came down in the midst
of a cloud of snow upon a snow slope even steeper than the one above. Down
this he was whirled, stunned and insensible, but without a bone broken in his
body - and then at last came to gentler slopes, and at last rolled out and lay
still, buried amidst a softening heap of the white masses that had
accompanied and saved him.

And so it came to pass that he entered the land called Thera.

His interactions with the peoples of Thera were fraught with incredulity,
then disappointment, and finally resentment. The land was so infested with
idolatry that his ability to see that their beliefs were falsifiable fairy
tales caused many Therans to assume that he was