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Added Wed Feb 27 23:46:27 2002 at level 1:
Karhon Ironwood is a cold shaman. Everything he does is based
on precisely one thing... Crisp, methodical logic, and a pure
motivation for righteousness to be done. Karhon knows emotion,
but he does not let himself be controlled by it.
This giant was born in Tar Valon, raised by the Ogier there and
trained as an apprentice in the areas of logic, gardening, and
meditation. As he grew older, the Ogier knew, as well as Karhon
that he could not stay there forever. Everything came together
like water, and Karhon knew the way was laid out before him.

Added Tue Mar 5 01:04:57 2002 at level 11:
He follows the religion of the twin goddess of mysteries, the Lady Ilraeth.
He intends to join the brigade, for he lives the life of a maran.

Added Tue Mar 5 16:07:54 2002 at level 11:
His choice of religion and cabal are tied together in a very intricate way.
He spent most of his youth with the Ogier, therefore his hunger for knowledge
has grown into a bloodthirst for knowledge. Add this to his keen desire
to do righteousness, and his strict maran lifestyle, and you have a recipe
for a man like Karhon. Karhon's icy cold nature is due to the fact that
he can think more clearly without emotion draped over his eyes.



Added Wed Apr 3 01:42:23 2002 at level 18:
Having gained the blessing of his Lady, Ilraeth, and a portion of her power,
Karhon continues his walk along the path of the maran, holding close to him his
desire for purity and knowledge. He has also spoken with the maran wizard, Lorimar.
They spoke of things concerning the maran... The code, and her precepts...
Karhon is now taking the next few steps within his guild, continually growing
in mind and body.

Added Fri Apr 5 22:26:10 2002 at level 25:
Karhon has used the power Ilraeth gave him well, gaining in power and knowledge.
His hunger for knowledge has not decreased in the least, and his thirst for purity
continues to be unquenchable. He now seeks to continue pleasing his Lady Ilraeth,
and to gain the approval of the Lord Shokai, and join the Brigade in their war.

Added Thu Apr 18 01:27:41 2002 at level 42:
Karhon Ironwood remains strong in his faith as his power within the guild rises.
He has been in a few battles now, though he's lost as many as he's won. But he
realizes that it's the outcome of the war that counts, moreso than the outcome of the battle.
He still has his eyes set upon the Brigade, and will forever. And also, he has spent
much time near the Fortress, or with other maran, or striking the shadow within the Chasm.


And just as much time he has spent fighting the wars within, the ongoing war of the spirit.
He still holds his Lady Ilraeth foremost in his thoughts as he goes about life, wishing
to please her. He realizes her faith in him and does not wish to let her down.
At the same time, he is strongly aware of his desire to finally meet the Skyborn
and learn if he has what it takes to join the Lord's army.

Added Thu May 9 21:37:34 2002 at level 51:
Having reached the pinnacle of his guild, Karhon spends his middle aged years trying
to surround himself with members of the brigade, and keep himself busy in the political wars being
fought all over thera. He treads lightly at some points, and rushes forward at others.
His attitude is one of humble determination, for he feels sharply the desires of his heart.
But as the Ogier taught him patience when he was young and learning the common tongue,
so he waits for whatever may come.

Added Tue Jul 23 01:35:16 2002 at level 51:
Karhon has continued in service to his Lady, and to the Fortress.
He has given his life physically and spiritually to hold onto both.
He has been rewarded in ways unimaginable, for his spirit basks in
the cool fervor of elation. He has met a shapeshifting wizard whom
shows desire for redemption, and has decided to take him under his
tutelage, and seek out the gods for action to be taken concerning it.
Karhon is still middle-aged, but ripened with the wisdom of a priest


whom has seen life, death, joy, and sorrow with Ice in his Eyes.

Added Mon Aug 26 14:36:27 2002 at level 51:
As Karhon reaches nearly four centuries in age, he stands fast in his
faith in Ilraeth, regardless of what trials she faces. He honors the
Ogier, for the name they gave him suits him, as he is now like the
Weathered ironwood tree, strong as ever, but worn by time into a ghastly
shape.
He constantly battles with emotions that arise... His fond love for
Lydian, his hatred for the shadow... But in the end, he is victorious
over those emotions, for centuries of experience have taught him to
cut them down before they take charge of his spirit.

Added Fri Oct 18 00:07:52 2002 at level 51:
Karhon is now almost five centuries in age. He has been weathered and seen more
than most would in a century. He continues his vigil in prayer and meditation.
He is satisfied with the losses he has faced physically, and thrilled with the
victory he feels over shadow, spiritually. He has taken it upon himself to
address the spiritual needs of the Brigade, to uplift his brethren and sistren.
Each day he learns more of his own nature and his priesthood. He constantly has
to remind himself that he is a priest, not a warrior, and should render his


enemy, shadow, useless in the spirit, first... Then the body.
He is also careful of himself, avoiding hatred for people that live in shadow.
In his late years, he only hopes to make as great an impact upon the Brigade
as he can. He wants not for them to remember him, but remember what he teaches
them... The values he instills as an experienced zealot.


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An icy aura seems to hover over the head of this giant.
As his glossy orange eyes fixate upon something, it is
as if he sees nothing, for his face remains without any
expression. Deep within, you can perhaps sense a river
of wrath, but on the outside, he is cold. A few battle
scars are visible on his body, but most of them covered
by his plentiful bluish hair. He stands tall, his body
seems unmoving in the most dramatic of environments, as
solid as an ironwood tree. The broadth of his chest is
an unbelievable thing, nearly the length of a tall full
weeping tree, not stooped or hunched in any manner.