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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11190, "[None] Xoregh Xarg'aran the Bearer of Imperial Strength, Bloodoathed of the Empire"
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Xoregh Xarg'aran the Bearer of Imperial Strength, Bloodoathed of the Empire
DescriptionA stout, dark-skinned duergar, the most noticeable feature on him is the large veiny muscles that somehow exist on top of one another on his shoulders and arms. An almost comical appearance, if it wasn't for the strength that clearly lay behind these muscles. Fire hued eyes the color of a red dragon's breath and a thick, tangled beard of knotted hairs hides his cracked lips and brownish-yellow teeth. Battered and dented armors cover his thick frame, and his body is covered in scars too numerous to count.
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Level | 51 | Sex | male | Race | duergar | Ethos | Orderly | Align | Evil | Class | warrior | Practices | 1 | Trains | 1 | Hometown | Hamsah Mu'tazz | Exp | 512900 | To Level | 24350 | Sphere | Strength | Age middle-aged, 164 years old (250 hours) | Hit Points | 980 | Mana | 412 | Movement | 964 | Strength | 23 | Intelligence | 16 | Wisdom | 18 | Dexterity | 22 | Constitution | 21 | Charisma | 15 | Carry # | 10/36 | Carry Weight | 371 lb 14 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 32 | Copper | 69 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 7 | Damroll | 5 | | |
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Xoregh's Role Chapter 7,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #
Xoregh's Role Chapter 6,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Role Chapter 5,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Role Chapter 4,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #3
Xoregh's Gank-O-Meter,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #
Xoregh's Role Chapter 3,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #
Xoregh's Role Chapter 2,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Role Chapter 1,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #
Xoregh's Immortal Comments,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's PK Statistics,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Skill List,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Skill List,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Title History,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #2
Xoregh's Best Set of Equipment,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Timeline,
Death_Angel,
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Xoregh's Class Specifics,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #
Xoregh's Statistics,
Death_Angel,
25-Jul-06 03:00 PM, #1
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11207, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 7"
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RoleChapter 7 History Added Thu May 25 21:21:59 2006 at level 1:Born deep in Aran'gird, the duergar known as Xoregh is the son of a slaver of some renown and his torturer wench. Born with a malevolent streak that would make Cyradia proud, this duergar revels in inflicting pain on the weak. From a young age he favored strength, and yearned to test himself, soon finding that he could best every other duergar his age. Bringing pain to those less strong then him was one of the few joys Xoregh culled from his youth, and certainly eased the fury that grew in him from his own misery in life.
His father frequently beat Xoregh to ease his own anger, and his mother actually enjoyed seeing if she could make Xoregh cry out in pain with her torturous ways. In time he became her favorite pasttime as he struggled against her desires to make him cry out, and his stubborn insistence that he never would. His father knew of the torments Xoregh endured, but his own selfish pride at his son's toughness insured he would never step in to stop the beatings and carvings his wench inflicted on Xoregh's flesh. Secretly, Xoregh enjoyed testing himself against the pain, and his only true fear was that he would one day grow so old and weak that he might give in. He would shudder at the mere thought and promise himself that he would die in a river of blood with his enemies corpses at his feet.
Known to always follow his father's orders, Xoregh never forgot the day he left Aran'gird. The day began as typically as any other. A host of new slaves had been purchased in the underdark bazaar and lashed into submission. Only a gray-cloaked, shaven headed human seemed unconcerned with the beatings and beginning of a life of servitude. Herding the slaves into their pens, it was Xoregh's duty to provide what meager food and water rations these slaves would now be sustained upon. Taunting the slaves was another of Xoregh's few joys, and yet another task at which he excelled. Accidentally 'dropping' their water dishes, giving the weakest among the slaves pieces of bread that even the maggots wouldn't touch, all brought joy to Xoregh. After listening to his father rant and rave for the last few years, as Xoregh grew older he could see his father had grown more wary of him, sensing the strength that grew in the almost-comical mass of muscles surrounding Xoregh's shoulders. Both could feel the tension building as the boy grew from a youth into a young adult. Soon the beatings and torturing would end entirely, Xoregh knew, and when that day came, the blood would be spilled in earnest. The thought alone made Xoregh nearly smile. A smack from his mother's barbed flail quickly returned him to the harsh reality of his current life as she noticed him drifting into a daydream. Reaching his hand up to the bloodied line on the side of his neck, he turned to face his father as he ordered Xoregh to feed the slaves and have the pens cleaned before returning home.
Cleaning the pens. The mere thought would make Xoregh's stomach wrench and knot in frustration at his station in life. If he was a slaver, he would force the slaves to do his bidding, Xoregh often mused. A meager, joy free life awaited him if he continued on his course, he could see. The only power he would gain was control over the pens when his parents no longer drew breath. In his rare free time, Xoregh would alw
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11206, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 6"
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RoleChapter 6 The Oath Added Sun May 28 06:39:41 2006 at level 15:Xoregh would never forget the day that he began to live the dream. From the moment he was able to take the Oath, he made sure to ask every blessed Citizen if they would administer it. Many refused. He knew the other sects did not wish to aid the blades by bringing Xoregh into the fray, so he knew he would have to wait it out until the Warmaster or another blade would be available. Finally the day came when the mighty fire giant Mongothka entered the realms. As was typical, Xoregh immediately beseeched the giant to offer the Oath to him. He was ready to live the dream. "My heart, my soul, my life for the Empire." With the words leaving his lips, Xoregh felt the power in his voice, proving to speak it was to feel the true calling. A mere oath, he knew he made the first step in his ascent to the Throne. With that, he deposited his small 'war chest' and assured himself that he could hone his skills for a time without worry of letting the Empire down financially. When his training is done, he will begin growing in his guild, as he wishes to put forth the best skill possible, rather then aid the Empire with poor, untrained defense or tactics.
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11205, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 Becoming a Blade Added Mon Jun 5 09:24:33 2006 at level 35:Even by typical standards, the battle was a hard fought one. The fire giant Djial had sought Xoregh's head each time he saw him, and had managed to catch Xoregh training his choking skill but was unable to seal the kill. After resting and recovering, Xoregh encountered the fire giant on the Eastern Road, and the battle began anew. Surely the giant had to be an Outlander, or stupid enough to be seeking a place in that elf filled refuge. Yet, again Xoregh was forced to flee, the flurries of the giant landing with heavy force, although not quite enough to finish the resilient duergar. His days as an Imperial were certainly not boring, though not hard enough to crack his stoic facade and this day was no different. As he rushed off to lick his wounds, Xoregh felt a sense of pride as he ascended through the Imperial Ranks, finally becoming that which he had sought for so long. A Blade, no longer a mere Oath, now truly living the dream rather then seeking it. With his advancement he heard the orders of the Father of Anger, to mind the laws of the Sect, and to mind his donations. Xoregh knew he would die before letting down the Empire. Perhaps not all meant their Oath when uttered, but it was something Xoregh felt at the deepest levels of his soul. Loyalty was not something he took lightly.
He remembered the shame like a burning sensation deep within his pride, his soul. Falling to a dwarf! He was thankful now that none had borne witness to his defeat at Iuvuk's hands. For now the berserker was stronger. For now. Let him enjoy his triumph, for he would not hold the tightly gripped VainGlory forever. And when the time came Iuvuk did not have every advantage, Xoregh would be there to seize the opportunity. It was his first defeat at the hands of the hated dwarves, and Xoregh would do all he could to insure it would be his last. Defeat as well, was not something he took lightly.
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11204, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 Weaponry Added Thu Jun 8 06:20:03 2006 at level 40:Xoregh wrapped his hands around the flails, feeling their weight. He had grown so accustomed to their feel, they were now like an extension of himself, reaching out to strip the weapons from the enemies of the Empire with ferocious strength. He remembered the first time he had ever picked up his father's flails, a matched pair of red-headed adamantite, with darkened mithril grips. It had been something of a family reunion. Xoregh, his cousin Ghurgar, Xoregh's father, his uncle Skurgul, the alchemist, and their brother Oraeg. Himself and his cousin were brought with the elder males of his family for a hunting/training/get-away-from-the-wenches exercise within the Underdark. They had been sitting around a makeshift camp, roasting a rothe, when the conversation had turned to weapons. Xoregh, feeling especially bold, had inquired why his father did not use the whips with which he was startlingly proficient with upon the slaves, upon their enemies in the Underdark. Turning with a look of utter shock, that signified his fathers belief that no child could be so stupid, Xoregh was surprised when his father, Bhurog by name, spoke the words that had helped bring about xoregh's use of the flails ever since. "What der hell can a whip do dat a flail nae be better at?". The stinging hit from his father that Xoregh took to glean this tidbit of knowledge was just one in an endless series of beatings that Xoregh endured stoicly. Clan Xarg'aran was known as flail users, and Xoregh knew that he would not buck this tradition when he looked upon his fathers favored weapons. Someday perhaps, he would return to Aran'gird and commission a pair for himself. His uncles just nodded their accord, not wishing to anger Bhurog, for he was the oldest and strongest of the brothers. Foul-smelling and bubbling, Uncle Skurgul passed around one of his concoctions and Clan Xarg'aran continued their meal through bleary eyes and broad smiles. That night when Xoregh drifted off to sleep, his thoughts were upon weapons.
He had been in charge of cutting up the dead slaves even as one of his earliest jobs. The other slaves could not be trusted to do it, and Xoregh had grown quite proficient at it. Long bouts of boredom had given Xoregh time to hone his craft, and the razor-sharp scalpels his father had purchased at the bazaar were both light and nimble. Giving Xoregh plenty of time for work, and plenty of time to see the effects the scalpel made when it incised the flesh. Xoregh could see the damage they did to the unliving, and he grinned lasciviously as he imagined the pain one would feel if they were to have their tendons or arteries sliced while still drawing breath. Yes, he imagined, if ever the chance came to expand his weaponry abilities, Xoregh would learn more of these tiny knives. They were perfect for the close quartered combat of the Underdark.
Xoregh looked back down at the flails and then to the new row of daggers bound to his belt. A long, bloody path he had walked to where he was now. A student of both flails and of daggers. The time had now come to test these daggers against the living flesh Xoregh had curiously wondered of before. Malevolent glee filled his heart as he began to train once more. The proficiency he now knew with flails, he would need learn with daggers as well, if h
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11199, "Xoregh's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 43 | Total PK Assists   | 17 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.47 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Self-Reliant Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.67 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Unwitting Guest of Bad Parties
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11203, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 the Order of Macalla Added Wed Jun 21 09:49:52 2006 at level 44:Xoregh's pride swelled as he ascended to the title of Elite Blade, moving yet another step closer to his final goal of Emperor. Still the Blade Sect was without a War Master, and still the Empress had not chosen. An interview, Xoregh had undergone, questioned at length by Kharghurln, the Empress, about why he was the best choice for War Master. Was the Empress blind or just not smart, he wondered to himself. Did she not see the strength in Xoregh's devotion, tactics, and discipline? He had never been a duergar of words. Preferring to simply lead by example, through Strength, his tactics were those born in his past. He gave orders, and expected them to be followed, as the slaves had, many moons ago. Failure to comply would constitute insubordination, and would require suitable punishment. Thankfully, none of the Empire yet had forced his hand. He would not beg to appointed. If his Empress could not see his Strength, perhaps she should be removed...
Several days later, Xoregh made his way up the darkened mithril steps of the Temple of the Macalla hidden deep in the Underdark, near the outskirts of his homeland. His thoughts whirled as he wondered which master he would study under. He recalled the few defeats he had taken. The bard Emmot had sung a nasty tune, and delivered Xoregh his first honorable defeat since Iuvuk, many months past. He would not study merely to defeat the bard, but the battle had reminded him of his inability to effectively stun his enemies who he could outdamage in straight battle. Even lashing the feet of his foes would provide enough opportunity for an assassin to break his wrist, or a bard to flee and return. This was unacceptable. If this was his weakness, he would study under a master who would provide tutelage that would help cover said weakness. With a grim nod of finality in his decision, Xoregh made his way to the black-skinned duergar master who assumed the stance of 'Greeting the Avalanche', and prepared to literally hurl himself into his new studies.
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11202, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 Personal Life Added Fri Jun 23 15:15:35 2006 at level 47:It was right after he had become a Blade. Xoregh's loins burned like the fire doubling in his guts from an invoker's immolation. All the killing had made him randy, and he sought a wench. Making his way to one of the Underdark's many establishments of 'ill-repute', he sidled up to the bar of one, ordering its largest ale, and quickly motioning for the Matron to address his needs. With grace belying her position, the woman slithered through the crowded pub to whisper in Xoregh's ear that she had many wenches who could provide what he desired. Xoregh snorted and produced a pouch of gold that would make Qaledus curious, and nodded in the matron's direction. Telling her he wanted a duergar wench, he frowned as he saw her response.
"The duergar wenches are newly arrived, and not yet....broken into submission", the matron informed Xoregh. With a snort of contempt for the woman and minute respect for his kin, he glared harshly at the matron, ordering her to send the best of them to his room. Handing her a princely sum, he saw her nose wrinkle with disdain even as she finally produced a nod of acquiescence.
After a half dozen minutes of drinking, he made his way to his 'room' and awaited the wench. It was not long before she arrived, escorted by a rather large, oafish-looking bouncer. Xoregh snorted. He would make the bouncer into a skeleton if he wanted, but for the time, he sought carnal pleasure, not destructive.
Immediately, Xoregh noticed she bore the inner fire in her eyes that would soon fade as her work wore on her. He smirked at the bouncer before closing the door in his fat face, and motioning the wench to the bed. Her insouciant glare only fueled the fires burning within him. Lust burned in his body and he knew the only way to quench this fire was to have this wench. Just as he grabbed the wench by her arms, the door burst open, and an identical wench rushed Xoregh with a shiv aimed straight for his neck. "No one touches my sister, you sod!" she yelled even as he easily sidestepped this new wench, and easily took her shiv as she blundered past. The bouncer still stood in the doorway, looking dumb and little else. Again, Xoregh smirked in his direction, then looked between the two wenches. Identical twins, clearly, he noticed. One a veritable ball of rage, and the other, a silently brooding woman of inner fury. Xoregh pondered his course, before peering into the very large pouch of gold hanging at his belt. Well, some things were worth spending money for, he thought.
As Xoregh made his way to the Palace, a bounce lit his step, and clearly, any man could see he was walking taller. Back within his room in the inn of Balator, two duergar wenches slept peacefully for the first time in many months, a pair of darkened mithril wedding bands on each of their fingers, that matched Xoregh's band upon his own ring finger. Two wives would be twice as good, he chuckled aloud, even as he continued on his course to the Palace. Life in the Empire had its benefits, indeed, even if his purse was forever going from fat to empty.
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11201, "Xoregh's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 War Master Added Sun Jun 25 02:31:12 2006 at level 51:His ascent to War Master had gone just as planned. Even his gross incompetence under Grurk's questioning had not been enough to mar his confidence. His first battle after however, had not gone as planned. Nreisshe, a slave of a felar, had managed to ambush him and loot some of his finer items. Xoregh would not suffer the same mistake again. This Nreisshe would pay, he vowed, if only to himself.
Xoregh's thoughts turned to how he would wrest the Throne from Kharghurln. Xoregh was unsure if the other Council members backed the Empress, but he could not believe many did. The difficulty lay seizing it rather then being voted in. Tact had never been his strong suit. Time would be required to formulate an effective plan.
Only the Chronomancer's quest had drawn his interest beyond the Empire. The Tower of Silence, home to beings of terrible power, had been a bit of a hobby of Xoregh's. Through trials and tribulations both melee and mind-borne, Xoregh began to grow more experience in this quiet, alien realm. This quest he then undertook would be unlike any other before.
Xoregh nearly gasped aloud as he looked upon the collection of valuable items. Each artifact looked as if it could purchase kingdoms. Xoregh made his choice and knew he would certainly seek further work from this Nethlaaric. For now he must concentrate on the Blade Sect, and more importantly the Throne.
Xoregh remembered the dreams of his youth, an army of soldiers forged into a weapon to strike deep into the heart of the enemy. Himself at the helm, legions of the dead who dared defy the Empire being crushed beneath the booted feet of the Centurions and members of the Blade. It would be daybreak before the reality set in that he now truly was, living the dream.
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11198, "Xoregh's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 43 (26 at level 51) | Total PK Losses   | 18 | Total Mob Deaths   | 17 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. thief   | 5 | VS. warrior   | 11 | VS. paladin   | 1 | VS. anti-paladin   | 2 | VS. assassin   | 8 | VS. ranger   | 7 | VS. invoker   | 1 | VS. bard   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 2 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. conjurer   | 2 | VS. berserker   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 17 | VS. FORTRESS   | 2 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 3 | VS. BATTLE   | 17 | VS. SCION   | 3 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 8 | VS. Neutral   | 18 | VS. Evil   | 17 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. thief   | 2 | VS. warrior   | 8 | VS. assassin   | 1 | VS. ranger   | 1 | VS. bard   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. druid   | 2 | VS. conjurer   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 2 | VS. FORTRESS   | 4 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 5 | VS. BATTLE   | 5 | VS. SCION   | 1 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 7 | VS. Neutral   | 8 | VS. Evil   | 3 |
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11193, "Xoregh's Class Specifics"
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Class SpecificsWeapon Specializations | Dagger | Whip and Flail |
Legacies | Enigma of the Thirteen | Greeting the Avalanche |
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Death_Angel | Tue 25-Jul-06 03:00 PM |
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#11192, "Xoregh's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 12000 | Experience from Skill improvements | 11462 | Experience from Exploration | 8500 | Experience from Quests | 7091 | Experience from Commerce | 19200 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Thu May 25 19:27:34 2006
| Quests Completed   | 17 | Exploration Points Found   | 24 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 9500 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | Hours spent at Hero   | 112 hours | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 25 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 11 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % |
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