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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11477, "[FORTRESS] Taera Muouk the Bearer of the Molten Circle"
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Taera Muouk the Bearer of the Molten Circle
DescriptionNot particularly huge for a storm giant, before you stands a beautiful young woman of the noble race. Her hair is a hue resting between blue and green, perhaps more of a sea-green in nature. Oddly, her hair is rolled up into two buns, one at each side in a style long since out of date. Her eyes are caught between determination to her cause and compassion, reflecting a startling blue gaze.
Her armnament is odd. While you see she wears remnants of platemail fashioned with the likeness of dragons also in a style long since used, it seems mostly ornamental in nature. Around it and covering many gaps is a variety of armor pieces which no doubt are made up from far distant traveled locations. You can see a rigid dedication to shining and polishing that might speak more of this woman's character.
At her side is a tarnished weapon of a dull yellow, but unlike the one she is ready to wield and use in battle, the yellow weapon also seems ornamental in nature and the tarnish unremovable. Judging by the rigid leather holding it in place, you doubt it has been removed in some time for actual use.
Just when it is hard to decide whether she is dressed for a history parade or actual battle, your eyes are drawn to the perfect reflection of yourself in her shield, held masterfully. It breaks you from your consideration of her appearance and you look on to notice the condition of her physical well-being.
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Level | 48 | Sex | female | Race | storm | Ethos | Orderly | Align | Good | Class | paladin | Practices | 14 | Trains | 1 | Hometown | Galadon | Exp | 636883 | To Level | 22157 | Sphere | Honor | Age mature, 247 years old (162 hours) | Hit Points | 686 | Mana | 579 | Movement | 735 | Strength | 24 | Intelligence | 17 | Wisdom | 17 | Dexterity | 16 | Constitution | 9 | Charisma | 17 | Carry # | 9/34 | Carry Weight | 152 lb 10 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 12 | Damroll | 2 | | |
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Taera's Statistics,
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Taera's Class Specifics,
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Taera's Cabal Specifics,
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Taera's Timeline,
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Taera's Title History,
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Taera's Skill List,
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Taera's Supplication List,
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Taera's Cabal Powers List,
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Taera's PK Statistics,
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Taera's Gank-O-Meter,
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Taera's Immortal Comments,
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Taera's Role Chapter 1,
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Taera's Role Chapter 2,
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Taera's Role Chapter 3,
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Taera's Role Chapter 4,
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Taera's Role Chapter 5,
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11478, "Taera's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 6250 | Experience from Skill improvements | 9949 | Experience from Exploration | 5900 | Experience from Quests | 1050 | Experience from Commerce | 545 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sun May 28 12:43:39 2006
| Quests Completed   | 7 | Exploration Points Found   | 26 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 27000 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 3 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 32 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 8 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 72 % |
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11479, "Taera's Class Specifics"
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11480, "Taera's Cabal Specifics"
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Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 61 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 6 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 67 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 3 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 4 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 5 |
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11486, "Taera's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 21 (1 at level 48) | Total PK Losses   | 22 | Total Mob Deaths   | 12 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. transmuter   | 3 | VS. warrior   | 7 | VS. anti-paladin   | 4 | VS. ranger   | 1 | VS. invoker   | 2 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. berserker   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 12 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 2 | VS. EMPIRE   | 4 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 3 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 4 | VS. Evil   | 17 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. transmuter   | 1 | VS. warrior   | 6 | VS. anti-paladin   | 3 | VS. ranger   | 4 | VS. invoker   | 2 | VS. necromancer   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 2 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. berserker   | 2 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 8 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 6 | VS. BATTLE   | 1 | VS. EMPIRE   | 3 | VS. SCION   | 1 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 3 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 2 | VS. Evil   | 20 |
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11487, "Taera's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 21 | Total PK Assists   | 1 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.05 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Solo-Killer Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.23 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11488, "Taera's Immortal Comments"
Edited on Thu 07-Sep-06 06:46 AM
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Immortal Comments edit: snipped comments
Sun May 28 20:20:17 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 11 (4 hrs): An Immortal added 2500 exp for: hasrole and desc, and for a cool interaction with me (Grurk) which is leading her into Reborndom.
Sun May 28 20:54:47 2006 by 'Grurk' at level 11 (4 hrs): Wants to do the solo-learning route. Told to make at least 25 titles alone, before I could offer any kind of solo-ranking exp relief.
Fri Jun 2 12:20:15 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 22 (22 hrs): An Immortal added 2500 exp for: Random snoop = RP
Sun Jun 4 01:52:05 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 25 (28 hrs): An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Some cool talks with me. (Grurk)
Wed Jun 7 08:55:11 2006 by 'Grurk' at level 29 (42 hrs): Set up with some solo learning bonus goodness... just a taste, needs to hit 40 to get the good juice.
Thu Jun 8 00:08:02 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 30 (43 hrs): An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Excellent rp and defense of the Father.
Sun Jun 11 13:43:05 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 32 (52 hrs): An Immortal added 2500 exp for: for a nice retrieve against black sanc vanquisher.
Sat Jun 17 12:41:24 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 35 (67 hrs): An Immortal added 2500 exp for: For sealing the kill on a slippery Blade.
Tue Jun 27 00:09:04 2006 by 'Sebeok' at level 38 (88 hrs): Nice save of Adhelard who was certain to die to Nysrogh.
Fri Jul 7 02:08:57 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 38 (93 hrs): An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Killing two outlanders trying to kill a dwarven cabalmate.
Sun Jul 9 12:35:09 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 39 (99 hrs): An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Evil mages talks crap, then gets wtfpwned by Taera. Classy! Promoted to Maran.
Sun Jul 9 12:53:29 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 39 (99 hrs): An Immortal added 4000 exp for: For tattoo goodness, and being one of my better followers!
Thu Jul 13 10:59:54 2006 by 'Grurk' at level 40 (112 hrs): As per our agreement, she made 40, she gets the full solo learning bonus.
Sun Jul 16 15:19:09 2006 by 'Grurk' at level 43 (122 hrs): Constantly a stand-out follower- given a second virtue, RETRIBUTION.
Mon Jul 17 23:03:39 2006 by 'Aarn' at level 46 (132 hrs): Considered for leader, but do to some other circumstances she's not ready yet.
Tue Jul 18 11:54:55 2006 by 'Aarn' at level 46 (135 hrs): One good wrath would have taken that duergar down... instead we shieldbashed. Alas.
Wed Jul 19 08:16:27 2006 by 'Dalteric' at level 47 (140 hrs): Winner 3nd Place July 06 Role Contest, Well done!
Wed Jul 19 10:18:14 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 47 (140 hrs): An Immortal added 4000 exp for: For a Grurk bonus for the role contest goodness.
Fri Jul 28 23:00:15 2006 by 'Shokai' at level 47 (156 hrs): chatted with her and Landren a bit about honor, dug her roleplay
Fri Jul 28 23:14:00 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 47 (156 hrs): An Immortal added 3000 exp for: outstanding roleplay with Landren and I, while viewing the Knight's castle
Wed Jul 19 10:18:14 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 47 (140 hrs): An Immortal added 4000 exp for: For a Grurk bonus for the role contest goodness.
Fri Jul 28 23:00:15 2006 by 'Shokai' at level 47 (156 hrs): chatted with her and Landren a bit about honor, dug her roleplay
Fri Jul 28 23:14:00 2006 by 'An Immortal' at level 47 (156 hrs): An Immortal added 3000 exp for: outstanding roleplay with Landren and I, while viewing the Knight's castle
Fri Jul 28 23:16:10 2006 by 'Shokai' at level 47 (156 hrs): if we need a new Marshall while Taera is still elgible, Landren put his recomendation in for her
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11489, "Taera's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 At the End of the Day Added Mon May 29 19:33:43 2006 at level 16:Taera walked down the hallway to her room in the Copeham Inn, shaking her head at the ruckus of the rowdy dwarves she passed, but try as she might, she could not keep the smile from lighting up her face. She had always had a soft spot in her storm giant heart for the rough folk. Arriving at her room, she uttered words of prayer to her newly found God Grurk and confirmed no evil aura pouring forth from her room.
Shutting the door behind her, Taera Truelight let out a deep sigh and a wry grin that showed a hint of frustration. She was off to a rough start in this Age, having already fallen several times and evil continuously eluding her grasp. Unbuckling the armor the Keep of the Righteous had donated to her, she begin to set down her shield then changed her mind and angrily threw it across the bed in frustration. She had thought herself good with a shield, but its mastery continued to elude her and her blunders caused no end of trouble. Narrowing her eyes, she muttered an oath to double her efforts and training the coming morning.
Sitting down at the makeshift vanity across the room, Taera began to unroll the buns in her hair as she pondered the whirlwind of events since her arrival in this Age.
Grurk her Father, may he be praised. A God of this Age she had not expected to meet, especially not in her prayers before the ruins of the Knights Castle. But why shouldn't she be surprised? Not even the Knights greatest bard would have spun a tale with the series of events that had brought her to this point.
Grurk was a good God. Well, perhaps good was not the proper word, but his power was undeniable and who else so resembled the honorable ways Taera held in high esteem? She could and would hold the Father above all else. When others shunned her, and her old Gods were dead and gone, Grurk was there. With his power flowing through her, she would see her crusade against the wicked carried through. Let the Maran see the there was a way to oppose the darkness in the world without succumbing to the ways of dishonor!
Taera slammed her fist down on the vanity, then winced as her opal rings scratched the wood. Sighing, Taera knew it was not the Maran alone that made her angry, but the Knights who had lost their honor. How could they have abandoned such?
Letting loose her hair, Taera walked across her room, ready for an early night's rest when she paused to consider the tarnished-golden hilt with dragonscale markings hanging from a peg on the wall. The hilt was all that was left from the Age whence she had come and all that had survived the Rebirth's fire. Taera shivered even now at the painful memories of the Father's Fire of Rebirth. But even that only brought hope for the present and future and what the rebirth represented.
Picking up the hilt, she began to consider the coming days. She would need to be careful. Claiming she was from another age, or that she was once a Knight would cause no end of grief...for her and others. Yet she refused to lie outright either. Frowning, she decided she must do her best to ward off any suspicions. Not if, but when she slipped...she would simply let others know she knew much of the old ways as a student of history...which was true and that...
Suddenly the chanting grew louder down t
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11490, "Taera's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 A Changed World Added Sun May 28 14:56:39 2006 at level 5:Taera Truelight sat alone on the side of the dusty eastern road so much vaster, to accommodate the cities of Galadon and Hamsah that now sprawled larger, than anything she remembered. As alone as she was, so matched her feelings in a world where her ideals were long since forgotten.
It is not right! There had been so many who believed once as I did, where did they go? Yet she had stopped at tavern after tavern and her questions provided the same answers...laughter or confusion. She dared not ask too many more questions less she be thought insane. It seemed in this age with however many centuries had passed, there were no longer any other Knights of Thera. She must see for herself, but grimly she stared down at the dusty road wondering if she alone remembered that Goodness and Honor was what raised a Knight beyond all others.
She again contemplated her no longer shining golden weapon and the dragonplate that now seemed completely ornamental. Not even a thief or brigand would find use in taking that and would likely pass over it. Was not it connected to the Code of Honor? She must see for herself what had become!
Far Taera Truelight traveled and not easily. It was like being amidst the randomization of the Entropists...whom she did not regret were also said to be no more according to the talk of taverns. Everywhere she looked the land seemed somehow different, and only by accepting a general heading of direction could she travel without losing her sanity. The only other option was to treat places as if she had never been there. But was that hill once one she knew, yet somehow so very weathered and worn by nature? Where those small roads were, were those not once forest trails? Despite all this, Taera soon made it to the ruins of what was the last known stronghold of the Knights of Thera.
There she stood, looking over the rubble and remnants, crying when she knew she should be stronger and not cry. It was true, the Knights of Thera were no more. There were no elders, no squire to call her own and learn as she had. Dust and rock was all that remained. She shook her head and fought off despair. The Code of Honor might not remain in physical form, but there was one whom remained through which it lived on. She would see the Code of Honor not lost in principle and that its teachings and example continue, for it lived on inside her, in heart and memory.
Yet where would she turn to fight the encroaching darkness that plagued this Age as worse as any? The Maran fought against evil at all costs. Would they accept one of the old ways that knew the strength in the Code of Honor? Could she exist among such when they mocked such ideals? If so, could she not at least reach a few in her teachings and set herself as an example, showing there was another way? Grimly Taera Truelight determined her course and action.
There among the ruins of the brotherhood of Knights that was all she had ever known, Taera Truelight lifted her voice to the Spirits of those Knights long since past and the Code of Honor long since lost to all but one.
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11491, "Taera's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 Good at Any Cost Added Sun May 28 13:40:55 2006 at level 1:A sense of falling. A sick lurching feeling. Trees. Light, real light of dusk! Struggling to her feet, Taera Truelight pulled free her golden weapon...which oddly shown with no light at all. She untangled herself from the nightwalker, which if not dead, was already dissipating and fleeing back to its Outer Plane with grave injuries. As she stood, Taera Truelight found herself staring into the face of an apparently dumbfounded and jaw-gaping Anti-Paladin.
Unknown to Taera, the Anti-Paladin standing before her was a Scion as it was called in this age. Only moments before had he been outnumbered and desperately seeking to call a Ccul'gra to even the odds, when this should happen! No fierce nightwalker, but its useless remains with a girl dressed like a knight standing over it. What kind of conjuration of the Ebony Scepter was this? And worse, the young woman was dressed like she was a knight in a stage play at the Eternal Star...and not a very realistic knight actress at that...the armor being all wrong from anything he had read! The Scion Anti-Paladin could only groan as he wondered what Dark God of the Scion he had insulted enough to be given a Herald instead of a Ccul'gra!
Taera Truelight could not help but tilt her head in confusion. The red aura was unmistakable before her, yet this Anti-Paladin acted like he was befuddled. Suddenly Taera groaned in realization and spun about seeking out the coming dispersal with which the hidden entropist would send her cascading through the realms most likely to her random demise. Yet much to her shock...and that of the Anti-Paladin returning to his senses, the only sight or sound was the galloping hooves of the five Maran who reigned in and surrounded the Scion Anti-Paladin.
The Scion Anti-Paladin stared down at his weapon grimly and oddly muttered a curse at his own weapon that sounded like,'lack of souls.' With no more time to waste he prepared to engage the first of the Maran striding towards him whom appeared to be a warrior. Watching and awaiting retribution against this evil soul, Taera patiently waited for the coming justice.
Suddenly, as the warrior swung his weapon in, a pebble dropped from the sky, turning into a massive boulder that pummeled the Anti-Paladin into the ground. No sooner had he stood, than the warrior gave him a cross and kick maneuver to the head. As Taera watched on in confusion and horror at the dishonor about her, a third member of the party, apparently a thief, circled around and stabbed the Anti-Paladin into what surely was his spleen. Impossibly, the Anti-Paladin managed to strike quickly and barely scratch the warrior, drawing a thin line of blood. As paltry as it was compared to the Scion's own gory wounds, suddenly the scratch on the warrior disappeared beneath the healing words of a praying priest standing far behind the other Maran. In his death struggle, the Anti-Paladin continued to fight until suddenly the last and fifth member of the party stepped forth and with a raised hand and spoken word, halted the Anti-Paladin into rigidness. No sooner could Taera Truelight gasp than did the warrior bring his weapon across the rigid and helpless Anti-Paladins mid-section, disemboweling him in a single blow.
Nodding grimly to themselves, the Maran wasted
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11492, "Taera's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 A Fall Into Darkness Added Sun May 28 13:13:43 2006 at level 1:Falling. Falling. Falling. Shadow unlike anything she had seen. Air she could breathe, then suddenly shadow liquid unlike natural water she could not. Suddenly she emerged again from the thick shadowy substance into open shadowy air again. All too abruptly she crashed in a hard landing.
Laying there, she struggled to regain her breath, not even daring to know if she could breathe in this place as dark as any moonless night. She loosened the straps on her Dragonplate just enough that she could begin to breathe easier.A sudden exclamation of hope dared to reach her as she slid her weapon out from beneath her and its bright golden light came forth in great juxposition to the unfathomable darkness around her.
For all the hope the golden light brought to her, so with it was a grim understanding of the darkness that surrounded her.It revealed terrain below her blacker than onyx and so short was its luminating reach into the darkness, that she nearly despaired her light would then and there be smothered by the overwhelming night. Struggling, she stood by force of will and berated herself for her momentary despair. As she stood, the light of her golden weapon revealed the dark visage of what Therans would come to know as a Nightwalker crawling towards her. It pounced and Taera met it full on with her shield and golden weapon bared. With each strike and bright flash of the golden weapon, the creature seemed to recoil and diminish in the presence of the bright light. Strike after strike it came, and as the golden weapon burned brighter and brighter it was soon driven back into retreat.
Yet with the light so were drawn other creatures. The creatures descending toward her were deafening in their chorus. There was a time to run and retreat and this was it. She ran! Running as fast as she could, it became clear that there would be no escape. The rationale of one who is about to die, the need for survival, tempered by training began to resolve itself into logic in her mind. A weapon of bright golden light might beat back one of these creatures, but also would it draw hundreds if not thousands more! Grimly, Taera Truelight sheathed her golden weapon, enveloping herself in utter darkness and ran blindly.No sooner had she done so, than she stepped into thin air and began to fall. Taera barely had time to groan before she splashed into murky liquid amidst pitch-blackness. Few things were more terrifying than to swim through black shadow, yet Taera struggled to survive and did so, trusting only in her instincts to give her a sense of direction in the sightless world around her. And so she did swim, past slimy creatures, unseen and writhing around her.
Panic and desperation gave way to joy and relief as she crawled from the murky depths onto what could only be felt as a rocky shore and there she knelt, seeking to catch her breath. Great foreboding rose inside her and she felt suddenly the vileness and hot breath of another creature on the back of her neck. Resigned to die with her golden weapon in hand, Taera Truelight spun around, drawing her weapon and plunging it into the Nightwalker. So easily did the weapon sink into its shadowy body that her arm disgustingly plunged and followed the weapon into what would be the heart on any normal
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Death_Angel | Mon 04-Sep-06 06:16 PM |
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#11493, "Taera's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 A Knight's Quest Added Sun May 28 13:06:04 2006 at level 1:She stared across the rocky and barren expanse, gauging the distance to the conjurers tower and using the time to consider all that had brought her to this point. This was it, her first mission as a Knight! If successful, then she would be appointed a squire by the elders as she herself once was. Taera Truelight couldnt help but smile.
Quickly she shook her head and the thoughts from her mind. Remember your Discipline! she thought to herself. With that in mind, and a frown directed at her own momentary lapse in concentration, Taera turned her attention ahead to the tower of the conjurer and his evil magic.
The elder Knights sent her forth on this mission with more and more reports coming in from the neighboring villages of strange happenings. For days now Taera had been watching the tower, and her scouting had proven the worse fears true. At night strange creatures could be seen leaving the top of the tower. Strange and misshapen beasts, their vileness and evil taint could be sensed even from far below. Taera shook her head grimly and only began to wonder at the dark deeds they were doing at their masters bidding.
The time was here. Taera tightened her grip on her golden weapon and entered the tower, defended only with her faith and shield. Surprisingly, the ascent through the tower was much easier than expected. She had expected an alarm spell like the invokers used to surely give away her intrusion, but it seemed this new conjuration magic spreading through the lands was vastly different in its nature. Perhaps it had its weaknesses as well as strengths she thought to herself.She could only hope. The thought of the evil conjuration magic spreading throughout the guilds of Thera and with it the demons and shadow beasts it brought, made Taera Truelight step even faster into the highest reaches of the tower.
Too easily Taera came to the highest point in the tower and opened the laboratory door that stood before her. With courage of the young and determined, Taera charged through the door, golden weapon held high and shield ready for anything. Braziers flared around her and she skidded to a halt as the door slammed shut behind her and cruel and mocking laughter filled the now bright laboratory. Confused, Taera spun around, looking for the source of laughter and trying to make out what she had walked into amidst the flickering light and shadows of the conjuration braziers. Soon there was no need, for the conjurer stepped forth, its red aura unmistakable to Taera.
'How kind of you to come and deliver my promise of holy blood to the Cculgra. Now you can be...part of...what no other soul in Thera can begin to understand of the dark powers to come!'With a flick of his wrist and words unnatural to Taera, the lights turned to the most horrid of light. Nearly as dark as the Torch of Shadows, it was light and was not, and soon the room was bathed in a living darkness.
Before Taera knew it, a dark creature was upon her and in full assault. Desperately Taera Truelight fought with all the training she had been given. Time and time again, her Dragonplate staved off what surely would have been a fatal blow. Even still, smaller injuries were wrought and Taera began to bleed. Yet with each strike against her, Taera relentlessly brought
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