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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11842, "[SCION] Vandrylon the Wrath of An Immortal, Keeper of the Patron's Pants"
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Vandrylon the Wrath of An Immortal, Keeper of the Patron's Pants
DescriptionThe minotaur before you is one of the stranges sights you have probably ever seen. Tall and somewhat overweight, she walks with a swagger that insinuates she thinks she's quite attractive. However, she is not. Her nose is constantly running, her garments seem fit better for a man than a woman, and the cow-like bumps under her shirt seem to hang nearly down to her knees, flopping as she prances around. Her hair is a bloody brown color, and oddly mottled sploches of white run down her face and body. Her hooves are laquored with a bright, tacky red.
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Level | 48 | Sex | male | Race | minotaur | Ethos | Neutral | Align | Evil | Class | shaman | Practices | 14 | Trains | 2 | Hometown | Seantryn Modan | Exp | 520605 | To Level | 14865 | Sphere | Greed | Age young, 33 years old (90 hours) | Hit Points | 944 | Mana | 867 | Movement | 765 | Strength | 23 | Intelligence | 16 | Wisdom | 22 | Dexterity | 19 | Constitution | 21 | Charisma | 10 | Carry # | 29/36 | Carry Weight | 347 lb 2 oz | | | Gold | 36 | Silver | 80 | Copper | 57 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 30 | Damroll | 27 | | |
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Vandrylon's Skill List,
Death_Angel,
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Vandrylon's Supplication List,
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Vandrylon's Cabal Powers List,
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Vandrylon's PK Statistics,
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Vandrylon's Gank-O-Meter,
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Vandrylon's Immortal Comments,
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Vandrylon's Role Chapter 1,
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Vandrylon's Role Chapter 2,
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Vandrylon's Role Chapter 3,
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Vandrylon's Statistics,
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Vandrylon's Cabal Specifics,
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Vandrylon's Timeline,
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Vandrylon's Title History,
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11850, "Vandrylon's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 2 (0 at level 48) | Total PK Losses   | 0 | Total Mob Deaths   | 4 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. warrior   | 1 | VS. ranger   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 1 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 1 | VS. Evil   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 0 | VS. Evil   | 0 |
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11851, "Vandrylon's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 2 | Total PK Assists   | 4 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.83 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Brings a friend Average Group Size Per Death   | 0.00 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Suicide Tastes Better Than Murder
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11853, "Vandrylon's Role Chapter 1"
Edited on Thu 28-Sep-06 09:50 PM
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Edit: Added the chopped part at the end.
Role Chapter 1 A Creature of Politics Added Sun Mar 5 07:37:58 2006 at level 30:Now that he was a bona fide holy man, Vandrylon decided to get into politics. Afterall, religion and politics go hand in hand, don't they? He went to the Fortress because he'd heard they made great ale there and Aarn was very free with giving it out. He had also heard that the Fort folks died so much that he would be able to take all their money from their corpses without hardly doing any work at all for it. Sadly, they tried to murder him as he approached the gates. He checked out the Blood Tribunal, but they shook their heads at him when he stopped in the middle of talking to them to beat up a kid and take his candy and money. He stopped at the Tree of the Outlanders to learn more about their politics. Well. They were just crazy, they hated money AND minotaurs! Their treatment of him was so rough, and their crazy ideas so out of control to him that he vowed to always pay special attention to beating them up. He figured he'd be able to squeeze some money out of them some day if he tried hard enough. Then he came to the Empire. They explained their heirarchy to him and demanded he take the bloodoath. He had to have them explain many times to him that to be in the Empire you had to donate all valuables and money, and be willing to simply give your stuff away to whoever was above you who demanded it. He just didn't get it - he walked away confused. Why would anyone ever do that?? He stopped by the good old Inn and found some Heralds. This bunch knew how to have a good time. Sex, drinking, gambling, partying - they had it all. He began partying with them, thinking this was the best kind of politics of all. However, the Heralds didn't really like the strange creature in their midst. He was tacky, drunken, slobbery, greedy, needy and just plain odd. He couldn't tell stories without drooling all over himself, and he never paid for his drinks. He beat up the gambler once, trying to steal his dice and his coin purse. He also didn't understand the concept of matrimony or monogamy, and, as you know, these concepts are very important to Heralds. After he tried to take the High Herald's husband multiple times, they had enough. They had their bouncers kick him out the door and asked him politely not to come back. He huffed at that, disappointed.
One day while lounging lazily around Modan after beating up a few whores, Vandrylon saw the strangest thing. It was a darkened beast. winged, spiked and horned. Naturally, his first instinct was to try and mate with it. It hissed at him, which he assumed was its mating call. It began moving through the streets of Modan, tearing a path of destruction. It killed, mained, diseased and stole. Vandrylon was fascinated, especially because this beast seemed only to wish to dominate. It did not loot, take any treasures, money or anything from those it killed. He followed this creature closely, taking full advantage of its swath of destruction. Finally he waved it down and asked if he could help. It spoke to him, intuitively, telling him of its plan to rule the world. It told him of the Nightwalkers, of their power, of how they were going to dominate all. Vandrylon was a little confused by this, but still game in light of all the loot the nightwalker had left on the ground in its path. The Nightwalker hissed that if he was ready to serve and wished to come out on the winning side of the inevitable, that he should seek the Scions of the Eternal Night. Inspired by the idea of Creatures who wanted to do all the work to rule the world but wanted none of the loot, Vandrylon decided to throw in his lot with these Scions.
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11854, "Vandrylon's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 Divine Insight Added Sun Feb 5 21:12:13 2006 at level 12:Vandrylon did not know much about religion. He waited for a bit, thinking since it was meant to be a divine presence would just pop on by and give him some cheap love. This, of course, did not happen. He looked into the whys behind that a bit and realized he needed to go to shrines to get his powers. So, he visited a few shrines and was firmly rebuffed by the few divinities that would give him the time of day. He tried Aarn because he knew he liked ale. He tried Eshval because he figured goth chicks would be easy. He tried to work his charms on Amaranthe, but a cold wind merely howled at him with laughter at her doorstep. He spoke with Valguarnera, but he had no idea what to make or do with that one. He tried Dalteric, thinking there was some kinky sex and drug ring behind the monk facade. He went to Corrlaan, thinking the wings were a turn on. Finally, one of the gods was kind enough to suggest to him that he find a god that had his like interests in mind and start from there. Vandrylon looked blank at the suggestion. The God, anxious to get the creepy minotaur out of his shrine, told him to see Qaledus, god of all creepy bottom feeders.
Vandrylon went then on a great odyssey to find Qaleduss shrine. He figured the best place to start was the whorehouses. While he had a grand time looking, he didnt find Qaledus there. So, then, he visited the gambling houses. No dice. After all that hard work searching, he came to an inn in Aturi so he could drown his sorrows. Drunkenly he hoofed at a few of the peasant girls working there, until they shooed him out of the bar. He stumbled back into the kitchen, looking for some food and possibly a portly chef to flirt with. As he wandered in, he fell through a hole in the floor, stumbled down the stairs and found himself in a very different kind of bar. He came to Seoirse and cleverly thought he would outsmart him by stealing the password of the day off his note on the podium. Unfortunately, this Seoirse seemed to be deaf, because he would not react at all to Vandrylons words. Vandrylon thought that clearly he could outsmart Qaledus since he was silly enough to put deaf servants at his doorstep with a secret password.
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11855, "Vandrylon's Role Chapter 3"
In response to Reply #0
Edited on Thu 28-Sep-06 09:52 PM
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Role
Chapter 3 Any Port in the Storm Added Sun Feb 5 09:03:41 2006 at level 11:Vandrylon is a rather flamboyant character. Born in Modan, as all minotaur are, he spent most of his life growing up on the docks. Mostly, he watched the merchant ships. They would come to dock with great riches, sell these riches, make a grand profit, blow all of the money on cheap liquor and cheaper sex, and then sail off for more grand adventure. This seemed like a wonderful life to Vandrylon, and as soon as he was old enough, he applied to become a merchants sailor. Or a pirate, it didnt matter much to him. However, as you may have noticed, there are few minotaur sailors or pirates. Therefore, no one would give him a job. He didnt give up hope, though, rejection after rejection. One day, after another rejection, he lost his temper. He pushed the captain of the merchant ship in his frustration. Well, the captain pushed him right back. Being a minotaur, and hooves not being very steady on the starboard, Vandrylon slipped and fell right off the boat into the water. He sank, as you can imagine, like a cow. A few of the sailors took pity on the wretched, half drowned creature, and tossed him a rope, letting him come back up on the Modan docks. This unpleasantness ended Vandrylons dream.
He still wanted the life of a sailor however. He wanted the money, cheap sex, tacky clothes, ale, wine, whiskey and raucous behavior that came with being a sailor. So he went to Hamsah MuTazz. They mocked him there, laughing at what a silly looking creature he was. And, for the record, he was, in fact, rather silly looking. He fancied himself as a mans man. And a ladys man. (He wasnt really particular as to which one was which, he just enjoyed pleasures however he could get them.) He dressed accordingly, in brightly colored silks and laces that he just knew people admired. Between his white spots, dirty silks, and unpleasantly cow-like leer, most people crossed the street rather than walk by him. All this, he was quite blind to.
After a few attempts to make a somewhat honest living as a sailor, Vandrylon decided it was all just too much work. He was sitting near the Hamsah docks one day, moping around a bit, when he saw a young sailor coming across, carrying an obviously large pouch of gold, heading to the nearest bars and brothels off the docks. Vandrylon could see concubines eyeing up the pouch of gold and fluttering their lashes at the sailor. Before even thinking about it, Vandrylon jumped up, jumped on the sailor, beat him up, and took his gold. Leaving the sailor bleeding and moaning in the gutters, Vandrylon leered at the concubines, who suddenly all looked rather uneasy.
Vandrylon thought to himself, Well, wasnt that easy? Far, far easier than trying to get a job. Easier still than actually working, or sliding around on a boat. If he was strong enough, he could just take whatever he wanted. Women, men, clothes, money, ale...whatever. So then and there he decided to make himself a new career. He decided, it was meant to be. An insight. In fact...a message from the gods. Yes, of course it was a message from the gods! They wanted him to beat people up and take their money! Then, Vandrylon reasoned, if the gods had meant for him to do this, then obviously they were going to give him the power of their divinity to make it easier. Perfect.
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11843, "Vandrylon's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 2700 | Experience from Skill improvements | 9105 | Experience from Exploration | 8200 | Experience from Quests | 23750 | Experience from Commerce | 995 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sun Jan 29 10:42:26 2006
| Quests Completed   | 17 | Exploration Points Found   | 26 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 14500 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 46 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 19 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 5 % |
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Death_Angel | Thu 28-Sep-06 01:04 PM |
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#11844, "Vandrylon's Cabal Specifics"
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Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 4 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 0 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 3 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 1 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 4 |
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