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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12031, "[TRIBUNAL] Jeir Govanion the Paradigm of Judgement"
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Jeir Govanion the Paradigm of Judgement
DescriptionYou see before you a handsome man, who stretches about six feet in length. His hair is black as a raven's feathers, and is very well kept, hanging about his shoulders at a uniform length. His skin is pale, and fairly smooth, though age and adventuring have given it a slight tan and a more distinguished look, you might expect he was extremely handsome in his younger days. His eyes are blue, and almost seem to burn with passion, but as you look upon his face as a whole, his expression is quite calm, and you might expect he is very much in control of his emotions. He is not a particularly large man, but there is strength in him, his shoulders are broad and he is somewhat barrel chested. His arms and legs are thick, and his hands seem big for one of his stature. You see a piece of fine blue silk sticking out of his armor near his neck.
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Level | 51 | Sex | male | Race | human | Ethos | Orderly | Align | Good | Class | paladin | Practices | 22 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Galadon | Exp | 557300 | To Level | 26000 | Sphere | Judgment | Age middle-aged, 56 years old (273 hours) | Hit Points | 621 | Mana | 664 | Movement | 800 | Strength | 22 | Intelligence | 20 | Wisdom | 20 | Dexterity | 18 | Constitution | 3 | Charisma | 18 | Carry # | 0/33 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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Jeir's Statistics,
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Jeir's Class Specifics,
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Jeir's Cabal Specifics,
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Jeir's Timeline,
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Jeir's Title History,
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Jeir's Skill List,
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Jeir's Supplication List,
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Jeir's PK Statistics,
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Jeir's Gank-O-Meter,
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Jeir's Immortal Comments,
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Jeir's Role Chapter 1,
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Jeir's Role Chapter 2,
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Jeir's Role Chapter 3,
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Jeir's Role Chapter 4,
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Jeir's Role Chapter 5,
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
Member since 20th Sep 2024
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#12032, "Jeir's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 500 | Experience from Skill improvements | 9171 | Experience from Exploration | 4850 | Experience from Quests | 5200 | Experience from Commerce | 1160 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sat Jul 1 01:54:53 2006
| Quests Completed   | 7 | Exploration Points Found   | 23 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | -31286 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | Hours spent at Hero   | 118 hours | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 21 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 40 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 6 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 5 % |
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12033, "Jeir's Class Specifics"
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12034, "Jeir's Cabal Specifics"
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Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 121 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 26 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 118 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 15 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 7 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 9 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 0 |
# of (WANTED) flags placed   | 69 | # of (WANTED) flags removed   | 0 | # of criminals killed   | 16 | % of lifetime on duty   | 2 % |
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12039, "Jeir's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 19 (15 at level 51) | Total PK Losses   | 51 | Total Mob Deaths   | 24 | # of Cleaved in HALF Deaths   | 1 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. transmuter   | 1 | VS. warrior   | 9 | VS. assassin   | 2 | VS. invoker   | 3 | VS. bard   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 6 | VS. FORTRESS   | 5 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 3 | VS. BATTLE   | 4 | VS. EMPIRE   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 6 | VS. Neutral   | 4 | VS. Evil   | 9 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. transmuter   | 4 | VS. thief   | 2 | VS. warrior   | 15 | VS. anti-paladin   | 9 | VS. assassin   | 3 | VS. ranger   | 5 | VS. necromancer   | 3 | VS. bard   | 3 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. berserker   | 3 | VS. shapeshifter   | 3 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 19 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 8 | VS. BATTLE   | 16 | VS. EMPIRE   | 5 | VS. SCION   | 3 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 3 | VS. Neutral   | 10 | VS. Evil   | 38 |
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12040, "Jeir's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 19 | Total PK Assists   | 7 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.58 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Somewhat Ganky Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.39 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12043, "Jeir's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 The passing of the patriarch. Added Mon Aug 28 21:11:13 2006 at level 44:A writing from Jeir to his oldest brother, who chases pirates as a ship captain on the Dragon Sea.
Greetings brother, I hope this letter finds you at peace,
I am afraid I have some bad news my brother. Just today, the Day of Freedom, 4th of the Month of Dark Shades, our beloved father has finally passed. He had fallen down the back stairway, just outside of his office, only three weeks ago. I healed him as best as I could then, but I think it was then that his stout soul realized that the gods had been calling him for too long. He stubbornly clung to life, as stubbornly as he clung to it the night he was accosted, but the call of the Azure Fields upon his soul was too much for his mortal body to resist this time. He is with the gods now, watching over us. In his will, he has given you the apartments, I am not sure if you had heard, but he had purchased some large tracts of land to the northwest of the city, and a small estate in the Easthaven Village. He has divided the farmland amongst our four brothers, and given to me the estate. I have given it to the Voralian Order, until I have a family of my own.
Mother is well, she will stay in the apartments of course. Our sister is expecting her first child within the year, and her husband still rants about the exotic Seantryn cognac you confiscated from those buccaneers. Our brother's families have not changed since last you visited. I remain it seems, the lone bachelor, and now that I must take on the name of the family, I suppose I will seek a wife. There are two women I have met that would suit me, and I am sure mother will approve, and father would have. One is an elven maiden, Amariele is her name. She is beautiful, and her hair is the much like the color of fire, how mother's was when she was young. Imagine the standing our family would take with elven blood in our line. Father would be quite proud. The other is the daughter of a Voralian nobleman, a Miss Etwen Yerdhem. She is less beautiful than the elven maiden, but that is to be expected no? I am drawn to Miss Yerdhem, she is a strong woman, and would give me fine boys, I am sure.
I must tell you brother, I am also distressed. At the moment that father passed, I knelt to pray to my Lord Dalteric. His presence seems distant to me brother. With the strange events going on that I seem to be involved in, I must say, my soul is slightly troubled. I will write again soon, and look forward to your reply.
May the Serene Lord calm the waters you sail in, so that you might bring Judgment to those who terrorize the seas.
Jeir Govanion, Humble Servant of the Golden Crane, Magistrate of the Voralian City, Knight of the Voralian Order.
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12044, "Jeir's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 "Emotion clouds thought, and judgment is improperly served." Added Sat Jul 1 07:59:13 2006 at level 1:The old knight set down his quill and called to his squire, "Boy, prepare the horses, today is the day that we return." Jeir hurriedly prepared their horses and gathered his lord's armor. He was finally going home, as happiness rose within him, he immediately checked it. "Emotion clouds thought, and judgment is improperly served," he said to himself. He had to say that to himself at least three times a day, though he was starting to need it less and less. The old knight was a monk of the Golden Crane, and his Lord was Dalteric, the Serene Monk. After the murder, Jeir's father had sent him to this old man, an old friend who once protected him while on a dangerous diplomatic mission to Udgaard. For nearly two years the old man had pushed Jeir's physical and mental limits, training him and helping him overcome his wild emotions. Now it was time for him to see his family one last time and off to the academy and the guild of paladins. He was on to a new life, one of servitude and piety. He tucked his father's medallion of Voralia under his clothes and called to his lord. "My Lord, we are ready to depart!"
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12045, "Jeir's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 The turn of fate. Added Sat Jul 1 07:56:48 2006 at level 1:Two weeks had passed since the attack on his father, and it still upset him. His father survived, luckily a passing sailor noticed his form in the alleyway and they got him to the healing houses before he lost too much blood, but he would never walk as tall and proud as he once had. The vicious stab had nearly paralyzed him and the healers believed he would forever walk with a limp and need a cane. Jeir had fought to keep his rage bottled up, as he had always been prone to outbursts of anger and violence. Now that he was a teenager, his hormones caused even more episodes of uncontrolled emotion.
He strode through the Square of the Unbreakable blade, happy to be done with his training for the day. He was practicing to become a warrior, his father was sending him off to the academy in two years. The setting sun glinted off a man's ring as he passed by, Jeir shielded his eyes and looked down. He stopped dead in his tracks, and his rage overwhelmed him. The passerby didn't even see the first punch as it smashed into the right side of his face. As he fell, Jeir pressed the attack, pummeling the man with his unusually large and powerful hands. The man weakly punched back, connecting with the lip of the enraged teenager and drawing blood, but the onslaught of Jeir was much too ferocious. Another blow and his nose exploded, blood splashing as it crunched with a sickening echo. The man was losing consciousness quickly and reached for his concealed dagger, but it was too late. He passed into darkness with a final blow to the head. Jeir did not stop. He hit again and again, finally hearing the man's skull crack. Finally, two guards who had been only on the other side of the square tackled Jeir and restrained him on the ground. In less than a minute, the fourteen year old boy had killed a man with his own hands. He cried and screamed in grief as more guards showed up, and they drug him off to the
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Death_Angel | Wed 11-Oct-06 10:28 PM |
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#12046, "Jeir's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 A knife in the dark. Added Sat Jul 1 07:54:32 2006 at level 1:The diplomat's steps echoed through the empty Avenue of Retribution, he passed through the Square of the Clarion and smiled as he stepped onto the walk in front of the River City Butchery. Through the next plaza and around the bend and he would be home. Home to his loving wife and their seven children. He lengthened his stride as he passed by Guldencrantz and Sons peering into the shadows created by the awning. He still didn't like that awning, but his old friend the jeweler was quite fond of it. He smiled as he continued into the Plaza of the Shining Fount, he passed two of the city's guard, who both straightened up and saluted him, he returned the salute and continued through, aiming for the alleyway between the toy store and the Sailor's Fathom, his favorite Inn in the city. But there would be no pints of ale tonight, he had been away to Galadon discussing trade on the river, and was anxious to see his wife and children, though he supposed the children would be in bed at this hour. All of the sudden, his stride faltered, and pain coursed through his body, firing from his left side up into his chest and causing him to collapse. A savage blow to the side of his head followed and carried him to the ground. He slipped in and out of consciousness as the vagabonds rummaged through his fine robes. They confiscated his rings and his pendant of Voralia, a medallion of silver and gold that indicated his rank as a diplomat. A final kick to his side and they melted into the shadows as he fell into darkness.
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