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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13552, "[BATTLE] Eled the Disciple of Ancient Ways"
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Eled the Disciple of Ancient Ways
DescriptionA hideous barbarian is before you, stretching nearly six and a half feet tall on a very well-muscled and sturdy frame. Stringy black hair whips about a grotesque face, the right side nearly devoid of flesh. Starting at the right edge of his mouth, up and halfway across his eye socket and up onto his head, he is nothing but bone a a few decayed pieces of flesh. His ear is still there, but it hangs unnaturally from his skull. His eyes are ice blue, and they hold an intent gaze in them, his right eye looks particularly odd, with one half surrounded by flesh and the other by bone. A stripe of black paint can be seen stretching from the topmost part of his forehead, down around his left eye, and onwards towards his collar. His broad shoulders sprout into giant arms, which evolve into thick hands. His armor, mismatched as it is, looks well-cared for, as do his numerous weapons. Upon closer examination, you notice two puncture wounds on his neck.
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Level | 49 | Sex | male | Race | half-drow | Ethos | Chaotic | Align | Neutral | Class | warrior | Practices | 7 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Galadon | Exp | 455020 | To Level | 1300 | Sphere | War | Age middle-aged, 104 years old (174 hours) | Hit Points | 756 | Mana | 438 | Movement | 767 | Strength | 21 | Intelligence | 21 | Wisdom | 20 | Dexterity | 21 | Constitution | 3 | Charisma | 17 | Carry # | 0/35 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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Eled's Cabal Powers List,
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Eled's PK Statistics,
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Eled's Gank-O-Meter,
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Eled's Immortal Comments,
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Eled's Role Chapter 1,
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Eled's Role Chapter 2,
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Eled's Role Chapter 3,
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Eled's Role Chapter 4,
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Eled's Role Chapter 5,
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Eled's Role Chapter 6,
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Eled's Statistics,
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Eled's Class Specifics,
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Eled's Cabal Specifics,
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Eled's Timeline,
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Eled's Skill List,
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Eled's Skill List,
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13560, "Eled's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 36 (0 at level 49) | Total PK Losses   | 59 | Total Mob Deaths   | 16 | # of Assassination Deaths   | 1 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. transmuter   | 2 | VS. warrior   | 12 | VS. anti-paladin   | 1 | VS. assassin   | 3 | VS. ranger   | 1 | VS. invoker   | 2 | VS. necromancer   | 5 | VS. conjurer   | 2 | VS. berserker   | 2 | VS. shapeshifter   | 6 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 22 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 1 | VS. EMPIRE   | 4 | VS. SCION   | 2 | VS. NEXUS   | 7 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 3 | VS. Neutral   | 13 | VS. Evil   | 20 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. thief   | 1 | VS. warrior   | 21 | VS. anti-paladin   | 8 | VS. assassin   | 6 | VS. invoker   | 4 | VS. necromancer   | 3 | VS. bard   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 2 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. conjurer   | 6 | VS. berserker   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 5 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 20 | VS. BATTLE   | 3 | VS. EMPIRE   | 11 | VS. SCION   | 7 | VS. NEXUS   | 16 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 2 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 21 | VS. Evil   | 38 |
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13561, "Eled's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 36 | Total PK Assists   | 9 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.33 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Self-Reliant Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.34 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13563, "Eled's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 A failed murder. Added Tue Feb 20 14:08:39 2007 at level 43:The shadow slipped in and out of the torchlights of the mercenary camp and made its way cautiously by the heads of the defeated, which formed a gruesome corridor to the mercenary captain's tent. He would complete his task, and be welcomed into the dark brotherhood he had so long supported in secret. Those who had mocked him in his youth and weakness would do so no longer, he would have power, and they would pay. The death of a Battlerager would be his ticket to greatness. None of the order could deny him a place, he would kill this warrior, and raise his corpse as his servant, none would stand in his way. He dropped off the path and snuck around to the back of the tent, none would even know he had entered the camp until his slave rose from the dead and burst from his tent, hell bent on destruction of his master's enemies. He carefully lifted the side of the tent and slipped underneath the sidewall, the sounds of rain spattering the muddy ground replaced by a gently crackling fire and the pattering of rain against hide. Across the floor of the tent he could see him, a massive barbarian. His skin was darkened and scarred, from many years on the campaign, and perhaps he was also half drow, he could not be wholly sure. A large blanket, probably from the hide of a bear, half covered the barbarian's naked body. On either side of him, two woman, beautiful, and equally naked. Seven jugs of what must have been ale lay on their sides. Perhaps, he could take them as well, though he was unsure whether they would be more satisfying dead, or alive. As he neared him, he could feel the magic rising in him, he could feel the Veil lending him power. Excitement, fear, anxiety, power, all rose in him, mixing with the magic and adrenaline, he was becoming euphoric. A bony, pale white hand stretched from black, woolen robes and pointed at the barbarian, he began to recite the incantation that would release a terrible necromatic power straight into the brain of the sleeping barbarian. This was it, he would have his power! But something was wrong, the magic was leaving, the Veil shivered around him and then, the barbarian awoke.
Something told Eled to awaken, to rise quickly from his slumber. His eyes had only just opened, and the Veil shivered, and in front of him was a skinny figure in a black robe, its bony hand pointed straight at him. Magic was on his lips. MAGIC!! Fury rose in Eled and rage consumed him, and blood filled his vision. He exploded in sheer hatred from his bedding and leapt at the form, just as a terrible necromatic power burst from his fingertips. Eled's head flared into a white hot fire just as he reached the terrified mage. Eled saw the fear and surprise in his eyes as he bellowed a terrible warcry and his right fist connected with the pale, thin face of his would-be murderer. Bone and sinew crunched, and blood spit from the other side of the magi's mouth. The left came across and smashed the right eye socket of the reeling necromancer. The apprentice fell backwards, tripping on an empty tankard, and Eled was on top of him. In seconds, the head of the magic was literally a sack of hammered bone and brain, blood and tissue seeping from the eye s
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13564, "Eled's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 Sweet death and glorious victory. Added Tue Jan 9 02:39:08 2007 at level 25:The inside of a mercenary tent fills your vision, a large table surrounded by many arguing captains dominates the center. Three men stand tall and proud in the back, but they are not warriors of any kind. They wear soft silk robes, their hands are delicate. They are mages. The argument appears to be about their presence.
"Like hell yer gonna let them fight with us!" Faleed was furious. A rival captain had brought the mages with him, planning to use them on the battlefield. Faleed felt it was an insult to his very core, being a man who believed the only way to make it in this world was by your sword arm and your wits. He was not a student of the Battlerager philosophy, in fact, he had been paid to fight for mages and happily accepted their gold. But their place was in their towers, scheming. Not on the fields of battle, where the real men were forged.
"They will fight Faleed, they will stand with us, they are good men," the opposing captains voice was smooth and diplomatic.
"No, their damned pantywaists, and any man who fights with em is a coward." Faleed glared across the table, to call one of these men a coward was to strip him of his very manhood.
"Coward is it?! Coward!?" Diplomacy failed, now there was only the diplomacy of mercenaries. "Ill kill you, you bastard, I challenge you to battle!" The challenger yanked one of his axes from his belt and pointed it across the table at Faleed, a clear challenge.
"Lets git after it then, the birdsll be eatin in ten minutes." Faleed stormed out of the tent, throwing the door flap wide on his way out. The rest of the men filed out, anticipating the coming fight.
No more words were exchanged between the combatants, but a din was rising in the camp, men making wagers, staking claims and generally making a ruckus. The circle formed, and the two joined in combat. Faleeds swords moving in perfect harmony, stabbing, slashing and parrying. His opponents axes moved with nearly the same grace, and just a bit more power. Back and forth they went, two of the finest warriors these soldiers had ever seen. Eled was awed by the fight. Soon, Faleed gained the upper hand, he pressed his advantage as the offended captain tired. All of the sudden, he slipped, his arms went up as he tried to catch his balance and his opponent took his chance, cutting deep into Faleeds exposed side. The crowd fell nearly silent, in disbelief that the finest swordsman they had ever known could falter in such a way. A few of them began to point at a patch of ice that had appeared on the ground, rumblings ran through the crowd as Eled knelt down to Faleed, who had waved him over.
"Ya listen here boy, ya make me a promise now," Faleed coughed up blood as he struggled to talk. "Ya git on outta this camp, and ya git yerself to the Academy. Use my name at git yerself inta the Warriors coughing, Faleed was fading fast. "Ya git ya some learnin from them, and then ya seek out them Villagers, them ones I told ya about, finest fellas ya ever seen in a fight I tell ya. Ya git on with them, and then ya kill every mage ya see. Kill them bastards fer not bein proper men, kill em fer the Bear. Kill em cause I cant. Ya got me?"
"I promise," there was no sadne
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13565, "Eled's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 Underneath the black banner. Added Tue Jan 9 02:30:57 2007 at level 25:The heart of a raging battle fills your vision, dead bodies lay scattered everywhere, and a small band, under a banner of black with a white bear on it, fight on against overwhelming odds.
"To the last men! Welcome sweet death and glorious victory!" Faleeds warcry could be heard over the din of battle by all on the massive field, many even stopped to look at the band of mercenaries, awed by their unbreakable courage and battle prowess.
Eled battled on a slight downward slope, taking on two axemen with his longsword and his shield. First pushing and stabbing forward, and then suddenly he was on their flank, the first fell, the sword going through his shoulders, in the right and out the left. Eled released his grip on his sword and threw the shield at the bewildered survivor. Before he knew what hit him, his axe was on the ground, and the screaming half-breed had straddled him and was crushing his face with disturbing glee. The axeman ceased his struggles as Eleds final blow crushed his cheek bone. Eled rose, his fury once again stored just under the surface, the cool and collected mind of a well-trained fighter returning. He looked up the slope to the banner, where Faleed stood, waiting patiently for three enemy soldiers to attack him.
The first, a spearman, feinted left, moved right and took two quick, long strides towards the mercenary captain, the tip of his spear shooting dangerously forward, a signature move of sorts, he had obviously killed many men with this tactic. It did not faze Faleed, as the spear came forward, Faleed dropped his left foot back, easily dodging the thrust, Faleed held his left hand back, and with his right, struck underhanded at the oncoming spear. His strength, speed, and expertly sharpened blade cut through the stout wooden shaft of the spear, and then the mans chest was suddenly opened by two blades, parallel lines exposing the mans innards. Faleed had pivoted backwards on his right foot, spinning around and bringing all his strength to bear, ripping the man apart. Finishing in a half-crouch with his left foot forward and his blades low, he shot his right foot forward, planted, and thrusted forward with both swords, rising slightly as his blades buried themselves nearly to the hilts in his next victims chest. With uncanny power he pulled the blades straight out and the man fell limp. The third soldier, another spearman lunged forward at the waiting captain. It looked as though Faleed was going to meet the Warder, his swords were at his side, there was no way a man could stop the lightning strike aimed for his chest. But the black- skinned mercenary captain from Hamsah Mutazz was not done yet. In an incredible show of swordsmanship, he cross-down parried the oncoming thrust, stepping over his blades and demolishing the bewildered soldiers nose and face. The man rose in confusion, blood streaming from his nose, and that pause was all Faleed required. He spread his blades wide, and brought them on a nearly intersecting path through the mans neck. A thud on the blood-stained ground and Faleed rushed forward to find more enemies. Eled chuckled and yanked his sword from his opponents shuddering corpse and turned to find another fight.
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13566, "Eled's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 Eled ibn Llibani Added Tue Jan 9 02:24:21 2007 at level 25:A ragtag mercenary camp, on the outskirts of a great battlefield fills your vision.
"Boy! Bring us water!" the black-skinned mercenary bellowed. "Boy! Hurry yer ass!"
Llibani came running around to the front of the tent with the pail of water. He was ten now, and strength was coming to his skinny frame from all the work he was made to do. He passed the water around to Faleed and his men. He was turning to go back to his meager lean-to against the corral when Faleed stopped him.
"Git over here boy. Now, I didnt take ya ta be my servant fer the rest of yer life. Hell, Ordasen knows its hard enough ta find a proper trained soldier in these lands, with all the recent madness. Ya aint fer gittin water no more, I got me a couple a new slaves fer that," Faleed motioned to two hobbled felar who were lugging the armor of dead men from the battlefield. "I won em in a fight to the death against another captain. Won me his men too, reckon only eight of em re any good ta me though. Dont like yer name though. So Im gonna name ya after my old man. From now on, yer ta go by Eled. I am Faleed ibn Eled, and you are Eled ibn Llibani, got it? An yer only duties from now on, are ta make sure my armorn weaponsre in order, and yer ta train every day with a sword, and with yer fists. Only two weapons truly fit fer fightin ya ask me. Hell, them other onesll do the trick in a pinch, but I reckon a couple a swords and a mans fistsre all he needs ta make it in Thera. Now git, and tend ta yer new duties."
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13567, "Eled's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 Backroom Heroes Added Tue Jan 9 02:20:17 2007 at level 25:A poorly lit and smoke-filled backroom in the South Dairein settlement fills your vision. Two men sit across from each other, a third man off to the side. One of the men is overweight, balding, and sweating profusely. The other, a well-muscled, fine human specimen who looks unnervingly calm. His skin is black and his dress is much like the citizens of the desert city Hamsah Mutazz. Behind the portly man sits a dejected woman, with a small, half-breed child dozing on her lap.
"Alright you no good mercenary, lets raise the stakes," the portly man looks back and forth from the card in his hand to the calm soldier across the table.
"Alright then Goreyell, name the price."
"You throw in that blade of yours, and Ill throw in the whores bastard," Goreyell jerks his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the small child. The woman starts to protest but a savage backhand from Goreyell drops her back into the seat before she can even get a sound out.
"What the hell would I want the bastard son of a whore for? He likely dont even have a name!"
"Not that you will even win," Goreyell smirks as he looks back and forth from his card to the soldier, "but, you are a great mercenary, should you not have a servant boy, a squire of sorts? His name, is Llibani, after her customer, she took a fancy to him, even though he was the creepiest damn drow I ever seen."
"Llibani eh? Alright," the mercenary thought deeply and smiled to himself. "Deal. Show yer card."
Goreyell drops his card first, with a smirk on his face, revealing Daurwyn the Wielder of Ancient Magic, Preceptor of the Golden Tower. The soldier chuckles and calmly drops his card, revealing Dhaevor the Keeper of the Village Tablet, Leader of Battle, the greatest swordsman Thera has ever seen. Goreyell bellows in anger and throws his mug of ale across the room, he knows he has lost.
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13568, "Eled's Role Chapter 6"
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RoleChapter 6 Overview Added Mon Jan 8 21:40:11 2007 at level 25:Eled is very much a mercenary. He will do just about anything for some gold, or a fine piece of equipment. The one thing he will never do is betray those he fights for. Short of that, just about anything goes. War is obviously his primary sphere, but Greed and Deception are right behind. He does not "worship" any gods. He follows the tenets of Ordasen, because that is how he was raised. He will however, at some point seek out both Qaledus and Iunna, though for very different reasons. He was born the bastard son of a whore just before the turn of the age, aquired by a mercenary captain in a game of heroes, and raised in a mercenary camp. His father is Ssriel Llibani, of the Eldritch Consortium, though Eled knows very little of his mysterious father, or his involvement in the events that heralded the coming of the fourth age. He has no manners, and will fight at the drop of a hat.
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13553, "Eled's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 8900 | Experience from Skill improvements | 10782 | Experience from Exploration | 2500 | Experience from Quests | 5200 | Experience from Commerce | 1425 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sun Oct 8 14:57:37 2006
| Quests Completed   | 6 | Exploration Points Found   | 9 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 8000 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 1 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 23 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 18 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 6 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 75 % |
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13554, "Eled's Class Specifics"
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Class SpecificsWeapon Specializations | Sword | Hand to Hand |
Legacies | Fires of Adversity | Mercy of the Typhoon |
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Death_Angel | Wed 07-Mar-07 08:16 AM |
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#13555, "Eled's Cabal Specifics"
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Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 63 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 7 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 64 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 1 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 8 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 9 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 6 |
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