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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16929, "[None] Ilmdrin Auvry Ndar the Shinan, Initiate of the Onyx Scarab"
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Ilmdrin Auvry Ndar the Shinan, Initiate of the Onyx Scarab
DescriptionEyes of the deepest gray gaze forth from an extremely angular ebony face. His nose is small and perfectly shaped. High cheek bones compliment his sharp pointed chin. His teeth are pearl white, almost as brilliantly stark white as his ragged long hair which is pulled back and left tied with a small leather band at the nape of his thin ebony neck. This ones fingers are long and thin, his nails seem to have been bitten instead of properly trimmed. A variety of small scars mar the surface of his dark skin where the skin shows. You also see that.
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Level | 47 | Sex | male | Race | dark-elf | Ethos | Neutral | Align | Evil | Class | assassin | Practices | 4 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Galadon | Exp | 577086 | To Level | 30574 | Sphere | Destruction | Age middle-aged, 457 years old (354 hours) | Hit Points | 547 | Mana | 695 | Movement | 776 | Strength | 17 | Intelligence | 24 | Wisdom | 21 | Dexterity | 24 | Constitution | 9 | Charisma | 16 | Carry # | 0/38 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 191 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 2 | | |
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Ilmdrin's Statistics,
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Ilmdrin's Edges,
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Ilmdrin's Timeline,
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Ilmdrin's Title History,
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Ilmdrin's Skill List,
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Ilmdrin's Skill List,
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Ilmdrin's PK Statistics,
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Ilmdrin's Gank-O-Meter,
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Ilmdrin's Immortal Comments,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 1,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 2,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 3,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 4,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 5,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 6,
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Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 7,
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16930, "Ilmdrin's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 0 | Experience from Skill improvements | 23659 | Experience from Exploration | 9925 | Experience from Quests | 13200 | Experience from Commerce | 1445 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Mon Jun 11 17:35:41 2007
| Quests Completed   | 13 | Exploration Points Found   | 33 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 5000 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 9 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 21 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 29 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % |
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16936, "Ilmdrin's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 154 (15 at level 47) | Total PK Losses   | 41 | Total Mob Deaths   | 14 | # of Assassinations   | 93 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. transmuter   | 7 | VS. thief   | 5 | VS. warrior   | 50 | VS. paladin   | 7 | VS. anti-paladin   | 14 | VS. assassin   | 10 | VS. ranger   | 5 | VS. invoker   | 4 | VS. bard   | 16 | VS. healer   | 8 | VS. conjurer   | 8 | VS. berserker   | 2 | VS. shapeshifter   | 18 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 78 | VS. FORTRESS   | 23 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 10 | VS. BATTLE   | 9 | VS. HERALD   | 4 | VS. EMPIRE   | 15 | VS. NEXUS   | 9 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 6 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 77 | VS. Neutral   | 38 | VS. Evil   | 39 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. transmuter   | 4 | VS. warrior   | 12 | VS. paladin   | 3 | VS. anti-paladin   | 2 | VS. assassin   | 7 | VS. ranger   | 1 | VS. invoker   | 2 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. berserker   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 7 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 10 | VS. FORTRESS   | 5 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 2 | VS. BATTLE   | 4 | VS. HERALD   | 1 | VS. EMPIRE   | 6 | VS. SCION   | 4 | VS. NEXUS   | 3 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 6 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 9 | VS. Neutral   | 17 | VS. Evil   | 15 |
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16937, "Ilmdrin's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 154 | Total PK Assists   | 16 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.14 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Solo-Killer Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.32 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16938, "Ilmdrin's Immortal Comments"
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Immortal CommentsThu Jul 5 11:23:01 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 37 (98 hrs): An Immortal added 1500 exp for: For role entries. A bunch of them, and pretty well written.
Sun Aug 5 23:30:32 2007 by 'Farigno' at level 37 (151 hrs): Very classy assassination of Ariola in front of three or four other imperials.
Sun Aug 5 23:32:12 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 37 (151 hrs): An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Assassinating an imperial in front of Hunsobo's ghost after he age died. Smoove.
Tue Aug 21 08:28:34 2007 by 'Twist' at level 38 (175 hrs): From what I've seen, this guy's roleplay is pretty good, whether he just killed someone or just got killed. Or neither!
Fri Sep 7 21:34:10 2007 by 'Cyradia' at level 38 (212 hrs): Excellent intro talk...obviously been around the block and has complete understanding of the religion. Tattooed. I really hope he keeps it up.
Fri Sep 7 21:34:23 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 38 (212 hrs): An Immortal added 2000 exp for: Tattoo!
Fri Sep 14 22:49:19 2007 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (231 hrs): An Immortal added 500 exp for: For the beginning of a little rp revolving the assassination of someone.
Sat Sep 15 10:06:33 2007 by 'Baerinika' at level 41 (234 hrs): Role contest prizes for Sept 07 were Traceless, some con, and Master of Nage Waza
Sat Sep 22 00:46:00 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 42 (250 hrs): Sometimes, it's post kill/death cool RP. Sometimes it's like, there's a start of conversation, the other person's done, and then Ilmdrin just keeps talking and talking and talking and talking, which bugs the hell out of me. B
Sat Sep 22 00:46:24 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 42 (250 hrs): But, hell, at least he's trying as fara as the RP goes. That's a lot more than I can say for some people.
Sun Sep 30 23:30:34 2007 by 'Daevryn' at level 44 (278 hrs): This guy dies and doesn't even miss a beat. RP stays going, and he just gets right back in there. Thumbs up.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16939, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 Dangerous games. Added Thu Nov 1 20:48:50 2007 at level 47:The scene unfolds as though curtains of the deepest onyx slide apart before you. Gliding through the ornate double doors and over the large engraved scarab upon the floor you near an altar with the grotesquery of rotting heads lined out upon it. To either side of you are the outline of two shimmering doorways surrounded by rather simple torches that blaze almost with a life of their own. Closer still, closer to the altar, and then it surprisingly opens before you and you begin to glide down the stairs that were hidden within. As the hallway suddenly widens into a deep chamber two things instantly encroach upon your visage. The first, central within the squared room is a coffin resting so very remotely, strange for such a thing to be within an altar room. And second, against the wall directly to your side two forms seem to be caught against each other, the very force of their thoughts almost palpable upon the air. Pressed forcefully up against the wall and down upon his knees is an dark elf of the deepest ebony, he seems almost balanced though he is pressed down and against the wall and even though he is apparently off his guard he still has a hand behind him so close to the hilt of a dagger that is nearly impossible to see within the folds of his clothing. She though, is an utterly impressive sight. The steel hard muscles of her fore arm ripple distinctly as she clutches the neck of the drow in what must certainly be a bone crushing grip of certain demise. Her thick red hair shrouds her face just slightly and draws your attention with its lustrous gleam. And even though she is bent forward to reach down and clasp the drow in a forceful grip, she still holds the sense of regality that a queen would when holding an audience with her subjects. The muscles ripple and tighten more, and though a wheeze of breath escapes the dark-elf that you are sure is his last he still fervently begins to draw forth the dagger to do what he will to survive. Just then, she releases him and withdraws ever so slightly, motioning him to rise, and just as swiftly she encroaches once more upon him and grasps his arm. Blood wells through the sleeve and just as quickly as she reached forth she withdraws her arm, ripping the sleeve and some skin with it as she does. Upon the ebony arm of this drow now resides an intricate Onyx Scarab.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16940, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 An ending, to a story. Added Wed Jun 27 21:40:21 2007 at level 36:Ah, excellent, a fine deep red, this will truly do. My tale draws to an end my dear fellow, and I am sure you have a variety of questions, do ask away and I shall answer what I may. Mmm, this truly is a decent wine likely made from a decent berry, much better then..Whats that, oh yes, ask away as you want. Of course I may not be able to answer all that you ask if even a little, there may or may not be only so much I know. First though, you shall have to tell me whom that chap over in the dark corner is, he has been listening to us after all.
Turning to peer into the deep shadows that were pointed to you see nothing, as you gaze deeper and deeper something occurs to you. Something rather troubling about this man whom has kept his form hidden this entire time and spoken with different accents and pace. His hand, when he reached . . . everything slows almost as if time itself stands still. So fully you feel the blade sink greedily through your back, through the spine, and ever so slowly it explodes through the front of your chest. You slump, all strength gone, and a hand.. an ebony hand grips your shoulder almost delicately. You feel heat by your left ear, a breath or presence, and then a whisper.
You truly should have asked what I wished to drink before you assumed so quickly, dear human. Now, instead of merely ending your life for all that you know, all that I myself have told you, for we all must have an ear from time to time. I shall end your life, painfully, for the simple enjoyment of it.
As the last of his whispers drift warmly across your ear the sword sticking out of your chest twists suddenly and the entire room begins to swim into darkness.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16941, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 The text. Added Sat Jun 16 17:31:56 2007 at level 23:My my, what a decidedly despicable drow our prince is. Wandering as he wished, from forest to forest, city to city, down road after road, silently, almost always by the light of the moon though he did not need it. Taking what he wished from whomever he wished to take it from whenever he wished to take what he wanted or needed for survival. He learned the language through mere listening from the deepest of the darkest shadows. So close to those conversing that he could have leaned forward and plucked the very hair from their very heads. Years passed and he continued this way, even going so far as to break into the various book repositories of Thera, for that is what this surface world was called, Thera. More years passed and he became more proficient at living and learning on this surface world. Within this time, sometime, for he himself is not certain of the exact date that he came across it, our Prince found and began to study a text that has become rather precious to him. It is odd, how things happen, and how the currents of time can shift and take individuals down different winding paths. This text, scribed by the First Cantor Amberlea Von Straaden, the Sacraa became his guide down the paths of this new so very fitting life. Ah, how dry my throat has become once more, young one, perhaps you could gather me a fine red wine this time instead of more of that horrid bear substance.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16942, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 Flourishing obstinance Added Thu Jun 14 19:49:18 2007 at level 18:How our prince despised the very core of the politics and treachery that had led him into this struggle of life within the very worst of the wilds that the underdark has to offer. His struggle at first was obvious, despite his tenacity with his blades and his cunning with the art of silence, our prince had trouble finding enough food to survive. His entire days were spent scavenging for a mere penance of food, just enough to live another day. Words began to leave him though his thoughts always raced, always he would curse the twist of fated slavery that ended him here. Deeper his being sank, deeper and deeper into the very essence of primitive creature that resides within all, and as he sank deeper he began to live more easily. He began to follow his senses for food and almost seemed to find it easily. He avoided the dangers of the cave fisher without even realizing his actions until after he had subconsciously chosen an alternate route. Such was the way his life began to flow, day in, day out, gather food and hunt and then scout his terrain to clean away any predators that may threaten his existence. Days, Weeks, Months, Years? What is time when one does not keep track, or even have the simple need of time itself? Suffice to say, our prince spent a rather decent amount of his adolescent days honing the very fiber of the instincts which all men possess. Time passed, and still he wandered to explore, in phases. He would gather food for some time and take it with him. Many of these trips were rather uneventful, but one, and it only truly takes once for everything to become unsettled and disrupted. Once, a draft, unnatural to one whom is used to utter stillness, our prince decided to follow his senses. And so he found himself in the depths of a mountain range, though what a mountain was, he had no idea. The nights endless depths, twinkling stars, and the noises, so much movement, so vibrant, life everywhere. He was so astonished that he fled back into the depths of the cave to catch his breath, almost terrified. It did not take long for him to overcome such a simple and utterly debilitating feel. Our prince crept back out into the ledge and began a slow surveying decent into the entirely fascinating place.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16943, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 Silence. Added Wed Jun 13 22:36:47 2007 at level 16:Oh how the Auvry Ndar used him, none to kindly might I add. How do I know all this? Well young one, I listen. Now, as I was saying. Our poor poor prince, delegated to a life of service and self sacrifice at the tip of a dagger for another mans wishes. Of course, young one, it did not help in the least that the Blood of the Black Hearts had themselves ended every piece of his former, rather lush, existence. Murder, plotting, intricate and simple, even pathetic thieving from the various houses, these were his curse and his bane. Such things delighted him though, he enjoyed them, it was the only time he felt alive once more, when he was in the thrall of one of his various ordered missions. Of course the missions never lasted and he would once again be considered the honored slave, one who could never be trusted and would merely be used until he was nothing but a husk. The obvious course of action, for one whom had always considered himself slightly more free spirited then those whom surrounded him, would be to escape. But our prince could not merely just steal into the depths of the underdark without some small revenge for the utter annoyance that Auvry Ndar had caused him. It was no simple thing to find whom the true ruler of the Black Hearts was. Nor was it a simple thing for him to make his way into the heavily guarded section of this ones quarters. Such was rather complex and took time, what was not complex, what did not take time, what he enjoyed so very immensely was sliding his familiar knife across the front of his slave drivers throat. Silent, so silent, clutching the lifeless body close, hugging it gently as he sank down to the floor, so silent. Just as silently he was gone, into the underdark, to find his freedom and live however he wished.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16944, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 6"
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RoleChapter 6 Service. Added Mon Jun 11 21:48:53 2007 at level 7:Now now young one, where were we, ah yes of course. Hmm, an excellent draft, I shall have to thank you later for this delightful drink. You see, the most interesting thing about these drow is that they are rather mysterious and hardly known by any, to say the least. Yes yes, I know, drow in general are secretive and little is known of them, these though, Auvry Ndar by name, and you could find your death merely for knowing that name, are not known by any. You must realize that the prince, though his house was dead he was still that, had had the most spectacular training that influence and money could purchase. Such is the benefit he had and such is the curse his house fell from, for they could not pay back their so very large debt of coin and action. His training in the martial academy was so extensive that he would himself stand in on the classes that the actual teachers would attend themselves. He even began to study the art of silent death, reserved for specific individuals and circumstances. Such you see, is what drew Auvry Ndar to him, they themselves took it upon themselves to be put in place to accept the substantial payment to eliminate house Uhevrile, all but the prince of course. And so, the prince of an extinct house found himself in a most interest and dangerous situation, either accept their invitation and stand as one of the Auvry Ndar, or join his house in extinction where none would ever know of him nor acknowledge his existence. Of course, any creature who has the cursed blessing of knowing that they will eventually die naturally strives with all that they are to stay alive for as long as they are able. Thus Ilmdrin found himself in service to the Auvry Ndar.
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Death_Angel | Sat 17-Nov-07 02:32 PM |
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#16945, "Ilmdrin's Role Chapter 7"
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RoleChapter 7 Death of a house, birth of death. Added Mon Jun 11 18:44:19 2007 at level 4:Violet lightning danced across the stone gargoyle effigy as though enjoying the very play within the violently destructive dance. Sinking into a smoking ruined pile of unlife, the effigy was the first to fall silently from the ramparts. The split second of brilliantly colored lights the only noticeable sign heralding the demise this gargoyle and all of its similarly made stone brothers. Ah how efficient the drow are with the delicacies of so very deadly silence, not only moving in such an unheard manner but these apparently able to drape the cloak of silent death around those they dispatch as well. Dispatching the militia and guards was no simple matter but not nearly as difficult as most might find, oh the irony of these mercenaries, magically locking the doors the guards guard so that they can not enter their own house of sanctuary to warn those they protect, so very malicious. And how easy it was for the master of the art to merely dispel the very same enchantment so that these silent creatures might move into the house completely unnoticed. One need not portray in any other way what transpired within, the brutality of the drow is well known to all and shall save you the dread and nightmares that will most certainly follow a description of such despicably evil and undoubtedly mentally unstable actions. One item though must be noted, for such does truly indeed have a rather noticeable effect upon this tale. After these creatures finished their business which we dare not speak of, they came upon a single still living young man. This young man was not only unfazed by the utterly callous actions of these mercenaries, he had taken his final stand in a corner weapons drawn and ready. Seeming to sense a similarity, an almost kinship, in the utterly contemptuous and fearless way with which this drow held himself, the mercenaries began to grow interested. I shall not bore you with the details of the discussion that followed and the unnatural, could it have been mercy, no not mercy but something, with which the mercenaries showed to the lone prince of a now dead house. One could not know that the Auvry Ndar, which literally translates to Blood of the Black hearts, was solely comprised of the chosen first born princes of the extinct houses now living only in the history of Teth Azeleth. Ah, worry not tired traveler, I shall tell you more, but one can not talk with such a dry mouth, you understand dont you?
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