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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22718, "[FORTRESS] Iaru Ba'alsinoth the Mistress of Owaza"
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Iaru Ba'alsinoth the Mistress of Owaza
DescriptionWhat immediately draws your attention as you take in this young woman's appearance is a large scar in the shape of a hand that has been burned into the left side of her once beautiful face. The scarring is deep, nearly to the muscle, forming a depression of angry crimson tissue. The scar appears to have been made by a right hand, the thumb extending just below the lips to the right cheek. Part of the palm passes over the left third of her plump lips which have been seared together whilst the index finger passes over the left eye which was also burned & is a milky white. Strangely the middle finger appears to end before the first knuckle but the rest of the left side of her face is consumed by ring and pinky that extends along her jawline.
Once one sees past the formidable presence of the scar you can see she was truly beautiful. Her alabaster skin glows against the short and somewhat spiky raven-black hair. Perfectly proportioned for her face her nose is small & flows gracefully to her strong brow. Her right eye is hazel with very light brown on the outside turning to green & gold towards the pupil. The shape of her jaw is triangular, graceful, and very well defined as it pinnacles at her slightly dimpled chin. Clothing is all dark browns and black and fit tightly to her petite figure standing about five feet tall and weighing perhaps eighty-five pounds. Despite her diminutive stature is well muscled and athletic.
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Level | 44 | Sex | female | Race | human | Ethos | Neutral | Align | Good | Class | assassin | Practices | 9 | Trains | 1 | Hometown | Voralian City | Exp | 414874 | To Level | 6686 | Sphere | Courage | Age mature, 35 years old (114 hours) | Hit Points | 596 | Mana | 566 | Movement | 632 | Strength | 20 | Intelligence | 18 | Wisdom | 19 | Dexterity | 23 | Constitution | 19 | Charisma | 15 | Carry # | 0/37 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 7 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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Iaru's Role Chapter 11,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 10,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 9,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 8,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 7,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 6,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 5,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 4,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 3,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 2,
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Iaru's Role Chapter 1,
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Iaru's Immortal Comments,
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Iaru's Gank-O-Meter,
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Iaru's PK Statistics,
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Iaru's Cabal Powers List,
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Iaru's Skill List,
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Iaru's Skill List,
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Iaru's Title History,
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Iaru's PK Wins,
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Iaru's PK Deaths,
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Iaru's Leveling,
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Iaru's Timeline,
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Iaru's Mob Deaths,
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Iaru's Edges,
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Iaru's Statistics,
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Iaru's Cabal Specifics,
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22744, "Iaru's Role Chapter 11"
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RoleChapter 11 Beauty & Consequences Added Sun Oct 19 21:47:04 2008 at level 10:Beauty is an ideal beyond the grasp of the very words used to describe it and still all know it as intuitively and intimately as their own reflection in a mirror. It is the muse of poets both profound and woefully love-struck. Sculpture and painting attempt to capture it and hold it fast from the ravages of time. Music weaves a trail of notes to lure the romantic into a willing snare of sonic rapture that mimics the soundless dance between a beauty and their admirer. Despite all the wonders that beauty can illuminate there is, as with all things, a dark side to having too much.
Beauty can be a curse as well. One I am unfortunate enough to know first hand. Beauty can entrap a mind and drive it to madness through jealousy or covetousness. To be too beautiful is to be ill fated, a prisoner of the machinations of others unless one is willing to descend to a darker place where it is used as weapon or control and in so doing lose one's self. It can drive men to murder, women to plot, and nations to war. It can corrupt what should have been a father's love into a mad-man's lust for his own daughters flesh. As I mentioned before, a sinister side I am all too familiar with.
I am the eldest of four sisters: Sairi the next oldest, then Tyia and Aanet, each of us two years apart in age. Though I may sound prideful or lacking the proper amount of humility I can say with utter honesty that we sisters were more beautiful than any we had encountered. Even elves would gaze in wonder at our perfect porcelain features which so closely matched those of our mother, who herself was but a possession of our fathers. Mother came from a wealthy mercantile family in Seantryn Modan and father, himself dashingly handsome and a talented invoker from Tir Talath and he easily convinced her parents to allow them to wed.
Father was not a kind man. He never showed us love yet he was never cruel. To us at least. More than once he punished a servant with a devious magical cantrip and he enjoyed it most when he used his bare hands to conduct his magic directly on the tormented ones flesh. Still, those bouts were rare and he seemed happy enough and likely tempered by mother's presence. Perhaps it was her death just before my thirteenth birthday and his descent into drink that caused him to take notice of my blossoming womanhood in a way no father should.
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22743, "Iaru's Role Chapter 10"
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RoleChapter 10 A Terrible Fate Added Sun Oct 19 21:51:00 2008 at level 10:He came to me in my bed on a warm summer's eve, his breath reeking of spirits, whispering of how much I looked like mother. It had been seven months since mother died and he did little else but drink and torment the servants. I had never feared him before, only his temper, but his lust was far far worse and it sickened me in a way that chilled me to the core of my being. He groped clumsily for my bed cover and tore it out of my hands, then for my nightgown and panic gripped me then. His right hand strayed close to my face and I bit down on his middle finger with all my might and with cracking of bone and a gush of blood it tore free in my mouth and he fell back howling in pain. With revulsion I spit the severed digit onto the floor but was too stunned to move from my bed.
Murder shown in father's eyes as he stood clutching his maimed hand, blood seeping from the wound onto the stone floor. I begged him to forgive me but if he heard me he shown no sign. He stood there silent for some time the pointed a finger from his left hand at me and while murmuring an incantation traced a glowing sign in the air. When he finished he made a sweeping gesture in my direction and the glowing symbol flew at me and burned itself into my chest just below my throat. With that he proclaimed a curse of command. If I would not obey him then I would return to the city of my mother, Seantryn Modan, and there I would become a whore. I knew the curse to be true as I nearly leapt of the bed to try and obey though I willed myself not to and still my urge to leave for Modan was nearly overwhelming.
Victory shown in his face and yet in his rage he had forgotten his lust or he might have cursed me to serve him instead. Suddenly his face went slack, his eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground revealing Florenalia, mother's elvish handmaiden, holding a shimmering onyx wand. She had stayed to care for us children after mother had died and at the moment I could not have been more grateful. I wiped the blood from my face and changed into suitable traveling clothes. We rushed to pack not only my things but those of my sisters for surely they would suffer terribly if they stayed and together we woke and dressed them. Father was asleep but it would not last forever and we had to hurry if we were to make our escape.
We set out for Darsylon where Florenalia insisted we would be safe but the farther west we went the more the sigil in my chest began to burn. Every fiber of my being was directing me to the east, towards Seantryn Modan. The others could see the ashen pallor of my face and soon I could walk no more as the burning pain stole away my breath. I wept then as I embraced my sisters and bid them farewell & made Florenalia swear to keep them safe. My sisters did not understand why they had to leave father and I to leave them and Gods willing never would they find out. Still I made them swear to obey their protector for their own safety which each sister reluctantly did. With that I wiped away my tears and set out for Seantryn Modan into the only sunrise I have ever loathed.
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22741, "Iaru's Role Chapter 8"
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RoleChapter 8 Hope as Spring, Renewed Added Sun Oct 19 21:58:07 2008 at level 10:We passed several doors which emanated the sounds of passion and stopped at the last which the man opened with an iron key. Motioning for me to enter I did and he followed suit. To my surprise this room was very spacious, clean, the center was an open training area with a mat and around the perimeter were weapons on one wall, an area for meditation, and in opposite corners were two small but fine looking beds and in the last corner was a stout oak table large enough for four. The man noticed my surprise and told me that this was the entire top floor of another building where he lived and trained but could only be accessed through the mystic doorway, in this case linked to the door in the brothel. Before I could react he pulled down the front of my blouse low enough to see the sigil which flared for a moment as I tried to resist but could not.
Just as quickly he released my blouse and stepped back acknowledging that he had expected the sigil to be there. After a few moments of intense thought in silence he introduced himself as Fendenalin. He revealed that he had been alerted to my arrival by Florenalia and that he was both her half brother and friend to my mother. It was then I noticed a slight bit of pointed ear peeking through his long brown curly hair but other than that looked fully human. Arrangements had been made with the madam of the brothel to allow him to take over the door that would allow him to link the two buildings, for my sake. The sigil would force me to live in proximity of the brothel, which this room was now mystically part of, & that I might not have to prostitute myself to prevent it from causing me agony.
For the first time in a week I felt a glimmer of hope and the despair did not seem quite so heavy in my heart. I fell to my knees and gave thanks to the Lords & Ladies of the Light. I had never prayed to them before but I could not help but feel their grace at this reprieve from my terrible fate. Fendenalin let me be and went over to the pantry and took out some cheese and bread and beckoned me to come sit at the table to eat.
As we ate he assured me that my sisters were safe in Darsylon under the protection of the royal family and would live under new identities. Again I felt blessed and grateful for this wondrous intervention. After a few more bites of food Fendenalin's countenance became dark and serious. He looked me squarely in the eyes, unblinking, and told me there would be a price for his help. I would train under him as an assassin or I could return to the brothel and serve my curse as a whore. It was my choice. If you can truly call it a choice at all. If I served him and learned well I could eventually remove the sigil and with it my curse but to do so I would have to learn to live with the pain it caused and function well enough to remove it which could take years of agony to accomplish. I accepted, I had no choice, and he bade me to take the bed in the north- west corner and get some sleep. We would be starting my training early.
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22740, "Iaru's Role Chapter 7"
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RoleChapter 7 Time Heals Only Some Wounds Added Sun Oct 19 22:05:17 2008 at level 10:Two years passed & the training was every bit as painful as I had imagined it could be. Both the physical training as well as the mental endurance to fight the pain the sigil inflicted. I had progressed to the point where I could make excursions to Arkham and Hamsah Mu'tazz and still function well enough to perform my duties and training quests. Fendenalin was true to his word and taught me mercilessly but not cruelly. Once in awhile I could see the empathy on his face for the pain I was forced to endure but it was only ever a flash of emotion before he returned to his usual stone- like countenance.
A few months later and we were firmly in the grips of winter and I was now sixteen years old. Fendenalin decided to take us out to one of the better inns for a proper meal when a messenger, one of the contacts he used for his clandestine work, nonchalantly slipped a scroll into my pocket and disappeared into the crowd of the square. Fendenalin frowned as this was most unusual but he mentioned I should wait to open it until we were waiting for our meals at the inn. After ordering a fine roast, wine, apples, cheeses and breads he motioned towards my pocket & I took out the scroll, cracked the seal Florenalia used to communicate privately with her half-brother and began to read.
What I read made my blood run cold, the chilling cold of despair as it once again clutched my heart in its icy grip. It informed me that father had found where my sisters were hiding and he had used his tremendous political clout to have them returned to him in Tir-Talath a day ago. now?' I said aloud. Fendenalin took the scroll and read it and his scowl deepened with every sentence. After he finished he rolled up the scroll & placed it in his pocket & said it was time for my first solo assignment which would be my final test. I must assassinate my father.
I rose to leave but Fendenalin took hold of my hand and pulled me back down into my seat. The food was arriving and he insisted I eat well in order to remain strong. He left though in order to secure transport as quickly as possible and promised he would return in half an hour. This meal should have been the finest I had had since before mother died and yet I could hardly swallow each bite much less taste what I consumed. Fendenalin returned just a bit later than he said he would which in itself was unusual. More so in that he was flushed and somewhat out of breath which only happened in our most demanding training sessions.
Fendenalin said that we were in luck, as it would have it there was a Tribunal Magistrate, a paladin named Iskavahayan, who was sympathetic with my plight & would be able to take me through their mystic transport. He would only do this on the condition that he judged me and found me worthy. If this were true then at least a week would be shaved off my travel time, perhaps time enough to save my sisters from our father's lust.
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22737, "Iaru's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 Oh Mother, Oh Father Added Sun Oct 19 22:17:15 2008 at level 10:My limbs felt weak as I slowly opened the window and crawled inside. My voice was caught in my throat. How can this be? How can she be alive.... wait. It was not mother. It was Sairi dressed in mother's nightgown, her hair made in the same fashion. Sairi had matured into a veritable twin of mother despite her young age and father had obviously made her up to look the part. I silently rushed over to my sister & gently touched her shoulder but she did not respond. I turned her about to face me and her gaze was blank, nearly catatonic. Oh no. I was too late. He had already had her and her spirit had been broken. Her aura was still golden but muted as her spirit had been muted by the atrocity of what father had done.
I began to shake. Not from fear but from rage at what had transpired. Rage at father, rage at myself for not having had the courage to destroy the monster when he had assaulted me that fateful night two years ago. It was a mistake to not have killed him when he was unconscious and I vowed not to make the same mistake again.
Soon I heard his footsteps in the stairwell so I turned Sairi around and she started to brush her hair again as if nothing had happened. I faded into the shadows next to the door and waited for father to enter, dagger at the ready. He swung the door open further hiding me from view and walked over to Sairi and kissed her neck. His aura was a mixture of red & black and I knew his death would be a righteous act. The sigil burned brilliantly in my chest, the agony was exquisite and I was close to losing myself in the pain.
In three silent strides I drew up behind him, clasping my left hand over his mouth and the right thrusting the dagger straight into the base of his spine. His scream was muffled as his legs were now useless and he fell back towards me. I guided him away from Sairi, who had frozen in fear, & he collapsed backwards onto the floor, his head cracking loudly against the stone dazing him for a moment. I did not waste the opportunity and jumped atop his chest pinning his arms with my legs. I threw the dagger behind me and wrapped my hands about his neck and began to strangle the life from him.
Father's wits returned and he was able to mutter a spell and free his right hand, the one with the missing middle finger. His aura flared an even deeper crimson and the look of surprise was replaced with one of murderous intent. He raised his hand & acid dripped from it & sizzled on the floor. I avoided his first attempt to grab me but the second he was able to land squarely on the left side of my face. My flesh sizzled and popped as the acid ate into my face and yet that pain paled compared to the agony of the sigil and the depth of my rage. His index finger had crossed my left eye and the vision quickly left it as the acid did its work.
I bore down on his neck even harder, the pain driving me to squeeze with all my might. He tried to incant another spell but I crushed his larynx with my thumbs and soon he could draw no breath at all. Slowly his face went from red to purple and finally blue. I am not entirely sure at what point he die but his body stopped shuddering, his tongue protruded from between his lips and I noticed the pain from the sigil was gone and only the burning of
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22736, "Iaru's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 For Me a Different Path Added Sun Oct 19 22:20:43 2008 at level 10:All was silent but for my ragged breathing. I raised my head and hands towards the sky & gave thanks to the Huntress for the courage & strength she had given me this night. I rose from my father's corpse and stumbled towards Sairi. She was staring at me with shock on her face but her lips moved and I heard her whisper my name. I felt the stinging wounds on my face and knew I must look horrible but I did not confirm it in the mirror. I took Sairi in my arms and hugged her as I have never embraced anyone before. Tear coursed down my cheeks as I begged her forgiveness for not having had the courage to spare her from this fate.
Eventually her limp arms wrapped around me and with one hand she began to stroke my hair, cooing to me in a soft and tender voice as mother would have when we were little. She told me there was nothing to forgive and how grateful she was that I had come back for them all. I choked back my sobs and asked if father had harmed Tyia and Aanet but he had not and for that I was grateful.
Sairi and I gathered up her things and that of our sisters. When they awoke they were shocked by my wounds, so much so that Aanet the youngest, broke into tears. Both embraced me regardless and it was the first time in over two years I felt whole.
I led the four of us to Darsylon and we left our father's house for the last time. None of us would ever return and eventually it was sold to allow my three sisters to begin their own business. Florenalia was overjoyed when we arrived at her home though the look of horror at my facial wounds and the sadness in her eyes when I admitted having slain my own father must have echoed the torment in my own. Still, she was grateful to have her adopted daughters back and begged me to stay with them, that she would find the room.
I thanked her but respectfully declined. I explained that if I had learned anything from this experience, from Fendenalin and Iskavahayan, was that my path in service to Lady Baerinika and the Light had only just begun. I had found the courage and strength I had so desperately needed and if I was able to free others from the tyranny of evil then all the pain I had suffered had been worthwhile after all.
Florenalia embraced me tightly. Her eyes were watery with tears as we separated and she told me I need not fight this battle alone. She told me of the Marans of the Fortress near Voralian City were of like mind and that I should seek them out. She proceeded to pack me some food and water for my journey and I went to console my crying sisters. They begged me not to go but I patiently explained why I must & they agreed but reluctantly. I gave them all a long hug and kiss on the forehead, took the backpack, and set off.
The curse of my father was lifted as was the curse of my beauty. All that was left was the beauty of the Light within. Perhaps I would be able to help the Light in this world to shine just a little brighter.
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22734, "Iaru's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 To Judge & be Judged Added Sat Oct 25 23:26:22 2008 at level 24:I met another Lightwalking assassin today, A Felar name Teferai. Though I am glad to have made his acquaintance the manner in which I did demon- strates a terrible lack of judgment on my part. Teferai was traveling with two others. A gnome shape shifter of no particular importance to this event and an Arial warrior named Callaien who walks in the gloom of Balance.
They found me at the keep of Ceawlin trying to liberate the good people imprisoned within. Though Teferai announced himself the shape shifter started to force his way in and the warrior made allusions to knifing me. I found the acts of the latter two to be hostile and seeing as I was out- numbered and did not know their true intent I decided to make my escape to Seantryn Modan. There I prepared myself to return to the keep and investigate their actions.
Upon my return I caught them resting and somewhat injured and a quick inspection of their equipment showed both wore items tainted with evil though most everything Callaien wore was evil & two pieces on Teferai were dark though the rest was, I must admit in hindsight, capable of being worn by anyone. It was my judgement they had been harming the very prisoners I sought to free & I attacked the two I was able, Teferai and Callaien. If not for the quick actions of the gnome mystically send- ing the other two home they would surely have perished at my blades for I fought exquisitely landing nearly every blow and they few. For an odd reason I did not feel terribly satisfied with my victory and even a small sense of relief that neither had fallen. I was to find out why as Teferai proceeded to verbally assault me as I had them with my blades.
Teferai proclaimed he was in fact a follower of the Light & that Callaien, despite his overwhelmingly dark presence in his evil accoutremonts was in fact of the Balance. My heart twinged with unease but I held steadfast at first. What they wore, their actions at forcing themselves inside the keep. I could not have been wrong. I was careful to inspect them before attacking. Yet I was very much mistaken and Teferai was convinced I was in fact the dark heart. Based on my actions I cannot blame him.
As we parlayed back and forth he convinced me to make an attempt upon Bergh, a wicked Arial assassin who murdered just for the coin in someone's pocket. I made my attempt and we fought back and forth for some time but I could not get past the defenses his formidable equipment provided. I withdrew but the the act of trying to end Bergh seemed to mollify Teferai & he agreed to meet me just outside Lady Baerinika's shrine for a dark-heart could not enter.
We met and the moment Teferai walked in freely I knew the magnitude of my mistake. I knelt before him begging his forgiveness and yielded to him my two greatest weapons, My thin sabre and my rare scimitar called Sandstorm which had been with me for years. The very blades I had used upon him and Callaien. I had drawn innocent blood with both and no longer had the right to wield either. It was a small act of penance but at least it was a start and it pleased Teferai enough that we began to speak in earnest.
I led Teferai to another location that provided safety from dark-hearts & there forgiveness was given which I, both gracious & contrite, r
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22732, "Iaru's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 1 | Total PK Assists   | 1 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.50 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Somewhat Ganky Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.12 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Destroyed By The Honorbound
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22731, "Iaru's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 1 (0 at level 44) | Total PK Losses   | 8 | Total Mob Deaths   | 3 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. warrior   | 1 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. BATTLE   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 0 | VS. Evil   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. warrior   | 2 | VS. anti-paladin   | 2 | VS. assassin   | 1 | VS. shaman   | 2 | VS. shapeshifter   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. BATTLE   | 1 | VS. EMPIRE   | 3 | VS. SCION   | 2 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 2 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 0 | VS. Evil   | 8 |
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22725, "Iaru's PK Deaths"
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PK DeathsOct 27, 2008|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kanaz (100%,KB) Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 40|The Imperial Lands|vs 1: Ikbe (100%,KB) Nov 12, 2008|Lv 41|The Northern Mountains|vs 1: Bonthos (100%,KB) Nov 15, 2008|Lv 44|The Imperial Palace|vs 1: Kruniki (100%,KB) Nov 16, 2008|Lv 44|Balator|vs 1: Shalsad (100%,KB) Nov 17, 2008|Lv 44|Valley of Veran|vs 1: Melertosiceo (100%,KB) Nov 18, 2008|Lv 44|Fortress of Light|vs 2: Alzinghul (76%), Melertosiceo (23%, KB) Nov 19, 2008|Lv 44|Fortress of Light|vs 1: Synthia (100%,KB)
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
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#22724, "Iaru's Leveling"
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Leveling HistoryOct 18, 2008|Lv 2 |Hr 0 | Oct 18, 2008|Lv 3 |Hr 0 | Oct 18, 2008|Lv 4 |Hr 0 |14 Invelpreleg, 7 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 5 |Hr 1 |14 Invelpreleg, 8 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 6 |Hr 1 |15 Invelpreleg, 9 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 7 |Hr 1 |10 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 8 |Hr 1 |14 Eschelian, 10 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 9 |Hr 1 |14 Eschelian, 11 Wexlen, Oct 18, 2008|Lv 10|Hr 2 | Oct 19, 2008|Lv 11|Hr 7 | Oct 19, 2008|Lv 12|Hr 7 | Oct 20, 2008|Lv 13|Hr 8 | Oct 20, 2008|Lv 14|Hr 10 | Oct 20, 2008|Lv 15|Hr 11 | Oct 22, 2008|Lv 16|Hr 17 | Oct 22, 2008|Lv 17|Hr 18 | Oct 22, 2008|Lv 18|Hr 21 | Oct 22, 2008|Lv 19|Hr 23 |24 Dakjarn, 13 Everay, Oct 22, 2008|Lv 20|Hr 24 |24 Dakjarn, 14 Everay, Oct 22, 2008|Lv 21|Hr 25 | Oct 24, 2008|Lv 22|Hr 29 |20 Azahrlan, Oct 24, 2008|Lv 23|Hr 30 |21 Azahrlan, 18 Taldash, Oct 25, 2008|Lv 24|Hr 32 | Oct 26, 2008|Lv 25|Hr 35 |23 Azahrlan, 17 Araroheln, Oct 26, 2008|Lv 26|Hr 36 |24 Azahrlan, 19 Araroheln, Oct 27, 2008|Lv 27|Hr 39 |31 Mrrsk, 27 Azahrlan, Oct 27, 2008|Lv 28|Hr 39 |32 Mrrsk, 28 Azahrlan, Oct 27, 2008|Lv 29|Hr 39 |32 Mrrsk, 29 Azahrlan, Oct 27, 2008|Lv 30|Hr 40 |33 Mrrsk, 30 Azahrlan, Oct 28, 2008|Lv 31|Hr 45 | Oct 29, 2008|Lv 32|Hr 51 |32 Azahrlan, 33 Grig, Oct 30, 2008|Lv 33|Hr 53 |33 Yulel, 32 Salenta, Oct 30, 2008|Lv 34|Hr 54 |33 Yulel, 33 Salenta, Nov 1, 2008 |Lv 35|Hr 62 | Nov 2, 2008 |Lv 36|Hr 65 |31 Skewdge, 23 Delurian, Nov 4, 2008 |Lv 37|Hr 70 |44 Boldinrok, 41 Callaien, Nov 4, 2008 |Lv 38|Hr 71 |44 Boldinrok, 41 Callaien, Nov 7, 2008 |Lv 39|Hr 79 |30 Delurian, 34 Ralmer, Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 40|Hr 82 |45 Boldinrok, 38 Ilvakihj, Nov 8, 2008 |Lv 41|Hr 86 |35 Catast, 33 Demari, Nov 12, 2008|Lv 42|Hr 96 |49 Avarron, 46 Catast, Nov 12, 2008|Lv 43|Hr 96 |49 Avarron, 47 Catast, Nov 15, 2008|Lv 44|Hr 103|42 Edika, 37 Brorandus,
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
Member since 21st Sep 2024
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#22719, "Iaru's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 3700 | Experience from Skill improvements | 13113 | Experience from Exploration | 3600 | Experience from Quests | 15950 | Experience from Commerce | 1065 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sat Oct 18 00:29:00 2008
| Quests Completed   | 12 | Exploration Points Found   | 19 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 2800 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 1 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 28 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 18 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 49 % |
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Death_Angel | Sat 29-Nov-08 09:20 PM |
Member since 21st Sep 2024
17174 posts
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#22720, "Iaru's Cabal Specifics"
In response to Reply #0
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Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 20 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 7 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 21 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 1 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 3 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 6 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 0 |
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