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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4802, "[FORTRESS] Ahelun the Avenger of the Righteous, Holy Knight of the Muse"
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Ahelun the Avenger of the Righteous, Holy Knight of the Muse
DescriptionA small, horribly deformed being stands before you. His bald misshapen head is covered in scars leisions and appears to even have dents in places. This poor horrifying creature exudes a nearly palpable aura of disquiet. Is it his off-kilter blue gaze, peering out of that wretchedly scarred face, piercing as an arrow and cold as ice? Maybe it's his armor and weaponry, dented, well used and spattered with dried droplets of blood. Perhaps it's simply his way of standing very close to you and not moving, clearly listening to a sound that seems to be unheard by anyone around him.
His arms, wrists and hands are criss-crossed with large scars, carved into a delicate pattern from an unknown source. The rest of him is also terribly scarred. Burns, gouges, even the odd bite mark are clear on his maimed frame. Both arms and legs seem to almost be crooked from having been broken multiple times, and his cold blue eyes seem to radiate some inner torment and yet at the same time exhultation. His grace is still evident, despite his surface deformaties. He seems almost to have ceased his healing at a certain point, desiring the physical markings of his injuries. Even healed many of the scars seem livid and still fresh. Slender yet muscular in the way of the elves, his stance is that of a panther coiled and ready to strike. A panther made all the more dangerous by his obvious disease.
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Level | 51 | Sex | male | Race | elf | Ethos | Neutral | Align | Good | Class | paladin | Practices | 1 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Galadon | Exp | 705300 | To Level | 31500 | Sphere | Beauty | Age middle-aged, 596 years old (279 hours) | Hit Points | 570 | Mana | 798 | Movement | 746 | Strength | 17 | Intelligence | 25 | Wisdom | 21 | Dexterity | 23 | Constitution | 3 | Charisma | 20 | Carry # | 1/35 | Carry Weight | 29 lb 15 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 100 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 1,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 11,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 10,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 9,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 8,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 7,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 6,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 5,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 4,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 3,
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Ahelun's Role Chapter 2,
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Ahelun's Immortal Comments,
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Ahelun's Gank-O-Meter,
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Ahelun's PK Statistics,
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Ahelun's Cabal Powers List,
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Ahelun's Supplication List,
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Ahelun's Statistics,
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Ahelun's Skill List,
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Ahelun's Title History,
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Ahelun's Timeline,
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Ahelun's Cabal Specifics,
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Ahelun's Class Specifics,
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
Member since 17th May 2024
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#4814, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 a final work Added Sun Mar 6 21:34:08 2005 at level 51:***Here hangs a truly horrific and disturbing painting. The main focus of the painting is a naked, maimed elflord. His pale skin is covered in horrible deep gouges and blood streams freely from many wounds upon his body. Clutched in both of his hands is an immense sword of unknown origin, the blade wreathed in a searing black fire. Around this elf beings cavort and fight, twist about each other in a dance of death. Looking closer at the beings you notice they appear to be devils and angels, the like of which you have never seen before. The angels are hideous and mangled, their visages that of long dead cherubs. Tattered wings and faces twisted up into hatred adorn the angels. The devils by contrast are beautiful, stunning really. Perfect faces and bodies the Lords themselves may very well kill to posess, the seduction of man is clear within their slanted red eyes. Around and around the elf they cavort the devils cajoling, the angels commanding, and as they war with each other the elf clearly wars within himself. As you think on this troubling message, you catch the painting from another light and it seems there are two dark eyes amidst the darkness above this figure, watching all with a patience and love and hunger for the struggle this being wages constantly, without and within. Those unblinking dark eyes captivate and enthrall you...***
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
Member since 17th May 2024
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#4824, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 11"
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RoleChapter 11 A story told by a child. Added Sat Nov 13 22:25:11 2004 at level 1:A tale told by a child. A tale told by a child.
Once, there was a little boy. He was born to a loving family, who lived in a big house in the trees and had everything he wanted growing up. Nobody was ever mean to him and everyone liked him and wanted to be his friend.
God how he loathed them all.
Not a one of them could see the things the little boy saw. None of them could hear the songs that he could hear. nobody else savored the same smells. Was it the boys fault that he could see the spirits of the dead as they let go of the mortal coil and drifted off, perfect in their beauty? Was it his fault the siren songs of the death rattle made his contemporaries shudder with revulsion, rather than make their hearts sing with joy? The smells of decay were to him as the smells of a fresh spring day were to his companions. Why then, did his worship of the beauty he alone could see shock others? His folk were taught to revere death, and yet he was shunned and punished for doing just that. One day, the boy had an epiphany.
His folk FEARED death! They did not hold it in reverence as they all claimed, they held it in pure naked terror. His disgust for their cowardice grew daily, gnawing at his gut. But one day, the little boy was not so little. One day the little boy was no longer held down by the constraints of his family. One day, the little boy heard of a place where those who may be his true kindred went to find their spiritual path....and he lived happily ever after.
Until he died.
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
Member since 17th May 2024
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#4823, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 10"
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RoleChapter 10 A tale told to a child Added Sat Nov 27 23:53:57 2004 at level 13:A tale told to a child
Once, there was a young girl. Her name has long since been lost to the sands of time, but for our purposes we'll call her "She". She was good, and virtuous and full of all of the things people are told are important in the world. She lived a good and virtuous life, doing good deeds, helping those less fortunate and denying the call of the flesh to commit sin.
One day She was walking home, and saw a snake in the grass. An ox-cart had run it over, and the snake lay like a broken stick cast to the side of the road. So the woman took the serpent home with her, and bundled it up int he finest blanket in her home. For weeks She would hold the snake close to her bosom, using her own body to keep the beast warm. Fat grubs she would bring from the garden, to hand feed them to the mangled snake.
After time the snake grew fat and complacent. One night the woman approached him, and he rolled over, anticipating another fine meal. The woman smiled, atsroked the snakes head once, and lopped off his head with a cleaver. That evening, She dined on some of the best snake soup She had ever had. Why, do you ask, did She do this? Sometimes, a seeming act of kindness is nothing more than practicality, and those who seem to be the devourers, are themselves devoured.
The moral you ask? Few things are as they seem, and complacency kills.
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4821, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 8"
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RoleChapter 8 See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil. Added Sat Dec 11 16:22:05 2004 at level 30:***A carefully sculpted bit of fleshworking lays before you. At first glance, it appears to be no more than a circle of mutilated bodies. However as you look closer you notice the careful and precise positioning of the limbs and bodies. You recognize two of the corpses.
The corpse of Skologar the fire giant has his hands firmly held in place over his mouth, his own dagger pinning them there and exiting the back of his head.
The second is the bruised and bloated corpse of Slyphur. You notice his hands are held in place over his eyes, a barbed whip having been tied around his head to hold them in place.
The third and final corpse has been mangled beyond recognition, but you notice Imperial emblems on his armor and clothing. His identity however has been lost due to his decomposition, and you realize he must have been the first to fall. His hands have each been nailed in place firmly over his ears.
Each corpse is positioned to have the top of it's head firmly inside of the rear end of the corpse above it, creating a perfect circle of death, dark humor, and art. ***
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4818, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 A tale overheard in a tavern Added Sun Jan 2 06:44:39 2005 at level 47:A tale overheard in a tavern...
So yeah, thats what I were sayin, Eshval. Wazzat? Naw, I aint never heard of no paladin what followed her, but I'll tell ya what I DID hear, iffn you wanna maybe buy a fella some ale.
Ahh, goddamn thats some good cold ale, just like momma usedta make it. Oh right, your story. Well lemmie start by sayin I dunno the guy what started this story, but my cousins sisters uncle knew someone what was there for it and SWEARS it really happened. What? How the hell should I know when, you wanna shut up and lemmie tell my story? Ok thanks...
See, once upon a time, there was this guy. he was the Captain of some Fortress thing out in the mountains. Huh? Yeah, that may be the one, now shut up and lemmie finish. So's this guys name were Noref or somesuch. Well this Norbert fella did somethin to one of Eshvals kids...What? No I dunno who the father was, now you want me to finish the story? Okay then. Anyways, if you know anythin about the Muse, you know the only thing she loves more'n a good slaughter is her children. So she decided to give this Nubob guy some payback, and have a laugh at the same time.
So Eshval slipped somethin in the stream what feeds the fountain in that Fortress. Nothin fatal mind ya, a'cause the Skyborn woulda noticed. This was purifyin type water, but since what she put in it weren't REAL poison, Shokai aint noticed. So the whole damn Fortress came down with stomach cramps, and the one what had em the worst since he spent all his time hidin inside was this Nareb guy. Wazzat? No, I dunno what she put in their water, prolly some of that swill Olin sells and tries to pass off as wine. HA!
So's Eshval disguised herself as a travellin gypsy, and came calling on the Fortress. She convinced the fella at the gate she was just lookin for a place to shelter for the night, since it were snowin outside. That night over dinner, Eshval were tellin her hosts what she does for a livin, and mentioned she could help cure the ills of any who may need her, in payment for her nights shelter. Well, bein the kinda guy this Norbert were, he made a big show of not acceptin nothin for her shelter, then had a squire go and get her from her room later that night. He said he wanted to try out her folk remedy for his upset stomach but "didn't wanna risk anyone else, so he was willin to try it first".
Wha? Yeah I know. Lyin shite. Anyways, Eshval said she'd be glad to and gave Nafer an "examination" and after she were done she told em he was carryin a baby! Well Nurfe was what we'll call....trustin. Yeah, I guess gullible would be another word for it, now lemmie finish. So she tells Naref everyone in the Fort is feelin his pain and thats why theys all sick, but it were just him whats havin a baby. So she convinced him the only way ta get the baby out, were to use this special oil she had, to help ease the babies passage out. Huh? Oh yeah, thats where the oil went alright. Yeech.
So anyways, Eshval gave Narew the "cure" right up the wazoo. Then she grabbed the biggest cork she could find and stoppered em up. Then she painted his arse purple, and left him layin facedown on his bed. Huh? I dunno why purple, maybe she just likes purple. Now shut the hell up already and lemmie finish! So Narefs layin there, oil up his
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4816, "Ahelun's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 The cleansing of Udgaard Added Tue Feb 1 17:23:27 2005 at level 51:***Your attention is drawn to a thick black plume of smoke, rising from the mountains to the north. As you draw closer to the source you see the wasted gates of Udgaard laying open. The only sound to be heard is the gentle crackle of flames, the barking of dogs, and the quiet chant of the child-priests of this benighted city. Looking through the gates you see a huge funeral pyre, upon which are heaped the corpses of the entire population of the town. Throwing the bodies upon the fire is a man swathed in black robes. As his robes part during his movements, you see golden plate armor beneath the robes, bearing the mark of the Phoenix upon them. Aiding him in his task are one or two kindly looking folk from the town. For the time being at least, you sense the taint lifted from this city, despite the streets and gutters being choked with drying blood and gore. Sticking up out of the center of the darkened altar to the twisted gods of evil is a large two handed sword made of green crystal, thrust cleanly through the cold marble. The sword appears to be elven in design and craft, delicate and deadly. ***
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4812, "Ahelun's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 20 | Total PK Assists   | 15 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 2.14 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Hides Behind Allies Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.48 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Sat 19-Mar-05 11:00 PM |
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#4811, "Ahelun's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 20 (7 at level 51) | Total PK Losses   | 31 | Total Mob Deaths   | 39 | # of Assassination Deaths   | 3 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. thief   | 2 | VS. warrior   | 9 | VS. anti-paladin   | 1 | VS. assassin   | 2 | VS. necromancer   | 2 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 3 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 10 | VS. FORTRESS   | 1 | VS. EMPIRE   | 7 | VS. SCION   | 2 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 1 | VS. Neutral   | 1 | VS. Evil   | 18 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. thief   | 7 | VS. warrior   | 6 | VS. anti-paladin   | 3 | VS. assassin   | 4 | VS. necromancer   | 2 | VS. bard   | 3 | VS. shaman   | 3 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 2 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 16 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 3 | VS. BATTLE   | 2 | VS. EMPIRE   | 7 | VS. SCION   | 2 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 4 | VS. Evil   | 27 |
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