How shall I start
I found out a month ago that I was getting activated to go over seas on march 15th, so many plans I had and they all pretty well got ruined by that (damn national guard ).. anyway, I didnt want to delete so I kinda got a little crazy and wreckless

From the beginning I wanted to heroimm Jhal, I also wanted Zulgh's tattoo, and to perfect assassinate, and to find out the truth behind shadow.. well.. all but two were accomplished I am happy, yet sad to say. Jhalstruvv was pretty well unrivaled in his early years when I wanted to hero and all that, assassinating any whom displeased him or stood in his way, and if I missed the assassinate on someone I disliked I finished the fight and slew them.. but if I missed it on someone I didnt know or really have any hatred for I let them flee. I stayed at 36 for a long time, got bitched at a lot for it but I continued to wrack up my assassinates and roleplay with different people and Zulgh (awsome btw) till I hit about 96%. Then distention kicked in for the first time and I had quite a few heroes..(all heroes) in my range. That is a time when most would have run out and ranked just to get clear of the danger, but Jhalstruvv looked at it a little differently, this was a chance to test himself like he never has before. I went hunting

Well that period is long and drawn out, lots of heroes died, and a few almost took me down, had a few fights with bhagavan, almost killed him a lot but he is a wiry little bastard and he is good, (I tip my hat Bhag) and he lived where a lot of other heroes didnt

After that I decided I might as well start ranking again since assassinate was two percent from perfection.. my first attempt at getting a rank to get all the now present and even more coming along hero marans out of my range didnt go so good.. Alnallander and Cuvitar got the jump on me under water and I lost that set which I had been gathering for so long.. (you cant even imagine how awsome that set was, the only thing I didnt have that I wanted was the heart of brimstone) ran back, barely anything there.. recall;quit

come back a few days later and decide to take revenge, Alnallander falls violently and silently and Cuvitar deletes.. finally gain my ranks and get up to 44, perfect assassinate and begin to roleplay towards finding out whats up with shadow and the empire

then I get the orders..

well, this is where I went suicidal, griimbling knows.. I went after sylvans a lot.. not succeeding much cause I would stalk once or twice and try them.. over and over, just stupid ####, cause what is the point of heroing a character and imming him if you are going over seas for a year

well, I con died.. my last death is not what I wanted AT ALL!!

I prayed for a week on and off in zulgh's shrine, wishing to give my soul to his axe so jhalstruvv's malevolence as he saw it, could live on.. but never got anything out of that and finally a hero storm giant healer whom I pissed off back in the day decided he wanted revenge.. I didnt even bother trying to fight back or run, just wanted it over.. so tired... soooo tired (hehe)

but well.. thats Jhal's life


Goodbyes (not going to post to many cause I am not really gonna have the time to reply cause I have two days left stateside.. but if you want to share some memorable moments I will try to read them before I leave.. and even if I dont get to read them.. please feel free to state your opinions, good or bad)


Zulgh... Man, you are a tough cookie, unspeakably impecable roleplay, you wont give anything to anyone that is not diserved in the least.. wouldnt even tell my about your tattoo.. I think I found all the uses but probably not, I am honored that you chose me good enough to mark me and I thank you for all the roleplay, also if you wanna give me a holla my email is at the bottom, I would like to hear what your plans are on the ongoing quests and what not, and dont worry bout me ruining any suprises, im done with this awsome game for at least a year if not forever.. it is so hard to pull away and I take this as my chance to try to leave

Intronan... Suprised me when you were waiting for me in the bar, did I impress you at all? I would sure hope so, since my last char was a follower of yours (raven of the wilds..)

Kastyllyn and Thror.. I like how you two work together, one with honey and the other with a fist.. and thats to those you are happy with

Nighthawk... My hats off to ya *wink*

To all the mortals..

if I interacted with you at all, even just a little.. than I was either impressed or satisfied with your roleplay or pking ability.. those that I just snorted in contempt towards and walked away from have somethin to work on.. I wont really say any goodbyes but I have my memories and what not from all the interactions..

evil or good, I tried to talk and roleplay before I killed, sometimes even marans (though I would kill then roleplay a lot with you guys once you were ghosts)


NbM... aka Chris Willig aka
Lokaoan, Duasgel, Aubuaia, Vhengret Satampra, Gegreigar, Jhalstruvv
signing off

cmwillig@hotmail.com


here is Jhal's role




<205/510hp 343m 577mv> <26345 7 AM civilized> role
Your role is:
Added Tue Sep 17 19:18:04 2002 at level 7:

The soft and quiet constant drumming of ancient wrinkled fingers that still
appear to be delicate is the only noise heard in the audience chamber, though
thirty stand in attendance, ranging from young, to old, male and female alike
(suprisingly enough) some priestesses, some warriors, and some mages of
unknown power and ability. Each one stands in absolute silence in a large
half circle around a form seated behind a long curved desk covered with
various spiders, some moving, some appearing to be statues. She is old
beyond old, the epitome of ancient knowledge, wrinkles cover her body where
fine black silk laces does not. Covering her face is a mask of dark obsidian
whose features are turned up in a sneer of contempt. Upon each hand adorns a
ring, to his eyes they each glow with a magical power except one, the wring
of the first house which is worn on the finger the humans call the ring
finger on her left hand. He had been thinking too many thought associated
with humans as of late, but it was to be expected from the training he had
experienced. The sudden silence, absence of lightly drumming fingers snapped
him away from his personal thoughts and back to the situation at hand.
Silence wafted through the gathering for only a brief moment before a voice
that had the sound of a dagger being lightly dragged across stone filled the
chamber.



"The training is completed, you each have your objectives, and those of you
that have not reasoned out what your objectives are shall be filled in, with
a bit of a penalty of course"

She laughed raspingly and he winced at this, he knew too little to ponder on
the ending of what his training might be, he was to go to the surface that
was positive, and he had been trained to kill with the ease one might
consider walking, along with a few lessons of ancient knowledge and
leadership. However, he had thought often, and come to the same wall each
time. And for this he knew he would find pain before he was sent forth, and
for this he had winced.

"My daughters, you may go, you know what to do and when.. Leave my sight!"

Her voice could hold a cold and very sharp edge when she was angered, though
he knew not why she was angered. His head rose again and when he realized
that there were near to seven females gone he almost gaped out in the open.
The old one was sending almost her whole house of females away for this,
great plans surely were in the making, why was he present he could not be
that good



"The rest of you, well yes, you may all leave as well.. but you, assassin,
you I will have one final word with"

This time shock did find its way to his features, more shock than he had let
show in a long long time. Stepping forward slowly he began to bow, and
suddenly something gripped him and forced him to straighten, crushing him
none to gently. This went on for longer than he could imagine, though he knew
not how long for the one behind the desk made no movement or sound. Then as
suddenly he could breath without straining again and move his arms.

"You, my child of death, my child of heralding, my child of knowledge and
great becomings and even greater endings, you know what you must do?"

He shook his head ever so slightly, and with that motion the pain and
crushing returned almost ten fold, as did a multitude of images that filled
his brain. Swords and daggers finding the backs and throats of elves, and
humans alike, storm giants falling to his blade, him coming from the depths
of a mountain cave with an army of drow at his back, him seeking the one who
could guide him in his life of sunlight filled days and this one being larger
and greater than any other, this one with a flaming crown on his head, many
other visions followed, some lost in the pain, others only halfway
remembered.



"You know now, child of silence?"

It was a simple question, simply asked and simply answered with the ever so
slight nod of his head.

"Excellent, child of my loins, now be gone"

That last light statement had his knees shaking as he stumbled from the
chamber, followed by the rasping voice of the one whom he had always thought
of a tyranic overlord and never suspected even the slightest that she might
be his mother.
He was still shaking as he made his solitary journey through the first
tunnels of the underdark, weapons at his sides and little known of map in his
hands. He was still shaking when he finally emerged, weeks later, from the
depth of a cave on the mountain side and looked down upon a distant cluster
of lights and up at the distant faint lights in the sky. His eyes had been
trained for the past mellenia for the light, he hoped that they could handle
the day if the night was this brilliantly bright. Slowly he began to move
towards the distant fires of some walled city, moving cautiously and silently
as he watched all about him to learn more of where it was he now lived, he


also began to silently speak to himself in the tongue the humans used.

Added Fri Jan 24 03:05:03 2003 at level 40:
As if in water, the drow spins deftly behind the lumboring minotaur so very
slowly, both their movements teasingly slow. As the minotaur falls foward
over his sliced abdomen, the dark skinned elf flipps his long blade over in a
gloved fist and slams it into the base of the cows spine with a sickeningly
precise thud. Stepping back quickly so as not to soil his boots with the
blood of the beast, the dark-elf wears a certain recognition of something
upon his ebony face.. a certain understanding seems to lighten his eyes.
Quickly before any passerbys notice the body, the drow darts past the corpes
ripping his blade free as he moves into the nearest shadows and disappears
from sight, at least from the sight of non trained eyes.
For some time, the ebony elf sits at the edge of the shadows.. twin orbs the
color of a clouded sunrise stare silently from the darkness, perhaps studying
the body of the fallen minotaur.. or perhaps studying some inner thoughts or
turmoil, such is uncertain to any whom catch a glipse of the icy stare.
Suddenly the orbs are gone, and back again.. a strange and unnatural thing..
a blink, they have not done such for many years.. but the suprise of an
enlightenment of the art, the last enlightenment has suprised even the icyly
stoic drow enough to blink without control.. just once.'Then, as suddenly as
they disappeared an reappeared from the blink, they are gone in entirety




Many of the Humans years have passed, since last he tred warily from the last
cave into the moonlight, many years for a human, but a breath for the drow.
The dreams that once had awakened him sweating from fitful sleep and had
disappeared once the crown of fire was found.. perhaps a profits dreams..
have returned.. this time they are slightly different.
Many dark silent nights he has awoken suddenly to remember the last flitting
images of dreams that not many a mortal should dare remember, dreams of ebony
skinned assassins following the mark of the flaming crown silently as shadows
where ever they are led, entwined with images of the mark of an almost
translucent ruby scarab upon what could only be described as a church or
temple that is nothing but shadows float infront of his vision, slowly
beckoning the crown bearer onward into darkness.. the feelings of a trap
scream in the dream, yet a trap that will either destroy him, or allow him to
find the final path that is needed for the rulership which is destined.. once
in a while the dreams fade and a weak, almost transluscent vision of his face
float behind the city of menzoborranzen and many a dark-elf look to that face
in worship.. though this last has the feel of something that is barely
tangible.. almost nonexistant in any feasable way, and yet the vision is
seen.

Good job. Looking back, apparently I've interacted with quite a few of your characters. Stay safe.

I didn't get to interact with you as much as I would've liked, but I was always wary of you - you were a very skilled assassin, which made you quite dangerous in my mind. I certainly wanted you for an ally rather than an enemy. Good job, and it's too bad you had to end it so soon, but I know what that's like - believe me As a fellow servicemember, I salute you.


Darian

Always interesting to talk to you. Liked the character and the overt menace that I saw when you dealt with others. Always wondered what you planned for yourself after heroing, sorry it didn't work out.

Be safe on duty.

I enjoyed our few interactions, but sadly enough we didn't seem to overlap as far as playing times went. Good luck eating sand.

I think most of your characters in the past really sucked and i'm sort of suprised you are even old enough to be in the military (which sort of scares me). It was evident that you didn't, infact, have this character planned from the start. In your early days your roleplay as well as pk, were simply horrific. Hope you learned something this time around. And for the love of God stop spamming people.

I would like to think that I was one of the few mortals that had
a pretty good bond with you.

I remember the very very first time we met. I was in the battlefield
ranking and you came in and started stalking one of my
groupmates. You got pissed that I ruined your hunt and we got
in a minor pissing contest that went something kinda like..

"You watch your back"

"No YOU watch YOUR back"

"Stupid drow"

"Stupid human"

Obviously it was nothing like that. But at the end of that little
duel of insults I got to thinking. What the hell am I going to do?
I can either rob this guy every once in awhile and fear while I rank and he is hiding in some tree...... or... I can ..

I chose the latter. And when all was said and done and after
I got to know you a bit I think I made the right decision. I always
hoped that whenever I started tossing you eq that somehow
it would payoff and you would find me one of my precious
precious Gaidin medallions...but oh well. It was fun interacting
with you even though I cant stand visual tells.

Good luck overseas bro, come back with a vengeance.

Gastaad

Good job all around. I merely checked in to pay my respects, because Intronan may have been a Lord of battle, and may not have agreed with much of what your character believed, but he still keeps tabs on the assassin guild, his guild. Just wanted to pop in and let you know that as an assassin, you were doing a good, and interesting job.

Great job Jhal. Always had a lot of fun interacting with you.

I appreciate your service for our freedom, Chris.

*waves*

Gegreigar, my friend! Had a blast fighting and interacting with you as Llohuir. Damn those cranials and special guards, wondered where you went with him, till I saw you at the graveyard.

Heh never knew it was you as Jhalstruvv. In all my life, I don't think I've seen anyone with Zulg's tattoo. When I noticed your title, I think - this guy sure is one tuff player and character, becoz from what I hear, Zulg is a meanie. He doesn't tattoo unless he *knows* you well enough and deserve every bit of it.

Drow assassin is not easy with all with the Marans/Sylvans and Mithrils lying around. Anyway, I gave up with a drow assassin when he reached rank 36. Too much a hassle and too much penalty points, plus with a mob death it gets real boring (that was before the new Death came about). Hats off that you can pull this one off, makes me wanna roll up a drow A-P and see how much I can take it. I've not seen one beyond 35 for a long time, since an Entropy Drow A-P quite a year back.

As for you job, best wishes to you. You'll be back I'm sure. I've given up fighting the urge and just let it be. We always come back, it's a conspiracy.

>I found out a month ago that I was getting activated to go
>over seas on march 15th, so many plans I had and they all
>pretty well got ruined by that (damn national guard )..
>anyway, I didnt want to delete so I kinda got a little crazy
>and wreckless

Thank you for protecting us, that we may continue to play this game, and drink beer, and burninate things.

>From the beginning I wanted to heroimm Jhal, I also wanted
>Zulgh's tattoo, and to perfect assassinate, and to find out
>the truth behind shadow.. well.. all but two were accomplished
>I am happy, yet sad to say.

Pity you couldn't stick around to heroimm, I think you'd have done well.

>I prayed for a week on and off in zulgh's shrine, wishing to
>give my soul to his axe so jhalstruvv's malevolence as he saw
>it, could live on.. but never got anything out of that and
>finally a hero storm giant healer whom I pissed off back in
>the day decided he wanted revenge.. I didnt even bother trying
>to fight back or run, just wanted it over.. so tired... soooo
>tired (hehe)

That blows (this being the first I've heard about it), I've been having a hellacious schedule at work for the last couple weeks, and it's not getting any better. I think I've probably logged 2 hours total in that time where I was actually active and paying attention. I probably would have done something for you.

>Zulgh... Man, you are a tough cookie, unspeakably impecable
>roleplay, you wont give anything to anyone that is not
>diserved in the least.. wouldnt even tell my about your
>tattoo.. I think I found all the uses but probably not, I am
>honored that you chose me good enough to mark me and I thank
>you for all the roleplay, also if you wanna give me a holla my
>email is at the bottom, I would like to hear what your plans
>are on the ongoing quests and what not, and dont worry bout me
>ruining any suprises, im done with this awsome game for at
>least a year if not forever.. it is so hard to pull away and I
>take this as my chance to try to leave

Yes...very few have had my tattoo, and there is one thing I can say with certainty, I don't regret tattooing any of them. I watched when I could (which wasn't often enough), and always found you to be doing a fine job. At the beginning, when you told me your story and where you wanted to go, I was a bit intrigued...and at the same time...wondering if this isn't the same crap I've heard from others before that goes nowhere. You stuck with your role and kept plodding along to the end, and I appreciate that.

I wish I could have done something for you at the end. I liked the character. Good luck with your future.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Neat role/character, and well-played. I had to revise a few of my assumptions about the effectiveness of dark-elf assassins in various ways after seeing you in action. Definitely a lot of style, all around.

A comment on distention, both for your enlightenment and anyone else who's wondering, "Hey, just how far can I get with an assassin?" Strangest damn thing I ever saw: after you had been sitting at 36 for a while, your p-file corrupted. The thing was, it didn't go in a way that made your file unparseable by the mud and your character unplayable, which is what usually happens -- the part that keeps track of your PKing, and only that part, was very, very messed up. As a result, distention didn't set in until I noticed and fixed the file (which is probably why you logged in one day to find yourself very distended all at once).