Sat Jul 12 11:23:11 2003
At 4 o'clock PM, Day of Deception, 2nd of the Month of the Spring
on the Theran calendar Yllorok perished, never to return.
Race:duergar
Class:shaman
Level:42
Alignment:Evil
Ethos:Orderly
Cabal:EMPIRE, the Empire
Age:102
Hours:106
PK Ratio:86% (closer to 100% is better)

Well, what can I say except that one critical decision in this character’s life ruined it all. That decision was taking the bloodoath. Yllorok was a shaman of Beroxxus who wanted to spread pain and suffering by achieving a position of great standing (leader of a cabal – specifically Tribunal or Empire) and then taking the world in a choke hold. I think the role and my enjoyment would have been greater as a Tribunal, but Vidros offered me an easy bloodoath so I took it.

I died in pk situations three times, but Hukalon was the only one to kill me solo (see log on Dioxide’s). I got cocky and figured him for a fool that wouldn’t find me where I ran to. Had I worded I’d not have died. Then a gang of 50, including Azharadon, Jirash, Ahtanri, Urtzaol, and Vansia killed me in a raid and then again in what was one of the dumbest plans in history. That plan was “let’s sit on the Western Aryth and wait for somebody to peak out of the Tower and then summon them and kill them.” Yeah, I ended up getting summoned and boulder/cheapshotted to death.

With the rise of Astilamos every ounce of enjoyment I derived from being an Imperial was shot. I had absolutely zero respect for him as Wilhath because he rank sat at 40th while the rest of us were multi-killed. The anger carried over to Yllorok and all but sealed the deletion.

Sure, I could’ve become anathema and pursued other avenues but in the past anathema haven’t had a lot of success getting into other cabals so I decided to just throw in the towel.

Goodbyes:

EMPIRE

Smonund – You seem to have your good days and your bad days, but then I guess we all do. At times you seemed to have it straight and at other times twisted. We worked fairly well as a team, but you’ve really gotta think about your plans. Sitting on the Western Aryth was dumb.

Haaslett – Yllorok viewed your not being raised to Emperor as a failure on your part. The Divine Sect leads in donations so you should have been the obvious choice. That the sect leader of the sect with the lowest donations was raised to Emperor says a lot about the quality of the current sect leaders. You need to grow a backbone as far as leadership is concerned. I’d have warred on the Shadow Sect at GO!, but you decided to be diplomatic and “discuss it with the Shadow Lord. Of course, you’re a Khasotholas follower so I guess I should expect a greater level of diplomacy than from a Beroxxus follower.

Astilamos – You make an ok Emperor, but a piss poor leader. Declarations of war should be done at the doorstep of the opposing cabal right before you take their item, not while you sit on your ass expecting other people to go endanger themselves for you. Of course, that’s just a continuation of your MO from my time as Wilhath. As an Emperor you’re either respected or not and I can’t see you being respected if you continue as you have been.

Sevarecan – You made a fine ranking partner. I respect somebody who joins a cabal knowing they’re not going to get much in the way of powers. Good work.

Demandroiv – See Sevarecan.

Few of the rest of you had much of an impact on me honestly. You do what you do, some well some not. Enjoy.

FORTRESS

Jirash – You talked a lot of smack about me when you thought I was a gangbanger because I was an Imperial. Your bias is showing. When I killed you alone in Velkyn Oloth it shut your pie hole. A shining achievement for me.

Anlon – Your allies say you’re a beast. All I ever saw you as was a corpse.

Rehmorez – hahahahahahah…Air/Offense? How unique.

I can’t think of anybody else who really showed me anything. Most of you just throw yourselves at the Vanquisher and end up dying for it.

WARLOCK

Invoker Squad - Predictable. When a shaman successfully retrieves by himself against two invokers higher rank than he…well yeah. All I had to do is summon in some mobs to the Angel and I knew you’d use an area spell. Game over.

IMMORTALS

Beroxxus – The empowerment was great. I never got a clear indication what you were wanting from me for the tattoo. I had some plans that I never got a chance to see to fruition. I wanted to fill every room of the Fortress with plagued mobs but never had a chance while there was a necromancer or anti-paladin (for sleep) around.

Khasotholas – I assume I pleased you. It’s unfortunate that my enjoyment of Empire and the character was sapped by the circumstances. I’m sure I could have done more for you.

Nobody else really played a role.

It’s time for me to play something other than Empire. The Fortress needs a clue tactics wise, maybe I’ll go that route. Or perhaps I’ll end up in the law cabal which has been a favorite haunt since 1996.

My goal with Yllorok was to prove to myself that I didn’t suck in pk as much as Wilhath made it seem. I think I did that.

desc + You set your gaze upon a stout, ebon-skinned figure clad in
desc + priestly attire. He stands approximately five feet tall and
desc + probably weighs nearly 200 pounds. He has no recognizable
desc + neck and his head rests like a boulder on his broad shoulders.
desc + His hair is long, but extremely thin giving it a patchy look.
desc + His scalp is horribly scarred as are his forearms and legs.
desc + His eyebrows are extremely thick thinning only slightly where
desc + they meet over his nose. His eyes are a pale yellow and are
desc + separated by a broad nose with cavernous nostrils. A thick,
desc + greasy beard hangs from his face ending just above his navel
desc + where it is cut into three triangular points. He is powerfully
desc + built, but overweight by normal human standards.

role + **********=====BELIEFS=====**********
role + Yllorok was orphaned at birth. Some say his first kill was
role + his own mother and, to some extent, he is glad they say it.
role + It's something he takes some degree of pride in; that he had
role + destroyed as early as his first breaths. He lives for bringing
role + suffering to others, for sharing his own turmoil with as many
role + as possible. He aims to take a position of great power so that
role + he can breed frustration and contempt and squeeze every ounce
role + of hope from the populace as if he had his hands around their
role + collective throat. He would rule over a broken world, a world
role + where the people are too downtrodden to rise up against him, a
role + world where the people accept their destruction like a beaten
role + dog cowering in the presence of its master.
role +
role + **********=====BIRTH=====**********
role + The enslaved druids muttered to themselves. It had been a
role + long time since they had seen the greenery of the land far
role + overhead, the wildlife they held so dear, and the moon. Oh
role + how they longed to see the moon. They could still sense it
role + so they knew at least what phase it was in, but not being
role + able to see it had broken their spirit.
role +
role + They had been rendered nearly useless, which suited their
role + captors just fine as a druid too beaten to cast their fiery
role + seeds or plant their sharp thorns was a druid they could
role + make use of. They still had their knowledge, of course,
role + and it was this that the duergar wanted.
role +
role + Druids made excellent midwives. For a long time the duergar
role + had been plagued by children born still. They saw it as a
role + sign of weakness, but a few were wise enough to know it was
role + probably something else. They were the ones who had captured
role + and enslaved the druids. Since their arrival no child had been
role + still-born.
role +
role + The birth of Yllorok was only slightly unusual. He was born
role + on the last Day of Deception in the Month of Futility. They
role + couldn't know for sure, but the druids believed that the
role + Sentinel of Order held both the Celestial Eye and The Burning
role + Ring. They took this as a bad omen. The child would likely
role + take a place of power over many others and rule tyrannically.
role + A second bad omen came when Yllorok's mother died in child-
role + birth.
role +
role + Some said the newborn clung to his mother's innards as he was
role + born, dragging her guts out along with him. Others said he had
role + kicked her so long and so hard that deep bruising and bleeding
role + caused her demise. Still others said his mother's death was the
role + the doing of Shokai as retribution for her unleashing such a
role + menace unto the world. Only the druids knew the truth and they
role + weren't telling.
role +
role + **********=====TRAINING=====**********
role + Orphaned at birth, Yllorok was given no choice but to be taken
role + in by the duergar armies. He was trained in combat, strategy,
role + interrogation, and torture. Yllorok reveled in the pain he
role + endured as well as that which he inflicted. If a prisoner held
role + secrets Yllorok was called upon to get at them. He did this for
role + many years and was considered a prodigy of sorts. It was as if
role + he was born attuned to suffering and turmoil. He could take a
role + man to their breaking point so that only death promised sweet
role + release. Under these conditions most would share their inner
role + most secrets willingly.
role +
role + Many believed he had been gifted by the dark gods. Seeing him
role + as a possible weapon, the duergar king demanded that he enter
role + the unholy priesthood and so he did. He took to the ways of
role + the shaman as he took to breathing upon birth. His given duty
role + was to bring the world under his, and by extension the King's,
role + dominion. How he did so was entirely up to him.
role +
role + **********=====EMPIRE=====**********
role + Yllorok regretted his decision almost immediately after reciting
role + the bloodoath. One part struck him as untrue as he repeated the
role + words that Vidros spoke. His soul was damned, he knew it and his
role + Lord knew it. It did not belong to the Empire, it belonged to his
role + Lord. When he was vanquished it would not haunt the halls of the
role + Palace, it would be beside his Lord in the Abyss bringing pain
role + and punishment onto those who had not gained the enlightenment
role + that he enjoyed. Though he regretted his decision, he accepted it.
role + One more piece of evidence, he thought, that he was damned.
role +
role + Others immediately lorded themselves over him. He had expected
role + as much, but this did nothing to decrease the bite of it. He saw
role + only one way to make the best of things and that was to make his
role + worth known so that he would rise through the ranks. Once at the
role + top he fully intended on making suffer those who had been foolish
role + enough to think themselves better than he. Of course, that had
role + been his intent from the start. He had always planned on being
role + the Emperor, or Provost Magistrate, or Chancellor for only from
role + those seats could he spread his bile and pain to the farthest
role + reaches of the land. Now, however, his ascension through the
role + ranks took on a sense of urgency.
role +
role + It was not long before he rose above being a simple Bloodoath.
role +
role + Yllorok advanced far in the Empire, in his guild, and spiritually
role + over the many years since taking the Blood Oath. It still gnawed
role + at his mind each time the novitiate guard of the Divine Sect had
role + him repeat the Oath, but seeing it as a means to an end he always
role + gave the correct reply.
role +
role + However, his progress on many fronts had hit roadblocks and grown
role + stagnant. He could advance no farther up the Imperial hierarchy
role + without first stepping on the High Priest. He had no qualms about
role + this. The Divine Sect lead the Empire in donations and yet the
role + Immortal Lords of Empire saw fit to raise a Black instead. Yllorok
role + sees this as failure on the part of Haaslett. The Divine Sect
role + did what it was supposed to do; donate more than the rest, but the
role + High Priest failed to carry it to the Throne. The Dread Lord
role + Smonund had voiced his desire, in a noncommittal sort of way, to
role + see Yllorok into the Council of Four. Yllorok hoped the Emperor
role + wanted the same. Too many had taken to stepping on the toes of the
role + Divine Sect and for some reason the High Priest refused to throw
role + the weight of the Sect around. Yllorok would not be so passive.
role +
role + As far as the Empire in general was concerned, Yllorok felt only
role + slightly better about the choice he had made. He had surrounded
role + himself with fools, to be sure, but he kept his eyes on the Throne.
role + It seemed to him that too many embraced the ideal of a glorious
role + future without first accepting the pain, suffering, and turmoil
role + it would take to see the ideal to fruition. The Empire would have
role + to seize rebellion by the neck and squeeze the life from it. The
role + Empire would have to force bystanders to commit to the cause or
role + count them as rebels. The Empire would have to become more stern
role + in general because being accepting of faults was getting it
role + nowhere.
role +
role + Yllorok also believed that his grasp of his Lord's religion had
role + loosened. He had not yet received his Lord's mark, a sign to him
role + that he was missing something. When the fool Blade Hukalon became
role + the first to separate Yllorok's body and soul a zombie was raised.
role + The zombie advised Yllorok that death was not the only type of
role + pain, that pain in life must also be spread. He had plans on how
role + to see to that in the future and had already allowed others to
role + know pain in life in the past. Perhaps the most vivid moment was
role + when a young storm giant let slip that he cared only for the
role + children of the world. Yllorok promptly summoned every child he
role + could and littered the floor of the Sect Hall with their corpses
role + so that the healer could sense their presence through prayer.
role +
role + Yllorok decided to rededicate himself to all he had set out to
role + do at the beginning. He had grown soft with the ease of it to
role + this point. It was time the world knew what he was about.

>>Beroxxus – The empowerment was great. I never got a clear indication what you were wanting from me for the tattoo. I had some plans that I never got a chance to see to fruition. I wanted to fill every room of the Fortress with plagued mobs but never had a chance while there was a necromancer or anti-paladin (for sleep) around.<<

I'm glad you enjoyed the empowerment. As far as never getting a clear indication, then that is what I wanted. I didn't want to say, hey do this and I will tattoo you. I watched you when I could and you were doing well. I wasn't ready to tattoo you yet. I might have been more inclined had I seen you visit my shrine or act little more priestly in things.

As far as acting Hukaloon that one time, I didn't really care if you attacked him or not, but Beroxxus was like, why do you need their permission? You have remember, the soul to Beroxxus is more important than your mortal life, besides a little strife, pain, and despair that could be had would have been great. I was just wondering why the hell you didn't word away. *shrug*.

Any way, good luck on your next!

I tortured a few mercenaries at the beginning, here are some of the logs. It's all me.
The mercenary reactions of emotes and says I've ordered them to do.

You glare icily at her.


Yllorok circles the elven mercenary, sizing up her every physical aspect.

You say 'You have no idea the horror you have been sold into elf.'

You say 'You are not my protector, my assistant. You are my slave, my toy.'

An elven mercenary whimpers pitifully.

You say 'Yes, you have heard of this church on the winds.'

An elven mercenary looks around warily while backing herself into a corner.

You say 'Now now, come closer my dear.'

An elven mercenary shakes her head.

You say 'CLOSER!'

An elven mercenary says 'P...please s..sir. I have children. Do not kill me.'

You say 'Kill you? Why, that would be a waste of perfectly good silver. Now...closer!'

An elven mercenary moves slowly from the corner. She's visibily tense, as if at any moment she will bolt for the door.

Yllorok grabs the mercenary by her hair and thrusts her face into that of the manacled girl.



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A dark room

This room is rather dark, with only a speckle of sickening green light

filling the room from a small globe at the top. Several manacles and other

holding devices line this room. This room is rather clean, perhaps used as

a holding room or some cleaner form of torture. A wooden door lies to the

north and another to the west.





An elven mercenary stands ready here.

Hanging from the ceiling by chains is a young woman.

You whisper 'Kiss her.'

An elven mercenary winces in agony.

An elven mercenary shakes her head.

You say 'Kiss her.'

You glare icily at her.

An elven mercenary leans in towards the dangling girl with her lips puckered. Beads of sweat have begun to form on her forehead and her body is trembling with despair.

You say 'That's good. Now, touch her.'

An elven mercenary sighs.

You say 'Feel her body. Feel her pain.'

You say 'Touch her wounds.'

An elven mercenary trails a finger down the dangling girl's arms, wincing each time the girl flinches in agony.

You say 'That's good.'

You say 'You're a natural.'

You say 'Now kneel!'

An elven mercenary humbly kneels.

Yllorok places one boot before the elf.

You say 'Lick it.'

An elven mercenary whimpers pitifully.

An elven mercenary says 'Please. No more.'

You say 'Lick it!'

An elven mercenary bends over and licks Yllorok's boot.

You say 'You have only just begun to understand agony elf.'

You say 'You will come to know it well in the future.'

An elven mercenary shudders at the thought.

You say 'Stand up.'

An elven mercenary stands up, but keeps her gaze averted.

You say 'Stick your tongue out.'

An elven mercenary reluctantly sticks her tongue out of her mouth.

You say 'Farther.'

An elven mercenary strains, forcing her tongue further out of her mouth.

Yllorok clenches a fist behind his back.

You whisper 'Farther.'

An elven mercenary winces in agony.

An elven mercenary strains some more, but ultimately cannot get her tongue any farther out of her mouth.

You say 'I have grown weary of your whining. We shall see how you whine in the future.'

Yllorok knocks the elf to the ground with a vicious uppercut that lands squarely on her chin! The elf's mouth slams shut causing her to bit off half of her own tongue.

Yllorok bends to the ground and collects the elf's severed tongue.

An elven mercenary spits blood from her mouth before wailing in despair.

Yllorok runs a finger through the puddle of blood that the elf spat onto the floor.

Yllorok draws a tear of blood on the elf's face and then does the same on the dangling girl.

Yllorok picks up the elf and slings her over his shoulder.



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Before the Inner Sanctum







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Before the Inner Sanctum

Several symbols of interlocking rings praise the walls of this room. The

room is lit by a couple of bronze braziers. Inscribed upon the stone floor

is a simple inscription. An opening to the north is clouded by darkness,

while a door to the south leads out.





An elven mercenary stands ready here.

You say 'I wish to speak with Lord Beroxxus.'

Screams echo in your mind as your words ring out.

Yllorok dumps the elf onto the ground and gives her a piece of cloth to bite on.

You say 'Use that to stop the bleeding elf. I will not have you die on me.'

You glare icily at her.

Yllorok tears at the scars on his arms. After peeling a segment of his skin back he grins widely at the blood that begins to flow from his forearm.

You say 'Gather yourself elf. We journey soon from the mountains.'

An elven mercenary whimpers pitfully as she staggers to her feet. The blood continues to spew from her mouth.

For some reason you stuck out like a sore thumb to me. I knew exactly who you were. I think this came from the fact that it seemed you almost got ooc made when you were ignored ic at times. As if you felt you weren't getting the respect you deserved. overall though kickass char and you'll be missed. All of your other comments I agree with.

I was never mad at anybody OOC. Things rubbed me wrong, like Astilamos becoming Emperor, but I was never mad. Part of it was Yllorok's RP. He was surrounded by diplomats when all he wanted to do was destroy.

To me it seems so easy to be a good Imperial and yet people fail at it constantly. They attack people in protected cities, they ignore the chain of command and show disrespect for people higher than they, etc.

I was afraid people would know I was Wilhath. It was VERY difficult not to use the "armcross" social that Wilhath used all of the time.

Elven mercenary and myself again. Second time to Beroxxus' shrine for empowerment.


You glare icily at her.

An elven mercenary whimpers pitifully.

An elven mercenary backs herself into a corner and cowers there with her knees drawn into her chest.

Yllorok rises to his feet and points to the elven mercenary.

You say 'You, stand up.'

You peer intently at an elven mercenary.

You say 'I have taken your tongue and an eye, do not disappoint.'

An elven mercenary nods reluctantly, whimpering pitifully.

You point at an abused young woman.

You snort derisively at an abused young woman.

You slap an abused young woman.

You say 'Hit her.'

An elven mercenary slaps an abused young woman.

You say 'Again'

An elven mercenary slaps an abused young woman.

An elven mercenary sobs in misery.

You say 'Again'

An elven mercenary slaps an abused young woman.

Yllorok produces a knife from within his robes.

Yllorok gives a knife to the elven mercenary.

You say 'Cut her.'

An elven mercenary shakes her head.

You peer intently at an elven mercenary.

You say 'I said cut her!'

An elven mercenary shudders at the thought.

An elven mercenary uses a knife to produce a small cut on the dangling young woman's arm.

You smirk.


You slap an elven mercenary.

Yllorok takes the knife from the crumbled heap of a mercenary.

You say 'Like this!'

Yllorok wields the knife and creates a deep gash in the young woman's face!

You say 'Now, stick your finger in the wound.'

An elven mercenary sobs in misery.

You say to an elven mercenary 'DO IT!'

An elven mercenary stands up and reluctantly sticks her finger in the young woman's wound.

An elven mercenary says to an abused young woman ''I orry'

Yllorok punches the elven mercenary in the throat causing her to gasp for air.


You say 'I took your tongue so you couldn't whine to me. If you were wise you'd stop speaking.'

You glare icily at her.

You say 'Now, wiggle your finger.'

An elven mercenary wiggles her finger in the young woman's wound, causing the woman to scream out in pain.

You say 'Yes...that's right.'

You throw back your head and laugh into the night.


Yllorok punches the elven mercenary square in the face, causing her already broken nose to bloom crimson.

An elven mercenary collapses to the floor, overcome by the pain of her broken face.

Yllorok sits crosslegged on the ground and begins picking at his scars.

An elven mercenary sobs in misery.

You say 'You might have a history here elf.'

You grin evilly at her.

You say 'And a future.'

You cackle gleefully.

Yllorok picks the elf up by her hair and drags her along behind him.

You say 'Come elf.'

You say 'I'm not finished with you yet.'

Merc and me again. Third trip to Beroxxus' shrine for empowerment.

An elven mercenary goes to the corner and draws her knees into her chest.

You say 'I wish to speak with Lord Beroxxus.'

Screams echo in your mind as your words ring out.

An elven mercenary whimpers pitifully.

You say 'Silence fool!'

You glare icily at her.

Yllorok grabs the elf by her hair and pulls her to her feet.

You say 'You...'

Yllorok whips the elf by her hair, smashing her face into the wall.

An elven mercenary winces in agony.

Yllorok brandishes a knife and slices off one of the elf's ears.

You say 'You fail to please my Lord. You are the reason he has not responded!'

Yllorok sticks two fingers into the elf's nose and quickly pulls his hand backwards, ripping her nostrils.

An elven mercenary collapses into a heap on the floor.

You say 'I'm not through with you yet!'

Yllorok grabs the elf by her hair and throws her before the portal.

You say 'Go and apologize to my Lord in person!'



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An elven mercenary yells 'Die, Yllorok, you sorcerous dog!'

You narrow your eyes and glare in an elven mercenary's direction.

You lost your concentration.

An elven mercenary misses you.

An elven mercenary is in perfect health.



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An elven mercenary stops following you.

Your slash devastates an elven mercenary!

You parry an elven mercenary's slash.

An elven mercenary is covered with bleeding wounds.



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You narrow your eyes and glare in an elven mercenary's direction.

You failed to blind an elven mercenary.

An elven mercenary is covered with bleeding wounds.



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Your slash mauls an elven mercenary.

An elven mercenary's slash misses you.

An elven mercenary is gushing blood.



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Your slash devastates an elven mercenary!

An elven mercenary's slash misses you.

An elven mercenary is convulsing on the ground.



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Your slash devastates an elven mercenary!

An elven mercenary is DEAD!!

You receive 36 experience points.

An elven mercenary's hands are sliced from her dead body.

You get 13 copper coins from the corpse of an elven mercenary.

The gods give you one copper coin for your sacrifice of the corpse of an elven mercenary.

You spit in utter disgust.

Yllorok uses the elven mercenary's hands to further abuse the young woman.

You say 'Here, as a souvenir.'

You give the hands of an elven mercenary to an abused young woman.

You spit on an abused young woman...you're gross!

I missed the first bit. The jaette soldier grabbed me by the throat and threw me up against the wall.


You whisper 'Complacency, peace, enjoyment crushed.'


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'What do you know of pain, you filthy duergar?!'

Yllorok weezes, struggling to inhale just enough to continue speaking.


A jaette soldier jabs a finger into your side, pushing against your ribs.

You whisper 'Pain is all I have ever known. No parents, my mother destroyed from within by me, my father destroyed in the Underdark by filthy drow swine...'


A jaette soldier's eyes narrow dangerously as he looks in your direction.

You whisper 'The duergar military took me, ran me till the soles of my feet bled...'

You whisper 'But they saw in me a passion for what I did, made me an interrogater...'


A jaette soldier lets you loose, letting you fall to the ground.


Yllorok weezes once more, his ability to breathe all but totally stripped.

You whisper 'I hope my grip on the world will be as strong as yours.'

Yllorok raises a canteen to his lips, but finds it difficult to swallow.

You flash a wide, toothy grin.


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'Tell me, priest, what is the point of pain? Why must people suffer?'

Yllorok attempts to laugh, but manages only a wince.


You whisper 'A person broken is obedient'


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'Drink. I have no desire to see you suffer..now.'

You whisper 'A person obedient invites more suffering unto themself and those around them...'


Yllorok rubs his throat.


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'So man must suffer so he will be obedient, so in turn others will suffer?'

You whisper 'Once completely destroyed, inside and out, they are ready for my Lord.'

You whisper 'A mean....'


A jaette soldier clenches his fist as those testing the strength of this body.

You say 'A means to an end.'

You say 'The more I make suffer the higher status in the Abyss with He who is called Beroxxus.'


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'And you think yourself able to do such a thing?'


You say 'Yes, I will rise. Where is yet to be decided. I ponder on whether the spirit is crushed quicker by one who deems himself ruler or by one who rules under the Law.'

Yllorok tears the spareribs into pieces so as to ease swallowing.


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'So, why do you seek me? Are you not able to perform these task already?'

You say 'I can bring pain to others, yes, but only when the fool in the guild...'

You point in a westerly direction.

You say 'Only when he senses in me divine blessings will he teach me more.'

You say 'I had with me a mercenary.'

You say 'A mercenary who I broke and who I used to bring further torment to the young woman dangling in the church east of here.'

You say 'When I have learned more that pain will spread to the masses.'

You say 'Diseases will spread. Fools will rot from within.'

You say 'Years will be stripped from some lives while others are ended abruptly.'

Yllorok rubs his throat, massaging the strength back into it, and then cackles loudly.

Yllorok mindlessly tears at a scar on his forearm while peering at the soldier.


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'I see. I shall grant you power, but should you fail to serve me, your body will be wrecked and then in death..shall you know true suffering.'

You flash a wide, toothy grin.

You nod grimly.


The flames in the jaette's eyes begin to grow more intense.


Slowly the flames grow outward and away from the creature.


The flames rip into you, burning your flesh, both inside and outside.

You whisper 'You have unleashed despair unto the world with I as your rusty shard.'


As the flames die down and your body ceases to burn, you feel yet more pain.

Yllorok staggers under the weight of the pain seeping through his body.


Your own soul begins to burn and scream, as though fighting for survival.

Yllorok gasps for life giving air.


An unspeakable pain flows throughout your entire being, before disappearing as though a mighty wind had stopped blowing.


Inside yourself, you can feel the power the flames have bestowed upon you.


You have been empowered by the gods.

Yllorok weezes for a moment then stands upright.

You throw back your head and laugh into the night.


A jaette soldier says in a hollow voice 'It is done. Go, and see that they learn of the Ill Omen!'

You nod grimly.

I thought you were an exceptionally well played Shaman. You made a mockery of most of your foes and didnt just sit on your butt. (You were always out hunting or accomplishing something.) I tried to help you out with scouting and stuff, just wish you had stuck around till I got my major forms so I could contribute more to fighting instead of having to flee from everything with legs. *shakes a fist at the cat form* Would have been even more fun. Nice work anyhow.

>Anlon – Your allies say you’re a beast. All I ever saw you as was a corpse.

You killed me alone a whopping 1 time, and I was bare ass naked. Woo.....hoo... Anytime I wasn't completely naked, or you didn't have at minimum 2 other people with you (and even in those cases sometimes) you would end up fleeing and running away. As anyone who knows me OOC will verify, I would REPEATEDLY ask them "Why isn't he handing me my ass? A duergar shaman should be ripping me apart, but he's just running away and I'm fine." You should have been tooling me on a VERY regular basis, and weren't. I don't know if you are new to shamans, or what, but by all rights there should have been a little pile of Anlon corpses at your feet, anytime you wanted, without helpers. There wasn't. Detect hidden/axes/summon you should have wasted me at any time of your choosing.


Rehmorez – hahahahahahah…Air/Offense? How unique.

Hahahaha duergar shaman? How unique.

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I tried to stay out of this...because I didn't want to start a flame-war that would just get deleted anyway.

But having interacted with both Wil and Yllor...

It was obvious within 5 mins of interaction with yllor that you were wil.

You reminded me of "Arolin lite".

As Wil, you acted like you were king ####.
As Yllor, you acted like you were king ####.

But, unlike arolin (who is also often very transparent as always having the same personality) you seemed to me unable to live up to half of the "I'm better than you" skills that you were trying to convey to everyone.


At first, I thought that maybe it was coincidence and you just happened to play two chars in a row that had similar attitudes.

But, now that I have read both of your goodbies...the over-all tone of what you write seem to convey that you truelly do believe you are much...much...much...better than infact you really are.


"Death awaits ya all, wit nasteh big pointeh teeth!"

I could never play a boot licking Imperial. I don't think Imperials are supposed to be these humble, forgiving folk who just want to see their compadres do well. Some people do, but I have yet to see them be raised to a position of power. To advance in the Empire you have to talk a big game and in some ways present a big game.

Wilhath started out one way and changed because of what Onglaurst wanted. Onglaurst wanted his War Master to be "Ruhelethth," and so Wilhath became "Ruhelethth."

Yllorok was a Beroxxus follower. He wasn't going to hug you. He wasn't even going to like you because just like everybody else you were nothing but a future feast for Beroxxus. He's led a damned life so you're going to as well.

There's the IC explanation for why my past two characters may have come off as arrogant and cocky. As far as farewell posts are concerned I bring a certain amount of IC to them. OOC I know that Haaslett probably didn't get Emperor because he, Yanacek, and Faeras, aren't around as much as Astilamos. OOC I know that Anlon does what he can with what he's given (little useful assistance.) OOC I know that there is good reason for Jirash to assume every Imperial is a gangbanger who cannot stand alone because most are. Farewells are a character's farewell, not necessarily a player's farewell so I keep them relative to what the character thought.

So to sum up. My Imperials will always act like "king ####" because that's the way I see Imperials acting. My farewells are 75% IC. Wilhath was "Ruhelethth."

Turn up the radio.

Not to berate you or anything, but you die a ton to be calling everyone else unskilled and newbish. Have some humility man. Why is your response to everything "You killed me, but you should have killed me easier" ?

>Jirash – You talked a lot of smack about me when you thought I
>was a gangbanger because I was an Imperial. Your bias is
>showing. When I killed you alone in Velkyn Oloth it shut your
>pie hole. A shining achievement for me.

I said such things once to you, on eastern when Hukalon and Faeras came and tooled me before I could bring your centurions down. I will not give excuses, but I was ill prepared and not rested when you attacked me in Velkyn Oloth. But I won't blame you for it, I thought it wouldn't be worth the effort to argue, so I chose to not talk back for once.

That said, you were a pain when around as there are few things I hate more than duergar summoners. Now go roll an original neutral/neutral human offense/air shifter or something. Toodles


Jirash

Well, I thought you were a good character, shame to see you go. We have way too many people deleting. Anyway, I can't share what I think about things right now, but maybe when everything is all said and done, we will see. And yes, I'm a tattooed follower of Khasotholas, so I'm going to be all about order and preserving it.

Anyway, good job, good luck with the next

Haaslett