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Maurice

2011-05-10T02:30:02Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name =
|incarnation =
|styled_as = The Evil Iguana
|imm_rank = Founder
|created = September 1993
|status = Retired
|retire_date = February 1, 1995
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen = February 1, 1995<ref>Visited briefly as another character in 2002</ref>
|followed =
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Adventurer's Guild]] [[Ghost Town]]
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio = Overall Oversight (1993-1995) Area Coordinator (1993-1995)
}}

== History ==

Maurice was one of the three "founding" Implementors of TFC. As a
founder, he, along with [[Tynian]] and [[IvoryTiger]], are the only characters
within TFC to start out their careers as Immortals. All other Immortals
have worked their way up through mortality.

Maurice took on the responsibility for shaping the early TFC world.
Maurice and Tynian also worked together to provide the vision for TFC,
based on their collective experiences and memories of [[Challenger]] MUD.
Maurice retained hard copies of god rules, maps, and other documentation
for Challenger, so that the Implementors did not have to start from
scratch.

Maurice created [[Adventurer's Guild]] and [[Ghost Town]] prior to leaving
TFC in 1995.

== Character Description ==

Maurice was once a paladin, or so the legends say. His body is still that of a
warrior, but there is nothing holy left of him. The faded jeans, the mood ring
and the tank top provide some clue as to what happened. He visited an alternate
plane of existence called Earth during a time which was known there as the 70's
Between the drugs, and his vow of celibacy, he snapped and lost that special
holiness that made him a Paladin. He never realized his loss and the drugs
warped his perspective, causing him to reverse his outlook on life and turning
him to what most would call evil. An accidental overdose of a Timothy Leary
special while travelling back to this plane of existence has given him powers
that can only be called IMPlike. Upon occasion, rare, he drops another Leary
special and new lands spring forth from the visions he sees.

=== 'Goto' Inbound & Outbound ===

Maurice appears suddenly, your soul feels heavy and screams for release. 
Maurice causes a black pit to appear in the ground. Maurice leaves down. 

== Maurice's Office ==
'''A Garden of Black Roses'''

You are surrounded by black, fragrant roses. The scent is familiar,
reminding you of a long, rainy night spent making love in a cemetary with
someone you didn't like. Rare albino shadowcats stalk with quiet ease
other insubstantial creatures amongst the flowers, and ebon skinned nymphs
tend each individual dark bud. There are paths amongst the roses, but
you feel content, and safe, at this spot.

== Tynian's Notes ==

Maurice was my best friend in real life. We met at a community college that we both attended. At that time, they had a text-based forum named the Electronic Forum (EF).<ref>http://www.mcli.dist.maricopa.edu/LF/Fall99/laby5.html</ref> He and I were both regulars on EF -- hours upon hours of online chatting. He was our Dungeon Master for our Sunday D&D sessions, where the game was an all day affair anticipated for the previous 6 days. They were social events that at one point included a core group of players and a larger circle of friends that would play off and on. He and I roamed BBS's<ref>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulletin_board_system</ref> in the '90s, and visited my BBS regularly. He was there for me through a difficult break up with my girlfriend of two years, when many of the friends I shared with my ex- went with her. He also introduced me to MUDs, starting with Challenger, a neat text game that he found. When Challenger shut down, he went to another MUD, played a mortal, and eventually immorted. After that, we started TFC.

Unfortunately, TFC ended our friendship. The dynamic between us became difficult, given that in many respects, I deferred to him. With TFC, it was different. We were partners, and yet... I did the code, and more of the decisions were coming to me. I also felt like I was doing all the work, putting in tons of hours, and he just hung around online and had fun. He was supposed to re-organize the TFC world, in preparation for new areas, but kept putting it off. Things came to a head when he vanished for several weeks. I couldn't get in touch with him. I eventually demoted him to [[Greater God]] while he was away, and did the re-map myself (TFC version 2.0). I had hoped he would come back, we'd talk, he'd be more active, and I'd bump him back to Implementor. Do you like how I had all that worked out in my head? It's annoying when people don't follow the script. When Maurice returned, he did not take the demotion well. He was online for less than a minute. He said, "I didn't know things were that bad," logged out, and we didn't say another word to each other for years. I served as [[Area Coordinator]] from that time until [[Madman]] came along and accepted that responsibility, allowing me time to focus more on code.

I'm sure Maurice has his own take on events, but we never spoke of it.

It's difficult to say whether I would handle things differently now, if I did not have the benefit of hindsight. I'd like to think we could have worked something out, that I'm wiser and more mature now, but I'm probably fooling myself.

He had a way with words. From his office: "''The scent is familiar, reminding you of a long, rainy night spent making love in a cemetary with someone you didn't like.''"

== Notes ==
* At the time that Maurice and Tynian began TFC, he was dating a fellow gaming geek. He got her involved, and she became known as the Headmistress of the [[University of Evil]] -- the one and only [[Ginny]].

{{Reflist}}
[[category:People]]

Madman

2011-05-10T02:25:55Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Madman
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = God of Insomniac Torments
|imm_rank = Implementor
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = 10/1998
|race = {{Race|Aarakocra}}
|hometown =
|classes = Believed to be Mage
|last_seen =
|followed =
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = Too many to summarize
|immorted_on = Demi: 06/1994 Lesser: 09/1994 God+: Unknown Imp:01/18/1996
|following = [[Madness]]
|portfolio = Area Coordinator (199?-199?) Code Writer (199?-199?) MUD Manager (199?-199?)
}}

[[File:Madman3.gif]]
''Artwork above is a commissioned work by a private party. Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Williamson. The image above may not be reproduced or downloaded without the author's permission.''

aka The Destroyer, Runner of Quests, Nightmare Unleashed, Insanity Personified, God of Creation and Torture, God of Insomniac Torments

== Madman's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Once, long ago, in a land called Generic, Madman was conjured up by the gods Bloodangel and Angel of Death, and cast into the mortal realms to battle amongst the forces of the world. Heroes in honor and skill until he was among the feared heros, the quads, riding into battle on his Silver Dragon. Life was good... 

Then the vortex came and laid waste to the world of Generic, and the quads were swallowed into the void. Somehow, somewhere in its mighty fury, the great god Tynian found him, and transformed him from human into a bird. Not just any bird, but the mightiest and noblest of bird races, the Aarakocra. Through battles, quests, and rescues, the huge black Aarakocra grew in favor with the gods until such came the time that he was deemed worthy of immortality... 

The young demigod chose to become an agent of evil and gathered a following to terrorize the land. The mornings of Madness commenced and the legions of Madness ruled the world. Another calling soon found him and he dedicated himself to the conjuring of many new lands and creatures to populate the world. 

Today if you happen to see him, he will tower over you; wings draping down to barely scrape the ground. Within the inky darkness of his cowl glowing eyes will dance like specs of fire. And his black armor will shine with an unnatural light. His pet panther will be close by, and his demon is always just a summoning away... 

A word of warning: He does not suffer fools gladly and expects people to use their brains as much as their brawn. If you are not quick witted, he may throw you in a heap or bowl you over on one of his flights to survey the world. To those that find favor with him will find life pleasant...to those that annoy him, existence will be most painful. 

== Additional Biographical Information: ==

Once, long ago, in a land called Generic, Madman was conjured up by the gods Bloodangel and Angel of Death, and cast into the mortal realms to battle amongst the forces of the world. He rose in honor and skill until he was among the most feared heroes, the quads, riding into battle on his Silver Dragon. Life was good...

Then the Vortex came and laid waste to the world of Generic, and the quads were swallowed into the Void. Somehow, somewhere in its mighty fury, the great god Tynian found him, and transformed him from human into a bird. Not just any bird, but the mightiest and noblest of bird races, the Aarakocra. Through battles, quests, and rescues, the huge black Aarakocra grew in favor with the gods until such came the time that he was deemed worthy of immortality...

The young demigod chose to become an agent of evil and gathered together a following to terrorize the land. The mornings of Madness commenced and the legions of Madness ruled the world. Another calling soon found him and he dedicated himself to the conjuring of many new lands and creatures to populate the world.

Today if you happen to see him, he will tower over you; wings draping down to barely scrape the ground. Within the inky darkness of his cowl, glowing eyes will dance like specks of fire, and his black armor will shine with an unnatural light. His pet panther will be close by, and his demon is always just a summoning away...

== Mud Contributions: ==
Many TFC players will not remember what it was like to have Madman as an active Implementor. They will not know of the many quests and challenges he created. They will not know the amount of coding and work he did. The following is taken from the statue of Madman, which can be found on TFC. ('''written by Molo''') 

Madman has done all of the following (and more), during his time at TFC: 

* He was the first out of only two gods to be promoted to Greater God.
* He was the only Implementor to play TFC as a mortal, and be promoted to all of the Immortal ranks.
* Madman was the third Immortal to bear the responsibility as Area Coordinator for TFC. During his tenure as Area Coordinator, Madman replaced or redesigned most of the standard merc areas, orchestrated the creation of the ocean and Southern Continent, and authored a staggering 42 areas for TFC, ranging from newbie areas to level 50+ areas. He was the designer of the modern TFC world.
* Created the Area Writers Guide, which was the first real documention on how to write well-balanced areas for TFC.
* Created and administered the original TFC web pages, which include interactive maps, continually updated information about the status of the mud, newbie helps, area writing information, race and class information, and links to the personal TFC pages of many of our more creative players.
* Expanded the Adventurer's Guild, worked with Ivorytiger on creating the temple area, and created the Timerian Museum.
* Managed TFC's extensive set of on-line help files, writing a large number of them himself, and making sure that all of them were easily accessible to anyone wanting to read them.
* Created and ran more TFC-wide quests than any other Immortal in TFC's history. Some of these quests can be read about in the Room of Records, and were always of the highest quality and challenge.
* Madman's first code for TFC was submitted before he was actually an Implementor. He created the process by which special procedures could be attached to exits, such as the code that prevents non-newbies from entering newbie areas, non-believers from entering temples and other such code.
* In addition to general programming tasks, Madman created or contributed significantly to the following code. This is by no means a complete list.
** Re-wrote the pet adoption code, including the ability to save pets.
** Revamped the notes system.
** Created the Questor/Initiate mortal to Immortal questing code.
** Created the newspaper.
** Created the option for races to have multiple hometowns.
** Wrote all of the code supporting the Mountain of Knowledge, including bounty hunters and the Magistrate, and all of the functions surrounding them, such as bribe, and the jail, as well as the code for the various helpful mobs at the MoK.
** Wrote the vortex, and all of the support code necessary for the vortex.
** Wrote the room and exit special affects for most of TFC, including water and air currents, and gas rooms.
** Wrote the code supporting Mt. Molotov.
** Designed and developed Captain Meryl's sailing ship.
** Greatly expanded mobs' special abilities, such as those seen by the demons.
** All area support code for version 3 was written by Madman.

== Current Description: ==
A black creature rises up and towers over you; wings draping down to barely scrape the ground. Within the inky darkness of its cowl glowing eyes dance like specs of fire. He glares at you and growls, "This better be important..." 
Madman is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Madman is in perfect health. 
Madman is using: 
<used as light> (Glowing) a crystal skull 
<worn on finger> (Glowing) the Ring of Storms 
<worn on finger> a carved onyx ring 
<worn around neck> a crowsfoot medallion 
<worn around neck> a black cloak 
<worn on head> a crested black helmet 
<worn on legs> black steel leggings 
<worn on feet> gleaming black boots 
<worn on hands> razor-sharp talon extenders 
<worn as shield> the Black Shield of Falworth 
<worn about body> black plated body armor 
<worn about waist> the Belt of Despair 
<worn around wrist> a black steel bracer 
<worn around wrist> a black steel bracer 
<wielded> a Doomstaff 
<wielded off-hand> a can of Mountain Dew 
<held> a Rift Orb 
<worn with pride> the Medallion of Godhood 

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Madman was the first and only Implementor to start as a mortal and work his way up to the highest MUD rank.
* Madman had two followers who immorted: [[PSYKILL]] and [[Mort]].
* Rumors have stated that madman briefly worshipped two different immortals in his mortal days, but this is unverified.
* Madman had two 'pets' - but the most famous of which was Scar the Demon. Most immortals, prior to his Retirement, had to fight Scar for the privilege of becoming an Immortal. ([[Tokugawa]] was the first to ever actually kill Scar, rather than die to him.) (All mortal equipment had to be removed: Madman preferred the mob dying / corpse eating method to the 'remove all / drop all' method.)
* Madman was the only Immortal promoted to Implementor outside of the original three Implementors.
* From the TFC Forums: "''If not for Madman's hard work, TFC version 3 (October 1997) would have looked much different. One cannot overstate the work Madman put into version 3. Not only did he facilitate a large amount of code changes, he personally wrote many of the areas that comprise the southern continent. He also added a lot of functionality for area special functions. In fact, Madman is TFC's most prolific area writer (42 areas are still in play!), built much of the southern continent himself, and ran many quests during his tenure''."
 

== Personal Timeline: ==
Most of Madman's promotions have been lost, however: 
Madman was promoted to Demigod in June 1994. 
Madman was promoted to Implementor on January 18, 1996. 
Madman retired on October 4, 1998 
[[category:People]]

IvoryTiger

2011-05-10T02:24:57Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|styled_as = The Cat Lord
|imm_rank = Founder
|created = October 1993
|status = Retired
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}
|last_seen = September 4, 1996
|areas_written = [[ The Gods' Realms]] [[Temple Area]]
|portfolio = Code Writer (1993-1996)
}}

'''Nicknames:''' The Cat Lord, The Master of Magic

== IvoryTiger's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

IvoryTiger is an enigma. Some say he prowled the lands of limbo for centuries before settling here, others say he merely lets us exist here in his lair. Most people (especially casters) are just happy he's here. He is the Master of Magic, the source of mana from which all who cast magic get their power. The next time you are saved by a mage casting a spell at just the right time, or healed by a cleric, or phosphated by a shaman, remember the Cat Lord, for without him, it would not have happened.

== History ==

Ivorytiger was one of the three "founding" Implementors of TFC. As a
founder, he, along with [[Tynian]] and [[Maurice]], are the only characters
within TFC to start out their careers as Immortals. All other Immortals
have worked their way up through mortality.

Tynian brought Ivorytiger in as an additional coder near the beginning
of implementation in 1993, and worked on TFC during its early years. He
spent a lot of time adding and improving skills and spells, as well as
other aspects of the game. Ivorytiger, not being a [[Challenger]] MUD native,
also brought in ideas outside of what Maurice and Tynian were thinking
of, and put TFC on the road to becoming its own game.

Tynian's nickname for IT was "Ice Puppy."

IvoryTiger created [[The Gods' Realms]] and the [[Temple Area]].

== Character Description ==

You see a pair of green eyes staring intently at you. You break off the contact and notice a beautiful siberian tiger is watching you.

=== 'Goto' Inbound & Outbound ===

IvoryTiger steps from the shadows... 
IvoryTiger steps into the shadows... 

== IvoryTiger's Office ==

'''IvoryTiger's Den'''

Before you lies a shadowy cave from which low rumbles can be heard.
Green eyes stare back at you as you search the shadows for IvoryTiger.
A large ivory-colored tiger stares intently at you.

== Tynian's Notes ==

IvoryTiger was a real life friend of mine. He was a good guy that was always around when I needed help. I think we first met when he made a donation to my fledging BBS<ref>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulletin_board_system</ref> in the early nineties. He made another donation or two as time went on. When Maurice and I started work on TFC, I realized that I needed help with the coding side of things if we had any hope of launching in a reasonable timeframe. IvoryTiger was there to answer my plea for help, and was very active in the early aspects of the game. He had not played [[Challenger]] MUD like [[Maurice]] and I had, and his ideas moved TFC beyond its Challenger aspirations. He was around less and less often, life taking its toll on his free time. He did not so much quit TFC as simply fade away.

== Notes ==
{{Reflist}}
[[category:People]]

Sirak

2011-05-10T02:24:38Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Sirak
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Son of Lord Nash
|imm_rank = God
|created =
|status =
|retire_date =
|race = {{race|Half-Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}
|last_seen = June 6, 2010
|followed =
|spouse = Darkmoon (x2)
|partner =
|parents = Lord Nash
|children = 2, names unknown
|relatives =
|areas_written = 8
|immorted_on = Demi: Nov 1994 Lesser: Feb 1995 God: Aug 1995 
|following = [[Nashites]]
|portfolio =
}}

aka Son of Lord Nash, former Leader of the Junior Psychotics / Nashites

== Sirak's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 
Sirak is the only son of the alleged greatest being ever to exist, Lord Nash. Sirak's followers were known as the Nashites and he was known as the Pope of that religion, Nashite. As Son of Lord Nash, Sirak's main objective is to teach the world of Lord Nash's greatness. According to Sirak, everyone already worships Nash since Nash is the creator of all. So even if one worships a different God, since Lord Nash created that God, they are actually worshipping Nash. For a more specific explanation of concepts like this and the history of Lord Nash, one should read the "Nash Bible" or ask Sirak himself.

== Mud Contributions: ==
Sirak wrote a Mud Area editor that was nearly exclusively used to create zones for TFC up until 2010. 

== Current Description: ==

Sirak wears the crest of the the great Lord Nash proudly on his chest.
Sirak is in perfect health.

Sirak is using:
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Magical) A bright ball of reddish light
<worn on finger> (Red Aura) (Magical) The Ring of Nash
<worn on finger> (Red Aura) A silver ring
<worn around neck> (Red Aura) (Magical) (Humming) The Scarab of Death
<worn around neck> (Red Aura) A nut and bolt hanging from a black string
<worn on body> (Red Aura) Black robes
<worn on head> (Red Aura) The Crown of Skulldruggery
<worn on legs> a heavy lead ball and titanium chain
<worn on feet> (Red Aura) Lord Nash's old boots
<worn on hands> (Red Aura) (Magical) The Tambourine of Doom
<worn about body> (Red Aura) A dark red cloak
<worn about waist> (Red Aura) A black rope belt
<worn around wrist> (Red Aura) A silver bracelet
<worn around wrist> (Red Aura) A black wristwatch
<wielded> a pair of marimba mallets
<wielded off-hand> a pair of marimba mallets
<held> A HUGE picture of Evelyn Glennie
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Magical) (Glowing) The Crest of Lord Nash
<worn with pride> (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Player Information: ==
* [www.nashite.org] is Sirak's website. 
* Sirak has admitted a near-obsession with Dame Evelyn Glennie, a deaf virtuoso percussionist. 

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[Category:Nashite References]]
[[category:People]]

Nayr

2011-05-10T02:24:24Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Nayr
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = The Wise
|imm_rank = Greater God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{race|Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes = Mage
|last_seen = November 30, 2003
|followed = None
|spouse = [[Ginny]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = 12
|immorted_on = Demi: Oct 1994 God: Aug 1995 Greater God: 1996
|following = (name varied)
|portfolio = Area Coordinator (199?-?) MUD Manager (199?-?)
}}

[[File:Ygg-the-Raven.gif]]
== Nayr's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Nayr is an ancient Elven mage. Neutral throughout his long mortal life, He became Evil upon becoming immortal. Soon after, He befriended the Evil raven Ygg. Ygg is His avatar, and though Nayr spends most of His time in the realms beyond mortal ken, little escapes the sharp eyes and ears of Ygg, who often brings him a surprising amount of information. 

Although Nayr may seem cold and aloof to the casual acquaintance, one need only ask those who once worshipped Him to find that, to those He cares for, He can be quite helpful. Well versed in the arts of magecraft as a mortal, He has since expanded His knowledge to include all of the mystic arts ... and has become an unparalleled spellcaster. 

Most often on in the evenings, or late at night (mud time zone), Nayr is usually invisible to mortal eyes, but He will usually answer a request to talk, if He is on. 

== Mud Contributions: ==
For years, Nayr crafted the rich storyline of TFC's history. He was responsible for writing much of the mud's 'pre-history' and wove that history into areas implemented on the mud.

== Current Description: ==

You see a tall Elf. Shoulder length brown hair hangs in curls below his elegantly pointed ears, framing a youthful face. His youthful appearance is betrayed, however, by a glance at his ancient eyes. In their depths lie two thousand years of stories. He is garbed in elfweave, woven from the blue-black light of the dying day. His presence is powerful, almost intimidating, but he gives you an amused smile that calms your mind. 
Nayr is in perfect health. 
 
Nayr is using: 
<worn on finger> a Ring of Enchantment 
<worn on finger> the Ring of Truth 
<worn around neck> the Master Key, on a silver chain 
<worn around neck> a silver pentagram on a chain 
<worn on body> a twilight elfweave poet's shirt 
<worn on head> a starlight elfweave headband 
<worn on legs> a pair of twilight elfweave pants 
<worn on feet> a pair of black suede boots 
<worn on hands> (Glowing) an energy field 
<worn on arms> Ygg the Raven, perched on a bracer 
<worn as shield> an ancient patience 
<worn about body> a cloak of Lagmonster hide 
<worn about waist> the Mobius belt, from which the sword Souldrinker hangs 
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of tiny blood red roses 
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of tiny blood red roses 
<wielded> (Glowing) phenomenal cosmic power 
<held> (Glowing) a single black rose 
<worn with pride> (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood 
 
You peek at the inventory: 
a bouquet of roses 
a seashell ring 
(10) a copy of the Metallic Table 

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Ginny and Nayr had a prenuptial agreement, that if either of them retired, the marriage would be dissolved. She retired approximately one month after their wedding. 

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Player Information: ==
[[category:People]]

Nalya

2011-05-10T02:24:15Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Nalya
|incarnation = I
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Goddess
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Snare]]
|spouse = [[Syrinx]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Treehouse]] [[Ramsey Island]] [[Nydia]] [[Moose Hunter Camp]]
|immorted_on =
|following = [[PBS]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

Hel [ Lesser Goddess ] Nalya the first blue lesser goddess (at the wedding of Siren & Thaygar)
Hel [ Goddess ] Nalya is at work.. tell again. (August 19, 1996)
Hel [ Goddess ] Nalya is AFWish.. tell if you need something (Dec 4, 1996)
Hel [ Retired ] Nalya the Queen of Voodoo (March 27, 1999)

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Nalya was specifically mentioned in [[Bumblefoot's Burrow]].
* Nalya was specifically mentioned in Lorna's Study and [[The Temple of Lorna]].
* Nalya's God+ pet was a small white bunny named Kuta.
* Nalya's wedding ring to Syrinx was: a ring inscribed "Nalya's Promise of Love"
* Nalya was part of the group praised in Plaque5 in the Room of Records for completing Tynian's "Great Quest"
* Nalya reached 1000 years of age on November 1, 1997. Someone 'forced' everyone present to wish her Happy Birthday!
* Nalya was referred to in the geasa of Fuzzy. (Will always remember the Lady Nalya and Her following, by having PBS in his title at all times.)
* Nalya received mention in the 2000 BlissPoll, with votes for Most Lovable Immortal.

== Personal Timeline: ==
* May 1995: Nalya and [[Syrinx]] become engaged.
* October 1995: Syrinx and Nalya are wed.
* November 1995: Nalya becomes and Ambassador.
* December 1995: Nalya becomes a Demi Goddess, leading the PBS (Pink Bunny Slippers). Her first worshipper is Znarx. A number of individuals seek to be her Ordained - among them, [[Ankara]], [[Lorna]], and Thomas. A competition of sorts is held, and Anakara becomes her first Paladin. [[Gaul|Gaul Stone]] is ordained as her second Paladin when she reaches Lesser Goddess the following year.
* March 1996: Nalya's first follower to Immort - Lorna - becomes a DemiGoddess.
* July 1996: Nalya becomes a god+.
* October 1996: Nalya officiates the wedding of Xymo and Ankara.
* May 1999: Nalya officiates the wedding of Karyna and Terny.
* May 1997: Nalya is still an active God+.
* November 1, 1997: Nalya reaches 1000.
* July 16, 1999: The mud crashes and Tynian starts up a backup from some point in 1995. Nalya appears as an active DemiGoddess.
[[category:People]]

Khore

2011-05-10T02:23:58Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Khore
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of the Kindred Vampyric
|imm_rank = Greater God
|created = Prior to 1995
|status = Retired
|retire_date = Feb 14, 2001 (Among others)
|race = Elf
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]
|classes = [[Mage]]
|last_seen = 2011
|followed = [[Syla]]
|spouse = [[Risa]]
|partner = [[Rhina]] [[Sapphyre]]
|parents = Family in Sanguinna (mobs)
|children = [[Clue]] (Sort-of)
|relatives = Family in Sanguinna (mobs)
|areas_written = [[Sanguinna & The Keep]]
|immorted_on = Greater God: 07/01/03
|following = [[Kindred Vampyric]]
|portfolio = Created original TFC Forums
}}

[[File:Khore.jpg]]

== Mud Contributions: ==
Khore is the author of Sanguinna & The Keep. As well, as an active god+, he wrote and hosted several mud-wide quests, including the Golem Quests. He also regularly posted poetry. (See links below in Personal Timeline.)

== Current Description: ==
'''(March, 2011)''' 
Fear prickles the hair at the back of your neck and a fine, chill sweat breaks out over the entirely of your body. Like a midnight sun, the mere presence of the individual who hovers before you beats at your skin, cold and unrelenting. Every instinct tells you to flee, run, hide, get AWAY... this is a predator. Ivory fangs gleam as He smiles slightly, drinking in the heady wine of your emotional response. 
One elegant, pale hand brushes back locks of the darkest inky hue, drawing your gaze up to his face. Those eyes... like gleaming pools of blood or raw, angry wounds or the dark coals of a forge ... they are unrelenting, boring into the recesses of your mind, weighing, witnessing, seeing all. 
An invisible wind, laden with the dry scent of caves hidden deep within the earth, stirs His hair, and causes the fine fabric of his garb to ripple softly. His eyes close, as if to receive the tender caress of a ghost. But then the moment of rememberance passes, and only the weary, uncaring Undead Lord remains... 
Khore is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Khore is in perfect health. 
Khore is using: 
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with an oval Saphyre 
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) the Oaken Sigil 
<worn on body> a number-one-fan shirt 
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of tailored black suede trousers 
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a full sleeved, banded collar shirt of black muslin 
<wielded> a long pointy stick 
<held> a bag of useful Wands 
<worn with pride> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood 

'''EQ as of March 21, 2002:''' 
Khore is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a clove cigarette
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with an oval Saphyre
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a twilight gray silk cravat
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) the faintest hint of moonlight
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of tailored black suede trousers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a full sleeved, banded collar shirt of black muslin
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) starched white cuffs with onyx buttons
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) starched white cuffs with onyx buttons
<held> (Artifact magic) the spiny adamantine staff
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) the black Cape of the Ordinus Nosferatus
<worn with pride> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

Restring of Note, Otober 3, 2000: 
<worn around neck> (Magical) (Humming) The Amulet of Damn Good Looks 
Khore says, 'Lounge Singer Khore.'. 

'''Titles of Amusement or Note:'''
Hel [ God ] Khore the Zen Vampire. 09/09/2000
Hel [ God ] Khore, vinigoth, vidigoth, vicigoth. 10/04/2000
Hel [ God ] Khore, the Implementor (coup) 10/16/2000
Hel [ - ] Khore goes bump in the Night. 10/31/2000
Hel [ Retired ] Khore. 07/20/2001
Hel [ Retired ] Khore remains amused. 08/03/2001
Hel [ Retired ] Khore is no longer amused. 08/25/2001
Hel [ God ] KHore is Khore 09/01/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore is the abominable bat man. 09/22/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore is collecting NOW. 10/10/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore: at the heart of every bad apple. 11/17/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore is now an unemployed hobo. 12/10/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore, the dark one. 12/31/2001
Hel [ God ] Khore: half elven, half worthless- the elven half. 03/10/2002
Hel [ God ] Khore: mostly responsible for all your problems. 09/19/2002
Hel [ God ] Khore Unit Zappa. 04/28/2002
Hel [ God ] Khore is smiling at you... =[ 05/15/2002
Hel [ God ] Khore likes to play with his food. 05/22/2002
Hel [ God ] Khore boldly redefines "away from keyboard". 06/29/2002
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore is hardkhore bad to the khore. 08/30/2002
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore looks a bit pale. 12/10/2002
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore. 01/11/2003
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore stalks people like you. 01/20/2003
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore is *not* clown funny. 01/31/2003
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore declares war on the silly. 02/13/2003
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore: patron saint of AFKness. 03/18/2003
Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore is now merely a statue in the great void. 04/10/2003
Hel [ Greater Goddess ] Khore doesn't know. It's a mystery. 08/25/2003
Hel [ Greater God ] Khore waves his hand and says, "I'm not here." 10/01/2003
Hel [ Greater God ] Khore, medium-high lord of TFC. 10/21/2003
Hel [ Greater God ] Khore is grumpy and grouchy and MEAN. 11/11/2003
Hel [ Greater God ] Khore is no longer grumpy or grouchy. 11/26/2003
Hel [ Retired ] Khore is retired. 01/22/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore, the screwdriver of evil. 1 part oj+1 me. 03/16/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore steals candy from babies. 04/01/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore likens himself to lichen. 07/29/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore: God of Unnatural Horses 08/10/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore thinks you're seeing things. 09/14/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore is Magical Trevor. 10/12/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore confirms Bliss alive and (physically) well. 11/17/2004
Hel [ Greater Semi-God ] Khore. 11/19/2004
Hel [ Greater Semi-God ] Khore: Evil Genius for hire. 12/16/2004
Hel [ Retired ] Khore: Evil Genius at work. 06/23/2005
Hel [ Retired ] Khore wonders who the hell you all are. 06/29/2008

== Character History: ==
(Taken from the TFC Player Pages on the old version of the website) 

''There are breezes now that in my youth I could not have appreciated. My eyes are darker for the shedding of tears and my tongue more patient for the grooved marks of teeth where I too often had need to hold it in check.'' 
''But no. There is something soft in the wind that stirs me to remembrance. For these eyes were once much brighter. The weight of the scepter of power becomes the weak man's chainery. It is that weakness that refuses to let go. The glitter out-dazzles the weight.'' 
''Again, the breeze stirs me. Prodding me to travel back to when these aged hands had not yet held the garden's apple. And of a time before this tongue had savored that fruit.'' 
... 
''In my youth, my heritage hid behind the veil of the subconscious, I believed myself to be half elven. The pointed, but only slightly, ears and my apparent luck convinced not only myself but also the contemptuous eyes of pure-bred contemporaries. The sneer on the elvish faces and the derision of humanity... I feasted on these. And yet even those in the camp where I grew up, misfits and outcasts all, kept me separate and apart.'' 
''They knew something without knowing...'' 
''And it was in the forests through idle chats with Jacek that I learned of me. In that tent where Magda sat unspeaking, where we spoke without even so much as acknowledging each other, I found a little bit of my history. And in those long and lonely walks to the icy plains, I saw my footprints and realized there was more than merely weight to leave such tracks''. 
''And the whispered praises and love in confidence of Syla, my beguiling liege... in the words she chose not to say, beneath that facade of carefree mischief... in those I found my path.'' 
''And even then, I suffer from my supposed humanity's weakness in seeing the truth eye to eye and *choosing* to be blind to it. And for all the close calls, the ravaged wounds, and the clumsy acts of magic, it was not until I stumbled upon that gate in the southern forests that I realized who, and where, and what I was.'' 
''And then only when He had approached and told me.'' 

----

The potion you imbibed brought you not to the place of safety you hoped, but into a large, cavernous chamber, lit by irregularly shaped torches. Something chitters high above you, and a faint breeze stirs the air. The light of the chamber dims for a moment, as if something moved past the flames, yet left no shadow upon its walls. Blinking, you look for some cause. From within the darkest corner, a soft, biting chuckle emanates. Chills dance along your spine and your hand involuntarily slides to your weapon. 
One pale hand flicks out from the shadows in a gesture of commanding denial. A figure follows; pallid, dressed in clothes that were in style centuries ago, in lands long since fallen to ruin. 
"I am Bezil. Rememberer. Guardian. Keeper of this place in the absence of my Lord." The voice is quiet, icy, detached. "In his absence, I bid you gone from here." Noting your pause with tired annoyance, Bezil responds in a dominating monotone, "Now." A gesture, and you are flung from this lost holy place with a violence that leaves you marveling your bones have not shattered… but then the ground rises up to meet you, and you know no more. 
When you come to, you find yourself in a forest, looking up at the night sky. The view is partially blocked by the face of a male half-elf, and a creature that looks like a cross between an elf and a cat. The male immediately murmurs, "Safe. You are well, and will come to no harm." The cat-thing tosses him a doubtful glance, but leaps back deftly, landing in a sprawling crouch at the base of a nearby tree. 
Helping you to your feet and dusting you off, the fellow smiles ruefully. "Bezil took offense at your curiosity, I take it? He is ever more protective, since my Lord Ascended." 
The cat-thing nods, and preens. "I woulda been His guard insteada Bezil, but He said I had to keep an eye on him…" she twitches one ear meaningfully at the dark haired half-elf, who carefully conceals a grin. 
"Where was I?'" you ask, patting your pockets to see what gear you may have lost in your violent travels. "I must have gotten a particularly bad vial from Lestiggen…" 
With a voice touched with sorrow, you are answered. "The home of Lord Khore, He who was once Lord of the Kindred." The cat yowls, a sound of mourning and twitches her whiskers at the man's response. At your nod, he continues. 
"Khore was the one we both served, among others, when He held His rank of Demi and Lesser God. The Kindred waxed and waned in size and strength, like the moons above." A graceful gesture calls your gaze upwards, to the glowing orbs in the night sky. Odd, how his skin is nearly as pale. "Some endured to the bitter end. Others found other paths. Some sought solace in Immortality. But no matter where they walked, service under Lord Khore has touched them forever." 
The cat leans forward, until you wonder how she manages to keep from toppling off her perch. "Not gonna give oath to NOBODY but a Kin. If not to Khore, and not to Kin, then not to NOBODY. Combee's nice. He's Kin. Maybe him." 
The half-elf gives her a brief caress of comfort, and nods at her fierce words. "For some, yes, that's the right thing. Not for everyone." He turns back to you, and continues. "Khore was our lord for many, many years. He taught us much. Showed us much. Revealed much to the Realm at large. It was His hand that unveiled Sanguinna; His own Kin dwell there…." 
"But Sanguinna… that's full of vampires…" you frown. 
The cat-thing snickers, bearing fangs that you thought were simply the normal teeth of any hunting beast, but when the half-elf's smile bears similar ivory weaponry, you take a step back. Again, he makes a gesture of peace. 
"Aye, the Kindred was a following 'cloaked in the crimson' as my Lady would say… but a following of honor. I've given you my word of safety. Besides…" He flicks his fingers, and the aura about him flares into brightness - a reassuring purplish light. "I have other Oaths now…. But that is neither here nor there… we speak of Khore, and the Kindred-That-Were." 
"Khore's the bestest Immortal ever. That's why M'Lord Tynian grabbed Him and made Him an even BIGGER god!" The cat nods smugly, assuredly. 
The vampire's lips twitch slightly as he hides another smile. "I would agree that my Lord Khore is certainly worthy to have been raised up by the Lord Implementor, Tynian." 
A soft chuckle emanates from the woods, frighteningly close. A ghastly voice whispers, "A worthy toy, as well…" 
As one, the three of you whirl, looking for the source of the new voice, but to no avail. 
"Puny mortals. If I wished you to see me, you would. I remember Khore as a mortal… the fun I had sending the angry guards of the northern human city sailing down the river after him! Oh, how he yelped!" A nasty chuckle. "That, and watching him swim for his life, when the Great Implementor of Insanity would dump Khore into Bluto's swimming hole…" 
The vampire-elf bows in a fashion that is carefully controlled and precisely polite. "Aye, Arch-Lich. And our Lord rose above those mortal torments to Demi-Godhood, and Lesser Godhood, and now…" His voice softens, but has a tiny edge to it. "And now… to Godhood… above many in the Realm. Even above yourself." 
A snort. "True enough. But he is not here, now… and I.. and mine… are!" 
The air shimmers and a tattooed blonde woman with piercing, jade green eyes appears, floating in the air. 
She chuckles, "Carrying on about your little horde of Nashite murderers again, Molo?" 
Someone glares around him. 
"I remember quite a bit about Khore as a mortal. I owe my own introduction to Bluto to him. Too bad I never did quite finish off that over-grown sardine. . ." The Goddess of Chance grins maliciously and edges closer to you, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. "You want to know about Khore as a mortal? Let me tell you . . ." 
"Khore had this thing for traipsing along with this mage named Kaern. I think there was a hero-worship complex or something there. Anyway, he had two tendencies that cropped up again and again . . . bad run-ins with 'dargons,' and a penchant for getting himself turned into a female. Why, there was one time there for months on end when it seemed any draconic beast in the realm was drawing from a lottery to get a piece of him. He kept getting himself patched up, and headed back out, though. Quite persistent for a bony little mage." 
She smiles at you and winks knowingly, then flicks her eyes towards the bushes to the west, alerting you just in time. Before the black clad figures can leap out, the bottle is already raised to your lips and quaffed, wrenching you a third time to…. 
Safety. 
Perhaps your luck has turned for the evening… 
You scan the chamber, making sure that none of the attackers have followed, and see only a woman standing statue-still over by the door, staring out into the Guild hallway. She is breathtakingly beautiful, with skin like the purest marble, and silken hair that falls like an auburn waterfall down her back. As you stare, unabashedly, it seems that she can feel the weight of your gaze. She turns. Her eyes meet yours. Suddenly, vertigo swirls over you. A tiny sound escapes your throat. She lowers her gaze, releasing you. A tiny frown creases her perfect skin, and she leans forward slightly, looking at you. Her nostrils flare, and as her eyes dance over you fully, the questioning look upon her face is replaced by one of understanding. 
"I thought I caught the scent of Bezil upon you. I see his mark upon your chest." 
Blinking, you look down, and see where the Guardian Vampire's talons raked four perfectly even slashes in your tunic, but did not disturb the skin beneath. A blush colors your cheeks. 
"Hello. I'm Saphyre. I see you visited… Khore's… temple uninvited." The tiny pause before she speaks his name must have been your imagination. A single syllable could not possibly hold as much meaning as you thought it just did… love, loss, desire, longing, the weight of years of knowing. 
You nod, holding back the questions that leapt eagerly to your tongue, wanting to know more, teased into overwhelming curiosity by the myriad shades of tone upon that one, single word. You glance around the room once more, just making sure that none have followed, and when your eyes return to the doorway, she is gone, moonlight driven away by the rising sun. 

== Trivia: ==
* Khore had a very special relationship with Bluto, a certain infamous shark.
* One of Khore's Attendants was [[Asia]]

== Personal Timeline: ==
December 1995: Khore, a half elf mage is created. 
 
April 1996: Khore marries Risa, a level 20 ogress, in a wedding ceremony performed by Syla. (Soon thereafter, Risa leaves for a desperately needed stay at a charm school, from which she still infrequently escapes and steps on people. The wedding was later annulled.) Khore, a worshipper of Syla, is later granted Immortality and becomes an Ambassador. 
 
May 96: Khore becomes a Demi God, creating the red-aura'ed following of the Kindred Vampyric. His holy symbol is a black cape. His first followers include his beloved Sapphyre, Kira, and Raith, as well as Shahrazad and Dalamar. He later Ordains Palmer and Combee. Less than two weeks after accepting him, Khore releases and rejects Dalamar with no explanation whatsoever. 
 
July 31, 1996: Cordir, a wee little 16th level mage, has a chat with Khore and Nayr about a restring she lost... [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1996/kisses.htm a Vampire's Kiss]. 
 
July 1996: Khore Semi-Retires, disbanding most of the Kindred, but accepts a young shamaness named Lena nonetheless. 
 
9/24, 1996 - A GT is held in Costa Mesa, California, with Ivarr (the host), Marisa, Zarous, Khore, Foolkiller, Gryphon, Tokugawa, Einskaldir, T'Far, Cordir, ZARA, Polnevdra, Taffron, Nameless, Xaviera & Feydorian among the mudders attending. 
 
December 2, 1996 - Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1996/thingstfcneeds.HTM "Things TFC Needs"] to the TFC Mailing List. 
 
December 27, 1996 - Khore cants 'This is not my lag. This has been a disclaimer.'. 
 
January 11, 1997 - Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1997/ipker.html "I, Pker"] (probably his most famous written creation) to the TFC mailing list. 
 
May 30, 1997 - Version 2.82a is installed. Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1997/khorequestion.html "The Question"] and [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1997/khoreanswer.html "The Answer"]. 
 
November 1997: Khore petitions for Neutrality for the Kindred, and is refused. 
 
May 1998 - Combee is Ordained by Khore. 
 
October 98: Asia is made Attendant to Khore. 
 
June 28, 1999: Khore, Lord of the Kindred, Ascends to the position of God (and it works this time. The first time on 6/21, 1999, not so much.) 
 
July 17, 2000: Khore posts a response to [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2000/expectations.html "expectations"] on the tfc mailing list. 
 
July 27/2000: Khore runs a contest: the first to bring him 5 fruits in a bag wins a chance to be teleported five times, and if they survive all five, they win a restring. Ananasi Aleitros of Fate survives the five teleports, and Khore offers double or nothing. After the ninth teleport, Khore grumbles that it hasn't been exciting enough (read, "Ananasi hasn't gotten killed"), and Ananasi makes the mistake of commenting, "Bring on the tenth, fangboy." Khore rifts her; thus, she loses the contest one short of two restrings. He decides to award her one restring for amusing him anyway. 
 
August 31, 2000 - Khore has a slight mishap which prevents him from logging in for the majority of the day. No further details are permitted for publication. A storytelling is held in Cordir's office, by Thaygar and [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2000/khoretale.htm Khore] (who is finally able to log in. Warning, Khore's story is long and may take a while to load.) 
 
September 01, 2000: Khore hosts a story contest - "WHAT IF..." The deadline for entries being September 8th. 
 
November 13, 2000 : Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2000/october.html "Remembering October"]. 
 
February 14, 2001: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/khoreretire.html Khore retires, rather undramatically]. 
 
August 23, 2001: DarkClaw tells the tale of her life at the Hour, followed by a vision of the past, detailing when [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/darknessconfrontation.htm Khore asked the Kindred to bear a Strength and Weakness]. 
 
August 30, 2001: A Nature Reunion is held, and Rhina is unable to login as herself, so comes back as a level 1 named Aphra instead to attend the reunion. Attendees include: Aphra (Rhina), Myronides, Theoden, Tamar, Tonto, Dalaran, Solanthas, Khore, Lorali, Tokugawa, and Clumsyfool. Kerriariadne also stops by for a little while, and Elladan sends his regards. 
 
August 31, 2001: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/khorerepromoted.html Khore is re-promoted to God], after slightly more than 6 months of being retired. 
 
September 04, 2001: ### A flea killed by Khore at The Chat Room- we're all still wondering about that. 
 
September 06, 2001: ### A flea killed by Khore at The Void... we're STILL wondering why... swiftly followed by NosyMortals killed by Khore at The Void. [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/wiz9401.htm WIZLIST showing Khore as being both a God and Retired]. 
 
September 21, 2001: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/upcoming.html Khore announces an upcoming quest]. 
 
September 22, 2001: The mud sees ### Whiny Mortals killed by Khore at Khore's Office. 
 
September 25, 2001: Khore runs a trivia contest and Mael is the winner, receiving two potions of his choice. Khore attends the Fateful Hour, rewards Solaron for his week of service, and answers the questions of those present. 
 
September 28, 2001: Sherank dies on the top floor of Master's Tower, and Mael goes in and gets the corpse single handedly. Only an hour or so later, Aslan bad-vortexes to the Demon Realm. Dracos attempts the CR, but is overpowered and has to flee. Teluin makes an attempt as well, but dies. Mael heads in, and singlehandedly retrieves BOTH Teluin and Aslan's corpses. Khore finds the return of Teluin's corpse rather Un-Evil and sets a quest of Penance upon Mael... otherwise, his Goddess, Bliss, will be punished. So [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/maelevil.html Mael does an evil deed] to save Bliss from certain punishment (Marisa Notes: although saving his goddess doesn't sound terribly evil to me :P). Someone puts a statue, (Perfect in every regard, a chocolate statue of Bliss dominates the chamber), in Bliss' temple. Maldobar is given a stuffed snow leopard when he mentions he is lonely. Khore kills Plane twice, and gives his brain to Tamar. He then kills Azeworai, when Azeworai refuses to eat a chocolate heart from Tamar's ocelot. Skinhunter is heard proclaiming that he 'created the Dreamwalkers' on gossip, and is then quite personally rude to Khore when the Vampire suggests that Skinhunter not impersonate an Immortal. The little fellow is dealt with swiftly and thoroughly by means we are not allowed to convey here. 
 
October 01, 2001: Khore posts the [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/gladiatorrules.html gladiator quest rules.] 
 
October 08, 2001: The Golem quest is ongoing! Berrin posts an idea about the animated golem boxes saying "Can we get them to shout instead of gossip that way I and many others can turn off the annoyance. thank you." As a result, Khore directs the golems to give Berrin a tell saying, 'So, I'm annoying am I?' every time someone enters a room with one of them. 
 
October 8, 2001: Khore posts a [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/postpone.html note about his temporary absence], postponing the golem quest due to a RL accident *comfort*. Later he announces that the golem quest collection time ends Wednesday, 11:59PM, and that combat is to commence Thursday night, 9:00PM Mud Time. 
 
October 11, 2001: Khore runs his [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/2ndannualgolemquest.html 2nd annual golem quest]! 
 
October 12, 2001: Khore posts a note about what the [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/golemweapons.html golem weapons were]. Khore creates Sleeg, the younger brother of slue, and charged a large group of players to ensure that Sleeg stayed alive. Then, a number of assassins attempted to kill the youngling, including Borlan. Then Slue jumped to his little brother's rescue, but became confused and nearly slew him, himself... Baron Marel came the closest of all of the assassins. 
 
November 14, 2001: Khore grants formal permission for Noctus to seek Tranquility's hand in marriage. 
 
December 23, 2001: Strider is killed by Khore for mobkilling out of range. 
 
December 24, 2001: Khore posts [ http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/khorestrider.html a note about Strider & Revenant], and the debate about Torchbearer's following continues on in many, many notes. 
 
March 22, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khoreschallenge.html Cordir posts Khore's Challenge]. [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khorelexie.html Lexie kills Khore and Triston]! 
 
March 21, 2002: Khore annihilates Cordir with a rift... Why? He had just told the immortals about the 'Cup o Noodles' he made for dinner.. which are prepackaged, overly salty, and taste like cardboard...then she had the audacity to describe what she had cooked for dinner: boneless chicken in a creamy dijon/white wine sauce with mashed potatoes, salad, and bacon/cheddar/garlic biscuits... and that she just had to throw away part of a home made apple pie, because Abe couldn't eat it faster than it went bad... the apple pie comment earned the rift! 
 
March 22, 2002: Khore offers a prize to the first non-elf who can bring him a sharp wooden object. Kain shows up with a bamboo fishing pole, declaring it to be sharp and poky. Khore pokes Kain with a pole. Khore utters the words, 'rift'. Khore's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** Kain! Kain is DEAD!! Khore gossips, 'Nope, not sharp... but the rift was.' Moments later, Salim brings him a wooden stake, and wins the prize. Not satisfied until an elf is tortured, Khore has more fun with Kain, but announces him the winner in the "Stick Vs Kain" bout. Khore gossips, 'Sharp pointy ears no match for sharp pointy sticks.'. The games continue with Lexie pitted against Triston with a godweapon ... and more tomfoolery ... [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/lexie-khore.htm here's the log]! 
 
April 02, 2002: Cordir: Khore's Challenge... / Tue Apr 2 21:50:43 2002 / To: all / Khore Challenged the mud to provide him with thirty "Top Ten" lists having to do with him running a quest, or the individual winning first prize in his quest. This afternoon, we were at 29 entries. We are now at 35. Khore's Challenge has been met, and all entries provided to him for judging. In service to His Dread Sanguine Lordship, Cordir. 
 
April 18, 2002: Cordir announces [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/kchalwin.html the winners of Khore's challenge]. 
 
April 23, 2002: Clue chooses a new life, and becomes [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/cluerebirth.htm Blood-Daughter to Lord Khore]. Khore announces Information about [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/questnews.htm two upcoming Quests!] 
 
April 28, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/golemwars3.html Khore posts a note announcing Golem Wars 3]. 
 
May 7, 2002: Khore posts some notes about [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khorewords.html the words of power]. Tte golem boxes start up with "An animated golem box gossips, 'HELP! someone is trying to kill me!'."... Khore's Golem Quest III hits the next stage. 
 
May 09, 2002: Khore auctions 20 words of power, which are sold to Grale for "UngodlyAmountsOfCash". Black Market auctioning of words of power becomes widespread. The golem boxes start [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/golemponder.html pondering things in their death throes]. 
 
May 13, 2002: "Someone" gives Bliss [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/blissgiven.html Ladislaw's decapitated head]. Later, Khore offers to sew it back on, and [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/sewhead.html gets hexed for his trouble]. 
 
May 15, 2002: Khore announces that [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/golemconstr.html golem construction has begun]. 
 
June 01, 2002: TFC Goes through The Big Move. This same day, [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khoregoodies.html Khore passes out some goodies], since it's all temporary anyway. 
 
July 02, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khoreelves.html Khore talks about elves]. 
 
July 23, 2002: After some silliness on gossip, Khore makes a point playing [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/eeny.htm Eenie Meenie Miny Moe!] 
 
August 18, 2002: Khore eats a pill of "rift rift death" that was cleverly disguised as a chocolate bunny. (Gee, wonder which chocoholic immortal that was really intended for :P) 
 
September 07, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khorescavenger.htm Khore runs a brief scavenger hunt]. 
 
September 11, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khore-elf.htm Khore Challenges The Elves] - specifically Myronides - to choose a champion. Abe is chosen to be Champion of the Elves (even though he's a human). The contest turns out to be a battle of wits against Katrana, and Khore offers a prize of 100,000 coins to the winner.[http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/champ.html Here's how it turned out]. 
September 22, 2002: Garath gossips (in common), 'What are these wampires?'. Lycron gossips (in common), 'Guild pimps?'. Duvel gossips (in common), 'a sign that khore's still active, I guess :)' Lycron gossips (in common), 'Or they could just be guild pimps :-P'. 
 
November 01, 2002: ### INFO: A very late Holloweener killed by Khore at at The Void ### INFO: A mortal begging for mercy killed by Khore at The Void ### INFO: Lexie's chances of winning this quest killed by Khore at The Void. 
 
November 15, 2002: Provate starts suiciding on Slue, so Khore helps him find more creative ways to mobdie, including a trip to the longship and the Demon Realm. 
 
November 16, 2002: Khore rifts Cordir nine times and vamp touches her when he hears she's turned in five entries to the writing contest. 
 
November 19, 2002: Khore's late entry to the [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/whatifcontest.htm Chosen writing contest] is added to that page. 
 
December 23, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/christmaswishes.html Khore gossips a few Christmas wishes]. 
 
December 24, 2002: Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/tfcforums.html a little Christmas present to the mud]: the TFC forums. 
 
January 06, 2003: Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/soliloquy.html "Soliloquy to a Brook"]. 
 
January 13, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/ipker-repost.htm Khore reposts "I, PKer"] to the Forums by request. 
 
1/20, 2003: After sex changing everyone in the guild, Khore auctions an Amulet of Familiarity. Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/apprentice.html "An Unlikely Apprentice"] to the forum. 
 
January 22, 2003: Someone gossips, 'Khore controlled himself from killing Vex at least three times today. For the timeline.' 
 
January 31, 2003: Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/intofire.html "An Unlikely Apprentice: Into Fire"] to the forums. 
 
February 04, 2003: Khore posts [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/findingevil.html "An Unlikely Apprentice: Finding Evil"] to the forums. 
 
February 05, 2003: The Unlikely Apprentice saga continues, as [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/findingkhore.html Khore posts "Finding Khore"] to the forums. 
 
January 06, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/soliloquy.html Khore posts "Soliloquy to a Brook"]. 
 
February 28, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/journeysend.html Khore posts "Journey's End" to the forums]. 
 
March 2, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/dogdays.html Khore posts "Dog Days and Rain" to the forums]. 
 
April 21, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/onacliff.html Khore posts "On a Cliff" to the forums]. 
 
June 16, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/ehdawuin.html Khore posts "Ehdawuin" to the tfc forums]. 
 
July 1, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/khoregreater.html Khore is promoted to Greater God!] 
 
October 9, 2003: Dundrave posts an angry note about "mud trash" which continues the note saga from Tweedle & Jobano, and Khore posts a funny response. 
 
October 25, 2003: Khore turns 3000 years old. (Pretty young for a vampire.) 
 
October 27, 2003: Khore gossips, 'Try not to die, and excuse the falling rocks of death in the temple area.'. after he "accidentally" meteor swarms the temple area. 
 
October 30, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/thesinger.html Khore posts "The Singer" to the forums]. 
 
November 1, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/golemwarsiv.html Khore announces the latest Golem Wars]! 
 
November 06, 2003: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/tiebreakround.html Khore runs a quest involving killer ducks] (and other small normally otherwise-innocent animals) and Solaron is the winner. 
 
January 07, 2004: Khore posts a few [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2004/fewannounce.html announcements from the void] on the tfc forums. 
 
January 13, 2004: Khore retires for the second time, posting a note called [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2004/deepregret.html "With Deep Regret"] to the tfc forums. 
 
March 26, 2004: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2004/khoreimp.htm Khore is implementor for the day.] 

== Wiki References: ==
* [[Mischief]]
* [[Kindred Vampyric]]
* [[The Cave of Khore]]
* [[Top 10 Reasons You Don't Want Khore to Run A Quest]]
* [[Clue]]
* [[Cirth the Pale]]
* [[Palmer]]
* [[Sabella]]
[[category:People]]

Jaxxon

2011-05-10T02:23:32Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Jaxxon
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Cardinal of the Heavens
|imm_rank = God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}
|last_seen = April 30, 2006
|followed = [[Sinclair]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[The Bazaar]] [[Jester's Keep]]
|immorted_on = Prior to 1995
|following =
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
 

== Jaxxons's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

As dawn awoke to its Final Challenge, a young cleric started an Eternal journey. He traversed the land, learning the ways of mortals and magicks. As time and his education progressed, his name became known in the realm, the name of Jaxxon. Eventually, his quest for knowledge sought to escape mortal bonds. By grace of experience and gift of Immortality, Jaxxon shed his earthly trappings to continue His journey. 

And continue He does. Jaxxon spends time in many planes, even returning to the mortal realm to revisit and relearn through His Immortal eyes. Although it is rare, Jaxxon will on occasion take a particularly devout mortal into His Fold. Those with the fortune - for good or ill - to be chosen to Follow, find themselves dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and the tenets of Good. Though Jaxxon is a deity of good, He is neither gentle nor compassionate with those who choose to oppose His design or impede His quest for knowledge. Those who seek knowledge may, however, look to Jaxxon for occasional guidance in the winding path of life. 
 
[[Jaxxon's Temple]] was refuge for those seeking knowledge and the presence of Good.

== Current Description: ==
A solitary spirit seemingly caught in the instant of twilight where day 
surrenders to night - in the flicker of a smile between pleasure and 
pain - in the glistening of a tear separating joy from sorrow - in that 
last moment where existence changes to oblivion. 
The only steady portion of this apparition is the cold green of Its eyes. 
Jaxxon is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Jaxxon is in perfect health. 
 
Jaxxon is using: 
<worn on finger> (Magical) Der Ring Des Nibelungen 
<worn on finger> (Magical) an emerald ring 
<worn around neck> (Magical) the Amulet of Wakefulness 
<worn on body> a tattered robe 
<worn on feet> twine sandals 
<held> a bottle of Absolut vodka 
<worn with pride> (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood 
<worn with pride> (Blue Aura) the Sword in Ankh of Jaxxon 

== Character History: ==
 
== Trivia: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Darkmoon

2011-05-10T02:23:11Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Darkmoon
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = The Seductress of Evil
|imm_rank = Goddess
|created = 1994-ish
|status = Retired
|retire_date = January 1996
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Thief}}
|last_seen = January 4, 2007
|followed = [[Caradoc]]
|spouse = [[Sirak]] x2
|partner =
|parents =
|children = 2: 1 with Sirak 1 Adopted.
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[The Jungle]]
|immorted_on = AMB: Nov 1995 Demi: Nov 1995 Lesser: May 1996 God+: July 1996
|following = [[Darkness]]
|portfolio =
}}

'''Nicknames:''' The Seductress of Evil 

== Darkmoon's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Stealing the souls of good, and seducing the rest to the ways of evil. Darkmoon was a souless mortal, killing her parents at a young age she learned the power of evil. Evil in her mind was very seducing, she converted many over to her ways, and those who didn't found ultimate torture. Creative in her ways she talked many people to their deaths, by her own hand and others. 

Invited into the following of Caradoc she learned the ways of thieves, stealing not only objects, but souls of those who she believed to betray her. She continued to gain power to the point that she was no longer considered mortal, she became ultimate evil. 

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Darkmoon Un-retired on on Jun 7 2002. She retired for the second time on December 30, 2002.

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Player Information: ==
* Darkmoon is the RL wife of Tynian. :)
[[category:People]]

Bliss

2011-05-10T02:22:57Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Bliss
|incarnation = IV
|styled_as = The Goddess of the Ash Moon Coven
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|created = Unknown
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race =
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Jerald]] [[Foolkiller]] [[Torchbearer]] [[Thaygar]] [[Solanthas]]
|spouse = [[Hornblower]]
|partner = [[Abender Stormreaver]] (Fiancée)
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Blood-Sister: [[Cassandra]]
|areas_written = [[Wintermeet]]
|immorted_on = Demigoddess: 01/22/01
|following = [[Ash Moon Coven]]
}}

[[File:Bliss8.gif]]

== Mud Contributions: ==
* See Sidebar for areas written.
* Ran a yearly poll of TFC called [[BlissPoll]].

== Current Description: ==
'''10/27/2000:'''
The vixen gazes at you with her twinkling pair of pale violet eyes. You are bewitched by the barest hint of a yet unformed smile that plays on her lips. 

She stands, head cocked to the side, with a feminine assurance of complete control. She looks good, and she knows it. But there's something more in the way she carries herself: the subtle hint of immeasurable power. 

Her clothing is of the finest qualities, and it drapes her body in ways that dare you to let your gaze linger on curves longer than you should. Her skin, the color of tropical beach sand, glows with a soft exuberance mortal skin could never know. Her auburn tresses fall about her face in a kind of controlled chaos, framing the delicate features of her face the way one would frame an artist's masterwork. 

Around her neck, dangling in front of her chest, glints an amulet of immense status. She is immortal, in more ways than one. She glances quizzically at you, noting your prolonged observation of her. 

You brace yourself for some swift and harsh punishment, but instead, she winks and blows you a kiss as she turns her attention elsewhere. 
Bliss is tattooed with an anthracite-blue "K" on the nape of her neck. 
Bliss is bathed in the essence of charisma. 

Hum [ Ambassador ] Bliss, Divine Chocolate Connoisseur *A* August 15, 2000
Hum [ Ambassador ] Bliss, Divine Chocolate Connoisseur -KPD- October 11, 2000
Hum [ Attendant ] Bliss, Chocolate Connoisseur of the Tigers. November 1, 2000
Hum [ Attendant ] Bliss proudly attends the Tigers. January 21, 2001
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss. January 22, 2001
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss wields a bottle opener...bottles beware July 12, 2001
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss squishes Khore. Squish, squish! August 4, 2001
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss, Goddess of the Ashen Moon October 11, 2001
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss does a stiletto tap dance in Solanthas's lap April 28, 2002
Hum [ Demigoddess ] Bliss puts a Hex on you! May 23, 2002
Hum [ Ma: 3 ] Bliss the Girl June 1, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss is taking a cooking class...BEWARE! July 09, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss: Click Here To Play Again! August 15, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss enjoys synchronized rifting. August 19, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss, Penguins are hazardous to your sleep. August 29, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss. All kitchen appliances scare me. November 29, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss misses that tingly feeling... December 27, 2002
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss the Cute Quidnunc! January 20, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss, Queen of the Jungle February 1, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss loves baKed alasKa. March 26, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss hardboils Vorax until he KracKs. April 28, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss is SchwartzKoff in a Swiss Miss outfit. May 30, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss, Kommander of the Rump Brigade. June 22, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss no Komprende, it's a riddle... July 18, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss, Goddess of LucK and LucKy Charms October 1, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss asks Extra Krispy or Original Style? November 18, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss is Extra Krispy. Beware Venom. November 28, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss is the Muffin Ma'am! -= Beware Venom =- December 19, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss has Spock's Brain! Beware Venom. December 30, 2003
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss will bite. Proceed with Khoretion. Venom. January 17, 2004
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss Loves Evil Inconceivable FruitcaKes. March 1, 2004
Hum [ Goddess ] Bliss loves chocolate-covered mortals August 15, 2004
Hum [ Implementor ] Bliss loves chocolate-covered morta...err, morsels August 15, 2004 (1)
Hum [ Goddess ] Bliss loves chocolate-covered morta...morsels. November 26, 2004

(1) Prefaced by: Schwartz gossips (in common), 'ALL HAIL BLISS, TFC'S NEWEST INSTIGATOR!'.

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Bliss was an Attendant to [[Tripper]] and the [[Tigers]] (Promotion date 10/31/00)
* Bliss' first worshipper was Melisa.
* Bliss will be mentioned in the temple of [[Rufus]]

== Personal Timeline: ==
January 24, 2002: Bliss invites all the Immortals to participate in a pizza party. 
[[category:People]]

Zarous

2011-05-10T02:22:24Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Zarous
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of Adventure
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = Dec 7, 1999
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen = July 22, 2010
|followed =
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Elven Homestead]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
|following = [[Adventure]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
Wrote the [[Elven Homestead]]. 

== Current Description: ==
{{quotable|Elf [ Retired ] Zarous God of Shuffleboard. phd, cpa, ips.|03/14/2002}}

== Character History: ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 
In mortal life Zarous wandered wide and far in the land of TFC seeking adventure and hidden look descriptions back when the world was much smaller and impler. Zarous took time out of his busy schedule of getting mob killed, and fleeing playerkillers to help out newbies and do corpse retrievals. After 300 years of mortality, and one too many blows to the head, Zarous chose to serve another 200 years as ambassador before becoming the shining example of pure wholesome goodness that he is today. 
Do you seek out new places to explore? Do you like to help others to enjoy the realm as much as you do? Seek out Zarous' temple and gaze into the still waters of the pool and see if you have what it takes to be a true adventurer. 

== Zarous' Immortal Profile/Bio ==
When asked for a description, he had these things to say about himself: 
Zarous likes to explore the world. 
Zarous does not like greedy or random player killing. 
Zarous likes making friends, and helping others to discover the secrets of the world for themselves. 
Zarous does not like cheaters, liars, or evil. 

== Trivia: ==
Zarous had a website for his character on TFC that featured a funny photo album of various characters. Thanks to the wonders of the internet the pictures have been preserved and can be viewed on the [[Zarous Photo Album]] page. 
Written by Zarous is the [[Story of Zarous's Paladin]] 
Also written by Zarous is a little story called [[Concerning Vikings]] featuring Tokugawa, Jaator, Daris and Zarous himself. 

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Tel

2011-05-10T02:22:03Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Tel
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of Passions
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status =
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen = November 25, 2009
|followed = [[Splat]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Castle of Baron Marel]] [[Kuroth]]
|immorted_on = 1st AMB: April 1995 1st DEMI: May 1995 1st Lesser: February 1996
|following = 1st:[[The Passionate]] 2nd:[[Order of the Golden Flame]]
|portfolio =
}}

[[File:Tel.gif]]

== Tel's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Dedicating His entire life to vanquishing the spawn of night, Tel spent years rising to the immortal plane. Along his journey to immortality, Tel realized that His real Passions in life were destroying evil and helping those in need. His focus on these Passions is what propelled Him to the exalted rank of Paladin, His Passion, as well as His mighty God--Splat, are what made Him Great. Now Tel seeks to help mortals find their own Passions, thereby helping them to be the best they can. 

The Tenents of the Passionate: 
* You must always seek the purity of goodness. Conversing with evils and neutrals is allowed but don't group with evils. 
* Help those who deserve it ... always and without question of personal gain. 
* Your following of Tel is a quest in itself. You are seeking your true passion in life, good luck. 
* If you find your passion (i.e. fighting evil, helping newbies, exploring, a person you love etc...), you must dedicate yourself to it fully and proclaim it to all. 
* Most importantly---Have fun! 
[[category:People]]

Syla

2011-05-10T02:21:49Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Goddess of Mischief
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = 2nd: Aug 13, 1999
|race = [[Half-elf]]
|last_seen = January 24, 2011
|followed = [[Nayr]]
|spouse = [[Snare]] [[Pyros]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[EmDeeVille]]
|immorted_on = Prior to 1995
|following = [[Mischief]]
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
Syla completed [[EmDeeVille]], for promotion to Lesser Goddess.

== Current Description: ==

Before you stands Syla, the Goddess of Mischief. Her pale skin and grey eyes
radiate an awesome aura of power. You feel enraptured at the sight of her,
and you find yourself quickly falling under her intoxicating enchantment.
Just when you are ready to give up your life to serve her for eternity,
She releases you from her spell, leaving you dazed and stunned,
yet strangely fulfilled.
Syla is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Syla is in perfect health.

Syla is using:
<worn on finger> (Glowing) Fiery ring of Pyros' love
<worn on finger> (Humming) a string tied around her finger
<worn around neck> (Red Aura) an amulet stuffed with Pyros' ownership papers
<worn around neck> (Red Aura) white silk ruffles
<worn on body> (Red Aura) a scarlet suede vest
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a wreath of fire flowers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) a pair of black suede pants
<worn on feet> (Red Aura) a pair of black suede Boots of Sneaking
<worn on hands> (Red Aura) a pair of black silk Gloves of Ruffling
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) some ruffled silk sleeves
<worn as shield> (Humming) a short Span of Attention
<worn about body> (Red Aura) a rippling scarlet red aura
<worn about waist> (Red Aura) a scarlet silk sash
<worn around wrist> (Wiggling) a green garter snake
<worn around wrist> something fishy
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a Rapier of Wit
<held> (Red Aura) The eye of the beholder
<worn with pride> (Artifact magic) (Humming) the Medallion of Goddesshood
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) a silken, scarlet letter, 'S'

== Character History: ==
 

== Syla's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)''

The Goddess of Mischief is perhaps one of the most impulsive of the Immortals with her short attention span and her love for fun. Although ofter shy when visible, Syla is fascinated by mortals and adores fussing and watching over them from her hideout. Syla's physical appearance is deceptive, for her golden tresses and blushing pale skin hardly indicate an evil soul, yet actions speak louder than words. Her personality has been described by many as fire and ice. Adept in the art of black magic, Syla arbitrarily both enchanted and destroyed those of the ancient world. 

At a young age, Syla was accepted into Nayr's following, where she quickly grew into a powerful mage under His guidance. Although once He was promoted to God, she was reformed and remained neutral for the last decades of her remaining mortal years. Those years proved quite difficult for Syla yet she grew tremendously by relying on her inner strength, skill and charisma. 

During her mortal life, she had but one true love. When his body was taking from the earth in retribution for his crimes, it was rumored among the commoners that her heart died with his passing. One might conclude that it was this restlessness which contributed to her mischievious afterlife. Initially after immorting, Syla looked after her fellow followers and friends from Nayr's following, but shortly thereafter, went into seclusion and no one heard from her for nearly a century. During this time, Pyros, one of Nayr's previous followers, had demonstrated his leadership abilities and loyalty by taking care of the Cult of Mischief during her absence, thus earning the honored rank, Arch-Mage of Mischief. 

During the time she was away, Syla's heart slowly healed and she began to realize how much she adored and missed Pyros' companionship, and thus she decided to return to watch him become an immortal and lead a following of his own. Given the chance to spend time with one another again, Pyros' charm sparked her interest and the chemistry flared between them. They had a short engagement (as Immortals generally do) and were soon married, having Nayr (now a Greater God), perform the ceremony. 

Under Syla's leadership, five followers have achieved immortality. They are, in order: [[Pyros]], [[Khore]], [[Ozmo]], [[Ironbrain]], and [[Bumblefoot]]. 

== Trivia: ==
* Syla is known for aack! and *ruffle* and a well known fear of That Which Shall Not Be Named. (which is a type of bird that makes a Sound Which Shall Not Be Imitated.) 
* Syla un-retired for a span of 2 days (August 11 - August 13, 1999).
* Syla's wedding to [[Snare]] lasted a grand total of one day: he was deleted the day after the wedding.

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Slash

2011-05-10T02:21:38Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Slash
|incarnation =
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = November 27, 1994
|race = {{Race|Aarakocra}}
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Darkmoon]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Aarakocran City]] [[Lost in the Foliage]]
|immorted_on =
|following = [[Following: Slash]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
 
== Current Description: ==
 

== Character History: ==
 
== Trivia: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Siren

2011-05-10T02:21:26Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Siren
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Goddess of the Dark Mist
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = Fal of 1996
|race = Giant
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Slash]]
|spouse = [[Thaygar]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children = [[Thayren]]
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Altibia]]
|immorted_on = Demi: September 1994
|following = [[Dark Mist]]
|portfolio =
}}

aka Goddess of The Dark Mist, Lady Paladin of Hatchet, Bride of Thaygar of the Ebon Hand

== Siren's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Siren, of mythical beauty and charm, immorted under the watchful eye and protective hand of the great and legendary Lesser God, Slash. His wisdom fed hers, his strength became hers ... until the evil within her took hold and unleashed her fury ... the evil ebbed forth ... and the Dark Mist parted ... the Abyss beckoned ... she keened the Calling of Siren. 

Mysterious, enchanting, ever beckoning your soul. Evil is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever dreamed of. Give in to temptation. Follow the Call of Siren. 

Evil is your Calling, and you will be loyal to it. Good is to be tolerated at best. Those consorting with good will be shown the jealous nature of Siren's summoning chant. Slaying other adventurers is your perogative. Revenge is your dish to serve, and at best, served quickly and cold. Slay as you will ... 

But leave the followers of Thaygar alone. The Groom of Siren holds a special place in the litany of Ascension, and should any of the Ebon Hand be harmed, the Call of Siren can bring one to terrible pain and displeasure. This wrath of anger can only be experienced by those who defy Siren's will. The gifts of Siren, experienced by many, can only be measured by the hand of worth, the hand of evil, the hands of the faithful, grateful to her whims of glory. 

The Call of the Dark Mist is strong and unified. You will be put upon to aid those who also follow the Call. The strong will assist the weak, all rising as one to the beckoning glory heralded by the keening of the Dark Mist. 

Siren is not selfish, and asks nothing of one but what one is. Work for the Calling strengthens all who follow, and all closer to their own personal satisfaction, to rise, to be evil, to be proud, to conquer. Follow the Calling for yourself, be strong and focussed. Set the path of evil, honor and glory, the path of the Keening, the Summoning, the Call of Siren - Goddess of the Dark Mist.

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
Gia [ DemiGod ] Siren: Evil, Inc.

== Character History: ==
(original source http://www.mindspring.com/~dfleenor/title1.htm)

Note by [[Pelias]]:

Alas, little do I know of Siren's beginnings. I came to TFC long after she had immorted, and thus never knew her as a mortal.
But I can tell you what I know of Siren now. She is wise and fair, and does not like whining (Weaselboy can attest to that...heh). She has only killed me a few times, but I deserved it, and I will relate these incidents some other time. Siren rules The Dark Mist with an firm but even hand, and has my total respect, as well as the respect of all that follow her I'm sure. A evil mage couldn't ask for a better deity!

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Siren has retired. She will be missed by myself and all of her followers. I'm sure that wherever she is, she knows how much we miss her.

== Trivia: ==
* Siren was permitted to change alignments at one point. After reaching Lesser Goddess status, she was demoted for an infraction, then later restored to Lesser.

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Player Information: ==
[[category:People]]

Robert

2011-05-10T02:21:14Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|incarnation = I
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|status = Retired
|last_seen = November 7, 2008
|areas_written = [[Utopia]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
|following = [[Unity]]
}}

[[File:Robert.gif]]

Robert is a Retired Lesser God and led [[Unity]]

'''Nicknames:''' The Twiddler 

== Robert's Immortality Quest ==
(Taken from the TFC Website) 
Once upon a time, I, Robert the Triple Classer of Holy Virtue, sent a petition for immortality to the great Implementors of this realm. I felt as though my mortal life had reached its end and I needed a new challenge, so I asked the Rulers to give me the opportunity to become immortal. Some time after I sent my petition, Madman himself transferred me to His office and asked if I was willing to undertake a quest to gain my immortality. After my affirmative answer, He gave me a list of quest items and questions. At that time I didn't really realize what He expected from me, for I was caught up in the whole event of meeting Madman in person. Only after He transferred me back to the Guild Hall, when the reality of the quest began to sink into my head, and after discussing it with some of my friends, I realized how tough the next few days were going to be. The quest list contained 4 items that must be obtained, and two questions that must be answered. Those questions were the least of my concerns, as I was convinced I could find the answers in time. But the items were a different story, and I had no earthly idea how to find them... 

There was no time to waste, so the first thing I did was begin to collect items that would provide magical assistance in my journeys. I'm lucky to have many friends that were very helpful, so it wasn't too difficult to collect about eight sanctuary potions, as well as a few heal potions. Protective items in hand (and in containers), the real quest began. I was allowed to ask others for help, but I had to kill the required beasts on my own. My good friend and colleague in Virtue, Lorn, was willing to accompany me to the Sahuagins, which entailed a long and dangerous journey under water. The first item that I needed to acquire was a steak made of a Great White Shark, a dangerous fish living on the bottom of the Maelmordian Seas, near the Sahuagin area. Lorn reached the place where the sharks were first, and they all attacked him right away, smacking their ferocious chops at the thought of a gnome dinner. I noticed he was also fighting a sahuagin guard, so I picked one of the sharks to fight. Right after I attacked the shark, Lorn fled, with the guard and two sharks following him. I knew he would be ok (Lorn is a very powerful gnome), so I concentrated on the shark and after a hard fight I managed to kill it! Without hesitation, I slung the corpse of the Great White Beast over my shoulder, and quaffed a recall potion. Back in the safety of the Recall Room I dropped it, and my friend Scroll, who was waiting for me there, butchered the corpse. Item number one of the quest had been obtained! And what happened to Lorn? He'd been in tighter spots than that before, and so he arrived smiling, with the blood of two unlucky sharks and an unluckier guard on his weapon and armor. 

My adventure under water didn't take too much time, but I realized that this was only the easiest part of the quest. It also began to occur to me that I wouldn't have enough time to finish the quest before the quickly approaching deadline imposed by Madman. Once again, I turned to my friends to help me find the two random items on the list: a -2 damage item and a +20 mana item. It was a reassuring thought that people out there were working on the randoms while I was concentrating on the remaining quest items. Of course I would search for the randoms myself as well, but only after I got the rest of the items. And, if I couldn't succeed, it would feel much better to hand Madman the items my friends found for me than handing him nothing but excuses. While some of my best friends were on random hunts, Lorn and I were brainstorming about how to acquire the fourth item on my list: a bag made of Demon Lord hide! We asked around for advice, but not even the mightiest characters in the land ever visited the Demon Realm, let alone pay a visit to one of the Demon Lords! As to my requests for escorts to the Realm, I received nothing but a few sarcastic remarks and some muffled laughter. Then Lorn came up with an idea. Our Lord JohnPaul could summon me to a Demon Lord's room. After all, Madman had told me that I could ask anyone's help to get to a certain place, as long as I killed monsters on my own, and 'anyone' to me sounds like Gods are included! So I asked Lord JohnPaul to help me, but he hesitated a bit. As much as He wanted to assist me, He wasn't sure if He was permitted. Finally, He agreed under one condition: He would ask Madman's approval and if the Ruler didn't approve, any bag I would gain in that manner would not fulfill the terms of the quest. I gladly accepted this offer. Approval was granted, and My Lord cast all possible defensive spells on me and summoned me to Vil, who was a fine (and nasty) representative of the Demon Lords. Everything happened so quickly; before I knew what was happening, I was fighting a Demon Lord! Seeing the scary white aura around Vil, which offered him superb protection from my spells and weapon's blows, I quickly cast 'dispel magic', and the aura faded. From then I was the stronger one and within a few minutes (and a surge of adrenaline!) the Demon Lord was dead. Actually Vil turned out to be a much easier victim than the shark, thanks in no small part to JohnPaul. Without hesitation, I grabbed the corpse from the floor and tried to get out. But that is when luck turned against me: all my recall potions failed! How could I get out of this place before Vil would come to life again?! Frantically I looked for possible exits and found a locked door to the south. Ok, Robert, I ordered myself, think! A key, where could I find a key to exit this accursed room? I peeked in the inventory of all of Vil's servants, but they had nothing. It figured that a Demon Lord wouldn't trust any of his henchman with a key to let them out! I started worrying what would happen if the Demon Lord were to somehow resurrect himself and find me still in his room. I knew that my Lord wouldn't have enough power left to back me up with his spells a second time. Oh, and what if I died? I would lose everything, including my steak made of the shark! I would never be able to complete the quest naked. I came back to my senses when I saw the corpse of Lord Vil decaying into dust. I realized that my most important concern was to figure out how to get out of there! Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something glittering in the corner of the room: the key!! I ran to the corner, took the key and tried to open the door. It rewarded me with a lovely *click*. Things were looking promising now. I cast all the defensive spells I knew and left the room, hoping for the best. Outside Vil's confines I was attacked by several nasty monsters. I fought and fought, quaffing one purple potion after the other, providing me with just enough protection to remain alive. Why oh why wouldn't my recall potions work?! This was the ultimate nightmare. I was bleeding freely, leaving trails of blood all over the place. For every monster I killed, two others would leap from the shadows and attack me, Things began to look hopeless. Then, just before a demon could deal me a death blow, JohnPaul whispered to me to praying for an immortal recall. With my last breath of life I invoked my Lord's immortal powers and... I made it! On death's door, and totally exhausted, I fell into a deep slumber in JohnPaul's temple. As I drifted into a coma-like state of sleep, I realized that although I had killed the Demon Lord, I had been unable to obtain a bag sewn from Vil's corpse. My adventures seemed to be for naught! 

It took a few days of resting before I regained my strength. This resting period gave me the opportunity to identify all those random items that my friends had found. Azzark, Croac, and many, many others sacrificed so much of their time and effort to aid my completion of the quest, and I owe them greatly. Hundreds of randoms went through my hands, but to no avail. The required randoms were not among the treasure trove brought to me. During this time I also had the chance to come up with my answers to the two questions asked by Madman. Those few days of rest were actually coming in quite handy after all. During this rest period, Madman had contemplated the approval he had given JohnPaul to assist me, and he had decided against further interaction from my Lord. So even if I'd managed to get the bag, it may not have sufficed. Still, though, I was beginning to have the feeling that this Demon Lord adventure was not truly worthless. At least I now had the confidence that a Demon Lord was not impossible to kill, as everyone told me. When JohnPaul told us that he wasn't able to help me with another summon, Lorn got a bit edgy and, with his gnomish intensity, he told me there was only one possibility left: just enter the Demon Realm and see where we would end up. It was clearly an all or nothing proposal. When another follower, Lady Faith, heard about our plans, she insisted that she be allowed to fight alongside us in our goal. JohnPaul certainly disapproved of the idea of three of his strongest followers heading blindly into the Demon Realm, in affect signing our own death certificates, because just like us he knew we had little if any chance. But we had to do SOMEthing. My resting time was over, and we strapped on all our gear. It was time for Demon Lord Adventure, Act II. 

Remembering the thoughts that came to me the last time I visited a Demon Lord (like, why in the world did I go in there holding the Shark steak?), I wisely gave the quest items I had obtained so far to Nikodemus, a friend from the Ivory Rose. After buying hordes of potions of recall, Lorn, Faith and I went to Demon Realm. It was the most exciting, but also most ridiculous thing I ever did in the 900 years of my existence. Suffice it to say that Lady Luck was surely smiling ear to ear on us that day. After killing about 25 demons (it seemed closer to 100 to me though) we managed to get into the vicious Demon Lord Orcus' room! We weren't as prepared as we should have been, but with our combined cleric/warrior/mage/thief powers, the Demon Lord was dead in no time. I remembered the rules of the quest, however: it was necessary for me to kill Orcus on my own. After we all regained our strength we ungrouped and waited for Orcus to come back to life, so that I could slaughter the beast on my own. The anticipation was amazing, but the actual wait didn't take too long. He reappeared with a snarl, but I was able to kill this Demon Lord on my own! Of course, the old saying is that when things appear too good to be true, they probably are, and once again this proved true. Luck was ready to turn against me once again. We had discussed our escape scenario, in case we had succeeded, several times before we made our way to the Realm, so as we planned, we unlocked the door, went south and prepared to quaff a recall potion. Nikodemus, the superb shaman, would be waiting in the Recall Room to make a bag of the corpse. One flaw in our plan, however: I was cursed by one of the 25 demons and was unable to recall! Ok Robert, I thought to myself, you've been here before, but this time you're much better prepared and you aren't alone now, think! Just remember plan B... Plan B...? What plan B?! No plan B, ack! The others saw how much in trouble we would be in the two minutes or so it would take for another onslaught of demonic beings, and yelled that they had no choice but to leave me behind. Better one dead body than three, we agreed. They invoked their power to recall, and they disappeared before my eyes. The worst possible scenario had occurred: I was alone once again in this brutal area. I fought like I had never fought before, but being an elf (and a cursed one at that) I had no chance against those demons without the others by my side. I died somewhere in the Realms. 

Fortunately, both Faith and Lorn had made it to the safety of recall in one piece. They'd known it would happen, but they were still devastated when I told them I had died and lost my corpse. They came to visit me in the Loth Llorien inn, where my wounds were being tended to, and Faith burst into tears when she saw me there lying helplessly. We all were about to give up my immortal aspirations, when something that had been nagging at me from a small place in my head jumped right into clear focus. Just before we unlocked the door to leave Orcus' room, I had wizmarked the place. It was a piece of cake to get back there, all I had to do was portal! But we had to hurry before my portal spell wouldn't work anymore, so we couldn't affort to hesitate: Lorn gave me 10,000 gold pieces and I bought as many red potions as I could carry. Without time to obtain any replacement equipment, I portalled the three of us back to Orcus. Killing him on my own without equipment or weapon was certainly out of the question, so we were forced to slaughter him together. We were getting trained at this! It was becoming easier and easier. As in each prior encounter, there was one stroke of misfortune that befell us. After Lorn and Faith removed our curses and we went to unlock the door, we realized we couldn't get out of the room! The key was still in my corpse, lying somewhere outside the room in the Demon Realm!!! This was too much for me, and with the stark realization that all three of us were going to die in here, I fainted. Faith and Lorn witnessed my fall to the ground; without protective head gear, I lost consciousness from the impact of my elven head on the hard floor. Lorn later told me that Faith began to panic, as she couldn't comprehend everything that was happening around her. Luckily, Lorn kept a level head though. Thinking for a bit, he realized that there was still a way out: another cleric could summon us out of the room! It was now time for the high-level cleric Cujo to enter the picture. When he heard that the three of us were trapped in Demon Realm and that we still needed the bag made of Demon Lord hide, he asked his Ivory colleague Nikodemus, who was waiting for us in Recall, to join him on a trip to this dangerous place. They came up with a brilliant plan. The two would stay at the entrance of the Demon Realms, from where they would be able to summon us. But before they did that, Lorn and Faith needed to kill Orcus yet again. Then Faith, the youngest and therefore the easiest to summon for Cujo, would take the corpse and give the sign to be summoned out. If everything went ok, Nikodemus could make a bag of the corpse there. Just when everyone was ready for action, I disappeared into the void, still unconscious from my fall. Now there was no chance I could be summoned out unless I regained consciousness, but when would that be? Once again Lorn and Faith had to make a difficult decision: could they leave me behind a second time? It was like history repeating itself, but this time there would be no wizmarked room to get back again. Desperately realizing that this was their only chance to get out, and possibly the last chance to get me to immortality, they decided to go along with Cujo's plans. They killed Orcus (the fourth time he had been slaughtered in a short period (Tynian knows the last time he had been killed!), Faith let loose with her patented yell, recognized throughout the realms, and Cujo summoned her. She dropped the corpse, Nikodemus made a bag out of it and Cujo summoned Lorn out as well. Finally, everything went according to plan! But what about me? I was still lying there unconscious in Orcus' den. For days I lay there and Lord Orcus must've felt sorry for me, because he didn't kill me the entire time I lay in my trance. However, this feeling of compassion ended quickly the minute I regained consciousness, for he attacked me without mercy and killed me easily. 

When I resurrected for the second time in the Loth Llorien Inn, both Lorn and Faith were standing there, smiling at me, holding the bag in their hands. They were convinced I still had a chance to complete my quest succesfully. I was less confident though, realizing I had only little time left before Madman would invite me back into His office, and I still had not been able to obtain the two random quest items (although I had what I believed to be the correct answers to his questions). Soon Nikodemus came to visit me, handing over the steak made of shark hide. I went to JohnPaul's temple to fully recover from my last day's efforts, and await Madman's summons. While there, other followers from the Path of Holy Virtue came, and they gave me the biggest shock of the whole set of adventures: they had obtained the necessary random items from the list! This really came out of the blue; it was unbelievable! Sitting there in a state of stunned bliss, I realized that, although I was totally naked and half dead, I had each of the required quest items! I prayed that Madman would be in a good mood when he had to judge my efforts. I received the summons a few hours later, after word got to him that my quest was completed. He sat back in His chair, listened to my stories and looked carefully at the quest items. He then asked me the questions and I answered to the best of my ability. 

So, you ask, how did everything turn out? What was the end result of my incredible quest? If you don't already know, just take a look at the Wizlist!! 

== Robert's Ambassador Profile ==
(Taken from the TFC Website) 

Once upon a time in the woods near Loth-Llorien a special elven male was born: Robert. At a very early age little Robert got trapped in the Mighty Chain of Naris and asked for immortal help to get him out. That is when he first met JohnPaul, who sent his followers to rescue the little elf. There was no doubt about it, Robert wanted to worship the Pope of Holy Virtue to show his eternal gratitude towards Him. Robert took his first steps on the Path of Holy Virtue, a long and difficult road that eventually will lead all who travel its storied path to the Truth. 

Many years went by and Robert, originally a mage, broadened his horizon by learning thief and warrior skills. Life certainly wasn't easy, but with the help of his Master and his friends, combined with his own perseverence, Robert succeeded to stay on the Path until he reached its end. This journey was very long, ending about 900 years after he was born. 

During all those years the virtuous elf experienced just how important his friends were to his development. In the beginning there were Coleman, Kalten, Agape, Gators and many, many others who stood by him. Later on Robert was proud to have friends like Croac, Faith, Drazuk (and the other PiZaNs). He even befriended some Red Aura'd people, clearly demonstrating Robert's peaceful nature. 

After reaching the end of the Path of Holy Virtue, Robert completed a quest given by the Gods, a quest which set him upon a new path: the path of the immortal. Now he is committed to learning the rules and laws of this world, teaching the new generation survival skills, and thinking about what he really wants to achieve while an immortal. His vision is not short-sighted, but reaches far into the future of the Realm. 

One thing is certain: Robert will continue emphasizing, to whomever chooses to listen, those things which he virtuously believes are the most important in life: peace, friendship and cooperation. In a word, Unity. As Splat's Crusade against Evil, Cerebus' Justice, and Assilem's Honor have proven so far, Robert's continual striving for Unity will be a unique, yet obvious derivative of JohnPaul's Holy Virtue. 
[[category:People]]

Plato

2011-05-10T02:20:53Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Plato
|incarnation =
|styled_as = God of Wisdom
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
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|areas_written = [[Lookout Tower]]
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|following = [[Wisdom]]
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}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages) 
Plato is a tall human man. His face and arms has old scars on them. The scars that only a dragon could leave. You can't help but think, as a boy, he must have walked-up on a sleeping dragon and tried to play with him. He must have been a foolish boy, but lady luck must walk beside him, because he didn't die from his foolish game. His cloths are old and worn. The dirt on them shows that he likes to stay in the wood for weeks on end. His eyes show a great wisdom, as you look at him. He grins at you making you feel safe just being around him.

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Myronides

2011-05-10T02:20:37Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Myronides T'Sarran
|incarnation = I
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created = 1995
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thief}} {{Class|Cleric}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Rhina]] [[Solanthas]] [[Bliss]] [[Tamar]]
|spouse = [[Jyslin T'Sarran]] [[Marisa]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children = [[Lysanthir T'Sarran]]
|relatives =
|areas_written =
|immorted_on = Demi: June 29, 2002
|following = [[Tel'Quessir]]
|portfolio =
}}

[[File:Myronides.jpg]]

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
'''Mar 15, 2002''' 
Before you stands an elf that almost tops six feet, his long black hair is streaked 
with a silver that mirrors that of his eyes. an Ogre Tusk necklace hangs around 
his neck, and a glowing weapon of natural power rests in his hands. 
Myronides is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Myronides is in perfect health. 

Myronides is using: 
a long robe of pure white linen 
(Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood 

'''July 9, 2002:''' 
Perfection of elven form, coupled with the wisdom and knowledge of the ages merge to 
form the pinnalce of elven ideals and belief. Flawless. Looking into this gods 
eyes you see whorls of water, fire, air and earth rotating in an endless void. 
Myronides is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Myronides is in perfect health. 

Elf [ Cl:23 Ra:25 ] Myronides Tsarran: Avatar of Nature [Jyslin] (October 1996)
Elf [ Ra:30 Cl:30 ] Myronides Tsarran, Avatar of Natural Forces. .[Jyslin] (December 1996)
Elf [ Ra:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] Myronides: Avatar of Natural Forces, Tree Lover (October 1997
Elf [ Ra:27 Th:28 Cl:28 ] Myronides: Avatar of Natural Forces +mildly grumpy (January 1998)
Elf [ Cl:28 Th:28 Ra:30 ] Myronides, The Natural Force. (October 1998)
Elf [ Ra:28 Th:28 Cl:28 ] Myronides: Avatar of Natural Forces (November 1998)
Elf [ Th:28 Cl:30 Ra:30 ] Myronides: Avatar of Natural Forces (November 1999)
Elf [ Th:29 Cl:30 Ra:30 ] Myronides: Veggie, most likely AFW (August 2001)
Elf [ Th:29 Cl:30 Ra:30 ] Myronides: The Boys are Back in Town (November 2001)
Elf [ Ambassador ] Myronides Starym. Your All-Elven Hero (February 2002)
Elf [ Demigod ] Myronides Starym: God of the Elves (ld often) (July 2002)
Elf [ Lesser God ] Myronides Starym: God of the Elves (May 2003)

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Myronides received mentions on the 2001b Bliss Poll, including The People You'd Most Want to Take With You to Visit Scairz and The People You'd Most Want to Take with You to Visit the Master of Magic.
* Myronides is specifically mentioned in the history of [[Clue]].
* Myronides is specifically mentioned in the history of [[Isolas]].
* Myronides is specifically mentioned in [[Tokugawa's Library]].
* Myronides is specifically mentioned in the second Temple of Rhina [[A Stand of Hazelnuts]]
* Myronides is specifically mentioned in the first ([[Temple of the WarDancers]]) and second ([[Glade of the WarDancers]]) Temples of Solanthas
* Myronides is a member of the TFC Hall of Fame.
* Myronides selected [[Abender Stormreaver]] (a Human) to be the Champion of the Elves in a wager initated by [[Khore]].

== Personal Timeline: ==
'''1996 - 2000:''' 
October 1996: Myronides is part of the group that pushes Tokugawa to level 50. 
April 1, 1997: Myronides reaches effective level 50, after 1086 playing hours. 
February 20, 1997 - First Timeline mention: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1997/myrolarry.html Myronides and Larry on cant.] 
October 1997: Myronides converts to 3x, and loses several levels. 
April 27, 1998 - [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1998/myroemperor.html Myronides proclaims himself Emperor of Nature], and there's [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1998/myrodiscuss.html some discussion about that]. 
August 23, 1998: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1998/myrowhomped.html Myronides gets whomped on] (or, "Daelin & BeelzeBub vs the Purple Myron"). 
September 23, 1998: Myronides claims that he can 'kill any three people.' Daelin disagrees. Poof! moments later, [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/1998/myrondies.htm Daelin and BeelzeBub slay Myronides] in Madman's office. 
August 1999 A group consisting of Maimer, Abender, Berrin, and Myronides completely clears the Master's Tower and defeats the Master of Magic without a single fatality. 
January 13, 2000: Myronides is kidnapped by Marisa and forced to marry her (at knifepoint!). Okk performs the ceremony. 
July 15, 2000: A GT is held in Newport Beach, California, with Marisa, Myronides, Berrin, Tokugawa and Xaviera attending. 
 
'''2001:''' 
March 6, 2001: Myronides joins the Coven. 
March 11, 2001: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/myroretire.html Myronides posts a Retirement note.] 
August 2001: Marisa reports that: he posted a note to the gods saying, "Someone changed my title from God-Like Emperor of the Elves to God-Like Ego. The correct title change would have been Implementor-Like or Greater God-Like Ego. For I have not yet met anyone who's ego approaches mine in any way." Don't you love how modest he is? :P 
August 27, 2001: Myronides announces that the Nature Reunion will take place on 8/30 at 9pm Central, 7pm Mud Time. 
August 28, 2001: Myronides is released by Bliss. 
August 30, 2001: A Nature Reunion is held, and Rhina is unable to login as herself, so comes back as a level 1 named Aphra instead to attend the reunion. Attendees include: Aphra (Rhina), Myronides, Theoden, Tamar, Tonto, Dalaran, Solanthas, Khore, Lorali, Tokugawa, and Clumsyfool. Kerriariadne also stops by for a little while, and Elladan sends his regards. 
September 3, 2001: Myronides is part of the 'Ball Crew' - who make 4,700 balls of light and put them in the pit. This doubles the number of items on the mud. 
September 9, 2001: Myronides joins Tamar. 
November 13, 2001: Myronides declares in a note: "Tynian you are my hero. Simple. HERO! I LOVE YOU!" (due to changes in PK Debt coding) 
December 15, 2001: Myronides kills Felgrin to reach effective 50th once again! (Th:30 Cl:30 Ra:30). 
December 16, 2001: Myronides completes mobmaster 30 (a dwarven warrior) and posts an immortality petition. 
 
'''2002:''' 
January 11, 2002: Myronides reposts his immortality petition, but accidentally posts it as an "immorality" petition instead. 
January 15, 2002: Myronides asks for "art, poems, stuff on elves" to be sent to him for the elven power website he's building. 
February 21,2002: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/myroambassador.html Myronides is promoted to Ambassador!] 
May 27, 2002: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/myronattendant.htm Myronides becomes Attendant of Fate], (yay Myro!) and discovers that Kaldred makes a really good target for explosive ammo. Here's Myronides's official version of the log: "you're promoted to attendant, congrats!". 
June 20, 2002: The Chosen of Fate ftell gets so silly and racy, it scares Myronides off the mud. 
June 29, 2002: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/myrondemi.htm Myronides is promoted to Demigod!] He starts the Neutral (sword) following of Tel'Quessir. Natilena is his first follower, and his initial following description is: "A following of the elves, by the elves for the elves. Tel'Quessir allows for a freedom bound only by a common elven heritage. 'The People' with their Minotaur and Gnome servants live as elves should, free and unbound their whims, hearts and a love of elvenkind to guide them." 
June 30, 2002: Izzy, Brightbranch, Katja & Delan join Myronides. 
July 4, 2002: Myronides' temple is installed. Legolas joins Myronides, as does Hiro. 
July 14, 2002: Cordir names Myronides' following an enemy. 
July 23, 2002: Izzy is ordained "ELF" by Myronides. 
August 10, 2002: Myronides posts a note about an upcoming [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/chicagogt2.html Chicago GT.] 
September 1, 2002: A GT is held at the ESPNzone in Chicago, Illinois with Myronides, Natilena, Boyardee, Solaron, Katrana, Humble, Faille, Plato, Shon, Snappy, Ambrose, Tazz, Wylin, Lorax, Maimer, and Lania attending. 
September 2, 2002: Myronides gives the new Demigoddess Clue his advice for immortality: Myronides says, 'don't fall for the eat the sheep dung or sex change pills'. 
September 8, 2002: Kay is ordained "Samurai ELF" by Myronides! 
September 11, 2002: [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/khore-elf.htm Khore Challenges The Elves] - specifically Myronides - to choose a champion. Abe is chosen to be Champion of the Elves (even though he's a human). The contest turns out to be a battle of wits against Katrana, and Khore offers a prize of 100,000 coins to the winner.[http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/champ.html Here's how it turned out]. 
November 15, 2002: Myronides declares Mayhem an enemy. 
December 10, 2002: Myronides declares [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/crusade.html racial holy war], bidding all elves to go on Crusade. 
 
'''2003:''' 
January 5, 2003: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/myrolesser.html Myronides is promoted to Lesser God!] 
February 13, 2003: Myronides' temple is moved to the upper level & his office is installed 
June 8, 2003: Myronides retires 
[[category:People]]

Molo

2011-05-10T02:20:17Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Molo
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = The Arch-Lich
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created = 2x
|status = Retired
|retire_date = June 9, 2010
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown = [[Midgaard]]
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}
|last_seen = June 9, 2010
|followed = [[Ginny]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = 11
|immorted_on =
|following = [[Black Conclave]]
|portfolio =
}}

[[File:Lich.gif]] 
Artwork above is a commissioned work by a private party. Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Williamson. The image above may not be reproduced or downloaded without the artist's permission. 

'''Nicknames:''' 
Souless Mage, Demilich of Deception, The Uncarring One, Patron of the Dark Arts, Lord of Indifference, Patron of the Dark Arts, Dread Ruler of the Outer Planes, The Whispered One, Master of the Tower, Keeper of Dark Secrets, Prince of Undead, The One-Who's-Name-Is-Not-Spoken, Master of the Black Conclave, Minion of Sirak, The Second Unholy Pope of Nash, Lich

== Mud Contributions: ==

Molo is the author of 11 different zones on The Final Challenge:

(30 40) [[Baba Yaga's Hut]] Southern Continent
(20 30) [[Cannibal Island]] Maelmordian Seas
(20 50) [[Dragon Tower]] Northern Continent
(10 20) [[Frozen Drift]] Southern Continent
(10 20) [[Molotov Island]] Maelmordian Seas
(30 40) [[Molotov Volcano]] Maelmordian Seas
( ALL ) [[Mt. of Knowledge]] Northern Continent
(15 25) [[River of Despair]] Southern Continent
( ALL ) [[Skor'lanis]] Northern Continent
(20 30) [[The Dark Manor]] Maelmordian Seas
( ALL ) [[Trading Post]] Northern Continent

== Current Description: ==
August 14, 2004:
The horrid corpse of the Arch-Lich of Lord Nash stands before you glaring.
Molo is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Molo is in perfect health.

Molo is using:
<worn on finger> (Red Aura) (Potent magic) the Ring of Nash
<worn on body> (Potent magic) a chain mail shirt
<worn on feet> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Humming) a pair of plate boots
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) Black Robes of the Pontiff of Nashite
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a mithril bracer
<wielded> (Moderate magic) a sickle
<held> (Red Aura) (Humming) The Nash Bible
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) the Mark of the Black Conclave

Hum [ Ma: 8 ] Molo, "Mage for Hire" Date unknown
Hum [ Ma:18 ] Molo, University of Darkness January 09, 1995
Hum [ Ma:18 ] Molo, University Student of Darkness. Date unknown
Hum [ Ma:30 ] Molo, University of Darkness January 11, 1996
Hum [ Ma:26 ] Molo, Arch-Mage of the University of Darkness Date unknown
Hum [ Ma:28 ] Molo, Mage of Darkness Date unknown
Hum [ Ma:29 ] Molo, searching for the way to lichdom Date unknown
Hum [ Ma:30 ] Molo is performing black rites of lichdom Date unknown
Hum [ Lesser God ] Molo, Arch-Lich of Black Conclave of Nashite April 12, 1997
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite June 21, 1999
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, God of Deception October 1, 2000
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 31, 2001
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 10, 2002
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 10, 2003
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite August 14, 2004
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 10, 2005
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 1, 2006
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 13, 2007
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 26, 2008
Hum [ Arch-Lich ] Molo, Master of the Black Conclave of Nashite January 26, 2009

== Character History: ==
(taken from theblackconclave.org, via the Internet Wayback Machine, circa 2001): 
'''The Early Years:''' 
Born a human within the gates of the city of Midgaard in the realm of The Final Challenge, Molo began his life as a mage. The early cycles of his life are somewhat obscure and there are very few items worth mention here. It is known that he was the first to discover the famous [[Longship]], captained by the notorious demon pirate Vahzlune during a quest, making him the youngest (lowest level) character ever to earn the TFC Explorer Society Medal. 

It is also known that he associated with [[Thaygar]]'s famed [[Ebon Hand]] and that many times he was seen helping to pick through the corpses recently slain by the infamous killers [[Seeker]] and [[Dread]] for valuables. It is said that the young mage Molo was hunted endlessly for his parts in assisting murderers with his spell casting. 

Molo rose steadily in levels, yet for some mysterious reason remained unaligned until one day, a lucky warrior-thief caught him off-guard and changed his mortal life forever. This attacker (named [[Kennet D'Augustine|Kennet]]) botched the assassination and Molo escaped by using a staff of teleportation. However, Molo's escape was not clean - he found himself alone in strange surroundings. The room had walls of grey stone and was completely silent, the air was very still. Molo froze in place, not knowing where he was. He quickly brandished his teleport staff again with no effect, Molo dug out a red potion of recall from his bags and quaffed it, also with no effect. He then called for the aid of his evil friend, Seeker and told him what he knew of his location. Seeker quickly replied but was puzzled and told him to stay put while he researched the description of the place he was given. 

Two strange beings soon arrived. The first, a lovely immortal half-elf, who introduced herself as [[Ginny]] - a seductive new demigoddess, who was in search for followers such as Molo. The second, an enormous black aarakocran. The aarakocran was no less than the Greater God known as [[Madman]]. Madman seemed quite amused at the young mage's predicament and after looking around a bit, sat down beside Molo. After Molo recovered from this shock at seeing two immortals before him, he asked what he had done to garnish their attention. 

Madman smiled at Molo, causing him to cringe involuntarily. Madman plainly stated that he gave Molo a one-in-twenty chance of surviving and was interested in watching him die. The young mage pondered his situation carefully and decided to wait to hear what Seeker discovered. 

Seeker finally responded with very grave news. It seems that by all accounts Molo was trapped deep within a dangerous shrine dedicated to neutrality. The shrine was warded against evil and no mortal friend of Molo's would be able to enter to help him. Molo decided to try his luck by bargaining with the immortals for help but Madman just cackled gleefully at him. Ginny however was willing to make a deal, Ginny would save Molo but he would have to serve her for the rest of his days. She would accept his mortal soul as collateral. 

Molo considered the alternative, which was his death and not being able to stop the enemy from obtaining his belongings. He made the deal and Ginny took his soul and took him from the shrine. 

'''Immortality Quest:''' 
When Molo has achieved the level which permitted him a chance at obtaining immortality, he took it. He sought it almost immediately and was granted an audience with the Great Implementor Tynian. 

Tynian is quite an imposing figure and when he summoned the mortal Molo to his private office, Molo was quite uncomfortable. The office was very large with deep plush carpeting and was dominated by a huge cherry wood desk in the center. Tynian was virtually standing upon the desk amidst a jumbled array of notes, sketches, maps and a strange device that Molo did not recognize. Tynian glanced up for a second at Molo, threw him a piece of parchment containing a shopping list and mumbled (dwarfs tend to mumble a lot) something about returning tomorrow with everything on the list. A moment later, a mushroom cloud surrounded Molo and he was back in the guild. 

Looking at the list, Molo saw items he knew and some he had no knowledge of. The list contained a few unique items owned by powerful dragons, demons and undead. Molo went to work immediately. For 20 straight hours, Molo raced from beast to beast, slaying or coercing them to give up their treasure. 

== Molo's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 
Formerly an Arch-Mage of great power, Molo now exists as a lich. Unlike the other immortals, Molo is not a god per se' but a powerful undead creature with powers that rival those of a demigod. He passed from his human state into a non-human, non-living existence through sheer force of will. Molo's transformation occured because of his own desires for power and the use of powerful and arcane magic granted to him by the Great Implementors. 

In life, Molo used his dark arts to assist those of murderous evil to kill hundreds of helpless beings. Once a neutral mage, he sold his soul to Ginny, the goddess of darkness and rose quickly using the arts of deception, deceit and betrayal. This evil was noticed and smiled upon by the Lord Sirak, First Pope and Son of Nash. Upon reaching his current status of lich, Molo was honored by Lord Sirak with the title of the Second Pope of Nash. 

Molo prefers to act indirectly in the affairs of mortals, guiding and steering his followers to objectives only he needs to understand. Nursed on treachery and deceit, the Lich of Indifference has no compassion for mortals, even his own worshipers. Those who follow him must commit themselves to being utter pawns to his schemes. Followers who serve him well are rewarded with knowledge and power, usually damning secrets others would prefer hidden. Those who anger him often will find themselves betrayed and blackmailed, their darkest secrets suddenly known to those who can hurt them most. Molo acts through a cult of dark spell casters known as the Black Conclave. 

'''(Taken from theblackconclave.org via the Internet Wayback Machine, circa 2001)''' 
Formerly an Arch-Mage of great power, Molo now exists as a lich. Unlike the other immortals of TFC, Molo is not a god per se' but a powerful undead creature with powers that rival those of a Lesser god. The mighty transformation occurred due to a personal desire for power and the use of powerful and arcane magic granted to him by the Great Implementors and Lord Nash himself. 

In life, Molo used his dark arts to assist those of murderous evil to kill hundreds of helpless beings. Once a neutral mage, he sold his soul to Ginny, the Goddess of Darkness and rose quickly through her ranks using the arts of deception, deceit and betrayal. This evil was noticed and smiled upon by the Lord Sirak, First Pope and Son of the Great Lord Nash. 

Upon reaching the status of an immortal lich, Molo was honored by Lord Sirak with the position of Pope of Nashite. As the new Pontiff of Lord Nash, he was sought after by others wishing to gain power and influence and the Black Conclave of Nashite was born. Very quickly, the Conclave rose and became a force in the realm that was both feared and revered. The lich, using powers beyond mortal comprehension, was elevated to the status of Lesser God and gained the title of Arch-Lich in the realm.. 

Currently, the Arch-Lich prefers to act indirectly in the affairs of mortals, guiding and steering his followers to objectives only he needs to understand. Nursed on treachery and deceit, the Lich of Indifference has no compassion for mortals, even his own worshipers. Those who follow him must commit themselves to being utter pawns to his schemes. Followers who serve him well are rewarded with knowledge and power, usually damning secrets others would prefer hidden. Those who anger him often will find themselves betrayed and blackmailed, their darkest secrets suddenly known to those who can hurt them most. 

As a hobby, the Lich enjoys dabbling in the immortal arts of creation. As of this date, he has created two mountains, a volcano, an island, a city, a river, a great manor, several jungles and forests and a magical hut for a powerful witch friend of his. The Arch-Lich makes use of a powerful tool to shape his creations, this is known as Lord Sirak’s Muditor. 

Seldom seen though almost always present, the Arch-Lich remains vigilant in the darkness of his Final Resting Place on TFC and often takes mortal form to walk the realm of Bertoxulous with his newly formed Conclave there. 

== Mortal Trivia: ==
* Snippets of information can be found in [[The Mortal Archives of Molo, the Arch Lich]], including his Score at level 8, 16, and 26.
* Molo joined the [[Plaque6|TFC Explorers Society]] at level 12, finding the [[Longship]]. He was the lowest level character to ever be inducted into the Society.
* Molo cleared Midgaard of all its inhabitants save fidos and kept it clear for 3 days.
* Molo enjoyed Meteor Swarm above most other spells. On one occaision, he 'sank' the Longship using the spell, and had 60 pirates hunting him in revenge.
* Molo enjoyed tormenting [[Khore]]. On one occaision, knowing Khore was on the Fastwater River, Molo gave a number of (human, racist) Midgaard Cityguards boats, cast invis on them, and charmed them to get them to the River. They then floated along the waterway until they came upon the hapless Khore (who was a half-elf)... and promptly attacked him, nearly killing him.
* On [[The Day of the Backup]], Molo was no longer an Immortal Arch-Lich, but rather a level 18 mortal mage once more.
* Molo had a bounty put on his head by the [[Court of Justice.]]
* Molo claims to have only been pk'd once as a mortal: Molo gossips, 'Einskaldir, Coyul and Jaator grouped to slay me during my quest for immortality if I recall correctly.'. Armalag gossips (in common), 'yeah I thought Syrinx got you outide of Ofcol'. Molo gossips, 'No, but Syrinx did manage to land a 300 point backstab on me in Ofcol. I still have the scar'. (December 20, 2003)

== Immortal Trivia: ==
* Prior to reaching Lesser God (and thus getting a 'pet' mob), the mob, 'The Evil One' was used by Molo as a DemiGod, for RP purposes. He would switch into the Evil One and gossip, rather than be visible to mortals.
* Molo led the [[Black Conclave]] for a record 10+ years. No other Following Level Immortal has matched this record. This feat is recognized in the [[Room of Records]] on [[Plaque30]]
* Molo was granted a special [[classtitle]] of Arch-Lich as acknowledgement for all of his unique contributions to the mud.
* Molo received several mentions and wins in the [[BlissPoll 2000]], including Most Powerful Immortal, Second Most Powerful Immortal, Most Intimidating Immortal, Most Humorous Immortal, Hairiest Immortal, Best Immortal Enterance & Departure from a Room, and Most Talkative Immortal.
* Molo is acknowledged in the [[Version 3 Launch Thank You Notes]] for " testing stuff without complaint and volunteering for thankless chores."
* Molo provided a 'side bet' to Lorna in regards to [[The Fall of A King]].
* After "unleashing 100 monkeys in Lorna's office" Molo was faced with [[Lorna's Revenge]]

== Player Provided Information: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[Category:Nashite References]]
[[Category:Lesser God Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

Kalten

2011-05-10T02:20:02Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Kalten
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of the Ivory Rose
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Paladin}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Psykill]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[The Ent Forest]] [[Sahuagin City]] [[The Master's Tower]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 - 1997
|following =
|portfolio = [[Ivory Rose]]
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
<PRE>
@--`--,---
Your gaze rests upon Kalten, the Keeper of the Ivory Rose. An aura of faint
white light surrounds him, radiating purity and peace. When he returns your
gaze, you detect great wisdom in his bright, blue eyes. Curly blonde locks
just cover his ears, and a smile appears on his face. Looking at his bright
white armour, one item immediately draws your attention. In his hand, Kalten
gently holds a simple rose, entirely made of snow-white ivory. The tremendous
beauty of this rose holds your gaze, and you feel comforted and strengthened
by the purity it radiates. When you manage to draw away your gaze from it,
you decide this is the most beautiful and wonderful item you have ever seen.
@--`--,---
Kalten is in perfect health.</PRE>

== Kalten's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

As a child, Kalten always wanted be a knight. When He was twelve years of age, He offered his services to one. Kalten learned quickly, and at the age of seventeen He was released from his duties. He had learned about fighting and surviving, and began exploring the outside world. 

Years passed, and one day He met PSYKILL, the Lord of Dragons. Kalten was very impressed by the sight of this Immortal, and He humbly asked PSYKILL for permission to join His following. PSYKILL allowed Kalten to worship Him, and again many years passed serving His God. 

Then one day Kalten heard of a quest. PSYKILL wanted one of His warriors to become His Paladin. Kalten eagerly joined the quest, and profiting from the experience He had gained in the past years, He won the quest. Serving PSYKILL for many years as His Paladin, Kalten helped good and fought evil wherever he could. After numerous adventures the Gods noticed His devotion, and decided that Kalten had gained enough wisdom to become an Immortal Himself. 

Exploring His Immortal powers, Kalten discovered a forest He had never seen before. Walking through the forest He saw many creatures, trees and flowers of enormous beauty. In the center of the huge forest, however, Kalten found the most beautiful of all. A small rosebush was growing in the middle of a green meadow surrounded by a circle of trees, and the light of the sun shone upon the only flower. Kalten was dazzled by the sight of that flower, and decided that this embodiment of beauty and purity had to be preserved. He used His powers to turn the living rose into the whitest ivory, and dedicated the rest of His Immortal life to teaching others the value of the purity He had found. 

After many generations of mortal men, the Immortal Kalten has learned everything about His Immortal powers. He had experienced love and hate, life and death, purity and sin. The High Gods noticed his wisdom, and decided Kalten was worthy of becoming one of the Lesser Gods. 

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

JohnPaul

2011-05-10T02:19:51Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = JohnPaul
|incarnation =
|styled_as = Lord of Virtue
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = 06/04/2000
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Mort]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Turtle Den]]
|immorted_on = Lesser God: 01/10/99
|following = [[Virtue]]
|portfolio = Unknown
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
* JohnPaul had two Paladins in Holy Virtue: [[Gators]] and [[Kordain]].
* JohnPaul was good aligned as a mortal and an Immortal.
* At the time of his promotion to Lesser God, JohnPaul had held the rank of Demi God longer than any other Immortal in TFC history.

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Foolkiller

2011-05-10T02:19:41Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Foolkiller
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of the Trinity
|imm_rank = Lesser God
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = December 8, 1999
|race =
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen = February 25, 2003
|followed =
|spouse = [[Xaviera]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[The Dream Realm]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
|following = [[Trinity]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives'') 

Created, not born, as the Avatar of the cosmic entities Infinity and Oblivion, Foolkiller was sent to the realm of TFC to destroy those who would be fools. During the course of his adventures he encountered and destroyed many fools, and with each passing day the knowledge and wisdom granted him by his makers continued to grow. Eventually, he realized that it was not possible for one person to rid the realm of fools, and decided the best course of action would be to seek to become an immortal of the realm. Receiving permission from his makers to take this course of action, he was then allowed to join the ranks of the TFC deities. Now an Immortal, Foolkiller strives to remain true to his mission, his marriage to Xaviera, and to give to all the understanding and knowledge of the Cosmic Trinity. 

Actions Have Consequences - Death Is A Fool's Reward 
The Motto of the Foolkiller 

== Trivia: ==
* Foolkiller is specifically mentioned in the temple of Bliss. 
* There were two different characters named Foolkiller, played by two different people. The second incarnation of that name rose to become an Immortal.

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

DarkClaw

2011-05-10T02:19:30Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = DarkClaw
|incarnation = I
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|created = 1996
|status = Retired
|retire_date = April 30, 2010
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown = [[Midgaard]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Warrior}} {{Class|Ordained}} {{Class|Thief}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Khore]] [[Natas]] [[Whitehawk]] [[Torchbearer]] [[Cordir]] [[Bliss]] [[Rhina]] [[Kerriariadne]]
|spouse = [[Volos]] [[Garland]]
|partner = [[Nameless]] [[Nicholai]] [[Jaator]] [[Blackflame]] [[Beowulf]] [[Paython]]
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Northern Sava River]]
|immorted_on = January 31, 2007
|following = [[Keepers of the Elements]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
'''August 15, 2001:''' 
At first glance, you see nothing but darkness...an evil air about this woman that sends chills down your spine. Her fiery red eyes flicker intensely, full of hunger and passion. Her long, raven-colored hair falls loosely about her shoulders, hanging to her waist. The curves of her form seem inviting...amost irresistable. She flashes a quick grin and winks, her razor-sharp fangs catching the light briefly. Odd...what you first thought of as nothing but evil seems almost innocent now. The hunger and passion in her gaze softened, turning to playfulness and warmth. The darkness that once surrounded her
disappeared...or at least calmed some, blending in with her surroundings. 
DarkClaw won't win any beauty contests. 
DarkClaw is in perfect health. 

'''December 2001 through 2009:''' 
<PRE>
At first glance, you see nothing but inky darkness, then a faint crimson
glow can be seen outlining a woman a short distance away. Drawn closer,
you are entranced. Her fiery red eyes flicker over you, assessing and
weighing your being. Their soft glow holds a hunger and passion that
sends chills up your spine. A cloak of long, raven-colored hair falls
loosely about her shoulders, cascading down to her narrow waist, and
giving her an element of sensual mystery. Her body is curvaceous, ripe
almost irresistible. She flashes you an audacious wink and a quick grin,
her sharp ivory fangs catching the light.

The curve of her lips is sweet, almost innocent, and denies your prior
impression of evil. The wicked promises in her eyes have faded as well,
now more playful and warm than seducing. She toys with one lock of her
hair, gazing at you from beneath her lashes. "First impressions, dear,
are terribly important... but the full story is never grasped by merely
reading the first page." Raising the hood of her cloak up, she shrouds
her face and gives you a small, secretive smile.</PRE>

Hum [ Cl:16 ] DarkClaw k'Treva. *Nameless* [Kindred] December 8, 1996
Hum [ Cl:25 ] DarkClaw getting MARRIED??? ACK!! {-Volos-} >> CoY << June 8, 1997
Hum [ Wa: 2 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw, weaving the web of confusion. {CoY} February 15, 1998
Hum [ Wa: 3 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw, the word is all of us.*CLOSED* {Nicholai} April 25, 1998
Hum [ Wa: 6 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw,this is life & sometimes life fails.{Jaator} October 4, 1998
Hum [ Wa: 7 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw: Ebon Archfiend of Chaos October 12 2000
Hum [ Wa: 7 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw k'Treva January 27, 2001
Hum [ Wa: 7 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Kindred Spirit. *Blackflame* July 11, 2001
Hum [ Wa: 7 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Kindred Spirit. October 18, 2001
Hum [ Wa: 7 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Kindred Spirit of the Dawn. *LLU* November 29, 2001
Hum [ Wa: 9 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Kindred Spirit. -={ Garland }=- December 12, 2001
Hum [ Wa:13 Cl:28 ] DarkClaw, Fated Star. *Cordir* -= Garland =- January 29, 2002
Hum [ Goth Princess ] DarkClaw, Kindred Chylde of Fate. -= Garland =- December 3, 2002
Hum [ Goth Princess ] DarkClaw, Chylde of Fate, Lexie's Pet. -= Garland =- January 25, 2003
Hum [ Goth Princess ] DarkClaw, Chylde of Fate, Lexie's Pet. -= Garland =- (at her wedding to Garland)
Hum [ Belle Morte ] DarkClaw bites! V V -*Fate*- -=Garland=- June 17, 2003
Hum [ Th:20 Wa:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Triat Kindred. -* Fate *- -= Garland =- July 13, 2003
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Proud Member of the OFC. -= Fate =- October 10, 2003
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw: Triat Initiate November 24, 2003
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw: Covened by the Blood of Bliss. January 26, 2004
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw howls at the Ashen Moon with Beowulf. March 23, 2004
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw misses Bliss and Beowulf, Naturally. May 20, 2004
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Madam President...Naturally! -= OFRU =- July 29, 2004
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Fanged Scion Born of Darkness. -=Beowulf=- December 31, 2004
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Fanged Scion Born of Darkness. March 26, 2005
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Mystaya's ebil widdle vamp of Darkness. June 12, 2005
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw, Fanged Scion Born of Darkness. December 23, 2005
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw is NOT coleslaw! January 5, 2006
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw: Guild Sitter Extraordinaire! -=Paython=- February 11, 2006
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] DarkClaw: They're just...teeth! -= Paython =- March 26, 2006
Hum [ Ambassador ] DarkClaw can't follow Tynian anymore. :-( February 1, 2007
Hum [ Ambassador ] DarkClaw: President of TFC (Tynian's Fan Club) February 23, 2007
Hum [ Attendant ] DarkClaw, Attendant to the Nashite Magi March 26, 2007
Hum [ Demigoddess ] DarkClaw, Matriarch of Elemental Forces April 26, 2007
Hum [ Demigoddess ] DarkClaw: Greater Airhead of the Kooties July 12, 2007
Hum [ Demigoddess ] DarkClaw: One with the Elements. January 10, 2008
Hum [ Demigoddess ] DarkClaw: Greater Airhead of the KotE. June 17, 2008
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw: Deloi, Vindr, Brisingr, Adurna - Gath!(ERF) December 27, 2008
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw: Deloi, Vindr, Brisingr, Adurna - Gath!(ERF) February 14, 2009

== Character History: ==
'''A Queen is Born''' 
The people of Ryche were accustomed to their ways. They loyally served under a King and Queen chosen by the people, a team that would hopefully lead them well and keep their kingdom strong and healthy. They had but one fear…the evil darklord named Leareth. His magic was more powerful than any other in the realm, and his wrath was more deadly than anyone could fathom. 
K’chana Nyara was a woman good of heart, strong of will. Even at this time, about to give birth to a child conceived by the darklord himself, she refused to show any signs of weakness or fear. Leareth had taken her against her will and planted his seed, merely for simple self-pleasure. 
Rychers were a unique race, able to transform between human and leopard form at will. When Aurora was born, she wasn’t like the others of her kind. Instead of the normal leopard color, her fur was black, her blood tainted by her father’s genes. Having never been told who Aurora’s father was, her people believed her “difference” to be a blessing and chose her to be named the next Queen of Ryche upon the appropriate age… Little did they know they had made a terrible decision. 
The day came when Aurora was to be wed to the Prince of Ryche and he would then be dubbed the new King, thus making her the Queen. The night following their wedding, Aurora killed her husband and took over the throne alone. Her father hounded her constantly, wanting her to serve alongside him and rule the realm, but she refused, knowing what he did to her mother. Taking them for everything they had, she quickly became bored with her people and left the realm in search of new and exciting things. 
'''Leareth Returns''' 
Her travels led her to the land of RhyDin, where she soon met up with a man by the name of Firewind k’Treva. Not only was he amazing as a man alone, but he was also the most powerful mage in RhyDin…the only adversary capable of going up against Aurora’s father, Leareth. Firewind’s heart was good, and he weakened Aurora’s evil side, which disturbed her immensely. After a time, she left him, unable to cope with being weak any longer. Having been with child when she left, she gave birth to Firewind’s daughter, Star k’Treva, soon after. 
Aurora and the child were in danger of Leareth now, no longer having Firewind’s protection. The darklord took a fond liking to Star…so much of one that it made her mother uneasy. The child possessed her father’s magic and, combined with Leareth’s, he would be unstoppable should she fall into his hands. 
Aurora found herself in Arangoth next, where she soon became acquainted with a man by the name of Panthar. He was more of a neutral man, and she didn’t feel threatened or weakened by him in any way. The night of their wedding, Leareth made his grand entrance, and swiped Star from her mother’s arms. He swore that, if Aurora would not serve him, his granddaughter would. 
Years went by of being locked up in that cage, having been given only the bare necessities to live on. Day in and day out Leareth came, awaiting her answer. Day after day her answer was the same…no. Infuriated, the darklord would order the guard to refuse her the next meal each time. It mattered not to Star anymore. She was numb to his punishments now. After nineteen grueling years, nothing mattered to her but escape from his clutches. 
That time came. Orgon sat against the cold cave wall, staring at her as if he had never seen a woman before. Star would look over at him occasionally, feeling his eyes on her, holding back the shiver from the chill of his gaze. He was gruesome. His beard was long and scraggly, full of leftovers from countless days before. His hair was a dirty blonde mass of tangles that hung down to his lower back, and his teeth were a dingy shade of brown and uneven. Even those eyes were cruel and uncaring. 
Star convinced Orgon to let her out one day, leading him to believe that he would get to have his way with her if he did. He wasn’t a terribly brilliant fellow, lucky for her. She toyed with him for a bit, then her chance came. He let his guard down enough for her to grab his weapon and knock him out cold with it, serving him a serious blow to the head. Oddly enough, there were no other guards around. She ran, as fast as she could, never looking back. 
'''First Love''' 
The streets of Kayrron were busy, some people bustling along, making their way to and from the market in the center of town, others merely out having a leisurely stroll. Stealing some bread from one of the unsuspecting merchants, Star ducked around behind an abandoned building, collapsing to the ground. She was exhausted and weak from the lack of food as well. 
Days went by, bread and water being her only nourishment. A hand shook her, waking her from her sleep one morning. She jumped, startled by the stranger, cowering against the wall behind her, unarmed for defense. 
Draven was a handsome man, barely twenty, well-dressed, well-built, and clean kept. Long, honey-blonde hair fell loosely down to his mid-back, his eyes a striking emerald in color. He was beautiful, but that didn’t seem to matter to Star. He was a stranger and she was still in danger of Leareth finding her. He smiled warmly, removing hid hand from her shoulder. “M’lady, you cannot sleep here. There are dangerous people about these streets.” 
It wasn’t until then that Star realized he was one of the cityguards. He bore the mark of the Kayrron falcon upon his left shoulder and on the hilt of his sword. “I…I’m sorry.” She stammered, fumbling to her feet. 
Draven looked her over fully, frowning at the tattered and dirty clothes that she wore and the lack of cleanliness, concluding that she had only been sleeping there for lack of a better place. Reaching in his beltpouch, he took out some coins and held them out to her. “Take these…find yourself a room and a good meal, m’lady…perhaps even a hot bath to soothe you.” She hesitantly took the coins, then ran from him. 
It didn’t take Draven long to find her again. He knew the city like the back of his hand. He had been questioning the Innkeepers around town to find out her whereabouts, curious of her well-being, and found that she had taken up residence in the Silver Arrow Inn for the time-being. For weeks Draven brought her food, coins, and the occasional piece of clothing to wear. He eventually won her trust and took her in under his wing, moving her into his home. He was completely taken by her, even moreso after hearing her story. 
Months went by and they found themselves in love. Not long before their wedding, Draven asked Star to join him on his rounds throughout the city. While walking through the crowded market, Draven spotted a thief stealing a chalice from a nearby vendor and taking off. He ordered Star to stay put while he ran after the culprit. Returning a short while later, he gave the chalice back to its rightful seller, but the thief was nowhere around. The merchant, enraged and not having seen the thief take the object, accused Draven of stealing it. The city of Kayrron held very strict laws. Draven was sentenced to execution the following day. 
'''The Embrace''' 
Unable to cope with losing the only good thing she had known in her life, Star went off the deep end. She panicked, all clear thought and rationality out of reach. She fled from Kayrron, wandering through the outer forests and on to smaller towns. Hearing tales of a vampire that existed in the gloomy Varinesa Keep, she found her way across the plains and over the deadly mountain pass that led to his home. She had been told stories of him doing “favors” for the less fortunate, and she vowed that she would suffer an eternity for Draven’s death. 
Dalamar was intrigued by this woman, how she so willingly walked into the arms of death without even a second thought. Having heard her entire tale upon her visit, the Gangrel vampire agreed to embrace her, being a creature of compassion and understanding himself, and not quite a stranger to love. Star was buried that night, along with her past. Taking on a new life…or undeath, as it were…she now was known as DarkClaw, Dalamar’s childer, the name fitting to her animal form. All Gangrel’s choose one…hers was the black tiger. 
A couple days passed and DarkClaw, confused and hopelessly lost, found herself wandering the opposite way across the pass late at night. She was weak, having not learned what she needed to know to survive before leaving her “father”. Her hunger pained her, her senses more keen and aware of the smells and sounds around her. She had no desire for the nourishment she was so accustomed to, nor did it soothe her suffering. 
'''The Kindred''' 
The cave was dark and cold but, somehow, the chill and dampness of its vast blackness made her feel at home. The mist covering the floor caressed her form as she slept, covering her like a blanket of protection. Eyes watched her from above, hundreds of tiny guardians, hanging from the ledges around the ceiling above. She had been too dazed and weak to notice their presence before she fell into a deep sleep. 
She awoke to the sound of wings fluttering above her. She opened her eyes barely, her vision blurred, and groaned, unable to move. A shadow, much like that of a man, stood over her. She felt herself being lifted off of the cave floor and carried away, everything once again going black. 
Khore, Lord of the Kindred, had found her on the floor of his temple, obviously weak from the lack of feeding. He nourished her back to health and, along with his mortal followers, took her in and taught her the ways of a vampire. She was home…where she would remain for hundreds of years. 

'''His Return''' 
Draven returned to her, five hundred years later. He found her in the cave of the Kindred, alone. His execution had obviously never taken place. After Star had left Kayrron, the same thief had been found stealing again from another merchant, and had oddly enough confessed to taking the chalice that Draven had returned once he was caught. Draven had heard of Star’s travels to seek out Dalamar. He had a way of finding out information that he needed to know. He, in turn, sought out Dalamar, asking as well to be embraced, so that he might once again find his only love. 
Dalamar laid a stipulation to their agreement. He insisted that, if the girl now known as DarkClaw did not return and accept his love when he found her, Draven would then die by the sunlight. He agreed, becoming one with the night and setting out to find her. 
She was not the same when he found her. She had spent hundreds of years despising men, using them for everything she could, much like her mother, but with not quite such evil intent. They were more like toys to DarkClaw, mere companions to shower her with attention. Her change was so drastic that she refused to take Draven back upon his return. She was no longer Star. How could she take him back? Shattered, Draven left Midgaard, never to be seen again. 
It was not until some time after that that DarkClaw realized what she had done. Confusion and unbearable pain set in…and she found herself leaving the security of the Kindred. Years later, after entering into Foolkiller’s following, DarkClaw was shown the vision of Draven chained to a stone, burning by sunlight, facing the death that was part of his agreement. She was devastated. She realized then that it was time for Star to be reborn. From that point on, she never felt like she belonged anywhere, and it was too late to return to her place among the Kindred. They no longer were. 
'''A New Home''' 
It seemed like an eternity went by, Star roaming from path to path, trying to find a place to belong once more. Every belief she tried was untrue to her. Every “family” she became a part of never really seemed like a family to her at all. She had almost given up on finding a purpose in life…or finding ones she could once again call brothers and sisters. Star felt like noone would ever truly understand her…but Cordir did. Their friendship had started eons past, shortly after Star had become one of the Kindred. And now?…Cordir having a following of her own, Star knew where she belonged. The Chosen would be the only place where she would fit in again, where she could find her Fate and grow as the woman she is meant to be. With the help of her loving fiancé, Garland, she relearned enough of the realm to complete the entrance quest to start her journey down the long-awaited path of purpose. 

== Trivia: ==
* DarkClaw requested a Trial of Triat Mastery, but was not successful in its completion: [[DarkClaw's Triat Mastery Quest]]

[ 16] DarkClaw: Completed Ordainment / Sat Jul 12 23:37:55 2003 / To followers of: Cordir 
Dear Chosen: I have spent many long years now, in service of the Lady Cordir and all of you, as one of our Ordained Mortals. I do not regret that honor, nor would I change any of my decisions were I to go back and have to do it all again. However, the time has come for me to walk a different path and to make different choices. And, firstly, I ask to be released from my Ordained status, so that I may grow and thrive in other ways. I shall still serve you, as always, but perhaps through different means...though some, of course, will be the same as they were. I thank the Lady Weaver, and each of you, for allowing me to hold this honorable position for so long. It was indeed a pleasure. Thank you also for your understanding in this matter. Yours in service, Star k'Treva

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Restrings: ==
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Gleaming) a tiny garland of black roses
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button
[[category:People]]

Xavier

2011-05-10T02:19:17Z

Jubei:

== Immortality Petition ==
Sat Oct 6 21:34:33 2001 
To: immortal (Posted with Xavier's permission) 
 
To My Gods, 
I once stood upon the highest peak in the Oorts, there I consorted with the Guru, and I asked the old man of his past, of his experiences with questing mortals in their search for ascension. The sagacious gnome rubbed his chin and pondered what to say for 3 years, and I waited patiently, wondering about the reply. He spoke of tampering inside the minds of those who sought greatness, of readjusting the balance of power and wisdom, and when a person was situated directly in between he could be an Immortal. For to be a ruler one must have the power, ability and authority but also the wisdom of how to restrain and remain aloof. Of how to allow free agency and mortal decision, for why else would the mortals exist if not to learn of their own accord? 

I asked the Guru what he expected of those he used to quest, he asked me of my adventures and tasks completed hroughout the realm. I spoke to him of my completion of the required 50 mobmastery quests, of my traversing to attain the required 30th level. I spoke of my 514 years of existence and 1005 hours of adventure. I spoke of the Immortal diversity which I had tasted throughout my days and lives: Cerebus, Tokugawa, Okk, Torchbearer, Asia, Tel, Nicademus, Larry and under whom I now serve the Arch- Lich. 

He probed of my otherworldly activities to prove my leadership and integrity, I spoke to him of my currently working on my Eagle Project for the Boy Scouts of America, of being a 3rd year representative to the Student Council, of being the first Sophomore ever elected to be the Student School Board Representative, of my being Captain of the Cross Country and Track teams, and Senior Patrol Leader of my Boy Scout Troop. He inquired if I was intelligent enough for the job as leadership requires but does not always have intelligence, and I spoke to him of my take accelerated classes in all fields of study and of taking a Cisco Networking academy class as a Sophomore. I told him of my being the Webmaster for the High School and of me being the Tech News Editor for the school newspaper. 

Finally the wizened Guru inquired of my reasoning for seeking Immortality. To this I responded fervently that I sought to taste the cup of enlightenment, to take the step across the threshold of time and be were now is forever and forever is always occurring. Of my desire to lead and implement the skills which I culminated from so many wise and immortal leaders. I told him of my desire to lead and teach mortals, and aid them through their life in the realm that they may too become Gods. 

I come before the Pantheon of Gods and declare unto you my desires, reasons, and abilities to become one of the select The Final Challenge, the Immortals, and the players as an Immortal. 
Xavier, Bishop of the Black Conclave of Nashite

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

Wylin

2011-05-10T02:19:04Z

Jubei:

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|imm_rank = Demigod
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|status = Retired
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|followed = [[Plato]]
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|following = [[Enforcers]]
|portfolio =
}}

[[File:Wylin.gif]]

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

{{quotable|Dwa [ Wa:23 Cl:25 ] Wylin puts his nose back into the tomes of Wisdom.|03/14/2002}}
{{quotable|Dwa [ Wa:25 Cl:25 ] Wylin, Authorized Wisdom Dealer CoE -+MB+-|03/18/2002}}
{{quotable|Dwa [ Saint ] Wylin, Authorized Wisdom Dealer (Get some!) +CoE+ |3/18/2002}}

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Player Provided Information: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Player Information: ==
[[category:People]]

Whitehawk

2011-05-10T02:18:54Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Whitehawk Skylore
|incarnation =
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race =
|hometown =
|classes =
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Pyros]] [[Okk]] [[Tamar]]
|spouse = [[Areanna]] [[Aoife]]
|partner =
|parents =
|children = [[Harmony Skylore]]
|relatives =
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following = [[Kodachi's Spirit]] [[Nightblades]] [[Hawk's Spirit]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
'''[ 28] Whitehawk: Petition for Immortality''' 
Mon Oct 16 18:29:12 2000 
To: immortal 
I, Whitehawk Skylore, would like to petition for the immortal
position of Ambassador. I have met the minimum requirements of
Level 30 in both my Mage and Warrior classes, as well as exceeded
the 40 Mobmastery quests (with 57) needed to be legible to apply for
this position. 
 
Whitehawk is 1080+ years old (over 2140 hours) 
I have played with other Characters for the last 2 years. 
Whitehawk has served under Pyros, Okk and Tamar 
He was Okk's Ordained, but later asked to be de-ordained for the quest for the requirements of immortality. 
 
Thank you. 

== Personal Timeline: ==

Oct 21 2000: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2000/whitehawkaoifewedding.htm Whitehawk marries Aoife]
[[category:People]]

Vorax

2011-05-10T02:18:45Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Vorax
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of Shadows
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created = June 22, 1999
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown =
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|last_seen = December 16, 2008
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|parents =
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|relatives =
|immorted_on = 10/22/00
|following = [[Shadows]] & [[Sanitarium]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
'''June 16, 2002:'''
I will flay the skin from your flesh and the flesh from your bones and
scrape your bones dry. And still you will not have suffered enough.

Vorax is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Vorax is in perfect health.

Vorax is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a small, illuminating yellow spider
<worn on finger> a small spider
<worn on finger> (Magical) the blazing star sapphire ring
<worn on body> (Magical) (Intense Dark Red Aura) an old suit of Drow armor
<worn on head> (Magical) (Glowing) a quilted cloth hat
<worn as shield> (Magical) an iron kite shield
<worn about body> (Magical) a fur cloak
<worn about waist> (Magical) a banded mail girth
<wielded> (Magical) a club
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Token magic) a small jade spider
<worn with pride> (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==
* When he Unretired in 2004, he was Attendant to [[Grimace]].
* Restored to DemiGod on 02/14/04, and created the [[Sanitarium]].
[[category:People]]

Tripper

2011-05-10T02:18:31Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Master Tiger
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
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|spouse =
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|portfolio =
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Tripper was a Demi God and led the Tigers. It should be noted that there were two followings named Tigers. The first was led by Lorna - the Flying Tigers - and Tripper was permitted to use the name of 'Tigers' specifically with her blessing.

== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
The man before you is imposing in many ways. He is obviously experienced as
a leader of men. He exudes confidence in the manner of his stance and the
obvious strength of a well-developed warrior's body. The creases in the corner
his eyes indicate age and wisdom born of a thousand years of experience. His
gaze is one of an experienced evaluator of men and the slight smile in the corner
of his lips indicates that what he sees has potential. You should be honored, for
this man is well suited to the evaluation of warriors and has spent many years
encouraging and developing their skills.

You feel that it would be easy to place your fate in his hands, as he will
understand both your shortcomings and your strengths. He will challenge you to
the very edge of your capabilities, but willingly pick you up when you fall and
get you started in the right direction again.

Tripper is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Tripper is in perfect health.
Tripper is using:
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) (Roaring) (Glowing) The Pride of the Tigers
<worn around neck> a pendant of a winged tiger on a platinum chain
<worn with pride> (Blue Aura) (Token magic) an oval of polished tiger-eye
<worn with pride> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

{{quotable|Elf [ Demigod ] Tripper- Master Tiger, 2.Ruffler|03/18/2002}}

== Character History: ==
Tripper’s Journal: “Immersion in Evil” It is 8am on Dreade the 23rd, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2400. “Prelude to a Journey” After 1167 years I am about to embark on what is likely to be the most difficult and dangerous journey of my life. I have always been good at heart, and to the core, and I am about to become the Attendant to the most foul of creatures - an Evil God. I cannot imagine how I got myself into this position, but I shall try to tell the tale that got me here as the prelude to my journey. I am not an aggressive person. I am, by nature rather quiet and reserved. My nature is to observe, analyze, and devise solutions to problems. I serve, mostly quietly, those in need. I am teacher, councilor, mentor, and leader to those I serve. Then how did I get to this point in time and space? I served Lorna honorably and faithfully for over 800 years, was Ordained “Hante Tora-Neko” in the fight against evil for my entire life. As “Hope of the Wyrm” I was recognized for my support of the Tigers, not for my killing prowess. In fact I have never precipitated an attack on another sentient being in this realm. Then how is it that Tripper, a peaceful quiet leader of men, finds himself about to become a member of the most aggressive evil cult in this realm? How is it that Tripper finds himself about to support, openly and apparently gleefully, that which he has despised his entire life, with his whole soul? The answer lies in my goals for this realm and myself. Ultimately, I intend to cleanse this realm of the pervasive evil that haunts it. I want to secure a warm and peaceful future for the inhabitants of this realm so that they may grow strong and productive in love and peace; so that they may achieve their own futures without the continuing harassment of the truly evil. Let it be said, up front, that not all that don the cloak of a red aura are truly evil. It is not those that I seek to destroy. It is the pervasive plague of evil that prey on the truly good and faithful for personal gain and benefit that I seek to destroy; those that kill and rape for the pure pleasure of the event. Those that hate and taunt the innocent and prey on vulnerabilities of the weak are my ultimate targets. Those that revel in the bloodlust of the kill are truly evil regardless of the color of their aura. For those evils that are honorable in their dealings, true to their cause, and take no blood lust pleasure in killing, I have faith that their hearts are good in spite of their aura. These are not my targets, for these are no threat to the love and peace and prosperity of this realm. Having said this, I embark upon a plan to surreptitiously invade evil under the disguise of a false red aura. I intend to learn all that I can about the truly foul, their methods, techniques, and their very minds so that I can truly understand evil and know how to combat it. I have this day petitioned to Attend the Evil Lord Torchbearer one of the most foul in this realm. His followers display the most heinous lust for death of any in the realm. They seek the death of any and all; god and evil alike with such abandon that it makes the blood curdle. Even in their failures they seem to take pride in the attempt and cheer each other on to greater more terrifying exploits. Having spoken with Lord Torchbearer, I have convinced him that my desire to serve him is true and he has agreed to accept my service subject to the approval of Lord Tynian. Soon I shall begin a dangerous and perhaps deadly task. I do not take on this task without trepidation for I fear for my very soul as I immerse myself so deeply into an evil that until now was only a threat to my body. The very thought of how close I shall be to this evil chills my very core. The things I may have to do in pursuit of this goal blacken my spirits before it has even begun. Before I have even entered into this task the sun seems dimmer, colder, less nourishing. It is as if the universe already knows what I’m doing and, disapproving is removing its warmth and love for this simple soul. Why do I feel so cold? Why does the sun not warm my body and soul? But I remain resolute. I will complete this task so that I can better learn my enemy and be better prepared to face him when I ascend to take responsibility for the souls of this realm. Regardless of the personal pain I must endure I shall see this to its conclusion for I seek not personal gain but the betterment of the realm and the prosperity of all the races therein. This is my trial, this is my goal, and so it begins. *** ALL HAIL TRIPPER, TFC'S NEWEST ATTENDANT (OF TORCHBEARER)! *** It is 8pm on Ivyn the 9th, the month of the Mortal Realm, in the year 2401. And so the journey begins. Tripper has joined the ranks of Evil and was promoted to Attendant in the service of Torchbearer and the Arcanes. The teaching has started and my soul reels. After introducing me to my God Spells, Lord Torchbearer’s first command was to tell me to kill a follower. I hesitated, but My Lord’s command is binding. My heart wrenched as the child’s corpse lay at my feet and the others fought over his rotting corpse. They made short order of distributing the bloody remains of a misguided soul and relished the process. The victim’s only sin was that he wanted to separate himself from the following and pursue another course. His method may not have been the most gentile or respectful, but he paid a heavy price, and it was me who was required to execute sentence. I knew that this would be tough, but I didn’t expect such barbarism to surface so quickly. While Lord Torchbearer seems a logical and ration entity, his justice is swift and brutal. His followers are, for the most part fiercely loyal, and relish their destiny in life to destroy, and pillage. There is a chill in the air and I cannot seem to find warmth. <Pulls his robe about him. > It is 8pm on Jawiliea the 10th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2401. The time moves so slowly. The chill in my bones ever deeper. The despair in my heart ever greater. I have seen such carnage as I did not know existed in this realm. Today I took direct action in support of the attack of an innocent. My support was not enough to precipitate the child’s death, and he escaped the clutches of my little Angel, but participating in this senseless slaughter is painful. There is enough carnage and slaughter amongst the young without me participating in it too. It is 9am on Jawiliea the 10th, the month of the Thawing Ice, in the year 2402. Today, what I have been dreading happened. I assisted in an attack on a friend. After visiting the Temple of Fate and listening to a fine tale, I was ordered to protect and assist an Angel in an attack on Fate. Serenity survived, if somewhat the worse for wear, but my hand trembled as I cast the spells that would protect the Angel and assist his goal of slaughter. This all after Cordir told Fate that it would happen and that Fate must have faith in Tripper. Cordir, my friend, sees very clearly, more clearly than I have in this excursion. She anticipated things I never gave a thought too, and was right. She anticipated my pain and has ever been ready and available to comfort me in my sorrow. But how do I face her knowing that I aided in an attack on her own. As I sit in the wings, invisible to the Angels, and listen to their chat, their attitudes, and their banter I wonder how they survive at all. There are moments when they work together, but seldom in groups of more than two, and even then not well. They are focused on carnage and death and destruction. Personal development is set aside for the thrill of the hunt and the ecstasy of the kill. They appear to have no plan, no objective beyond the immediate and no ultimate goals. The leaders among the Angels are rather good, but hobbled by the necessity to continually help the Fallen Angels when they fail. For the small Angels often fail, and are often prey to the retribution of others in this realm. The Angels are often under equipped, and what they have often does not last long. But, they DO have heart. They pick themselves up quickly after a setback, and charge recklessly back into the fray. My nickname for the ‘Dog Pound’ is particularly appropriate to the Bull Dogs in this group. It is 3am on Cearn the 27th, the month of the Lifegiving, in the year 2403. While my soul writhes at the evil abandon of this group, I am heartened that they are not particularly effective at it. They are constantly strained for resources and often fall victim to those they attack. They stay naked longer than most I’ve seen in my travels, and are constantly searching for gear. They are regularly thwarted in the Auction Block for lack of assets to compete with others. Their survival skills have been neglected in the pell-mell search for someone to kill and re-equip. I have begun a program to train, especially the little ones, in survival skills. At this point I cannot bring myself to train them in killing skills. While I do not wish them to die, neither do I wish to improve their killing efficiency. I realize that improving their opportunity to survive will improve their equipment and ultimately their danger to others. I will not take direct action to help them kill. I am pained at each of their deaths just as I am at the death of the innocents for I am beginning to believe that the Little Angels are nearly as innocent as those they seek to kill. They do not know the love and comfort of companions and friends. Their world is small and resides almost exclusively within the scope of Torchbearer and the Arcanes. They have few friends outside this small circle primarily because they perceive others outside their small world as either enemies or potential victims. Even among the dedicated neutrals they are regarded with suspicion. They do not, for the most part, distinguish neutral helpers from other victims and have often attacked those who have aided them. Each time their world becomes smaller, more isolated, and more paranoid. They perceive that no one likes them, trusts them, or will help them so their world gets even smaller and they regard those outside their small circle of friends with more anger and suspicion. Their very anger and hatred further isolates them from the outside world, and so the circle tightens around their survival. Even among themselves, they fight tenaciously and viciously. I think this comes more from frustration with their plight than true hatred amongst themselves for they can be comforting and supportive when one of their own falls on hard times. I have witnessed them turn on each other viciously when they are thwarted, or when their planned revenge for some perceived insult or injury fails, or ends in another Angel death. They perceive the outside world with envy and suspicion because they have so little and can see the relative wealth of the rest of the world. They are motivated to kill, as much to even the perceived unfair distribution of wealth as to promote their evil as a way of life. They have lost their direction. They have lost track of their long-term goals. They focus on the moment and rail at their impotence to right the odds. They are very different from the Conclave who has maintained their focus on their goal to convert the realm to evil. For the Conclave, killing is only a means to get the assets necessary to aid them in their goal. The Arcanes have fallen to the point where their focus is immediate survival and they can no longer see the long-term goals. Today four Angels fell in a short time, either to bad luck, or poor selection of victims. Because their wealth is so miserable, several of them stayed pitifully ill equipped for a very long time. Simply put, no one had the assets to help them. At that moment I regretted that I am prohibited from carrying equipment, and frustrated that I could not aid them with even the most basic of survival items such as a container or a weapon. No others available could either. Those relegated to nudity railed against the unfairness and injustice of the world, and vowed to extract vengeance on those they felt were responsible for their plight. I bit my tongue for had they been mine, I would have silenced their tirades, and instructed them to go to work putting themselves together. I will have more insights into the minds and hearts of the Arcanes, but this was too obvious to miss. As long as they continue to blame others for their plight they will never make the changes necessary to be other than a poor pitiable irritant to the realm. Some may fall to their bloodthirsty effort to extract revenge on those they both admire and hate, but their victims will be few and will ultimately suffer little compared to the abject poverty of the Arcanes. It is 9pm on Rishanae the 8th, the month of the Lifegiving, in the year 2405. It has been some time since I’ve made an entry here. I’ve been struggling with a lot of issues that are hard to express. I have some responsibilities within the Arcanes, but little authority. The dilemma is disheartening. The Angles fight amongst themselves incessantly. They abuse each other harshly and belittle the accomplishments of their brethren. They beg for equipment from each other and seldom provide it. Most are too poor to help each other. Most of this seems to stem from frustration and a lack of structure in the following. Several followers have left lately, and others disheartened enough to threaten to leave. I am helpless to do anything about it. I counsel the little ones to be patient and remember the fun and companionship they share, but often it is not enough. Sometimes it works. They do, however have heart. In spite of their pains, injuries and death, they keep coming back for more. And when they get the ‘blood lust’ they are tenacious. This following is destined to struggle continuously and I can do little to lighten their burden. They have made so many enemies that few will help them. There are many Neutrals that would normally help almost anyone, but will not help the Angels. The immortals of this following suffer great strain on their capabilities because the Angels need so much help. The strain on my limited magical assets is enormous. I often must hide and help what little I can while I rest and regenerate. The pain I feel in my heart at their struggle, and the strain on my body leave me exhausted and dismayed. I cannot get warm. My skin seems translucent to me as if I was fading away. There are but a few lights on the horizon to guide me and they seem so far away. Occasionally I get a remote invisible ‘tickle’ when what I really want is to be hugged to a warm comforting breast. My primary light is above and beyond my reach. My secondary light has faded from sight and I cannot locate its direction. My third light, while always there and always willing, is forever forbidden to me. It is 6pm on Marisae the 22nd, the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2405. Today, my mind reels and my soul screams at the slaughter of this realm. Trakker, a centuries old friend, companion, and follower of beloved Cordir fell at the hands of Angel Ibram. It seems that even those who hate none, and help all are not immune to the savagery and greed of evil. Additionally, today I assisted in the attack of Plane, blood brother, and friend. He survived my pitiful attempt, but still my hands are covered in blood and the chill in my bones deepens. How am I to stand by idly and stay sane? How can I justify my participation in this slaughter and then hope to gain the trust and love of those I hope to lead having been a part of this senseless slaughter? It is 11pm on Kelir the 14th, the month of the Fool's Errand, in the year 2406. The Angels are dropping like flies and to, of all people, the WarDancers. I have seen the Angels put up valiant efforts, but fail they do. Recently, even some of my bigger Angels have succumbed to the fierce attacks of both Ward and the Conclave. I hate to see them fall, and for all the wrong reasons. They spout their hatred for Nash, but it is not a deeply held conviction. Rather, they hate Nash because they share a common perception of abuse by Nash. They make no distinction between good Nash and Evil Nash, and hate Good Nashites because they refuse service to the Angels. Their philosophical logic is faulty; their purpose muddled. But they bond in their depravity and shared pain. I am caught in the worst of places. I must do the duty I swore to do for Torchbearer and the Arcanes though I detest their religious fervor and their unfocused savagery. I can see little point in their fervor for fervor’s sake. Their savagery is self-sustaining and their failures also fuel their wonton ways. But, I cannot break this self-destructive process as long as I am oath bound to Torchbearer. I don’t even know if I can break it from outside the Arcanes without the destruction of Lord Torchbearer himself. I have developed a paternal fondness for the Angels, but that only deepens my dilemma. I hate what they do, but support their efforts, if only to protect them as much or little as I can from further destruction. I have been graced so far in that I have not participated in but a couple successful deaths, but my soul cries out at even those few. As each day proceeds my skin pales more, my heart shrivels more, and I grow colder to the core. I cannot seem to get warm. My hand trembles. And my words come out haltingly. The only saving grace I have is my three shining lights. They remind me that I am loved, and that I am strong enough to complete this task. If it were not for their support I would surely be completely and forever lost in the cold darkness in which I am immersed. They are my anchors. They return me to safe harbors when I am most lost. They are my beacons in the dead of night, in thick fog when all my training and heart are lost. For them Tripper will be forever grateful and for them Tripper will never be able to repay their love and service in this, my blackest hour. If this journal and I survive I shall publish it to the world as a testament to their love and protection. On this, I am Oath Sworn. It is noon on Ozymandiut the 16th, the month of Celebration, in the year 2409. (Feeble script) Again it’s been a long time since I’ve made an entry here. I find it hard to write now. I am cold to the bone, and each day is harder than its predecessor. (Pulls robe closer around him) I have established a perpetual fireball in what I plan will be my temple and rest within it often as I try to picture how it will be built. I thank the great Lord Tynian for providing the power to build the temple for I fear I would not have the energy or power to do it for myself. The Indigo Lady solicitously tends me whenever I visit her, but I do not wish to be a burden on her. She already has enough to tend to without me adding to her concerns and diverting her from her responsibilities. Still she is a source of warmth and comfort to me and, as with the other Ladies, I am strengthened by her very presence as if she, herself, sacrificed her warmth for me sake. The Dusty Rose Lady gives of her heart knowing that I can never reciprocate her love or affection. Her dedication and loyalty are a source of strength to me in that she reminds me that in spite of my pain and suffering, I am dedicate to a cause that will ultimately be worth the efforts. She suffers great personal pain torn between love and loyalty, but has the courage to know what is best for the greatest number in spite of her personal loss and sacrifice. The Brilliant Blue Lady reinforces my resolve. It is she that reminds me that my pain and suffering are self-inflicted, but for a greater good. It is the Bright blue Lady that stiffens my resolve to persevere. The Three Ladies complement each other even if they personally would not admit to their part in my survival. Without them I would have succumbed to the pervasive evil that surrounds me. Without ALL of them I would be swept in the maelstrom of evil and my soul would be perverted forever. (Weakly bows his head in recognition and places his quill lightly next to the ink well) 

== Personal Timeline: ==

== Trivia: ==
* Tripper is specifically mentioned in the Temple of Bliss. 

== Immortality Petition: ==
''(Taken from the Tiger following website)'' 
[ 18] Tripper: Petition for Immortality (Ambassador) 
Thu Jan 13 08:51:21 2000 
To: GOD CORDIR SOLANTHAS 
 
This humble servant seeks a position amongst the Immortals of this realm initially as an Ambassador and eventually as a FLI if the powers so deem it. 

RESUME: (IC) 
I am a 40th level Ranger-Mage who has served both his following and Goddess/God faithfully and has completed 40 Mobmaster Quests as required by God Rules 10.I have spent a great deal of time improving my skills and exploring this realm. I have been kind and generous to the Newbies of this realm to promote their success and that of TFC. I am a man (elf) of integrity and honor who abides by the spirit as well as the letter of the laws of this realm. I have never been the subject of God/Greater God/IMP discipline for any infraction of the rules or disrespect. (This is true for all of my TFC characters) I have resided in this realm for over 1000 years as a servant of Lorna and, most recently, Solanthas. I have served in positions of leadership in both followings although only briefly with Solanthas. 

I have not made this decision lightly or without great consideration of the duties and responsibilities that I shall take on if this petition is approved. I am prepared to dedicate myself, and my energies, to my following and TFC should I achieve the position of FLI. I have, in fact, delayed this decision for some 1.5 RL years to determine if I really have considered all that the position entails and if I am prepared to dedicate the time and effort necessary to be a successful FLI. I have decided that I am ready and prepared to assume the responsibilities contingent on approval of this petition and that I believe I can do the job well. 

OOC: 
In my various personas I have accumulated over 5000 hours of playing time on TFC. I have resided in this realm in various personas since the fall of 1995. I am a 50+ year old retired Army Officer with 33 years of uniformed service. I work, primarily, as an at-home consultant to the Office of the Secretary of Defense. While most of my work is done at home, my job does occasionally take me on trips across the country and overseas. My trips, in any case, are usually less than 2 weeks and overseas trips are rare. In most cases, while on the road, in-country, I have access to the Internet and TFC so that I may stay in contact with my future followers. In the event I am overseas, I shall notify you and my following of my situation so that they are prepared to act accordingly. 

I have played, mostly as multiclass characters, Mage, Warrior, Ranger, Cleric, Thief, and Shaman. 

I have considered, at length, a theme for any following I might lead and have a couple reasonably well developed thoughts on the subject. I expect to flesh these out while serving as an Ambassador and under the tutelage of an FLI as an attendant. 

I have done some area writing and development in the past, but do not have a great deal of experience in this area. I do, however, have some ideas that remain from my previous efforts. 

I have read and fully understand the God Rules and fully support the aims and objectives posted there. 

I may be reached at (Email address removed) 

Your humble servant, 
Tripper 
WarDancer and Tiger

[[Category:Nashite References]]
[[category:People]]

Torchbearer

2011-05-10T02:18:17Z

Jubei:

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|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = 1st: July 24, 2000
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==
(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages) 

Since his beginnings, Torchbearer sought out his potential in the arts of the clergy. Nothing interested him more than the glory of the awesome clerics, or the fearless force of the blessed Paladins. His desire to heal the sick and aid the weak brought him to the house of JohnPaul, and the Path of Holy Virtue at a very inexperienced age. JohnPaul's loving grace accepted his plea, and so he began a pilgrimage that would last the rest of his mortal life. 

From the House of Lloth to the Dragon's Tower, Torchbearer crusaded against the vile forces of evil. As his skills improved, so did his inner strength and determination. He occasionally dreamed of having the physical prowess of the warriors and warrics of the realm, but within his heart he knew he was a destined healer and dedicated magic user. 

Throughout his adventures a greater enemy soon overshadowed the evil deities of the realm, and touched his soul deeper than all but JohnPaul. Such was the vision of Nash, and its manipulative control over the hordes of darkness. No longer did aura wield such a meaning, for even a good faith had succumbed to its imprisoning grasp. And so the darkest days were to rise before him. However, the enclosing shadows were to be dispelled by a prophetic series of dreams that would guide him to his ultimate purpose. His service and loyalty to the Path brought him flight, and thus the realm bore an angel to ascend above fear to protect the pilgrims of Virtue. His mortal years had reached their climax. 

Eons passed, and the tides of time ebbed away his most memorable shores of existence... The realization that his new Path was one of immortality manifested itself like the fiery meteors of the magi. And so his last mission as a mortal began and ended with the aid of Good, Evil, Neutral, and the Unaligned pulling weight for his cause. 

Now he is known as Torchbearer the Seraph. Whether he will side with good as a Guardian Angel, neutrality as an Arcane Domination, or evil as the Dark Seraph no mortal can be certain. One can only wait for time to reveal his destination... 

== Trivia: ==
* Torchbearer is specifically mentioned in the temple of Bliss.

 
[ 24] Torchbearer: My Retirement 
Mon Jul 24 00:57:43 2000 
To: all 
My "arcane" and ever secret intents and goals for this world are fufilled, and it is time for me to leave the plane of sinners and restore myself amongst my brother, sisters, and Lord in the Heavenly Plane of Holy Virtue. I leave this world with a people who can survive anything and do anything their hearts might ever desire. 

A few "thank you"'s before I vanish: 

To my Angels: It's been a long fight hasn't it? :-) You all made my stay worth every moment, and I thank you for all the fun and work you've put in to beating the odds and seeking success. Help the upcoming Demigods in their ventures. 

To [[Molo]] and the Conclave: Whee! What on earth would I have to do if I never had you? Answer: Nada. Keep everyone on their toes. 

To [[Tokugawa]]: Thanks for putting up with me as your attendant. I honestly don't know how you did it. 

[[Cordir]]: You're an awesome writer, thanks for the help with the temple! 

[[Lorna]]: Thanks for keeping my immortality always interesting. I can't think of TFC without you. 

[[Khore]]: You are THE man... err God, nuff said. Thanks for your help! 

[[Nayr]] and [[Tynian]]: Thank you for the opportunity to be an immortal, and for all the hours you put in so a bunch of whiny people can play your game. If there were ever unsung heroes, it would definately be the two of you. 

The rest of the immortal staff: Yay! You all are great. Expect to see me every now and again.... I would say "You finally have annoying little me out of your hair!" but I think Malin has already gone great lengths to be a pest. ;) 

The rest of you who don't fall into one of these lists: Okay, if you never had a character in my following to at least check it out, and you aren't an immortal, you are a total loser and don't deserve to read this note anyway. Okay okay, joking, there are some cool folks out there, you know who you are, thanks for being fun. ;) The previous statement still applies to everyone else. :P 

OH OH! And to the most special person in the WHOLE wide world of TFC: [[JohnPaul]] - if it weren't for you I would have quit mudding a LONG time ago. I can only *hope* I was half the immortal you were to me to all the folks that took their time to worship me. Thanks for everything, I'll see you soon in heaven. 

Take care TFC, 
Torchbearer, Guardian Angel of Holy Virtue. 

== Personal Timeline: ==
* 07/24/00: Retired as a Demi God.
* 09/22/01: Un-Retired and Became an Attendant to [[Cordir]] and the [[Chosen of Fate]]
[[category:People]]

Splat

2011-05-10T02:17:36Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Splat
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = The God of Sudden Impact The Falling God
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = Fall 1997
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}
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|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Warrior}}
|last_seen = December 24, 2003
|followed = [[JohnPaul]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Abbey]]
|immorted_on = 1995 or earlier
|following =
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
 

== Current Description: ==
 
Hel [ DemiGod ] Splat:Senile Person Laughing At Things June 1997
Hel [ DemiGod ] Splat:Senile Person Laughing At Things October 12, 1997

== Splat's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

I am Splat, the Chaotic. I seek to triumph over the darkness of evil through any available means, including bargaining, force, or humor. My followers are sworn to favor good over all others, and to seek the ultimate triumph of good over evil. But, I allow them the freedom to work with evil in order to defeat it in the long run. Any strategy is acceptable to me, though I request that other players only be killed as a means of last resort. 

My follows are duty bound to help new players and to try to influence them to seek the light of goodness or the balance or neutrality as opposed to the disharmony of evil. My followers are also obligated to repay their debts and keep their word, as failing in these duties would lead them closer to the path that evil walks. My most important tenant is that all of my players should have fun, for without joy there is no goodness. 

[[Splat's Temple]] was home to the those who wanted to triumph over darkness.

== Trivia: ==
* Splat's Ordained was Tel. 

== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Solaron

2011-05-10T02:17:24Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Solaron K'Veeran-Al'Veeran
|incarnation =
|styled_as = Wyld Huntsman, "Don"
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created = February 3, 2001
|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}} (er, Elf-Ogre)
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Warrior}} {{Class|Ordained}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Cordir]] [[Katrana]]
|spouse = [[Katrana]]
|partner = [[Aphrodite]] [[Tylin]], Mistress [[Miressa]], Mistress
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Northern Stronghold]]
|immorted_on = AMB: 10/04/05 ATTND: 12/13/05 DEMI: 12/23/05
|following = [[Mafia]] [[Children of the Light]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
* Solaron wrote 'A Complete Newbies Guide to TFC' - some of which is quoted within this wiki. 
* Solaron co-Wrote the [[Northern Stronghold]] with Katrana. 

== Current Description: ==
'''08/25/01:''' 
Short-cropped golden hair frames a well-chiseled face. Seering blue eyes peer at you, above a face that looked to have once been handsome... but now has been...changed. Where his face ones was, a swirling, writhing tattoo pulsates. It seems to consciously draw attention to itself,
a fact that the young elf has grown used to, obviously. Shouldering this twist of Fate, he nods grimly. "Lessons to be learned in all things." With a wry smile, he adds, "I'm still learning the consequences for my own vanity. Luckily, some people understand....surprisingly, a human I am so lucky to have found Aphrodite...." With that, he bows and departs. As he leaves, you notice a symbol etched into his mithril breastplate.. the symbol of the Grimward family. Interesting...Solaron Al'Miren, an elf, adopted into such a family, mingling with Dwarves... humans.. 
Perhaps he IS learning. 

'''Triat Mastery: 08/30/02''' 
Mottled-grey skin is stretched parchment thin across the misshapen face of this creature. A topknot of knotted black hair, shiny with oil, falls down past his shoulders. Two tiny eyes peer from brooding brows, nearly hidden within the deep recesses created by his sloping forehead. Wide, flaring nostrils sniff the air for familiar scents. Jagged, yellow tusks of teeth jut from the lower lip, and a scraggly beard grows in patches on his cheeks. 
Flickers of intelligence sparkle, just for a moment, deep within the black orbs. A grimace, a look of profound sorrow, shimmers across the face for a moment, dispelling the illusion of dim-witted ignorance, but is quickly replaced by the hulking visage. Encircling his throat and writhing occasionally across his face, an azure tattoo seems to attract notice to itself. This, the mark of Fate. This.. is this Solaron? 

'''04/17/03:''' 
Solaron is using:
<worn on finger> (Powerful magic) (Snarling) the figure of a hound on the hunt
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Bloody) a band of briars
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) a bloodstained huntsman's vest
<worn as shield> (Intertwined) the Sigils Odegra, Argedo and Draktha

'''Blade of the Wyld: 05/13/04''' 
Invader blood runs through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants! 
Solaron has summoned you! 
Solaron has summoned you! 
Solaron has summoned you! 
self tried to steal from you! 
self tried to steal from you! 
self tried to steal from you! 
Solaron leaves up. 
Solaron has a special twinkle in his eye. 

'''Godfather of the Mafia: 07/29/06''' 
Before you stands an impeccably well-dressed, oversized elf. His fine, graceful features are marred somewhat by two small tusks that protrude from his lower lip and by his immaculately groomed goatee. Thick, black eyebrows lie over two piercing green eyes that stare at you curiously. 
A small group of thugs and goons surround him; his personal guard, along with those few desperate souls who have made a pact with this man. They seek now to curry his favor and avoid his harsh punishment. 
His only true adornment is a wedding ring, a large, gaudy piece of gold and platinum, set with diamonds and rubies. He holds it before your face as he notices you still staring at him. One of the thugs following him sidles slowly over to you and whispers. 
"The Godfather is making you an offer you can not refuse." The weasel-faced man snickers softly. "He has allowed you to look upon him and live. Kiss his signet ring and be gone, before he changes his mind." 

Elf [ Cl:23 Wa:20 ] Solaron, Acolyte of Fate. Grimward/Blade/Aphrodite (08/27/01)
Elf [ Wa:30 Cl:30 ] Solaron. Ogre. Blade. Katrana. -Fate- (P) (09/09/02)
Elf [ Huntsman ] Solaron, Unholy Huntsman. -Katrana- (02/10/03)
Elf [ Th:27 Wa:30 Cl:30 ] Solaron, Arcane Dawnbringer of Mayhem Hunt/Evil! (05/13/04)

== Character History: ==
(written for joining the Chosen of Fate. Not updated since that time.) 
Solaron was born in Malenest, north of Harper's Landing, during an important time in the town. Orcs had recently overrun both Malenest and Harper's, with the latter taking the brunt of the attack. Malenest, with it's towering majestic trees and curving paths proved a reliable deterrent to the hoard of Orcs. Still, many of the guardsmen died, and Solaron's father, a wealthy noble, fled to Loth Lorien to save his holdings there, bringing his large entourage of guards with him, leaving Malenest to the wolves so to say. 

Solaron was raised in Loth Lorien, given everything, taught many things, yet he wasn't happy. Constantly his mind dwelled on the friends he had left that night, years ago. Finally, during a recently restored trade route run with his father, Solaron had a chance to visit Malenest and check up on his old friends. Unfortunately, when his father's guards had left, large gaps in the cities defenses allowed Orcs through. His friends, many of them, had perished before brave Guardsman had sealed the breaches. 

Solaron, aghast at this startling revelation, confronted his father. They quarreled, and his father disowned him when Solaron called him a coward. 

Slowly the years passed, and Solaron grew, as people tend to. He made his home in Loth Lorien, turning to religion in an attempt to allay the guilt he strangely felt at the loss of Malenest that day. Searching, the different faiths, while all intriguing, didn't pull at him. The only solace Solaron found was when the elven ladies fawned over him, as they tended to do. He was quite handsome, and he knew it. He revelled in it. He may not have loved himself, but others did. He used it to his advantage, sometimes TAKING advantage of it. He grew vain, and haughty....and the years passed. 

He became an adventurer of some skill, and one day was in the Coliseum, the ladies' favorite gladiator, when he was approached by, literally, a Goddess. He learned something that day, and was intrigued. It actually PULLED him. Amazed, he asked to see the Entrance Ritual, and was instantly swept away. This WAS his calling. Fervently he threw himself at the requirements for entrance. --Which is where he is today. He is a vain man, struggling constantly with his inner demons. Although he is not to blame for what happened in Malenest, since his father won't accept the blame, he feels he must. He ignores the topic, outwardly, but dwells on it constantly inwardly. One of his large goals is to become renowned enough to destroy the Orcish Hoards now encamped around the Realms. He has a large interest in learning, and putting that knowledge to use. He abhors those who run from there fears, and believes that it is better to face a problem then hide from it, despite his obvious avoidance of the Malenest topic. 

== Trivia: ==
* When Solaron joined the Chosen of Fate, he selected three Geasa. They are as follows: 
#I will ALWAYS remember, publicly, the massacre of Malenest.
#I will NEVER attack and kill an elf, knowingly.
#I will NEVER learn the languages of orcs or goblins.
* During Solaron's time as a mortal he had over 150 player kills. 146 of these are on the TFC News Page.
*Solaron and [[Katrana]] not only married online, but also in real life.

== Personal Timeline: ==

'''2001:''' 
2/3/01: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/solaronjoin.htm Solaron is born and joins the Chosen of Fate] 
02/09/01: Solaron reaches Cl:8. 
07/01/01: Solaron reaches Cl:14 Wa:12. 
07/05/01: Solaron reaches Wa:13 Cl:15. 
07/08/01: Solaron reaches Wa:15 Cl:15. 
08/09/01: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/guidance.htm Solaron posts "Guidance"]. He also posts a note to all thanking Legolas for his "selfless dedication to IDing". 
08/11/01: Solaron and Katrana get married in RL (gratz!)! 
08/23/01: Solaron levelled (Cl:22\Wa:20) and got level 33 MM, a Dwarven Warrior. 
08/25/01: Daelin slays Riella, and is kind enough to allow a trade to be arranged to have her wedding ring returned, with Solaron of Fate trading +3 dam gloves for the wedding band. The momento is returned to Riella. Solaron completes MM#29 - the spirit of a priest, and #30 - a duergar cleric, and 31 - the Spirit of a Priest again.. 
08/26/01: Solaron reaches Cl:23 Wa:20. 
8/28/01 - Solaron slays the Ghost of Lestiggen for MM#34 andA Knight for #35 and 980 exp... 
08/30/01: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/solaronvision.htm Solaron shares a Vision with the Chosen.] 
09/09/01: Solaron completes MM#39 & #40 - a student and a stone golem. 
09/15/01: Dracos, Mael and Solaron retrieved Darwin's corpse from 4th floor of the Master's Tower. 
09/16/01: Solaron rescues Goganga from the House of Pancakes. 
09/17/01: Echo levels to 6 thief and is dubbed an honorary elf by Solaron. 
09/21/01: Solaron reaches Wa:24 Cl:24. 
09/25/01: Khore attends the Fateful Hour, rewards Solaron for his week of service, and answers the questions of those present. 
10/16/01 - Solaron completes mobmasters 51 & 52 -- they sound like a talk show -- Oprah and Odir. 
11/08/01: Kantor's bad day continues, when later that evening, he dies to Pheather the aarockran by his own sword (which the birdie had disarmed and grabbed), and wishes it noted that Solaron bravely got the weapon back from Pheather. 
12/08/01: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/nightbringers.htm Solaron writes about the Nightbringers], prompting a whole slew of notes from others. 
12/12/01: Solaron completes mobmasters 54 & 55, reaching Cl:27 Wa:25 in the process. 
12/30/01; Solaron announces that it's time for mud trivia, and Triston immediately asks, 'what does water and dirt mixed become?'. Solaron then goes ahead with his various trivia questions, and the winner is Teluin. 
 
'''2002:''' 
1/12/02: Solaron posts a note about Lins' idea to [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/removesentry.html remove sentry followings from the game]. 
02/13/02: Solaron earns five rifts in a row for being a smart alec on gossip (fortunately he spams "heal" spells in between). 
03/08/02: Early in the am, Cordir asks the men present to go collect pretty clothes for her daughter, Mireya, to wear to the wedding on sunday. Belsambar Lin goes to fetch Bethany for a group to kill, all present forgetting that while before, she was simply really nasty... now she's also a Mage mob... the group is unable to take her down. Nearly 10 hours later, another group takes on the hunting gypsy.. Gunner, Iso, Kelanea, Lexie and Kaleyah finally managed to kill Bethany... and as Fate would have it, she ghosted! All the while, a certain Anathema (*cough*Kain*cough*) was harassing the group. Kaleyah, Keat, Indiga, Solaron, Famine and Lexie, having enjoyed their epic battle against Bethany, continue the rampage by killing Justice. 
04/27/02: Ephiny gossips (in common), 'In a valiant group effort, Paython, Dogdaze, Solaron, Wylin and I killed Bethany'. 
4/28/02 : Solaron levels to Wa:26\Cl:27. 
05/08/02: Kaleyah posts a note expressing her gratitude for a corpse retrieval - in response, Solaron gossips (in common), 'Ha! Scairz? Who's Scairz? Big sissy.'. Solaron gossips (in common), 'I was only blinded, annihilated, poisoned...'. 
05/21/02: Toke dies horribly to the Tempest, and a group consisting of Tassadar, Lorax and Solaron perform the CR. 
05/30/02: Solaron slays a Fire Elemental to advance to level 27.. he also gains a Train. 
06/03/02: Ihsahn dies in Nydia, but is swiftly corpse-rescued by Solaron. Solaron reaches Cl:28\Wa:27. 
06/06/02: Solaron of Fate slays a magman for Cl:29\Wa:27. 
06/11/02: Sahelr levels to Th:13 then promptly dies in the Icy Wasteland and Solaron performs the CR. 
06/12/02: Solaron reaches Cl:30 Wa:27. 
06/13/02: Raile posts a note about Solaron [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/railenote.htm thanking him for assisting with a CR.] 
06/18/02: Solaron reaches Wa:28 Cl:30. 
06/29/02: Clue dies to Scairz, and Solaron and Kantor quickly perform the CR. Solaron once more joins forces with Kantor (as well as Kethran) to slay the ghost of Scairz who shows up rather unexpectedly hours after the CR of Clue. 
06/30/02: Solaron: Wyld's Avatar, Acolyte, and Katrana's sweetie, [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/solaron40.htm levels to Wa:30\Cl:30] and effective level 40!! Grats, Sol! 
07/02/02: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/solaron-tmq.htm Solaron accepts a Trial of Triat Mastery]. The Chosen's Fateful hour is quiet, so Solaron and Katrana [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/wyldpraise.htm create a story to describe the events planned]. 
07/03/02: Solaron, Wylin, and Shon CRed Liora's corpse from the Tempest. 
07/12/02: Cordir runs a 25 question trivia contest. Participants include Solaron, Nazinthas, Aslan, Wylin, Elaina, Katrana, Pol, Abe, Natilena and Quarnel. Solaron wins with Katrana in second place. First prize is a custom potion, second prize is 500 exp. 
07/14/02: Previously, Sylt had quaffed a teleport and wound up... in a locked cell on the River of Dispair! Today, Vex went there and attempted to rescue him, but bad-summoned and wound up trapped as well. Abe and Solaron come to the rescue, each summoning out one of the pair. 
07/18/02: A group consisting of Uriel, Azeworai, Solaron, Lins, Spell, and Vex take on the Master's Tower as part of Solaron's Triat Mastery quest. 
07/30/02: Marius of Darkness dies in Demon Realm. Solaron, Lexie, and Abe head into Demon Realm to get the corpse. After about twenty minutes of them killing demons, Lins walks in and picks up the corpse for the CR. Markoon dies in the demon realm, and Mandrake attempts a CR but is slain himself. Mandrake tells Cordir (in common), 'mental note-- don't attempt CRs in Demon Realm without a weapon'. Abe, Solaron, Noctus, Markoon and Kerson dive into the Demon Realm. They snag corpses of Dakkon and Markoon, but Mandrake's is lost when a Darkling snags it. Galithandril is accidentally killed when, while fighting a mob, he is confused, and Solaron walks into the darkened room. One round later, Galithandril is dead. Solaron gains and returns the corpse. 
08/09/02: Tripletriztz and Carrie both die in the Wintermeet Valley. Carrie recovers her own corpse, and Solaron of Fate obtains that of Tripletriztz. 
8/9/02 - [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/cincgt.html Solaron posts a note about an upcoming Renfest GT in Cincinnati.] 
08/11/02: Solaron gossips (in common), 'OOC: Anyone who cares: Go to [www.angelfire.com/games/theLegend/SolaronFinal.jpg (this link)] for a picture I made of Solaron. :)'. (Link still valid) 
08/18/02: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/sol-gts.htm Solaron posts more about the GT]. 
08/21/02: Katrana recieves God+ consent to wed Solaron, thus completing all but one requirement of her Triat Mastery quest (and in record time...) 
08/24/02: Solaron of Fate posts a note about a [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/solbanners.htm Web-Banner Contest]! 
08/28/02: Traume is killed by a black jungle spider, and Solaron performs the CR. 
08/30/02: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/k-s-wed.htm Katrana and Solaron are wed]... and lots of fun happens at [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/k-s-recept.htm the reception party afterwards]. 
9/1/02: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/2002illgt.htm A GT is held at the ESPNzone in Chicago, Illinois] with Myronides, Natilena, Boyardee, Solaron, Katrana, Humble, Faille, Plato, Shon, Snappy, Ambrose, Tazz, Wylin, Lorax, Maimer, and Lania attending. 
09/02/02: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/2002ohiogt.htm A big GT is held at the Ohio RenFest]! This was held in Cincinnati with Mael, Mylo, Sylt, Vex, Agralebean, DuKaron, Solaron, Katrana, Humble, Faile, and Theoden attending. [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/090202gt.html See more photos from the GT]. 
10/25/02: Solaron auctions off a level 31 Health Amulet, "free to first person to give me a reason I like.". Sabella wins, with an auctioning of "Because I'm a wicked, filthy, naughty girl, who will teach your wife horrendously evil things to do to you?" 
11/07/02: Solaron announces the [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/bannerwin.html winners of the tfc banner contest]. 
11/19/02: INFO: Somewhere, Solaron pops the swelling ego.] Solaron gossips (in common), 'Looking for a level 70ish death-spell scroll usable on gods. Tells please. '. Someone gossips, 'Looking for suggestions on ways to kill mouthy elves who thing they're ogres.'. (This results in Solaron becoming a god+ plaything for a while, during which it is learned that folks CAN in fact, flee in fear... while asleep. 
11/21/02: solaron wins third place in a story writing contest hosted by Tiax. 
11/24/02: Cordir runs another round of Trivia, and this time, Solaron wins, with Aries and Raile a close tie for second place. 
12/22/02: Solaron departs the Chosen of Fate, and [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2002/solarondeparture.htm Cordir posts a note about it.] 
 
'''2003:''' 
01/11/03: Katrana is promoted to Demigoddess! She starts the Wyld Hunt, a neutral evil Sword following. Her first follower is Solaron, her second is Mordith. 
01/28/03: Solaron is ordained by Katrana! 
02/09/03: Solaron of the Wyld Hunt advances to Ordained level 5. 
03/06/03: Solaron of the Wyld Hunt is a busy lad, reaching level 9 Ordained, and performing two CRs: Solo, he regained Elektra's corpse from Dark Manor, and with Lanfear, he CR'ed Linkins corpse from the Demon Realm. Vorax has some fun with Mace, Rone, Solaron and Mandrake, when he asks anyone who can 'play nice' to come to Temple Courtyard, then eats some pink sand, and earthquakes those present, much to their amusement (and disappointment at no 'justification.'). 
03/07/03: Solaron advances to Ordained level 10. 
03/11/03: Solaron, the Ordained of the Hunt, gains level 12 and 13. 
03/13/03: Solaron reaches Ordained level 15. 
03/18/03: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/tharunestory.html Solaron posts a story about Tharune to the tfc forums].
03/22/03: Solaron, Katrana's Huntsman, completes MM #65 - the Beholder. 
04/06/03: A someone tries to encite people into having the "fight of the millenium" (reds vs. blues), but this somehow turns into the founding of Solaronville instead. 
05/11/03: Solaron ascends to Ordained level 19. 
05/31/03: Solaron reaches 21 ordained. 
06/28/03: Solaron is briefly silenced for being mouthy and refusing two direct orders. 
07/15/03: Solaron posts [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2003/wyldesspoem.html a poem for the Wyldess] to the TFC forums. 
09/13/03: People start locating for IOU's (which are found on fire fairies for Natilena's ongoing quest) and Solaron finds a slightly unusual one: Solaron gossips (in common), 'An I.O.U. for 108 hockey games in someplace mysterious.'. Wisteria gossips (in common), 'Canada isn't mysterious!'. A spirit of darkness gossips, 'hockey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' 
11/06/03: Khore runs a quest involving killer ducks (and other small normally otherwise-innocent animals) and Solaron is the winner. 
 
'''2004:''' 
1/29/04 - Solaron is PK'd by Judge. 
04/12/04: There's a strange conversation on gossip about [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2004/solarons.html Solaron's nipples]. 
11/28/04 - Katrana is promoted to Lesser Goddess! Later this night Katrana & Solaron's area, Northern Stronghold, is installed and Orpik is the first to find it. 
 
'''2005:''' 
03/09/05: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2005/solretire.html Solaron posts a retirement note on the forums.] 
10/04/05: It's a busy night for promotions: [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2005/solaron_azeworai_thorpromoted.html Solaron and Azeworai are promoted to Ambassador], and Thor is promoted to Demigod! 
12/13/05: Solaron is promoted to Attendant of Wylin! 
12/23/05: Solaron is promoted to Demigod! He starts the lawful neutral Mafia, and his initial finfo reads: "The Mafia - hidden behind the name of the Genovese crime family - is a close-knit group of thugs, goons, lawmakers and lawbreakers. Their vast wealth, resources and immeasurable skills, along with their strong sense of loyalty and kinship, make them a force to be reckoned with. Those wishing to join should speak to a member of the Family. Those wishing 'protection' may speak to a Family-member for pricing. Those with contracts must seek out the Godfather himself." Tylin is his first follower. Earlier in the day, [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2005/discussedreading.html Solaron and Belsambar discussed reading.] 
 
'''2006:''' 
5/9/06: Teluin is ordained by Solaron! 
5/20/06: Goon reaches effective 40th (Wa:30 Cl:30) and is ordained Consigliere by Solaron! 
7/13/06: Solaron posts [http://finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2006/changeofheart.html a change of heart] to the forums to announce his change of alignment to lawful good. His new finfo reads, "Within most mortals lives darkness, a seething ball of hatred and sin. The Children of Light have scourged this vileness from their souls and work now to reclaim the souls of those mortals still lost within the darkness. The Children are an aggressive following that seeks to purge evil in any form it may take. If you are Evil or allied with Evil, you will be attacked. The Hand of Light (Solaron) may absolve an individual or following of its sins, if approached. This will be reviewed on a case by case basis." 
7/31/06: Dauthi is ordained "Herald" by Solaron! 
 
[[Category:Triat References]]
[[category:People]]

Solanthas

2011-05-10T02:17:06Z

Jubei:

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|name = Solanthas
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of the WarDancers
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = 1st: Jan 17, 2001
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown = Loth-Llorien
|classes = {{Class|Warrior}} {{Class|Cleric}}
|last_seen = May 20, 2003
|followed = [[Rhina]]
|spouse = [[Lania]]
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|immorted_on = Demi: 01/10/99 & Demi: 04/21/02
|following = [[Wardancers]] (x2)
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==
(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages) 

Solanthas was born and raised in the fabled elven city of Loth-Llorien. He had a happy and peaceful upbringing, and he spent his time playing with his friends. 
Then one night Solanthas' life changed forever. Loth-Llorien was attacked by an orc warband. Solanthas' father was slain on this dreadful night. This event changed the young elf in many ways. 
Solanthas left Loth-Llorien to take revenge for his dead father. He wandered all corners of the world, killing goblinoids whenever he could find them. 
One day when Solanthas was returning to Loth-Llorien, he stumbled across Rhina, the Goddess of Nature. From that moment, Solanthas knew what his calling in life was. He was to become a cleric of Nature and spread Rhina's teachings across the realm. 
Solanthas spent many years spreading Rhina's word, as well as improving his own skills. He travelled the world with his closest friends, Dalaran, Sleepy and Saltheart. 
Then finally Solanthas reached his first goal. He had become High Warric of Nature. Solanthas wanted to quest for immortality, but the mightiest of Gods did not accept more immortals at that moment. 
During the following years, Solanthas spent lots of time in Rhina's tree. Talking to his friends and to his Goddess Rhina. Solanthas also met his wife, Lania during these years. 
Then finally one day, the world as Solanthas knew it was forever changed. Word started to circulate about a new continent far to the south. People also said that the Gods was questing people to join their ranks! 
Solanthas rushed out into the new world. He found an old and wise man on the southern continent. The man told him that he had to find 3 items of power, if he ever wanted to join the ranks of the immortals. 
Solanthas felt his heart race in his chest. Surely this was an easy quest to fulfill. Solanthas found the first item no more than 5 minutes after talking to the old man. Unfortunately he could not use it! 
During the following months Solanthas realized that this quest was not so easy to solve. he searched all over the world, but all his time and effort spent was to no use. 
Solanthas begun to despair. Would he ever solve the quest?? After taking a few months off the quest, Solanthas regained his confidence. Solanthas put every wake minute into the search, and finally he was rewarded! He found his second item, and this time he could use it. After the first item was found, the other two were found much faster. 
Solanthas solved his quest and has now joined the ranks of the immortals. 
Solanthas wishes to thank everyone that has helped and supported him during his mortal life. 

== Trivia: ==
* Solanthas is specifically mentioned in the temple of Bliss.
* Solanthas taught four attendants: [[Artanis]], [[Natas]], [[Katrana]], and [[Masher]].
* The first two ordained mortals of Solanthas were Berrin and Malin
* The War Dancers were the home of a majority of the good aligned player killers of the day

== Personal Timeline: ==
* Solanthas was made the Attendant of the [[Tigers]] in October of 1998.
* Solanthas unretired, and was made an Attendant for the second time on 03/17/02.
[[category:People]]

Slyxx

2011-05-10T02:16:51Z

Jubei:

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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Simon

2011-05-10T02:16:41Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|styled_as = Messiah of the Clan ChiselHammer
|imm_rank = Demigod
|status = Retired
|race = {{Race|Dwarf}}
|hometown = [[Dwarvenhold]]
|classes = [[Cleric]]
|followed = [[Nalya]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
}}

'''Nicknames:''' The Gray Dwarf, The Duergar Blacklite, Messiah of the Clan ChiselHammer

== Simon's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

(Taken from the TFC Website Archives) 

Raised in the Dwarven village of Kaizen, near Dagger Falls, Simon was the only child of Rhaugh and Dalina. Rhaugh, a part time priest and full time iron worker, was said to be a descendent of the Clan Ironhouse and a distant relative of Ghellion, king of the once legendary clan. Because of this and his pacifist ways, Rhaugh was a respected member of this village and considered to be of a wise nature. 

" You will learn the ways of a cleric " proclaimed Rhaugh to his son. " You are different from those in our village. A difference that many will not be able to overcome nor accept. You shall be with me at all times, learn how to preach, fight, and heal. You will represent, one day, something we all should strive for, a world of peace ". 

What Rhaugh had been referring to was Simon's real heritage. For Simon was not the true son of he and his wife, he was an orphaned Duergar child. A child he had found on one of his vision walks. A child who rightfully was born to the Zhentarim. Zhentarim, a clan of what is said to be comprised of the most violent and evil Duergars that have ever walked this world. A clan who's violence and magic is rumored to be wielded by the Devil itself. Rhaugh, in all his wisdom and hope, could not fathom the idea of what he will create. Some say that true genetic evil can only be removed by death. Rhaugh will one day find this statement to be true. For he will not create a symbol of piece. His vain and endearing hope will only create a weapon of destruction. A weapon that will one day take his own life. 

Simon left his village at the age of 19. His fits of rage, once controlled by hypnotism and meditation, now become harder to surpress. They lurk in the back of his mind like an alter ego trying to claw it's way out. 

After many years of travel and countless encounters, he takes up residence in the village of Dwarvenhold. A thriving village in the land of TFC. It is here that Simon lives most of his life as a neutral cleric. Aligned with nobody, living alone, his fate and destiny would soon come together in this place. The day he meets the Goddess Nalya. Nalya, a beautiful good immortal who's rules of living attracted Simon the most. A way of living much like his previous neutral years. For it is under her that he could attempt to represent what his father set out for him to do. A peaceful Deurgar. 

Once accepted into Nalya's house, Simon became more outgoing and more accepting to strangers. People began to know his name and he theirs. In particular, two evil mages known as Molo and Grayghost. Friendship with these mages gave Simon what his inner-self longed for most. The chance to be amongst evil. It was the persuasion of these new found friends that gave Simon the ability to do something that was the most soul freeing experience that he could ever feel. Take another mortal's life. It was like a drug. A quickening. Something that overcame him like a whirlwind as he took another then another. He could hear the whispers of the devil's voice. A whisper that he could no longer live without. 

Outraged by his actions, Nalya could do only one thing to Simon. In a most evil like way uncommon to a good Goddess, she wielded her magic and hindered his abilities to fight, cast spells and defend himself. In essence she sealed his fate. She made him into an outraged, vengeful Duergar. Something he would hide no more. As a mortal, his days of conquering would not come. His now hindered abilities would not allow this. Something a Duergar could not live with. Then the whispers came again ..." Immortality is where you will do your best my pupil, immortality is where you will be able to conquer ", the devil whispered. " Petition those who made the world of TFC, petition them and prove your worth ". 

So Simon petitioned and was honored with the title of " Ambassador ". A position in which will allow him to prove his worth. A position which will show his abilities that only few do posses. If you see him roaming the world of TFC, feel free to say hello and ask a question or two. Take this opportunity when it comes. For the next time you may see him, he may be eating your recently slain corpse........ 

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

Rhina

2011-05-10T02:16:31Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|incarnation = I
|imm_rank = Demigoddess
|status = Retired
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
}}

== Rhina's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)''

Born high in the mountains near Thistlerock, Rhina took great pleasure in frolicing in the playground of the meadows near her home. However, upon meeting a wolverine who showed her the seduction of the burrows and tunnels of the dark, she forsook the sunny pleasures of childhood and became enmeshed in the Dark Mist. Rhina flourished under the tutelage of Siren, and enjoyed many great adventures. But halfway through her mortal life, she was chased up a tree by a vengeful beast. Forced to remain for a time, she had nothing to do but contemplate the world around her. The beauty of it stuck her. The sun felt wonderful on her skin. The birdsong awoke a long slumbering glee. The new joy that it wrought in her could not be reconciled with her evil past. And so she left the Mist, and travelled for a time on her own, expirencing the exhiliration of the trees and wind once more. In the following of Coleman, Lord of Mirth, she found an outlet for this deep joy and so she followed his lead, and grew strong. The decision to leave the mortal plane was not an easy one, she had made many friends there, but Rhina now wanted to be a tender of roses, not just an admirer; she was grateful for the opportunity. 

Rhina's following will tend to be small, of necessity. To tend the growth of many sacrifices the bloom of some; she wishes to see all her followers in full flower. She believes that a true good will follow the ways of nature and the lessons it can teach. Her rules are few, but to be strictly adhered to...nature is not always gentle. You'd like to follow the natural ways and learn the secrets of the world around you? Look up...Rhina's most likely in the tree above you, grinning briefly before she scampers higher. Follow her up-those branches aren't _that_ thin. Just remember to leave your axe on the ground. 

Rhina's Rules: 
1) Be like the unicorn. Be Good in _all_ you do. This doesn't just mean don't pk good players. I want my following to be an example of what Natural good is and should be. 
2) Be like the bumblebee-well, a bit fiercer. You are not to pk without my permission, unless attacked. In such a case, take whatever steps necessary. 
3) Be like the deer. Be aware of your surroundings and don't let danger into your pack. Literally, don't group with evils, but group with other goods and neutrals. The way of the pack is the best one. (Note: all other contact with evil is fine, as long as your honour is never comprimised.) 
4) Be like the oak. Be strong and support your fellow followers. You will help each other's growth by not crowding out the sun. 
5) Above all, enjoy yourself. The world is a beautiful place and part of my job is to help you find the wonders of it. I hope we both succeed. 

== Notable followers of Rhina ==
[[Myronides]], [[Gaul]], [[Jonah]], [[Solanthas]]
[[category:People]]

Raze

2011-05-10T02:16:21Z

Jubei:

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aka Master of the Elements, The Hotel Detective 

== Raze's Immortal Profile/Bio ==

''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Raze, fabled as a mortal for his swiftness of foot and fearsome backstab, was the first and greatest follower of Siren before she fell to Evil. In his Ascension to immortality, he garnered control of the Elements, commanding them with merely his will. He is constantly immersed in a translucent blue flame that somewhat resembles an aura at first glance. Not often will you find one so happy and wearing a constant smile. 

Raze actively seeks the demise of Evil, and expects the same from his followers. His preference is a peaceful resolution, through conversion of those seduced by Evil to Good. Force is not used to convert; rather, it is a tool to bring justice to those who repeatedly commit Evil crimes.
[[category:People]]

Pyros

2011-05-10T02:16:11Z

Jubei:

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|styled_as = Lord of Fire
|imm_rank = Demigod
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|status = Retired
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
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'''AKA The Syla-Slave, The Pyromaniac, Arch-Mage of Mischief'''

== Pyros' Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)''

Pyros was a powerful mage on another world before coming to The Final Challenge. There were many powerful mortals on that world, and the Gods of that place grew angry at this. They took what power they could from Pyros and others, and used it to make sweeping changes. Not liking these changes, Pyros devised a way to open a rift to the Ethereal plane and escape. He drifted for a long time trying to find another world where he might flourish. Time and distance were different in the planes he passed through. At some point, Pyros began physically aging in reverse and he had to find a new world before he became a child again. Luckily, one presented itself before it was too late. 

Pyros soon discovered that most of his powers, especially his power over fire, did not work in this new place. He would have to adapt quickly if he wanted to survive and succeed. 

It was from these humble new beginnings that Pyros began his ascent to power once again. The elven Guildmaster of Mages took on the task of training Pyros to wield the magic of this world. From there, he was accepted by Nayr the Wise as a follower. When Nayr grew in power and no longer needed followers, Pyros forged ahead on his own, soon becoming an Arch-mage in his own right. When his friend and former fellow follower Syla reached immortality, Pyros became her first follower and Arch-mage of Mischief! 

With Syla as his Goddess, Pyros was content to explore the world, cause mischief here and there, and aid his friends when he could. As the years passed, and Pyros regained the equivalent of what powers he had lost, he began wondering what it would be like to lead his own group of evil followers. Soon, he knew he must take the next step along the path of destiny... 

== Pyros' History ==
(''Information gathered from a website created by Pyros.)'' 
''(Per Pyros: This is a first draft - June 26, 1997)'' 
Pyros used to be an elven mage before achieving immortality. He pretty much did as he pleased as a mortal, but he most enjoyed playing with fire, causing mischief, and of course combining the two by performing fire-related pranks. 

Now, Pyros is the God of Fire on the Final Challenge Mud. He is married to (and the legal property of) his longtime friend and only love, Syla, the Goddess of Mischief. For the most part, Pyros is a nice, friendly god. His followers fear his sarcasm and witty remarks more than his ability to burn them to a crisp. Although Pyros is an evil god, he dislikes cruelty and murder. Greed, subtle manipulation, and trickery are Pyros's preferred outlets for his evilness. On occaision, foolish people have irritated Pyros enough that his cruel side shows itself - much to their dismay. 

Followers of Pyros are encouraged to take after him and seek personal gain without resorting to the more crude evil methods of murder and looting. Pyros was able to befriend many people and reap the benefits of these friendships -- beneficial spells, a helping hand when needed, extra equipment which he could disperse to his fellow evils, and appreciation and respect that has served him well to this day. 

== Outline of Historical Events: ==
(''Information gathered from a website created by Pyros, date unknown.)'' 

'''I. Pre-TFC time period.''' 
* Pyros emerges in the Realm of After Hours Mud (ra2.randomc.com 2000) 
* Exploration of other worlds (Wandering Mud, Batmud, others) 
* Pyros settles down and grows powerful (Batmud) 
* Batmud decays until it is no longer recognizable. (bat.cs.hut.fi) 
* Pyros wanders between worlds until he finds The Final Challenge. 

'''II. The Mortal Years'''
* Pyros struggles as a newbie while he attempts to regain his powers. 
* Nayr the Wise accepts Pyros as a follower 
* Pyros meets Syla, Midge, and other fellow followers. 
* Syla and Midge save the somewhat inept Pyros from various hazzards, wisdom is gained. 
* Nayr attains Godhood, his following is scattered. 
* Pyros recovers from the grief of losing his God, dreams of the day that Syla achieves immortality. 
* Pyros meets Szordrin, Chug, Ginny, Coleman, and others, roams the land adventuring and growing into a respected (but godless) mage. 
* Syla achieves Ambassadorhood, Pyros doubles his efforts, bypasses all his comrades except Chug and Szordrin. 
* Pyros becomes the first follower of Syla, demi-goddess of Mischief! 
* Pyros attains the rank of Arch-Mage of Mischief. 
* Mischief flourishes and spreads across the land. 
* Syla becomes absent from the world, her following slowly dispersed except for a few devoted souls. 
* The last of the followers of Mischief, a disillusioned Pyros decides to leave the land until his Goddess returns. 
* Time passes, Syla returns to spread mischief. 
* Pyros returns at his Goddess' summons, discovers he has a new fellow follower, Khore. 
* Mischief flourishes again, Pyros realizes his ambitions lie beyond being a mere mortal Arch-Mage. 

'''III. Immortality''' 
* Pyros is summoned by Madman, 'relieved' of his mortal belongings by Scar, and promoted to Ambassadorhood. (phew!) 
* Pyros slays many a newbie in attempts to help them, oops. 
* Tynian promotes Pyros to demi-god! 
* Mortals begin seeking the God of Fire. The Temple of Pyros is built. 
* Pyros works up the audacity to ask Syla to marry him, she accepts! 
* Nayr presides over the wedding ceremony in which Pyros signs over his ownership papers to Syla and Syla entrusts her soul to Pyros. 
* Mischief and Fire prosper and grow as allies. 
* Worthy followers of Pyros are granted the option to quest to become Guardians and Lords of Fire (And perhaps High Lord someday) 
* The 1st Lord of Fire, Jazz, grows corrupt and overly greedy - he is slain and bannished by an angred Sirak. 
* The number of Pyros followers grows past 50 in number. 
* The Firelord site is created. 

[[Category:Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

PSYKILL

2011-05-10T02:16:02Z

Jubei:

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|styled_as = The DragonLord
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Ozmo

2011-05-10T02:15:52Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = Fall of 1997
|race = {{Race|Elf}}
|hometown = Loth-Llorien
|classes = [[Mage]] [[Thief]]
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Oxide]] [[Ginny]] [[Kim]] [[Syla]]
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|following = [[House Jhereg]]
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== Mud Contributions: ==
 
== Ozmo's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Though expected to do great deeds by his parents, Ozmo was run out of Malenest at a young age and abandoned in the Bazaar. Raised by rogues, gypsies, and entertainers, he quickly adapted to a life in the shadows, grabbing profit and favor whenever possible, and slowly learning small feats of magic and chicanery. 

After graduating from the Mud School, following the path of a mage, and later as a thief, Ozmo left a trail of mischief across TFC, serving under four brilliant immortals: Oxide, Ginny, Kim, and Syla. Under their tutilage he was able to formulate some important life philosophy, which he will gladly share for the improvement of the mud as a whole: 
* Be flexible. If you can't give, yield, or adapt, yer burnt. 
* Information = power = profit = happiness. Simple linear equation, no complications. 
* Think for yourself, schmuck! Self-sufficiency is important, you can't always count on help. 
* Do unto others as they've done unto you, unless they're much bigger, in which case, get someone else to do the dirty work. 
* Don't lick toads. Nobody respects it, no matter how good they taste! 

== Current Description: ==
 

== Character History: ==
 
== Trivia: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 

[[Category:Immortals]]
[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

Okk

2011-05-10T02:15:08Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|styled_as = Child of Sorrow AKA: Nakka The Guardian Spirit
|imm_rank = Demigod
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|status = Retired
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|relatives = Brother: [[Stouthbound]]
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|portfolio =
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
You stare down at this almost comical figure sitting before you. 

His features are obviously ogre, but he is, well...small. Though the normal size for a human, you have seen other ogres twice the size that he is. His head and hands are sadly disproportionate to the rest of his body. You can't help but notice his many long black talons, though. His possibly ornamental clothing is worn and dirty, looking like little more than rags to you. They barely cover is gaunt body. 

He sits here looking at the ground intently, drawing noncomprehensible symbols on the ground. Calmly he finishes off a rune, then, as if he had been aware of your presence this whole time, he raises his head to greet you. He looks at you with his brilliant green eyes and smiles at you kindly. 

You silently wonder who this strange being is. 

The corners of his mouth show the very faintest trace of a smirk. 
As if reading your thoughts, he replies, "Who am I? Does it matter? Ah well, I find no fault in curiosity...". 

My name is Child of Sorrow; I am known as Okk Orthrakai. 
I was created by the tears of the Lady Bliss, and my flesh is the brother of Stouthbound, Foul Minion of the Great Arch-Lich of Nashite. 
 
I am the Divine Spirit of the Nashite Faith. 
I am the single extant shaman of the Circle of Faces. 
I am the Keeper of the Wind Order Ayala. 
I am the Guardian Weaver of the Spire Orthrakai. 
 
I am a helper, a teacher, a watcher. 
I am the Guardian Spirit. 
 
Okk is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Okk is in perfect health. 
 
Okk is using:
<used as light> (Red Aura) a will-o'-the-wisp
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Sigil Odegra Orthrakai
<worn around neck> (Magical) a red and brown feathered necklace
<worn on body> (Magical) a leather sash decorated with porcupine quills
<worn on head> (Magical) a streak of black paint across the brow
<worn on legs> (Magical) a beaded woven wraparound
<worn on feet> (Magical) leather foot wrappings
<worn on hands> (Magical) leather hand wrappings
<worn about body> (White Aura) the essence of Child of Sorrow
<worn about waist> (Magical) (Red Aura) the Dagger of Orthrak
<worn around wrist> (Magical) an iron bracer
<worn around wrist> (Magical) (Red Aura) a feathered bone rattle
<wielded> (Magical) a long pointy stick
<wielded off-hand> sharp black ogre talons
<held> (Glowing) (Humming) the Magician's Wand
<worn with pride> a soft brown sparrow feather
<worn with pride> (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

== Character History: ==
(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages) 
It was the sacred day of the Red Moon. Deep in the caves beneath Skull Spire, two ogre children were born, twins. One was a typical ogre child--big and stupid. The other a pitiful shrunken thing, a runt. His sidejaw artery was ritualistically slashed, then he was thrown away in the garbage without another thought. 

The shaman Orla, searching the caves for a hidden presence she felt there, came upon a huge pile of rotting refuse. She sifted through it and pulled out a filthy, bleeding ogre child. With a simple spell, Orla devoted a portion of her life force to the child, restoring it to health. Amused at her discovery, she carried him back to her swelling by the creek. She named him Okk. 

Raised by Orla, Okk grew up hateful and distrustful of everything around him. When he came of age, he began training in the ways of the shaman. A fire raged within his soul as Okk knew power for the first time. Using the basic shamanistic magics he had learned, he slew his parents, the ones who had tried to kill him before. Something extraordinary happened in that moment, though. In a way most unusual for an ogre, Okk was filled with pain and sorrow at the destruction he had caused. Weeping over the bodies of his slain, he vowed never to take another life again. 

Okk wandered the realm blindly, the whole world confusing and unreal. His tortured soul searched desperately for faith, until, one day, he found himself lying upon the cold obsidian floor in the crypt of the great Arch-Lich. The darkness and firm clarity of purpose of the Black Conclave drew him there like no other had, and there he offered his life and his service. Nonchalantly, it was accepted. 

Okk lived a peaceful life, keeping true to his vow. With a detached eye, he observed the daily struggles of life and death his companions went through, while giving assistance wherever he could. As the years went by, he grew calmer, wiser. He continued on and became an adept of the shaman class. 

As Okk passed his third century of existence, he began to feel something change within his being. Something strange and nearly forgotten. A bloodlust welled up inside him as the natural ogre instinct to kill struggled for control. Meditation and other forms of self-control would not suppress it. It haunted him, invading his very thoughts. Soon he would have lost his sanity and himself forever. He did something desperate, unpredictable. He took his own life. As Okk's soul emerged into the realm again, he blocked his soul from re-entry into a new body. As the fierce ogre spirit clung to his mortal remains and perished, Okk rose into the heavens, an immortal spirtual essence. 

When you see Okk, you will usually find him costumed in the form he used as a mortal, a small ogre. Or is he that soft breeze blowing across your cheek? Whatever he may be, he is always watching, bringing hope and kindness into the world. 

== Trivia: ==
* Okk is specifically mentioned in the Temple of Bliss. 
* Okk is specifically mentioned in the Blood-Red thread in the temple of Cordir: [[Threads of the Tapestry]] 

[ 21] Okk: My Retirement 
Fri Aug 25 01:24:33 2000 
To: all 
Alright, I feel like an ogre right now for writing this (no joke intended) 
 
There's little to say, really. I'm retiring. Retired, actually, as I write this. 
Both in character, and in real life, I'm going to be embarking on a journey of discovery of myself, this universe, and existence. 
This leaves little time for a following, hence this decision to retire. 
 
I've always despised overly long retirmenet notes, and I wouldn't want to put anyone through something I wouldn't want to go through myself. 
So, I've decided not to bore you with millions of thank-you's. 
 
... 
 
JUST KIDDING! 
Thank You's: 

Tynian Lord: 
For this world which we all dwell in. It holds joy and wonders. Thank you. 

Sirak Lord: 
For Truth, Wisdom, and Knowing. Thank you. 

The Breathless Arch-Lich of Nashite: 
Though likely uncaring, you accepted my worship and saw me through my mortal life. Thank you. 

Cordir Goddess: 
You once helped along a pathless ogre shaman. Though you may have forgotten, I have not. 
In the Eternal Chaos of the universe, there is a time when an Order is born. It lives for a time, then dies, and the Chaos begins anew. 
You are such an Order, and I respect you for that. I only hope that I was, too. 
Like the stars in the night sky, we immortals, seemingly eternal, will one day fade away. 
Until then, be well. I'll see you at this World's End. Thank you. 

Thaygar Lord: 
For your respect. For you interest. For the Spire, the Triat, and all that you have done for this Realm. Thank you. 

Torchbearer Lord: 
For all the fun times we've had together :) You had a cool following while it existed. Thank you. 

Syla Goddess: 
:) 

Bliss Goddess: 
You gave me Existence, which was great in itself. 
But above all, you showed me truly how to care. *hug* Thank you. 

Stouthbound, me big brother :) 
You've helped me grow up strong, and we've had some good times, fighting side by side. 
I think we've managed to kill each other many times over (remember Okrii?) :) Thank you 

Marisa: 
For all those chocolatey times :) Don't be lost without me (no joke intended) 

My old mortal buddies--Zane, Amon, Zachyra, Claw, Griimie, Stouty, Jet, Jamie, Hermes, probably many others unnamed: I've had some fun times with you guys :) Especially you Conclave; you're a great group. Thank you.
(You CAN have fun without me *grin*) 

Hornblower, Gregar, Boromir, Serenity, Galaphile... 
Anyone who was fun to talk to, or just simply bothered to say "Hi" to me. Thank you. 

My first two followers, Falcor and Whitehawk: 
For your extraordinary contributions to my following in its early stages. Thank you. 

Whitehawk, my blood-brother: 
For being my best friend. Thank you. 

To EACH AND EVERY MEMBER OF MY FOLLOWING: 
I've always considered you all to be my food--I mean friends. 
No really, I mean it. I love you all, and this past year has been a blast :) Thank you. 
(and if I ever rifted you, it only meant I loved you more) 

Anyone else I didn't mention but deserves mention: (does that sound right?) 
Yeah. Thanks :) 

End of Thank You's! 
 
... 
 
It's time to say goodbye. 

But before I do, I must ask a question: 
Was one life changed by my time in this Realm? Was one life brighter or happier because I have lived? 

If so, it would make me smile, and I could leave this place with joy. 

My time is over. I go to the Land of the Setting Sun now. 
For you, a new day is beginning, but mayhap we shall see each other, sometime, someplace. 
Goodbye. 

Okk Orthrakai, Child of Sorrow 
Divine Spirit of the Nashite Faith 
Shaman of the Circle of Faces 
Keeper of Order Ayala 
Guardian Weaver of Spire Orthrakai 
Former Guardian of the Life's Blood of Nashite 
Former King of Kuroth 
Formel King of Magical Spring Creation 
Sirak's ogre 
Syla's chew toy 
Spawn of Bliss 
Brother of Stouthbound 
Blood brother of Whitehawk 
Malin's Old-Fashioned 
Torchbearer's partner in crime 
 

...oh, what kind of person would I be without leaving you with some parting wisdom. Alright. I'll give it to you. 
Most people think that they can burp discretely by burping with their mouth closed. 
THIS DOESN'T WORK. 
People around you can still hear it, and now they're wondering what the heck is up with you. 
 
Alright, I'll go :) 
Goodbye 
Cya 
Goodbye, really 
 
Oh, my e-mail is sillyogre@hotmail.com, if anyone wants to get in touch. 
 
Oh, a note to Tynian: 
I would like my characters Endrek and Ugluk deleted. 
Thanks 
 
Bye now 
*wave* 

----

[ 20] Okk: Your Not-So-Average Retirement Note 
Sat Dec 1 20:57:54 2001 
To: all 
I have gone off to rejoin the Ancient Order and fight dark spirits in Fela Hasrodel, the Land of Darkness and Unreason. 
If you would care to lend me your strength, then do this: eat in apple pie while thinking of me. That should do the trick :) 
I can still hear whispers at sillyogre@hotmail.com 
 
"Song of Parting" 
by Nakka 

I look into the sky and see 
raindrops falling down on me 
"can't you see your friends are dying?" 

I flutter by and every tree says 
"look at you, should you be trying...?" 

the waves of the sea 
call out to me 
thundering, they beat like drums 

WAR 

WAR 

I can wait no more 

the spirits calling out to me 
this sudden shift of priority 
so to the Land of the Setting Sun I go 
I am answering their call 

glory is the Day 
...but someone makes it stay that way 

to preserve our Heaven 
I descend into Hell 

Farewell. 

== Personal Timeline: ==
* Retired for the second time on 12/01/01/

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[category:People]]

Nicademus

2011-05-10T02:14:56Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|name = Nicademus
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of the Wind
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created =
|status = Retired
|retire_date = June 9, 2000
|race = {{Race|Aarakocra}}
|hometown =
|classes = [[Shaman]] [[Warrior]] [[Ordained]]
|last_seen =
|followed = [[Rhina]] [[Solanthas]] [[Masher]]
|spouse =
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|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following = [[Wind]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
 
== Current Description: ==
 

== Character History: ==
(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages) 
Before you stands a humanoid creature different from most you have encountered. His powerful wings betray his avian ancestry and his singed outer feathers speak of many battles and campaigns fraught with danger. There is a sparkle in his eye and a look to this creature which radiate wisdom beyond his years. You have no doubt that he is someone you can trust and who will come to your aid when the call is heeded. Yet something tells you he is also not one to cross. 

Born high in a tree in Aaracity to simple parents (long before records were kept), Nicademus lived the early life of many an Aarakocran. Always mystified by the powers of Nature, especially the strength of the wind to destroy as well as its ability to provide power and aid the creatures of the realm, he could often be found soaring high above the cliffs of Aaracity. One day while resting in a tree near the Temple of the Rising Sun, Nicademus was discovered by the Holy Aarakocran Guildmaster. Just as Nicademus was about to dismiss the old bird, the decrepit shaman uttered some incantations causing the weather to change and for a gigantic hurricane to form. A moment later, large stones of ice were falling from the heavens and Nicademus could not believe what his eyes had seen. This slight and aged creature held power over the forces of nature and Nicademus had found a master. 

Like many Aarakocran youth, Nicademus was called into military action for his people, despite his oath to the Guildmaster. Deep within the Clan stronghold, he mastered the use of weapons and hand to hand combat. He gradually grew into a fierce warrior, all the time remembering what his Guildmaster had taught him. Among his kind, Nicademus became known for acts of kindness and valor, but he quickly became bored with his life in Aaracity. One day a great Human warrior ventured into Aaracity. Such an occurrence was rare indeed, as the bird folk seldom leave the canyons of their home Even less often are visitors welcomed in their midst. However, the gentle giant named [[Gaul]] spoke of a wondrous Goddess, [[Rhina]], who controlled all of the Natural forces. Gaul beckoned Nicademus to join him and follow the ways of Nature. 

Under Rhina's guidance Nicademus grew strong. Nicademus reveled in the honor of holding the power of life and death over other creatures, yet choosing by his own free will not to take the precious gift of life from others. Nicademus knew he was not a Immortal, and to impose a sentence of death on others defied what he knew of Nature. Then one day, Rhina as Goddess of Nature, chose to abandon the path of goodness to follow one of neutrality. Nicademus struggled within himself to reconcile this change. Unable to abandon his following of over 800 years, he internalized his doubts about this new direction. In his eyes, the path of neutrality tarnished the honor of being a pacifist. Further, as he predicted, the new course weakened Rhina's presence in this realm. Saddened, he left his friends of Nature to once again wander the realm alone. 

Nicademus was approached by his good friend, Lord [[Solanthas]], whom he had learned to respect and trust while both followed Rhina. Now Solanthas had a following of his own, the Wardancers. Nicademus, at the top of both of his classes, enjoyed his time with the Wardancers yet never felt fully accepted. Nicademus had hoped to one day ordain for Lord Solanthas, however after a short time, it became clear that such a role was unlikely. The ways he had touched the realm as a follower of Nature seemed unavailable to him as a mere follower of Solanthas and thus he bid farewell to Lord Solanthas on good terms, in search of a greater challenge. 

It was at this time that Nicademus arrived at the temple of Lady [[Masher]]. Lady Masher presented Nicademus with the opportunity to become an Ordained Mortal, which he eagerly accepted. Enamored by the tenants of ITK, and offered the chance to once again affect this realm for the better, a new fire sparked inside Nicademus. Perhaps fate or chance were playing a cruel joke on Nicademus, for almost as soon as he found his new calling, Lady Masher's presence in this realm became fleeting. Lapsing into a state of depression, he witnessed Lady Masher's following dwindle in numbers. Nicademus decided that his time as a mortal had come to an end. Seeking the assistance and advice of the Goddess of Chance, Nicademus reformed from ITK and set out for his final quest.

== Trivia: ==
* Nicademus was an attendant to [[Tokugawa]] and [[Balance]]. 
* Nicademus is specifically mentioned in [[The Temple of the Wardancers]], [[Solanthas]]' first temple.
* Nicademus is specifically mentioned in [[A Stand of Hazelnuts]], [[Rhina]]'s second temple.
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Mystaya

2011-05-10T02:14:42Z

Jubei:

[ 23] Mystaya: Boo!! 
Sat May 14 13:22:00 2005 
Mystaya Skylore- Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Sh:30 ]. 
Created: Sat Dec 21 02 07:14:3 / 786 years old (1549 hours) 
 
I would oh so humbly like to ask for a chance to become FLI. 
I've listed pros and cons for your convince below........ 
 
Pros of Mystaya becoming immortal: 
#1- The world needs more/a demi-goddesses. 
#2- I'm cute AND scary... (how can you beat that) 
#3- If I can get players to worship me while I'm mortal, just THINK what I could accomplish as an immortal. 
#4- More hugs for immortals. 
#5- I've been maxed levels for quite a while now, and my days of sitting at mish are becoming redundant. Having a following would give me something fun to do, followers to abuse, and some meaning to my existence. 
#6- Did I mention I'm cute & scary? 
#7- Although I can't promise to be around forever, I have lots and lots of free time right now to dedicate to the rifting of followers. 
#8- (please insert very convincing reason here) 
 
Cons of Mystaya becoming immortal: 
#1- More channels for me to grace with my presence. 
#2- Just think of all the crazy restrings I could come up with. (evil pondering) 
#3- Giving me control of an entire following. 
#4- Furthering my addiction. 
#5- (please insert completely unconvincing reason here) 
 
OOC: I think it would be make the game more interesting for me, be fun to have a new purpose and learn the immortal ways. I think I'd have a fun following and add some "scariness" to the game. However I have NO experience being an Imm, and have only ever played an active character on this mud. (hope that doesn't matter). I would do my best to follow all the rules and orders, as I already do, and be the best FLI I can :) Please consider me to be the next demi-goddess! 
Your Scary Dark shaman, 
Mystaya, Mistress of Cuteness. 
[[category:People]]

Masher

2011-05-10T02:14:32Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|incarnation = I
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|imm_rank = Demigoddess
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== Mud Contributions: ==
 

== Masher's Ambassador Profile: ==
(Taken from the TFC Website Archives) 
Masher traces her lineage back to the lengendary Warrior/Shaman Skor'lanis.
She lost her parents to the dreaded plague when she was very young. That
misfortune inspired her to study with intensity, to practice her lessons and
hone her skills. She quickly graduated from Mud School and entered the oftimes
harsh world aspiring for greatness. 
Life in the open convinced her that neutrality lacked something vital. Her
quest for a God or Goddess began in Earnest (a small town outside Albuquerque).
Masher learned the rules of the Flying Tigers, requested for an audience with
their Goddess, Lorna, and was accepted as a Tiger. Membership with the Tigers
reinforced the value of teamwork and mutual support. With Tiger's help Masher
grew stronger and wiser. The Tigers taught Masher what was Right and Just. These
lessons would develop her plans for the future. 
Impatience may had been her major pitfall. The lessons learned from the 'one
step forward, three steps back' method of experinencing finally taught Masher to
use more caution. The "School of Hard Knocks" afforded Masher amply opportunity
to excel in a trade: the production of sazzy looking bags of fine Masher hide
Teaming with the masters of the trade and working the famous "MG groups",
accelerated Masher's rise toward Immortality. She learned how the dreaded plague
remained a real threat even as she appoarched the pinnacle of her mortal life.
Upon ascension to master Shaman, she petitioned to Immortals to join their
ranks. Masher suffered dearly during the times now know as "The Big Dream".
Waking up from that nightmare, she discovered she hadn't attained the required
level. The Giant-kin woman was heartbroken. The setback of over 24,000
experience points only drove her to drive harder. Quickly, with the help of
Tokugawa, Cujo, Pendor, Volant, Strider and many, many others, Masher recovered
from the dream. The rest is history. 
Ambassador Masher, Helper of the New, strives to assist the weak, the lost,
the new to find their way in the world. She spends hours learing the rules and
traditions of our beloved world and planning for her future. In her good heart
she KNOWS promotion to Demigoddess is coming. What are her plans for when/if she
attains her dream? 
As a naturally good Giant-kin, the Righteous and good path points the
direction her future following will take. Masher's Maniacs will aspire to
reeducate those misguided. Failing rehabilatation her minions will purge the
world of its evils and falsehoods. 
Masher's Prime Directive will be: Have FUN! 

== Current Description: ==
 

== Character History: ==
 
== Trivia: ==
* Masher was a DemiGoddess twice. The first time was around 1997 to 1998. She then retired. She returned at a later (as yet specified) date to create the following, "Integrity Truth Knowledge" - also known as "ITK", and retired a second time on June 4, 2000. 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Majere

2011-05-10T02:14:16Z

Jubei:

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[[File:Majereimm.gif]]

== Mud Contributions: ==
Majere wrote [[Tinker Gnomes]], however the zone was removed at his request when he retired.

== Current Description: ==
Hum [ Wa:15. .. .. .. . ] Majere"What's the matter..you burning? [PYROS/FIRE] (April 26, 1997)
Hum [ Cl:20 Wa:20 ] Majere, Emissary of Fire CoF (2x Rogue's Gallery) 
Hum [ Wa:25 Cl:25 ] Majere, Chick Magnet Throne of the Arcanes AWA (June 15, 2000)
Hum [ Wa:27 Cl:25 ] Majere, Dominion of the Arcanes (Jul 5, 2000)
Hum [. . Cl:20 Wa:30. . ] Majere follows the giant footprints....... .. . ITK (August 27, 1999)
Hum [ Cl:28 Wa:30 ] Majere, Intercessor of the Coven (Oct 28, 2001) 
Hum [ Ambassador ] Majere, Ambassador of Monks AFI (August 4, 2002)

== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
Mon May 20 12:29:58 2002 
To: immortal 
When I first stepped into this world it was by accident. 
 
After a few minutes of watching people chat I decided I'd give it a chance. So I began walking around reading every description and detail put into each room. I soon found myself lost, before I had a chance to cry out for help or close the window on my telnet an ambassador came to help me. Masher guided me to the guild without hesitation and also gave me some hints as to the basics of the game. Thanks to Mashers help I became a permanent figure in the world of TFC, I also brought a variety of other players with me. From that first encounter with Masher I decided one day I too would become an Ambassador and help the _truly_ new players to the game. Perhaps I could also help an accidental entry to the world remain a permanent addition. 
 
-I would enjoy Ambassador status period. 
However I've included the following for FLI advancement should I come to that. 
 
Over my long stay here I enjoyed the warmth of many many Immortals learning plenty from each: Pyros, Lorna, Robert, Masher, Torchbearer, Natas, and now Bliss. After all of these followings I feel one day I may run a successful following taking from each of my followings the best qualities. As to my leadership skills Im sure each god recognized my ability, generosity, fairness, and above all my patience. I have the necessary technical requirements for Immortality, 66 Mobmasteries, and max levels in both of my classes. I truly care about the well being of this place so much that I made the first or one of the first donations to the contingency fund, id like to think i suggested it to Tynian but I can't be sure I was the first =).
 
I have also contributed to the game with an area The Monastery, and another in waiting The Tinkers. 
 
Majere, Intercessor of the Coven, Lord of Monks 

== Personal Timeline: ==
* Date Unknown: Majere attends the wedding of Nayr and Ginny. 
August 3, 1999: Majere attends an Arizona GT. 
March 2, 2000 - Majere joins Unity, and completes Mob Mastery #51 & 52. 
June 6, 2000: Okk changes title to " Okk will rift Whitehawk on request" . Within 60 seconds, Majere takes him up on it. 
June 22, 2001: [[Tinker Gnomes]] by Majere is installed. The first mortal to find it is Zakarious, who is then promptly forced out by Mael, who portals in after him and runs him off. 
February 23, 2002: Majere, Intercessor of the Coven levels to Cl:30\Wa:30. 
March 17, 2002: Majere slays the warrior guildmaster of Gla'Shorn for MM#72. Hours later, Majere is busy with several CRs - Blartch at Mountain of Knowledge (killer rabbit), one for Mux in the ocean, and "one for someone i forgot already". 
May 20, 2002: Majere petitions for Immortality. (See above) 
September 22, 2002: Majere reaches 143 Ambassador Hours. 
January 5, 2003: Majere becomes attendant to [[Kerriariadne]]'s [[Dark]]. 
January 24, 2003: Majere is promoted to DemiGod! Huma is his first worshipper, followed by Kisanth. 
January 26, 2003: Grimace, Loto, Ariana, and Cupid joined Majere's new following of the Order of the Rose. 
January 31, 2003: Talisa, Yurian, Takeda, Strohm all join the Rose, and Majere's temple is also installed, replacing Tripper's, N N N W S of Temple Courtyard. 
March 24, 2003: Majere ordains Thrall as "Bara no Toge." 
June 20, 2003: Clue and Majere name one another allies. 

== Player Information: ==
(As provided to the TFC Biography pages) 
''"I started playing back in 1996 as Hanzo, then Raiko. I was brought to the realm by a character named Serenity. When I decided to give the game a serious chance I created Majere. Masher had to rescue me from some MG guards and show me the basics. Later on Pyros took me in and molded who and what Majere is today. Together with fellow Tucson players Elistan, Alucard, Rubicant and a few others, we have managed to keep ourselves greatly entertained on The Final Challenge."''
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Larry

2011-05-10T02:14:04Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|styled_as = God of Food and Drink
|imm_rank = Demigod
|status = Retired
|followed = [[Coleman]]
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
|following = [[Food]]
}}

== Larry's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)''

Larry was born in a simple life, being the son of a farmer. Being brought up in the environment made Larry a very serious person. Too serious. When Larry reached the age of decision, he realized that this simple life was not for him. 

He decided upon a life serving the church. But which church. After much soul searching and thought, Larry came to the conclusion that he needed to lighten up. Larry decided to become a memeber of The Church of Mirth. The Church of Mirth is led by Coleman (tm). As a member of the Church of Mirth, Larry, in time, gained a small sense of humor. He also met and made many friends. The two biggest friends of which were Yelp (Warrior Priest of Mirth) and Marvin (The Wizard Explorer of Mirth). There were many others that Larry was glad to call friend, but these two were his greatest allies. 

As Larry neared the second ascension of life to Godhood, he realized that there was one other love in life. Food & Drink. These items when shared with good friends can cure all evils. There is not an item that can be eaten or drunk that does not remind Larry of good times spent with friends. Of course, what more can you ask for than good times spent with great friends. 

Larry will always hold a special place in his heart for the followers of Mirth. 

REMEMBER THE MAIN REASON WE ARE HERE IS FRIENDSHIP AND FUN!! 
[[category:People]]

Kim

2011-05-10T02:13:55Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|incarnation = I
|styled_as =
|imm_rank = Demigoddess
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|immorted_on = 2nd Fol: Oct 21, 2001
|following = 1st: [[Following: Kim]] 2nd: [[Slaves of the Heart]]
|portfolio =
}}

== Mud Contributions: ==
 
== Current Description: ==
 

== Character History: ==
 
== Trivia: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
 
[[category:People]]

Kerriariadne

2011-05-10T02:13:44Z

Jubei:

[[File:Kerri.jpg]]

Kerriariadne is a Retired Demi God and led the [[Dark]]. His name is pronounced, "Kerri-airy-ad-knee" 

'''Nicknames:''' AKA "The Big K", "The Booga Man",Kerri, K, Special K, The Vanilla Heretic 

== Mud Contributions: ==
Kerriariadne was the author of [[Tiren's Rock]].

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==
My story begins in the Elven village of Malenest, January of the year 1999, an eon ago by the TFC calendar. Born the son of a masterful ranger and his
loving wife, I pursued a life of stealth and hunting. With excellent tutelage, I reached the 11th Ranger level at a very young age, but at the same time began to realize an emptiness within me. 

I felt it was time to find a faith, and explored the TFC Pantheon carefully, finally settling upon a Ranger lord who's deeds comprised the stuff of legend and who could provide me with the further mentoring I sought: Demigod Tokugawa, Lord of Balance. However, before Lord Tokugawa would accept me as one of his disciples, he first requested of me that I become wizened in the arts of magic... 

And so I began my life as a Ranger/Mage. After a brief but fruitful span of time, the Realm was shaken, the Order of Things was stirred, and I found myself alone and bereft of Balance. Lord Tokugawa had accepted a much grander mission -- that of a full and true God of TFC. 

I wandered in solace for a length, when one day I heard a strange voice -- soft and gutteral yet still friendly, and with it a warm breeze upon my face. The voice was calm yet stern, the wind mild yet embracing, and I was driven to track their source. 

"Forgive me, but what an odd looking ogre you are," I said. 

Okk, the Guardian Spirit and undersized ogre replied, "And you would be tasty with ketchup." 

== Personal Timeline: ==
[[category:People]]

Jerald

2011-05-10T02:13:32Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Lord of Bards
|imm_rank = Demigod
|created = 1x
|status = Retired
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==

== Character History: ==
"''It was a time of omens. A cow had been born that fall with two heads, and a child had seen dark spectres in the forest and followed them to doom from drowning. The moon rode low in the night sky, and the scant light it gave off barely lit the way home. Evil rose in the land, and it looked as though the forces of light would be without people of power, champions, to serve them in the coming wars. Then, in a small village north of the city of Ofcol, a child was born, and the world would change...''" --exerpt from _A Brief History of the World since the founding of the Adventurers Guild, Volume 16._ 
The Bard-King, Jerald, marches to a different drummer than the rest of the world. While the world centers on greed, violence, and the accumulation of greater and great masses of equipment and wealth, Jerald seems content to merely sit in his Hall and drink from his flagon of mead, smiling at the events as they go on around him. 
Don't let this fool you, though. Jerald, and those who serve him, strive to keep those arts of peace which have long been overlooked or undervalued in the world at large, existing only in small enclaves and the offhand remark. Poetry, song, art, story, and all the myriad arts have a home within Jerald's Hall. 
It was not always this way. In his youth, Jerald served with a mercenary company, learning from them the myriad arts of the warrior. After his band was killed by the Orcs of the Vile Rune, however, he returned home to find his small village aflame. Alone, with nowhere to turn, he found religion at the feet of the Demigod Splat. 
It was during this time that the Lord of Creation, Tynian, issued an edict to all the world to protect those who were still learning the worlds ways. A recently minted priest of Splat, Jerald took it upon himself to single-handedly realize the spirit of Tynian's desire. He began to help every newbie he could find, with a kind word, a choice piece of armor, and a spell or two. So sucessful was he in this endeavor that Tynian Himself noticed, granting unto Jerald the title of Knight-Counsel. 
However, Tynian was not the only one who was noticing Jeralds works. The servants of the pretender god, Nash, also noticed the young warrior-priest and took it upon themselves to stop his good deeds. Which they did through the singular means used, throughout history, by all the nashites. They struck him down, repeatedly, in cold blood. 
As the Phoenix rises from the ashes, however, so did Jerald, reborn into a new and darker purpose- to slay those who would presume to stop those who would aid. So swayed to this new purpose was he that he become an avenging war-priest, slaying the dark foe and rising when they, in turn, slew him. It was at this time when he first became eligible for immortality. 
The gods, looking upon his life, did not find Jerald worthy. So, in time, he went forth to search for what he had lost, that spark that his long years of service to war unending had cost him. And so, on a cold beach, dressed in rags, he found a simple book, a journal, sealed in wax. Upon it was inscribed the word 'Memories', and the words within it, his own. 
Amazed, he opened the book and looked upon the simple idealistic words of a young man, not yet tarnished by wars, still striving desperately to put into being the edicts of the Creator God. Quietly he read of that struggle, amazingly so, for never had he penned these words. Yet they existed, in his hand. He took it as an omen. 
Again he asked the gods for permission to become a god. This time, however, he had within him the spark he had lost, the light of learning, of caring, of creativity. So he was accepted into their ranks, and assumed the position he holds today. 
Jerald holds to these laws, and demands they be obeyed by those in his service: 
1. Obey my will in all things. 
2. Help others, unless they are evil in alignment or deed. Then, the only help you may render is to try to bring them, through words, to good action and intent. 
3. You may not trade for equipment. You may purchase equipment if its offered for gold, but you may not sell equipment for gold. 
4. You are to save all extra equipment for the following, new players, or the recently destitute, in that order. 
5. You are expected to help new players, and teach them how to play the game. 
6. You are expected to work on your craft. We have entered into a covenant, wherein I will teach to the best of my ability and you were learn to the best of yours. Do not disappoint me. 
7. You may not kill helpful mobs. These include cityguards, shopkeepers, and the like. 
8. You will attack only in response to being attacked, or to help someone who has been attacked. 
9. You will role-play your character. 
Those who would hold to a vision of good that comes of service, not war, will find Jerald a god worth worshipping. 
 

== Trivia: ==
Song written by Jerald as a mortal. Date unknown.

(source Flying Tigers website)

The Gods Revel, by Jerald Oscar Snuckles

CHORUS:
Young folks, old folks, everybody come,
Visit all the temples and have a lot of fun,
Check all your morals and expectations at the door,
And we'll show you Gods and Goddesses you've never seen before!

First walked in Rhina, a grand entrance with some style,
She's clad in just a fig leaf and a smile!
Khore snuck over to try and grab a couple bites,
Who knew that vampires could end up with termites?

CHORUS

Lorna is a tiger, Lorna has a tail,
Foolkiller went and pulled it, and she began to wail,
Madman came down from above, fed up with all the noise,
Now his pet has itself a couple of new toys.

CHORUS

Molo's never funny, Molo's not quite dead,
He's rotting in the corner, with maggots in the head,
Why won't he get up, come and join the dance?
Well, his old bones would fall apart if given half a chance!

CHORUS

Pyros is a fire god, Pyros is pretty hot,
He'd set the world aflame, just as soon as not,
I wonder why he doesn't? Well, will wonders never cease!
It looks to me like Syla has ol' Pyros on a leash!

CHORUS

Larry's god of cooking, Larry's god of drink,
Larry's quite the gourmand, despite what you may think,
Larry's the chef of all the gods, the founder of the feast!
After showing them a little trick with water, hops, and yeast!

Everybody loves the gods, and they all love a song,
But this poor bard may get a thunderbolt 'ere long,
I hope you've all enjoyed my song of revelry and fun,
Perhaps if the gods let me live I'll sing another one!

== Personal Timeline: ==

[[Category:Nashite References]]
[[category:People]]

Ironbrain

2011-05-10T02:13:20Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
|imm_rank = Demigod
|status = Retired
|race = Human
|immorted_on = Between 1995 & 1997
}}

== Ironbrain's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)''

Ironbrain's origins are shrouded in mystery. No one knows exactly when or where this Evil Cleric was born. Legend has it that his parents were Assassins from another Universe, and were killed by a fierce, unnatural catastrophe that came to be known as the 'Bloody Storm'. The Storm engulfed their entire Universe and left nothing behind. But when they felt that the End was coming, they gave their only son to their God as a present so that he would survive. 

It is also said that his name came from his lack of emotion. He does not kill for pleasure, he does not kill in anger. He kills coldly, efficiently, simply because it serves his dark purposes. The only 'emotion' he has ever been seen displaying is a dark, sadistic amusement in spreading Mischief across the land for the greater glory of his beloved Goddess Syla, whom he followed all his mortal life. 

Ironbrain has spent a large portion of his life learning Evil spells far away from civilization. Away from everyone, he has concentrated his efforts on mastering the powers that Nature offers to those that choose the Cleric's Way. Thus, he especially likes using the ravages of disease or the shaking of the ground to end the life of those foolish enough to oppose him. This helps to bring him closer to this, his adoptive Universe. 

This way of life has served him well, as his meteoric rise to Immortality will testify. His thought processes, always bipolar in nature ('Should he live or should he die?') have made of him a driven, focused and finely tuned killing machine before whom quickly fell opponents and levels alike. 

Ironbrain prefers to act quickly. As he says: 'Kill first, ask questions later'. 
[[category:People]]

Gryphon

2011-05-10T02:13:11Z

Jubei:

{{Info pc
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|status = Retired
|race = {{Race|Human}}
|hometown =
|classes = {{Class|Paladin}}
|followed = [[Coleman]]
|spouse = [[Kestrel]]
|children = [[Wren]]
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Gryphon is a Retired/Inactive Demi God, who led the [[Silver Fellowship]], a Nashite following of Good alignment. 

* As a mortal, Gryphon was the Paladin of Mirth.
* As a mortal, Gryphon was married to Kestrel. They had one child: Wren.

== Gryphon's Immortal Profile/Bio ==
''(Taken from the TFC Website Archives)'' 

Gryphon appears to his followers as he did in life: as a man of medium height with sharply grey eyes and honey-colored hair (somewhat unkept), cut short to stay from his eyes in combat. A scar travels down one cheek, where the claw of the Evil One left its mark, never properly healed. 

Gryphon believes in independence, honesty and growth. Those who would seek to follow him should strive toward the highest standards of Goodness, and should comport themselves with utmost honor and respect in all of their dealings. 

[[Category:Nashite Immortals]]
[[category:People]]