{{Info pc
|name = Katrana K'Veeran Al-Veeran
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Wyld Huntress, Wyldess, Grand Shamaness
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|following = [[Wyld Hunt]]
|created = 2x
|status = Active
|immorted_on = September 15, 2002 Restored April 12, 2011 Lesser (2nd): November 19, 2011
|retire_date = March 9, 2005
|race = {{Race|Gnome}}
|hometown = Gla-Shorn's Realm
|classes = Shaman
|last_seen = Currently Active
|followed = [[Lorna]] [[Molo]] [[Cordir]]
|spouse = [[Rashiel]] [[Solaron]]
|partner = [[Gann]] [[Grismal]] [[Abender Stormreaver]]
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Northern Stronghold]]
|portfolio =
}}
[[Category:Chosen of Fate]]
[[Category:Black Conclave]]
[[Category:Wyld Hunt]]
[[File:Katrana-Wyldess.gif|200px|thumb|left|Katrana, Wyldess]] 
[[File:Katranaimm.gif|200px|thumb|left|Katrana, Wyldess of the Wyld Hunt]] 

== Mud Contributions: ==
Katrana and her husband, Solaron, co-wrote the area, the [[Northern Stronghold]].
 

== Current Description: ==

===Immortal (1/23/2012 to 2/19/2012):===
(Written by [[Cordir]]) 
A precocious little gnome girl stands before you, ebon tresses flowing loosely
over her thin shoulders. She has an impish look on her face, as if considering
some sort of mischief - but whether it is cruel or simply playful is not clear.
Her eyes flash crimson, to match the potent aura that flows about her, and she
tilts her head to one side. In a swift movement and with a fierce expression,
she snatches a pair of bloody scissors from her belt and makes a quick cutting
motion which is echoed by the faintest hint of a distant death-cry. As quickly
as the blades snapped closed, a hint of maturity, wisdom and self-knowledge is
seen in her eyes - then it fades as her attention turns elsewhere. A brightly
colored ball appears with a soft *POP!* of displaced air and she grabs it with
a chortle of glee that underscores her youth. Yet the memory of that something
that stirred in her gaze haunts you, and you cannot see her as an innocent any
more.

===Immortal (7/3/2011):===
A slight pull on your hand causes you to look down. "Do you
want to play?! I'll be the Hunter!", the petite gnome asks
you. She giggles and pulls your hand harder trying to bring
you to eye level. As you resist, the wind stirs bringing the
scent of a spring rain. She starts to growl, as things are
obviously not going as she wishes. Thunder crashes and rain
starts to fall. The rain glistens off of the gnome's black
mane, and dried roses braided within burst into full bloom.
Curious, you kneel to her. She giggles in success, and the
skies brighten. She locks her eyes with yours for just a
fleeting second. In that single moment a flood of emotion
overtakes you...love, sorrow, hate, passion, anger, more than
your thoughts can process. As your mind clears, you notice her
eyes are never the same color twice, they constantly shift from
hue to hue. The Wyldess looks to you and then to the bloody
shears in her hands. They were not there a moment ago. "No,
it is not your time yet. We'll play when it is!" She skips
off into the distance, leaving a trail of crimson splatters.
Your vision fades for a moment, the splatters, the dampness of
the rain, the shears are gone. Only the giggling gnome child
with the unsettling eyes remains.

When arriving: Katrana skips Wyldly into the room, nearly cutting you with a pair of open bloody-shears.
When exiting: Katrana giggles shrilly as she hears the horn of the Hunt, and vanishes.

===Immortal (Unknown to 6/24/2011:2/19/2011 to 4/14/2012):===
Her eyes, the color of hatred, the color of insanity, bespeak a horrible pain beyond
comprehension and an indomitable will to bear through it. Her hair, a wild black mane,
hangs low, to her waist. Its lustrous strands reflect the light, sometimes swaying as
though they were in the slightest of winds. Entwined in one such strand is a single
feather, its dove-gray aura and blood-spatters bringing up sudden questions...
questions which may never be answered. 

A simple tiara fashioned from the jawbone of a dragon frames her hair around her
sun-darkened face - a face shining with childish glee, wizened with age, hardened
by hatred. Briars, some in full bloom and some gray with age and decay, twist their
way down her neck, peeking out from under her garments. Small droplets of blood, from
the myriad thorns, mingle with the small droplets of rain, giving them their sustenance. 

A low, long clarion call sounds in the distant. A baying of hounds, eager for the Hunt,
comes to your ears. She looks at you, her eyes holding yours for an instant, sweeping
you away into a river of chaos. Floundering, you focus on the eyes and find your way. A
voice whispers in your mind, whispers of truth, insanity, hate, love and death. 

"You.. you who blindly march in rank, you have already earned my contempt. I represent
change. Must you change? No... change is not mandatory. Neither is survival. They just
go hand in hand." 

She releases you with a contemptuous flick of her eyes and disappears - but the image of
those two, ever-changing orbs is burned into your mind. 

===Immortal (4/14/2012 to ?):===

The woman before you is shrouded in a swirling mass of shadows, tendrils oozing and
feeling their way along the floor. Your eyes strain to pierce the murky veil when
she makes a dismissive gesture and the shadows disappear, oozing back into the small
frame of the figure. As though released by the gesture, the cloying scent of roses
reaches your nostrils, mixed with an underlying scent of decay. The smell brings
scenes to mind - rotting corpses of felled horrors, pools of red blood from fallen
foes, black rosebushes sprouting from recent graves. 

The woman herself almost makes you long for her cloak of shadows to return. A youthful
face, free of wrinkles or lines, holds eyes that are far too old. Eyes that flash with
hatred, rage and madness. The lips, full and bright red, look as though they once were
used to curling up into smiles, but now they are drawn back in a feral snarl. 

Her clothing is tattered and battle-worn: a forest-green tunic, the hem of which appears
to have been dripped in blood at some point in the recent past, brown leather pants that
have rips and tears, displaying pale, white skin beneath. Over it all is a writhing suit
of living armor. Thick brambles of green and brown vines covered in long thorns are in
constant motion, moving continuously up and down her arms, legs and torso. She shows no
hint of pain at the thorns that constantly dig into her flesh and rip her clothing
despite the thick drops of crimson that trail behind her. 

Slung across her back, as though it were a weapon itself, is a long, bone-handled pair of
shears, razor sharp. The remains of hundreds of tattered threads have been coiled about
the handle, as though prized for some reason. 

The Hunt has been called, are you the prey? 

== Mortal Descriptions: ==
===Mortal - July 2001:===
(Written by [[Cordir]]) 
Katrana, Grand Shamaness of the Black Conclave: 
People often make the mistake of overlooking gnomes, both literally and metaphorically. Even though she is a slender, petite example of her race, there can be no mistaking the mystical power and strength that flow about her like a ghostly wind. Runes and sigils of power glint, gleam and flicker upon her armaments which she visibly wears with a dislike. If the world spun to her liking, the Shaman's path would be her whole life, now that the one soul that lightened it is gone. Her eyes are a deep amethyst, and hold memories and lost hope from ages long past the recall of many who walk the earth. Despite the pain of loss that aches within her, this woman has not turned a dark gaze upon humanity or surrendered to the mindless bloodlust of her fellows, and there is compassion and humor found in her face. Her shoulder-blade length black hair has been bound back out of the way in an intricate plait that resembles a sheaf of dark wheat, and here and there within the braid are symbols carved in bright stones, polished bone, and dried blooms. Reaching up, she touches one of the flowers, and it firms, deepens in color, and opens as fresh and dew- touched as when she first plucked it. She smiles, a sweet and tender expression so filled with marvel and gladness that it transforms her face, almost causing you to forget the crimson aura that surrounds it. A flash of light upon her left hand, seemingly the reflection off of the plain band upon her third finger draws her attention inward, and the Grand Shamaness cloaks herself in totems and departs, leaving an elusive scent of mysterious, deep green forests in her wake. 

===Mortal - September 6, 2001:===
(Written by [[Cordir]]) 
Katrana, Shamaness-Adept of the Chosen of Fate 
The petite, well-made form of the gnome shamaness before you instantly brings to mind images of a high, rushing waterfall, pouring down in a thundering roar amidst the secret depths of a hidden forest glen, or the intricate perfection of a gleaming, dew-covered spider's web. Only within the grace of nature could an appropriate metaphore be found, for she epitomizes the essential delicate yet deadly balance found therein. Eyes the color of unmined amethyst gaze steadily into yours, seemingly stripping away the fascade presented to others and seeing the truths that lies beneath. That gaze is staggering; how can she know so much of life and death, love's sorrow and loss, and maintain her boundless inquisitive innocence, all in the same heart? Her answering smile is quiet, knowing, and she nods as if to acknowledge a question you are not even certain you know how to verbalize. 

The wind stirs her hair, most bound back in entwining braids that resemble a sheaf of dark wheat, and plays with the dried ivy and flowers, carved bone, and polished stones that decorate her black mane. Still holding your gaze, she reaches up and removes one preserved rose. Cupping it in her hands, closing her eyes, she breathes upon it gently, whispering words you cannot discern. The blossom opens, ripe and dewey as the day it was plucked. She offers it to you, hoping that you will understand the lesson and message it carries. Her expectant expression fades slightly, and she nods once more. "May the wisdom of the Triat open your eyes further, friend." 

== WHO Lists: ==
Gno [ Sh:26 ] Katrana K'Veeran in search of her true color *GaNn* (November 12, 1997)
Gno [ Sh:29. .. .. .. . ] Katrana: dreamer of devils and an angel *GaNn* (January, 1998)
Gno [ Questor ] Katrana: Tiger who belongs to *GaNn* (February 15, 1998)
Gno [ Questor ] Katrana: Tiger Guard BGen, one of the High Council (April 26, 1998)
Gno [ Wa: 8 Sh:30 ] Katrana:Tiger that loves pink and Abender *TG*HC* (July, 1999)
Gno [ Sh:29 Wa:23 ] Katrana:Bladed Handmaiden to Azat *Sol/Fate* (May 7, 2002)
Gno [ Wa:30 Sh:30 ] Katrana: Pinking Bladed Huntress of Fate *Solaron* (September 9, 2002)
Gno [ Ambassador ] Katrana walking with her Hounds through Lleheibwen*S* (November 1, 2002)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana: It's not MY fault you worship the wrong god(dess)! (April 4, 2004)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana: Cruel, but cute. So I'm worth it. (September 9, 2004)
Gno [ Sh:26 Wa:23 ] Katrana, Favored of Fate *Shaman-Adept*Shaman info* (October 2, 2001)
Gno [ Garden Queen ] Katrana hunts the vile look-a-like garden gnomes. (June 21, 2011)
Gno [ Garden Queen ] Katrana now loves garden gnomes...Stabby stabby! (June 21, 2011)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana:Skipping through the crimson splatter#Wyld (June 24, 2011)

== Character History: ==
(Written for entry into the Chosen of Fate, circa 2002) 
"Ice Princess". The words ring in my ears still. The frozen heir to a frozen land. Well, once-heir, might I add. I remember it all vividly, the memories flash through my mind like wildfire.....and at nights, my dreams reveal more then idly wanderings of a tired mind. It wasn't always like this; I didn't always know my past as well.... 

I was born in what many would call a frozen wasteland. Glas'horn's Realm, a land of glacial mountains and avalanches, a land of frost giants and snow-blindness, of ice-mazes and yeti. Many would say I was unlucky for my birthplace; perhaps a few years ago, I would have agreed. I was lucky, back then, as I was born of royal blood. I was one of two sisters. I was the eldest, and perhaps most spoiled, of the daughters, and this went to my head. My younger sister, Mikita, was beautiful and talented in the arts, but I....I had been tested and I had passed the Master Shaman's exam. I had the spark - the flame of magic that supported the area my family ruled. It was my father's shamanic talent that had forged this icy-kingdom, and it was my shamanic ability that would lead it into the future. That was my greatest delight - and perhaps my downfall as well. I grew haughty. I was cold, snide, and often immature. The servants called me the Ice Princess, and soon the commoners did as well. 

It didn't bother me, at first. I took it as a compliment. I took all I had for granted, and now I regret that daily. I began to take small forays into the wilderness outside the "safe" boundaries of my father's territory, surrounded by an entourage of guards. I was intent on expanding the holdings of my family - I would be the Ice Princess, if they so deemed me - and I would become the Ice Queen, their savior. I would single-handedly turn take my father's holdings and carve an empire out of it. Alas, for the ideas of youth. 

It was during one of these forays into the wilderness that we became lost in what I can only now recollect as an ice maze. Twisting tunnels of icy walls or frosty, brittle branches blocked off entire paths, and the glare from the sun nearly blinded us. The yeti caught us off guard. Two of my guards fell, and the rest ran to attack. I backed against the curtain of branches, certain I was doomed. How wrong I was....and how right. 

My guards were dying, surely. The troll was wounded, sorely, perhaps even mortally, but my guards were as well. Perhaps I should have done something; I had learned some few things from the Master Shaman, but the fear paralyzed me. It wasn't until I heard a crack behind me that I realized the dying troll was the least of my worries. 

Rising out of what I took to be a fold in the ground, two large men stood. I call them "men", for they looked like men, roughly, save for the fact that they were nearly 13 feet tall. These frost giants captured me, and trussed me up as neatly as a pig. I was taken to a large cavern, where it seemed that there nomadic tribe had taken up residence for the 'winter.' Perhaps if I had spoken their language I could have told them of my identity and have been ransomed back to my family. As it was, their language sounded like gargling to me, and I thought my situation hopeless. I was cast in a rough-hewn cavern, amongst a host of other creatures and ex-adventurers caught. It seemed, from what I could gather, that we were to be sold as slaves, once the passes were opened and the slaving ships were sailing again. Those days, as miserable as they were, passed all too swiftly. 

I still remember the morning we left. I woke, and my breath turned to fog in front of me, but it was still warmer then usual. We were chained together, and led in wagons to the shore, where we were led onto a huge, rickety old ship. We weren't chained in the brig, or any such thing. That would be wasting our manpower...no, we were chained to the oars, and manned them ourselves....that was the hardest two months of my life. Lost on the heavy seas, fighting waves and the occasional sea snake....but finally we reached our destination, a small cove east of seaside, where we were unloaded unceremoniously and reloaded into large wicker cages. The days blended together then - we were purposely starved, I believe, to ensure we would not care where we went or why. Thus, I almost didn't realize what was happening until it was nearly over - it was the dark of night, with even the moon hidden behind a curtain of clouds, when a piercing whistle cut through the air. A group of rough men jumped from the bushes, brigands I thought. How ironic - the wicked feeding upon the wicked - when I realized that they too, had the chains of slavery on, yet only their manacles remained. They fought with a fervor I've never seen the equal to. No great skill was involved, just brute force and passion...and they won. We were freed. At first, of course, I wouldn't believe it....but slowly, as we were nurtured back to health in their ragtag camp, once again believed. 

It was a gnome by the name of Tanstaafl, a priestly type, who opened my eyes then and there, to what I was, and what I had been. None of them had heard of homeland, so I was taken to the only other place a young gnome could go - Thistlerock. At first, I was merely the village orphan, but in time, once again, my spark revealed itself, and I was apprenticed to the Grand Shaman.... 

Time passed, I was young and happy. I met a human, he called himself GaNn....it probably wasn't his real name, but I never cared to ask. We fell in love, and were happy. He left, unfortunately, on a trek to the southern continent.....when he came back, he was different. Changed.... and time passed. I worshiped the Lady Lorna, Mistress of the Flying Tigers. There, too, I found love.... of course, I was young and impetuous still. Abender was a rock I could anchor to, with a romanticism about him I'd never encountered....but people change. I changed, I should say.... I met Grismal, and thought then perhaps that I had learned enough to know what real feelings are...but again, Fate proved to know more. Lady Lorna was a wonderful Goddess, but She was raised above even her mighty level, and I was left again, bereft. 

It was then that I met Rashiel, a dwarven adventurer, slightly eccentric and wild, but also understanding. He, too, had been left....his God, Thaygar, had departed the Realms, and Rashiel was broken hearted. He taught me much of Thaygar, and his words. We searched for another like him, and in our naievete, believed it lay in the Black Conclave. We joined together....and withered together. The Black Conclave call themselves a machine, and they are....but not how they see it. They slowly remove the life, the love, the spirit, out of their victims, and themselves, and replace it with a burning hatred of everything and everyone. Rashiel, sickened by it, soon left the following, and, by decree of Molo, our marriage was annulled. I stayed, hoping to make some change, to show Rashiel that the Conclave had kept some shred of their previous glory and honor. I was sadly mistaken....I have finally learned the error of my ways. But is it too late? As I stand here now, back in my past home in Glas'Horn, reunited with my family, I weigh the sides. What do I do? Where do I go? What does Fate have in store for me next? 

== Katrana's Retirement Announcement: ==
The winds gust to an incredible degree, seeming to unleash its fury upon you as you open this note. The handwritten script is chaotic at best,
changing styles throughout the entirety of the letter. 

Greetings to all in the Realm, 

My time has come. I shall be leaving this world. The world grows...stagnant...Something against my nature. Too dull, too dry, too predictable.
My retirement probably does not even come as a surprise. No one is surprised by what occurs, as Threads constantly seem aware of their surroundings,
even that which is hidden. In such a state, the chaotic, those that feed on the surprise grow bored. My pack and I have caused much chaos in this
Realm, changed lives, changed the shape of followings, even changed the landscape. I can say that my Hunt has the skill some could only dream of,
and I am very proud to have been the deity of each of them. For they have the talents, the skills to cut the Threads of many, that some could only
imagine of. 

My Huntsman, Solaron, I watched him grow in skill...with a slain Thread count of well over 100 individals...It brings a tear to this Goddess' eye.
He brought so much chaos into the realm...And so much love into my life. 

My cuddles, Ink...My dear, dear Swarf. You made me proud dear one. I still laugh at the many times people would quake when you walked by. And
how they would brag that they lasted a round of battle with you. And how few would even stand up to you. My dear Ink, you grew bored as you
reached the top. Attaining the greatest level, and even the most brave wincing with fear in your presence. 

Arianas, my snugglykins. You are crazy. You would do anything for the following, even if it was to die to an avatar just so the following could
say, 'We killed the most powerful avatar, and win the quest given to us by the Implementor.' 

Wunkathew, my hilarious little bird. What can I say. You are my court jester. The funny factor in my mean, witchy state. Your drive to aid
those whenever and where ever is something that I wish every Hunt had. I remember times you went into a battle at half health and mana just
because someone would say "battle going on here." It meant alot to see that type of dedication to a following. And would you get to 50 already,
maybe people will actually help you now instead of try to kill you:) 

Docness, I'm sorry I wasn't lucky enough to have you in my pack earlier. You are a great Hunter. And a great shammy thief! Hurricane, hailstorm,
and steal, who can go wrong? Right lovely? 

To the rest of my pack...I love each and every one of you, you know that. I'd do whatever I could, whenever I could for each of you. For all my
lovelies, was the reason I had not left the Realm sooner. I leave now, because most of you grow bored, or have grown up, and are leaving, or have
left. I, well, am no longer needed. For those that are still around are dependent/more than skilled enough to live without me. You all brought
me such joy during my time here. I wish you good luck my lovelies, in wherever you may end up. If you leave, or if you stay I wish you nothing
but the best. You know how I am, do whatever you feel is right, and go wherever you feel is home. 

Khore, you know rock. Cordir, we had alot of fun, and alot of pain, but in the end, I wish you nothing but the best. Tynian good luck with 4.x. 

To everyone else...Hunt well. 
Katrana K'Veeran 
Wife of Solaron 
Incarna of the Wyld 
Lesser Goddess of the Wyld Hunt 
Triat Master 
*Remembers when rift wasn't capped, and shamans had no info! To those who knew me as a mortal! *shaman info says!** *hop* 

OOC: 

TFC has been a large part of my life for over 10 years. With over 5000 hours spent online (with Katrana alone), I believe my time is done.
I met the love of my life here, and several very good friends. Kat's reasoning for retirement is one reason as to my leaving. I've often said
I would never leave TFC until it leaves me. It left me awhile ago, those who grew up when I did know what I speak of, as it no longer feels
the same as it did. 

For me, ways are growing too redundant, but I believe that to be partly due to me finding chaos elsewhere. (I used to play from work, and well...
I now find myself in more meetings and with more responsiblity.) There is also a baby on the way. Yes, a little Solaron (a boy, and he won't
be actually named Solaron:P) will be running around in July. So my time here will be very limited soon anyway. I've enjoyed my stay here, very
much so and I don't wish that I spent that time anywhere else. 

Katrana made many great friends, and even more enemies during her time; She of course wishes nothing but the best to her friends, and many, many
Rebirths to her enemies. However, I, the player, wish you all nothing but the best. 

To those who want to keep in touch with me, you know how. For those who don't, you can e-mail me at xxxxxxx@gmail.com. If you are looking for
me on AIM or MSN I rarely log on anymore. 

Rock on TFC, and have fun. 
Jenny signing out. 

== Trivia: ==
* Completed a Shaman Class Mastery Quest
* Completed a Trial of Triat Mastery: [[Katrana's Triat Mastery]] Details!
* Katrana had two hunting hounds do have names: Manatheren and Ashendarei
* Katrana's hound Ashendarei Thread...merged with Sagan, causing him to be Hound of the Hunt.
* Katrana is referenced in the bloody-crimson thread in Cordir's temple and office. ([[Threads of the Tapestry]])
* Cordir predicted Katrana's Wyld nature [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/fh-10-02-01.htm <LOG>]
* Katrana is the current Incarna of the Wyld. One of the aspects of the [[Triat]].
* Katrana often refers to [[Solaron]]'s and her RL children as her "Wyldlings".
* When Katrana speaks of "The Tempest" online, she is referring to her RL daughter, Temperance.
* Katrana's hate of garden gnomes, caused an outbreak. Katrana considers garden gnomes to be lesser than real gnomes. Her past as the gnomish princess of Gla'Shorn causes her to think very highly of gnomes. Some of the antics of this: A garden gnome says (in elven), 'you don't follow my goddess! stabby stabby!', A garden gnome is here staring at you with its unblinking eyes. It almost looks like a Wyldess., a gnome's little stabbing knife, A garden gnome says (in elven), 'You follow her too! I love our gnome leader!'. (6/21/2011)
*Katrana during her absence lost part of her Wyld essence. It was stolen from her. Her Hunt retrieved her essence (through two quests), but when it returned to her, she was suddenly a child.
*[[Vale]] showed Katrana a faerie that he had, she since adopted it. She named it Chime, and it lives in her cauldron.
*After Ipshaw's untimely death, Chime was promoted to being Katrana's Assistant!
*The elder Katrana growing tired of being trapped within the younger returns in [[Return of the Wyldess]].
 

== Geasa: ==
Katrana when within the [[Chosen of Fate]] held four Geasa. They are as follows: 
#I will learn of hometowns and new areas, for that is what took me to Thistlerock.
#I will try to rid myself of a horrible nickname, through kindness, aiding those who I can.
#I will never kill one who is enslaved, for I was once one
#I will quest and find my true self, who I really am

== Restrings: ==
=== Wedding Ring: ===
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Aflame) the Huntsman's blood-oath 
The curling tip of a long slashing cut on the palm stains Katrana's skin. 
 

== Personal Timeline: ==
January 22, 2000 - Katrana weds her beloved Rashiel. The ceremony is officiated by Molo. 
January 3, 2001 - Katrana, Grand Shamaness of the Black Conclave, reaches Wa:22 Sh:30, and completes MM#13 
August 25, 2001 - Katrana Apostatizes from the Black Conclave. 
[ 16] Katrana: well rumors about me
Mon Aug 27 10:24:22 2001
To: all
Okay guys, this is just a note to everyone, I am no longer a member of the Black
Conclave. I had just a board note posted, but was told by a memeber, that he had it
removed, so I was to post one here. So I am. I just want to satisfy all rumors
I have left the Black Conclave of Nashite. My reasons, well, let's just say things
change. If you want to know exactly why, ask me directly. I do not want to cause
a spam in notes, so please just ask me, this includes members of the Black Conclave
who did not get to see the note I wrote. Please talk to me. However, it is up to
you if you choose to do so.

Thank you for your attention everyone,
Katrana, Grand Shamaness of umm... well... (we will just leave it at Grand Shamaness:)

August 27, 2001 - Katrana joins the Chosen of Fate. 
September 17, 2001 - Katrana reaches Sh:26\Wa:23. 
September 19, 2001 -Katrana completes MM#26 - a polar bear, #27 - a guard, #28 - a rainbow warrior, and #29 - a fireworm. 
September 25, 2001 - Katrana is named Shamaness Adept in a special ceremony. 
April 23, 2002 - Katrana of Fate regains level 29. 
May 29, 2002 - Katrana gets on the Chosen Fjust by Haunting herself. 
June 07, 2002 - Katrana of Fate reaches Shaman level 30 for the THIRD time, then levels to Wa:24 Sh:30. 
June 16, 2002 - Katrana of Fate levels to Wa:25\Sh:30. 
July 2, 2002 - Katrana and Solaron host a special Fateful Hour. (log) 
July 06, 2002 - Katrana ascends to level Wa:28\Sh:30. 
July 12, 2002 - 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. 
July 13, 2002 - Katrana reaches effective level 40. (Log) 
June 30, 2002 - Katrana: Bladed Wyldess of Azat Sol/Fate/AP, levels to Wa:27 Sh:30. Katrana kills an orog guard for MM#36, and a stone golem for #37. 
August 29, 2002 - Katrana finishes the last three MMs she needs... #48 - Gorlok the Master Slaver, #49 - the instructor )got it with one tick left), and #50 - Lodriss the Myrmidon. 
August 30, 2002 - Solaron & Katrana are wed. (Log) 
September 03, 2002 - Katrana "declares it be nice to newbie day." 
September 08, 2002 - Thargor dies in the Vortex and Katrana of Fate performs the CR. 
September 15, 2002 - Katrana is promoted to Ambassador! (Log) 
October 31, 2002 - Katrana turned 1000 years old today! 
December 7, 2002 - Katrana is promoted to attendant of the WarDancers. 
December 30, 2002 - Katrana reaches 303 hours as an Immortal. 
January 11, 2003 - Katrana is promomoted to DemiGoddess. Her first follower is Solaron, her second is Mordith. Riverwind also joins the Hunt. 
January 18, 2003 - Katrana reports,'TIMELINE NEWS! I did my first immortal rift, hehe'. (Mordith is the lucky recipient) Her temple is also installed. 
January 28, 2003 - Solaron is Ordained by Katrana. 
February 15, 2003 - Katrana reaches Intermediate Power. 
March 9, 2005 - Katrana announces her retirement. 
April 12, 2011 - Katrana comes out of retirement...the Hunt returns. Her first worshipper is Ink. 
November 19, 2011 - Katrana is promoted to Lesser Goddess. 

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

2012-01-28T01:11:24Z

Katrana: /* Player Provided Information: */

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|created = May 17, 2011
|status = Active
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'''[[File:Nightfighter.wav]] Nightfighter giving everyone a welcome! ''' 
== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: 06/12/2011 ==
You see nothing special about him.
Nightfighter is in perfect health.

Nightfighter is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the stunning obsidian amulet
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) a steel breast plate
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a ring mail helm
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of scale mail leggings
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of banded mail gloves
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) a pair of ring mail sleeves
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) an iron buckler
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a scale mail sash
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) an iron bracer
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the simple star ruby bracelet
<wielded> (Token magic) (Glowing) a pummel stick
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth
 

== WHO Lists: ==
05/20/2011 : Min [ Wa: 2 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur
06/08/2011 : Min [ Wa: 3 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur
01/21/2012 : Min [ Wa: 6 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur

 
== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
 
== Restrings:==
=== a large lunchbox ===
Long Description: Someone has left their lunchbox behind!

== Player Provided Information: ==
 
[[Katrana]]: Nightfighter loves to play TFC, and gets very excited in real life when things go his way. To an extreme...he'll run in and tell us when he's killed something, and we'll have to ask him if anything is killing him while he's telling us this! He also gets -very- excited when people talk to him. I [http://youtu.be/_BcWqJ8T6Fk recorded] a few times he [http://youtu.be/_BcWqJ8T6Fk played]...which I am sure will come in handy for showing future girlfriends.

== Personal Timeline: ==
05/20/2011: Nightfighter is created! 
06/12/2011: Thorpik gossips (in common), 'Nightfighter has the coolest name ever!'. 
09/02/2011: [[2011 Ohio RenFest GT|Nightfighter attends the Ohio RenFest GT]] (and attempts to PK his dad!) 
 

== Player Information: ==
* As the son of [[Katrana]] and [[Solaron]], and the grandson of [[Solaron]]'s parents [[Faille]] and [[Humble]], and [[Katrana]]'s father [[Elfis]] , [[Nightfighter]] is the first player to be a Third-Generation TFC'er! For this, he is listed in the FIRSTS! Category.
 
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:First]]

Nightfighter

2012-01-28T01:11:03Z

Katrana: /* Player Provided Information: */

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|status = Active
|retire_date =
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|hometown = [[War'loov's Fortress]]
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[[File:Nightfighter-card.jpg]]

'''[[File:Nightfighter.wav]] Nightfighter giving everyone a welcome! ''' 
== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: 06/12/2011 ==
You see nothing special about him.
Nightfighter is in perfect health.

Nightfighter is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the stunning obsidian amulet
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) a steel breast plate
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a ring mail helm
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of scale mail leggings
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of banded mail gloves
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) a pair of ring mail sleeves
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) an iron buckler
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a scale mail sash
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) an iron bracer
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the simple star ruby bracelet
<wielded> (Token magic) (Glowing) a pummel stick
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth
 

== WHO Lists: ==
05/20/2011 : Min [ Wa: 2 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur
06/08/2011 : Min [ Wa: 3 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur
01/21/2012 : Min [ Wa: 6 ] Nightfighter the Minotaur

 
== Character History: ==

== Trivia: ==
 
== Restrings:==
=== a large lunchbox ===
Long Description: Someone has left their lunchbox behind!

== Player Provided Information: ==
 
Katrana: Nightfighter loves to play TFC, and gets very excited in real life when things go his way. To an extreme...he'll run in and tell us when he's killed something, and we'll have to ask him if anything is killing him while he's telling us this! He also gets -very- excited when people talk to him. I [http://youtu.be/_BcWqJ8T6Fk recorded] a few times he [http://youtu.be/_BcWqJ8T6Fk played]...which I am sure will come in handy for showing future girlfriends.

== Personal Timeline: ==
05/20/2011: Nightfighter is created! 
06/12/2011: Thorpik gossips (in common), 'Nightfighter has the coolest name ever!'. 
09/02/2011: [[2011 Ohio RenFest GT|Nightfighter attends the Ohio RenFest GT]] (and attempts to PK his dad!) 
 

== Player Information: ==
* As the son of [[Katrana]] and [[Solaron]], and the grandson of [[Solaron]]'s parents [[Faille]] and [[Humble]], and [[Katrana]]'s father [[Elfis]] , [[Nightfighter]] is the first player to be a Third-Generation TFC'er! For this, he is listed in the FIRSTS! Category.
 
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:First]]

Nightfighter

2012-01-28T00:57:56Z

Katrana: typo correction

Nightfighter

2012-01-28T00:53:25Z

Katrana: Added wav file link.

File:Nightfighter.wav

2012-01-28T00:50:52Z

Katrana: Nightfighter welcoming folks to TFC!

Nightfighter welcoming folks to TFC!

Nightfighter

2012-01-28T00:41:26Z

Katrana: /* Player Information: */

Quotables 2012

2012-01-24T03:11:03Z

Katrana:

{{Quotable box}}



'''01/05/2012''' 
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] gossips (in common), 'well i guess since someone influenced you, you only need 1 confessional spanking and 2 Hail Tynians'.|Cordir}}
 '''1/12/2002''' 
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] tells you (in common), 'we are testing the bowel effects of pizza vs magic mushrooms'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] tells you (in common), 'I am fairly convinced that the guild clears out quicker when I eat pizza'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] tells you (in common), 'really trying to devise a way to close the blue portal for an accurate test'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] tells you (in common), 'and will count the seconds until people pass out'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] gossips (in common), 'No humans, elves, dwarves or gnomes were treated unfairly in these experiments'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] gossips (in common), 'Maimer gossips (in common), 'Wish always gets harmed by many scientific experiments, his skin is so porous'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] gossips (in common), 'Maimer gossips (in common), 'but the evil sea creature is just collateral for the greater good!'.|Lexie}}
{{quotable|[[Maimer]] gossips (in common), 'I just ordered delivery, be here in 30 minutes!'.|Lexie}}

{{quotable|Someone gossips, 'Someone put those on the wiki, I'm at work!'.|Ok! - Lexie}}

 
'''01/14/2012:'''
{{quotable| [[Lexie]] gossips (in common), 'so take me and go slow...'.|Cordir}}
 
'''01/15/2012:'''
{{quotable|[[Hedschott]] gossips (in common), 'the sign should say "for a good time call Lexie"'.|Cordir}}
{{quotable|[[Kale]] gossips (in common), 'Wanna meet a Cowgirl? Dial 1-800-LEXIE'.|Cordir}}
 
'''01/16/2012:'''
{{quotable|[[Troy]] says (in common), 'and i didnt follow my first instink'. [[Troy]] says (in common), 'that innner stink that points you in the right direction'.|Natilena}}
 
'''01/22/2012'''
{{quotable|[[Kylor]] says (in common), 'Troy stop drawing runes on my balls']|Bliss on behalf of Immshesforgetting}}

Katrana

2012-01-24T03:03:57Z

Katrana: /* Current Description: */

{{Info pc
|name = Katrana K'Veeran Al-Veeran
|incarnation = I
|styled_as = Wyld Huntress, Wyldess, Grand Shamaness
|imm_rank = Lesser Goddess
|following = [[Wyld Hunt]]
|created = 2x
|status = Active
|immorted_on = September 15, 2002 Restored April 12, 2011 Lesser (2nd): November 19, 2011
|retire_date = March 9, 2005
|race = {{Race|Gnome}}
|hometown = Gla-Shorn's Realm
|classes = Shaman
|last_seen = Currently Active
|followed = [[Lorna]] [[Molo]] [[Cordir]]
|spouse = [[Rashiel]] [[Solaron]]
|partner = [[Gann]] [[Grismal]] [[Abender Stormreaver]]
|parents =
|children =
|relatives =
|areas_written = [[Northern Stronghold]]
|portfolio =
}}
[[Category:Chosen of Fate]]
[[Category:Black Conclave]]
[[Category:Wyld Hunt]]
[[File:Katrana-Wyldess.gif|200px|thumb|left|Katrana, Wyldess]] 
[[File:Katranaimm.gif|200px|thumb|left|Katrana, Wyldess of the Wyld Hunt]] 

== Mud Contributions: ==
Katrana and her husband, Solaron, co-wrote the area, the [[Northern Stronghold]].
 

== Current Description: ==

===Immortal (1/23/2012):===
A precocious little gnome girl stands before you, ebon tresses flowing loosely
over her thin shoulders. She has an impish look on her face, as if considering
some sort of mischief - but whether it is cruel or simply playful is not clear.
Her eyes flash crimson, to match the potent aura that flows about her, and she
tilts her head to one side. In a swift movement and with a fierce expression,
she snatches a pair of bloody scissors from her belt and makes a quick cutting
motion which is echoed by the faintest hint of a distant death-cry. As quickly
as the blades snapped closed, a hint of maturity, wisdom and self-knowledge is
seen in her eyes - then it fades as her attention turns elsewhere. A brightly
colored ball appears with a soft *POP!* of displaced air and she grabs it with
a chortle of glee that underscores her youth. Yet the memory of that something
that stirred in her gaze haunts you, and you cannot see her as an innocent any
more.

===Immortal (7/3/2011):===
A slight pull on your hand causes you to look down. "Do you
want to play?! I'll be the Hunter!", the petite gnome asks
you. She giggles and pulls your hand harder trying to bring
you to eye level. As you resist, the wind stirs bringing the
scent of a spring rain. She starts to growl, as things are
obviously not going as she wishes. Thunder crashes and rain
starts to fall. The rain glistens off of the gnome's black
mane, and dried roses braided within burst into full bloom.
Curious, you kneel to her. She giggles in success, and the
skies brighten. She locks her eyes with yours for just a
fleeting second. In that single moment a flood of emotion
overtakes you...love, sorrow, hate, passion, anger, more than
your thoughts can process. As your mind clears, you notice her
eyes are never the same color twice, they constantly shift from
hue to hue. The Wyldess looks to you and then to the bloody
shears in her hands. They were not there a moment ago. "No,
it is not your time yet. We'll play when it is!" She skips
off into the distance, leaving a trail of crimson splatters.
Your vision fades for a moment, the splatters, the dampness of
the rain, the shears are gone. Only the giggling gnome child
with the unsettling eyes remains.

===Immortal (Unknown to 6/24/2011):===
Her eyes, the color of hatred, the color of insanity, bespeak a horrible pain beyond
comprehension and an indomitable will to bear through it. Her hair, a wild black mane,
hangs low, to her waist. Its lustrous strands reflect the light, sometimes swaying as
though they were in the slightest of winds. Entwined in one such strand is a single
feather, its dove-gray aura and blood-spatters bringing up sudden questions...
questions which may never be answered. 

A simple tiara fashioned from the jawbone of a dragon frames her hair around her
sun-darkened face - a face shining with childish glee, wizened with age, hardened
by hatred. Briars, some in full bloom and some gray with age and decay, twist their
way down her neck, peeking out from under her garments. Small droplets of blood, from
the myriad thorns, mingle with the small droplets of rain, giving them their sustenance. 

A low, long clarion call sounds in the distant. A baying of hounds, eager for the Hunt,
comes to your ears. She looks at you, her eyes holding yours for an instant, sweeping
you away into a river of chaos. Floundering, you focus on the eyes and find your way. A
voice whispers in your mind, whispers of truth, insanity, hate, love and death. 

"You.. you who blindly march in rank, you have already earned my contempt. I represent
change. Must you change? No... change is not mandatory. Neither is survival. They just
go hand in hand." 

She releases you with a contemptuous flick of her eyes and disappears - but the image of
those two, ever-changing orbs is burned into your mind. 

== Mortal Descriptions: ==
===Mortal - July 2001:===
Katrana, Grand Shamaness of the Black Conclave: 
People often make the mistake of overlooking gnomes, both literally and metaphorically. Even though she is a slender, petite example of her race, there can be no mistaking the mystical power and strength that flow about her like a ghostly wind. Runes and sigils of power glint, gleam and flicker upon her armaments which she visibly wears with a dislike. If the world spun to her liking, the Shaman's path would be her whole life, now that the one soul that lightened it is gone. Her eyes are a deep amethyst, and hold memories and lost hope from ages long past the recall of many who walk the earth. Despite the pain of loss that aches within her, this woman has not turned a dark gaze upon humanity or surrendered to the mindless bloodlust of her fellows, and there is compassion and humor found in her face. Her shoulder-blade length black hair has been bound back out of the way in an intricate plait that resembles a sheaf of dark wheat, and here and there within the braid are symbols carved in bright stones, polished bone, and dried blooms. Reaching up, she touches one of the flowers, and it firms, deepens in color, and opens as fresh and dew- touched as when she first plucked it. She smiles, a sweet and tender expression so filled with marvel and gladness that it transforms her face, almost causing you to forget the crimson aura that surrounds it. A flash of light upon her left hand, seemingly the reflection off of the plain band upon her third finger draws her attention inward, and the Grand Shamaness cloaks herself in totems and departs, leaving an elusive scent of mysterious, deep green forests in her wake. 

===Mortal - September 6, 2001:===
Katrana, Shamaness-Adept of the Chosen of Fate 
The petite, well-made form of the gnome shamaness before you instantly brings to mind images of a high, rushing waterfall, pouring down in a thundering roar amidst the secret depths of a hidden forest glen, or the intricate perfection of a gleaming, dew-covered spider's web. Only within the grace of nature could an appropriate metaphore be found, for she epitomizes the essential delicate yet deadly balance found therein. Eyes the color of unmined amethyst gaze steadily into yours, seemingly stripping away the fascade presented to others and seeing the truths that lies beneath. That gaze is staggering; how can she know so much of life and death, love's sorrow and loss, and maintain her boundless inquisitive innocence, all in the same heart? Her answering smile is quiet, knowing, and she nods as if to acknowledge a question you are not even certain you know how to verbalize. 

The wind stirs her hair, most bound back in entwining braids that resemble a sheaf of dark wheat, and plays with the dried ivy and flowers, carved bone, and polished stones that decorate her black mane. Still holding your gaze, she reaches up and removes one preserved rose. Cupping it in her hands, closing her eyes, she breathes upon it gently, whispering words you cannot discern. The blossom opens, ripe and dewey as the day it was plucked. She offers it to you, hoping that you will understand the lesson and message it carries. Her expectant expression fades slightly, and she nods once more. "May the wisdom of the Triat open your eyes further, friend." 

== WHO Lists: ==
Gno [ Sh:26 ] Katrana K'Veeran in search of her true color *GaNn* (November 12, 1997)
Gno [ Sh:29. .. .. .. . ] Katrana: dreamer of devils and an angel *GaNn* (January, 1998)
Gno [ Questor ] Katrana: Tiger who belongs to *GaNn* (February 15, 1998)
Gno [ Questor ] Katrana: Tiger Guard BGen, one of the High Council (April 26, 1998)
Gno [ Wa: 8 Sh:30 ] Katrana:Tiger that loves pink and Abender *TG*HC* (July, 1999)
Gno [ Sh:29 Wa:23 ] Katrana:Bladed Handmaiden to Azat *Sol/Fate* (May 7, 2002)
Gno [ Wa:30 Sh:30 ] Katrana: Pinking Bladed Huntress of Fate *Solaron* (September 9, 2002)
Gno [ Ambassador ] Katrana walking with her Hounds through Lleheibwen*S* (November 1, 2002)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana: It's not MY fault you worship the wrong god(dess)! (April 4, 2004)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana: Cruel, but cute. So I'm worth it. (September 9, 2004)
Gno [ Sh:26 Wa:23 ] Katrana, Favored of Fate *Shaman-Adept*Shaman info* (October 2, 2001)
Gno [ Garden Queen ] Katrana hunts the vile look-a-like garden gnomes. (June 21, 2011)
Gno [ Garden Queen ] Katrana now loves garden gnomes...Stabby stabby! (June 21, 2011)
Gno [ Demigoddess ] Katrana:Skipping through the crimson splatter#Wyld (June 24, 2011)

== Character History: ==
(Written for entry into the Chosen of Fate, circa 2002) 
"Ice Princess". The words ring in my ears still. The frozen heir to a frozen land. Well, once-heir, might I add. I remember it all vividly, the memories flash through my mind like wildfire.....and at nights, my dreams reveal more then idly wanderings of a tired mind. It wasn't always like this; I didn't always know my past as well.... 

I was born in what many would call a frozen wasteland. Glas'horn's Realm, a land of glacial mountains and avalanches, a land of frost giants and snow-blindness, of ice-mazes and yeti. Many would say I was unlucky for my birthplace; perhaps a few years ago, I would have agreed. I was lucky, back then, as I was born of royal blood. I was one of two sisters. I was the eldest, and perhaps most spoiled, of the daughters, and this went to my head. My younger sister, Mikita, was beautiful and talented in the arts, but I....I had been tested and I had passed the Master Shaman's exam. I had the spark - the flame of magic that supported the area my family ruled. It was my father's shamanic talent that had forged this icy-kingdom, and it was my shamanic ability that would lead it into the future. That was my greatest delight - and perhaps my downfall as well. I grew haughty. I was cold, snide, and often immature. The servants called me the Ice Princess, and soon the commoners did as well. 

It didn't bother me, at first. I took it as a compliment. I took all I had for granted, and now I regret that daily. I began to take small forays into the wilderness outside the "safe" boundaries of my father's territory, surrounded by an entourage of guards. I was intent on expanding the holdings of my family - I would be the Ice Princess, if they so deemed me - and I would become the Ice Queen, their savior. I would single-handedly turn take my father's holdings and carve an empire out of it. Alas, for the ideas of youth. 

It was during one of these forays into the wilderness that we became lost in what I can only now recollect as an ice maze. Twisting tunnels of icy walls or frosty, brittle branches blocked off entire paths, and the glare from the sun nearly blinded us. The yeti caught us off guard. Two of my guards fell, and the rest ran to attack. I backed against the curtain of branches, certain I was doomed. How wrong I was....and how right. 

My guards were dying, surely. The troll was wounded, sorely, perhaps even mortally, but my guards were as well. Perhaps I should have done something; I had learned some few things from the Master Shaman, but the fear paralyzed me. It wasn't until I heard a crack behind me that I realized the dying troll was the least of my worries. 

Rising out of what I took to be a fold in the ground, two large men stood. I call them "men", for they looked like men, roughly, save for the fact that they were nearly 13 feet tall. These frost giants captured me, and trussed me up as neatly as a pig. I was taken to a large cavern, where it seemed that there nomadic tribe had taken up residence for the 'winter.' Perhaps if I had spoken their language I could have told them of my identity and have been ransomed back to my family. As it was, their language sounded like gargling to me, and I thought my situation hopeless. I was cast in a rough-hewn cavern, amongst a host of other creatures and ex-adventurers caught. It seemed, from what I could gather, that we were to be sold as slaves, once the passes were opened and the slaving ships were sailing again. Those days, as miserable as they were, passed all too swiftly. 

I still remember the morning we left. I woke, and my breath turned to fog in front of me, but it was still warmer then usual. We were chained together, and led in wagons to the shore, where we were led onto a huge, rickety old ship. We weren't chained in the brig, or any such thing. That would be wasting our manpower...no, we were chained to the oars, and manned them ourselves....that was the hardest two months of my life. Lost on the heavy seas, fighting waves and the occasional sea snake....but finally we reached our destination, a small cove east of seaside, where we were unloaded unceremoniously and reloaded into large wicker cages. The days blended together then - we were purposely starved, I believe, to ensure we would not care where we went or why. Thus, I almost didn't realize what was happening until it was nearly over - it was the dark of night, with even the moon hidden behind a curtain of clouds, when a piercing whistle cut through the air. A group of rough men jumped from the bushes, brigands I thought. How ironic - the wicked feeding upon the wicked - when I realized that they too, had the chains of slavery on, yet only their manacles remained. They fought with a fervor I've never seen the equal to. No great skill was involved, just brute force and passion...and they won. We were freed. At first, of course, I wouldn't believe it....but slowly, as we were nurtured back to health in their ragtag camp, once again believed. 

It was a gnome by the name of Tanstaafl, a priestly type, who opened my eyes then and there, to what I was, and what I had been. None of them had heard of homeland, so I was taken to the only other place a young gnome could go - Thistlerock. At first, I was merely the village orphan, but in time, once again, my spark revealed itself, and I was apprenticed to the Grand Shaman.... 

Time passed, I was young and happy. I met a human, he called himself GaNn....it probably wasn't his real name, but I never cared to ask. We fell in love, and were happy. He left, unfortunately, on a trek to the southern continent.....when he came back, he was different. Changed.... and time passed. I worshiped the Lady Lorna, Mistress of the Flying Tigers. There, too, I found love.... of course, I was young and impetuous still. Abender was a rock I could anchor to, with a romanticism about him I'd never encountered....but people change. I changed, I should say.... I met Grismal, and thought then perhaps that I had learned enough to know what real feelings are...but again, Fate proved to know more. Lady Lorna was a wonderful Goddess, but She was raised above even her mighty level, and I was left again, bereft. 

It was then that I met Rashiel, a dwarven adventurer, slightly eccentric and wild, but also understanding. He, too, had been left....his God, Thaygar, had departed the Realms, and Rashiel was broken hearted. He taught me much of Thaygar, and his words. We searched for another like him, and in our naievete, believed it lay in the Black Conclave. We joined together....and withered together. The Black Conclave call themselves a machine, and they are....but not how they see it. They slowly remove the life, the love, the spirit, out of their victims, and themselves, and replace it with a burning hatred of everything and everyone. Rashiel, sickened by it, soon left the following, and, by decree of Molo, our marriage was annulled. I stayed, hoping to make some change, to show Rashiel that the Conclave had kept some shred of their previous glory and honor. I was sadly mistaken....I have finally learned the error of my ways. But is it too late? As I stand here now, back in my past home in Glas'Horn, reunited with my family, I weigh the sides. What do I do? Where do I go? What does Fate have in store for me next? 

== Katrana's Retirement Announcement: ==
The winds gust to an incredible degree, seeming to unleash its fury upon you as you open this note. The handwritten script is chaotic at best,
changing styles throughout the entirety of the letter. 

Greetings to all in the Realm, 

My time has come. I shall be leaving this world. The world grows...stagnant...Something against my nature. Too dull, too dry, too predictable.
My retirement probably does not even come as a surprise. No one is surprised by what occurs, as Threads constantly seem aware of their surroundings,
even that which is hidden. In such a state, the chaotic, those that feed on the surprise grow bored. My pack and I have caused much chaos in this
Realm, changed lives, changed the shape of followings, even changed the landscape. I can say that my Hunt has the skill some could only dream of,
and I am very proud to have been the deity of each of them. For they have the talents, the skills to cut the Threads of many, that some could only
imagine of. 

My Huntsman, Solaron, I watched him grow in skill...with a slain Thread count of well over 100 individals...It brings a tear to this Goddess' eye.
He brought so much chaos into the realm...And so much love into my life. 

My cuddles, Ink...My dear, dear Swarf. You made me proud dear one. I still laugh at the many times people would quake when you walked by. And
how they would brag that they lasted a round of battle with you. And how few would even stand up to you. My dear Ink, you grew bored as you
reached the top. Attaining the greatest level, and even the most brave wincing with fear in your presence. 

Arianas, my snugglykins. You are crazy. You would do anything for the following, even if it was to die to an avatar just so the following could
say, 'We killed the most powerful avatar, and win the quest given to us by the Implementor.' 

Wunkathew, my hilarious little bird. What can I say. You are my court jester. The funny factor in my mean, witchy state. Your drive to aid
those whenever and where ever is something that I wish every Hunt had. I remember times you went into a battle at half health and mana just
because someone would say "battle going on here." It meant alot to see that type of dedication to a following. And would you get to 50 already,
maybe people will actually help you now instead of try to kill you:) 

Docness, I'm sorry I wasn't lucky enough to have you in my pack earlier. You are a great Hunter. And a great shammy thief! Hurricane, hailstorm,
and steal, who can go wrong? Right lovely? 

To the rest of my pack...I love each and every one of you, you know that. I'd do whatever I could, whenever I could for each of you. For all my
lovelies, was the reason I had not left the Realm sooner. I leave now, because most of you grow bored, or have grown up, and are leaving, or have
left. I, well, am no longer needed. For those that are still around are dependent/more than skilled enough to live without me. You all brought
me such joy during my time here. I wish you good luck my lovelies, in wherever you may end up. If you leave, or if you stay I wish you nothing
but the best. You know how I am, do whatever you feel is right, and go wherever you feel is home. 

Khore, you know rock. Cordir, we had alot of fun, and alot of pain, but in the end, I wish you nothing but the best. Tynian good luck with 4.x. 

To everyone else...Hunt well. 
Katrana K'Veeran 
Wife of Solaron 
Incarna of the Wyld 
Lesser Goddess of the Wyld Hunt 
Triat Master 
*Remembers when rift wasn't capped, and shamans had no info! To those who knew me as a mortal! *shaman info says!** *hop* 

OOC: 

TFC has been a large part of my life for over 10 years. With over 5000 hours spent online (with Katrana alone), I believe my time is done.
I met the love of my life here, and several very good friends. Kat's reasoning for retirement is one reason as to my leaving. I've often said
I would never leave TFC until it leaves me. It left me awhile ago, those who grew up when I did know what I speak of, as it no longer feels
the same as it did. 

For me, ways are growing too redundant, but I believe that to be partly due to me finding chaos elsewhere. (I used to play from work, and well...
I now find myself in more meetings and with more responsiblity.) There is also a baby on the way. Yes, a little Solaron (a boy, and he won't
be actually named Solaron:P) will be running around in July. So my time here will be very limited soon anyway. I've enjoyed my stay here, very
much so and I don't wish that I spent that time anywhere else. 

Katrana made many great friends, and even more enemies during her time; She of course wishes nothing but the best to her friends, and many, many
Rebirths to her enemies. However, I, the player, wish you all nothing but the best. 

To those who want to keep in touch with me, you know how. For those who don't, you can e-mail me at xxxxxxx@gmail.com. If you are looking for
me on AIM or MSN I rarely log on anymore. 

Rock on TFC, and have fun. 
Jenny signing out. 

== Trivia: ==
* Completed a Shaman Class Mastery Quest
* Completed a Trial of Triat Mastery: [[Katrana's Triat Mastery]] Details!
* Katrana had two hunting hounds do have names: Manatheren and Ashendarei
* Katrana's hound Ashendarei Thread...merged with Sagan, causing him to be Hound of the Hunt.
* Katrana is referenced in the bloody-crimson thread in Cordir's temple and office. ([[Threads of the Tapestry]])
* Cordir predicted Katrana's Wyld nature [http://www.finalchallenge.net/tfc/community/timeline/2001/fh-10-02-01.htm <LOG>]
* Katrana when within the [[Chosen of Fate]] held four Geasa. They are as follows: 
#I will learn of hometowns and new areas, for that is what took me to Thistlerock.
#I will try to rid myself of a horrible nickname, through kindness, aiding those who I can.
#I will never kill one who is enslaved, for I was once one
#I will quest and find my true self, who I really am
* Katrana is the current Incarna of the Wyld. One of the aspects of the [[Triat]].
* Katrana often refers to [[Solaron]]'s and her RL children as her "Wyldlings".
* When Katrana speaks of "The Tempest" online, she is referring to her RL daughter, Temperance.
* Katrana's hate of garden gnomes, caused an outbreak. Katrana considers garden gnomes to be lesser than real gnomes. Her past as the gnomish princess of Gla'Shorn causes her to think very highly of gnomes. Some of the antics of this: A garden gnome says (in elven), 'you don't follow my goddess! stabby stabby!', A garden gnome is here staring at you with its unblinking eyes. It almost looks like a Wyldess., a gnome's little stabbing knife, A garden gnome says (in elven), 'You follow her too! I love our gnome leader!'. (6/21/2011)
*Katrana during her absence lost part of her Wyld essence. It was stolen from her. Her Hunt retrieved her essence (through two quests), but when it returned to her, she was suddenly a child.
*[[Vale]] showed Katrana a faerie that he had, she since adopted it. She named it Chime, and it lives in her cauldron.
 
== Restrings: ==
=== Wedding Ring: ===
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Aflame) the Huntsman's blood-oath 
The curling tip of a long slashing cut on the palm stains Katrana's skin. 
 

== Personal Timeline: ==
January 22, 2000 - Katrana weds her beloved Rashiel. The ceremony is officiated by Molo. 
January 3, 2001 - Katrana, Grand Shamaness of the Black Conclave, reaches Wa:22 Sh:30, and completes MM#13 
August 25, 2001 - Katrana Apostatizes from the Black Conclave. 
[ 16] Katrana: well rumors about me
Mon Aug 27 10:24:22 2001
To: all
Okay guys, this is just a note to everyone, I am no longer a member of the Black
Conclave. I had just a board note posted, but was told by a memeber, that he had it
removed, so I was to post one here. So I am. I just want to satisfy all rumors
I have left the Black Conclave of Nashite. My reasons, well, let's just say things
change. If you want to know exactly why, ask me directly. I do not want to cause
a spam in notes, so please just ask me, this includes members of the Black Conclave
who did not get to see the note I wrote. Please talk to me. However, it is up to
you if you choose to do so.

Thank you for your attention everyone,
Katrana, Grand Shamaness of umm... well... (we will just leave it at Grand Shamaness:)

August 27, 2001 - Katrana joins the Chosen of Fate. 
September 17, 2001 - Katrana reaches Sh:26\Wa:23. 
September 19, 2001 -Katrana completes MM#26 - a polar bear, #27 - a guard, #28 - a rainbow warrior, and #29 - a fireworm. 
September 25, 2001 - Katrana is named Shamaness Adept in a special ceremony. 
April 23, 2002 - Katrana of Fate regains level 29. 
May 29, 2002 - Katrana gets on the Chosen Fjust by Haunting herself. 
June 07, 2002 - Katrana of Fate reaches Shaman level 30 for the THIRD time, then levels to Wa:24 Sh:30. 
June 16, 2002 - Katrana of Fate levels to Wa:25\Sh:30. 
July 2, 2002 - Katrana and Solaron host a special Fateful Hour. (log) 
July 06, 2002 - Katrana ascends to level Wa:28\Sh:30. 
July 12, 2002 - 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. 
July 13, 2002 - Katrana reaches effective level 40. (Log) 
June 30, 2002 - Katrana: Bladed Wyldess of Azat Sol/Fate/AP, levels to Wa:27 Sh:30. Katrana kills an orog guard for MM#36, and a stone golem for #37. 
August 29, 2002 - Katrana finishes the last three MMs she needs... #48 - Gorlok the Master Slaver, #49 - the instructor )got it with one tick left), and #50 - Lodriss the Myrmidon. 
August 30, 2002 - Solaron & Katrana are wed. (Log) 
September 03, 2002 - Katrana "declares it be nice to newbie day." 
September 08, 2002 - Thargor dies in the Vortex and Katrana of Fate performs the CR. 
September 15, 2002 - Katrana is promoted to Ambassador! (Log) 
October 31, 2002 - Katrana turned 1000 years old today! 
December 7, 2002 - Katrana is promoted to attendant of the WarDancers. 
December 30, 2002 - Katrana reaches 303 hours as an Immortal. 
January 11, 2003 - Katrana is promomoted to DemiGoddess. Her first follower is Solaron, her second is Mordith. Riverwind also joins the Hunt. 
January 18, 2003 - Katrana reports,'TIMELINE NEWS! I did my first immortal rift, hehe'. (Mordith is the lucky recipient) Her temple is also installed. 
January 28, 2003 - Solaron is Ordained by Katrana. 
February 15, 2003 - Katrana reaches Intermediate Power. 
March 9, 2005 - Katrana announces her retirement. 
April 12, 2011 - Katrana comes out of retirement...the Hunt returns. Her first worshipper is Ink. 
November 19, 2011 - Katrana is promoted to Lesser Goddess. 

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

Creation of the Hound

2012-01-22T15:30:37Z

Katrana: Categories

Katrana ran a following quest for her weasels...This helped in the RP progression of a handful of her members (especially one), as well as providing some intrigue for them for the evening. As Wyld as her weasels are, 2 of her Hunt kept stalking each other, one granting a successful Rebirth to the other...

'''Members that took part: Aoide, Tagnik, Myst, Maeron, Pitic, Sagan'''

You ftell, '*You hear your Wyldess scream in pain.*'.

You ftell, '*Check the board notes*'.

[ 5] Katrana: A hound has fallen (Hunt Quest for Quest night!) 
Fri Apr 15 17:34:01 2011 
To followers of: Katrana 
A scroll lays bound tightly at your feet, sealed with blood-red wax. Upon breaking 
the seal you see lines of spidery text that shifts Wyldly even as you read it. The 
page is spattered with what you think are stains made from falling tears. 
 
My lovelies...I write this quickly as I do not have much time. Ashendarei...my hound 
grows weak. Something, someone...has attempted to remove his Thread from the Pattern. 
The Pattern quakes due to this unspeakable attempt. Not even I, the Wyldess, can 
remove a Thread. I worry that my recent re-appearance in the Realm has caused this 
unknown force to strike. I bid each of you to look into this dire matter. I was left 
a note whose cryptic contents I will share...but not here. It is not safe. We have 
no home to call our own yet, meet me where the essence of the Triat is strong...Meet 
me at Lake Hali. Find me there. Make haste. 
 
Aoide ftells, 'shall we go together?'.

Aoide ftells, 'now men, no fighting tonight'.

Aoide ftells, 'we must focus our efforts on whatever is causing our lady pain'.

Sagan ftells, 'You are right'.

SNIPPED HUNTERS TRAVELLING and FTELL SPAM

Katrana sobs holding Ashendarei in her arms.

Aoide gasps in astonishment.

Aoide says (in common), 'is he...still breathing?'.

Katrana nods slowly.

Katrana eyes shift hues from cyan to gold.

Katrana sniffs sadly.

Katrana strokes Ashendarei slowly.

Aoide gets a black laquered ebony and brass clarinet from bag made from dwarven shopkeeper hide.

Ashendarei whimpers and cries for aid.

Aoide holds a black laquered ebony and brass clarinet in her hands.

Aoide plays a slow, forlorn tune.

Aoide says (in common), 'this will perhaps calm him'.

Aoide says (in common), 'it is an old Elvish healing song'.

Aoide plays the final notes and falls silent.

A strong wind stirs the air as you enter the presence of the Wyldess.

Sagan looks at Ashendarei and sighs.

Katrana rests cradling a mottled grey hound...can this truly be Ashendarei?

Beyond the Wyldess is the Pattern, wavering and shimmering with power.

The once-powerful hound lays panting across Katrana, his eyes growing dim.

Tears streak down the face of the Wyldess as she slowly looks up to you.

Katrana whispers, 'My Hunters, you shall seek a way to reverse this sickness...if not reverse, then to rectify.'

Katrana whispers, 'A cryptic message was left...I..'

Ashendarei whimpers and cries in agony.

Aoide winces. Ouch!

Lightning flashes angrily, and thunder crashes in your ears as the Wyldess snarls.

Katrana gently lays Ashendarei down, and rises.

Katrana quickly turns to the Pattern and snatches one of two bone-white Threads.

Katrana recites an incantation you cannot understand.

The alabaster Thread pulses with power before its aura goes dim.

The roses in Katrana's mane start to fall slowly from her hair.

Katrana sighs with exhaustion.

Katrana whispers, 'I am unable to do this myself. I must keep his Thread intact.'

Katrana growls, 'I should not be struggling to do this...I should be able to contain this myself.'

Katrana sighs heavily.

Katrana looks to each of you.

You say, 'I have solved 2 of the riddles...I cannot solve the last. I will post the note now.'.

You say, 'In addition to that riddle, you are required to obtain a weapon.'.

You say, 'Not just a weapon, but one used to spill the blood of the unwilling in unholy rites. '.

You say, 'You shall also slay three...'.

Katrana strains to complete the sentence.

You say, 'Three shamans of significant power. Bring their remains back to here. '.

You say, 'Go my Wyldlings, my Hunters, go with haste.'.

The Wyldess returns to the Hound, the hail turns to rain as she breaks down into tears.

SNIP: HUNTERS LEAVE ON THEIR QUEST

You ftell, '*note posted*'.

[ 6] Katrana: The riddle left... 
Fri Apr 15 17:46:02 2011 
To followers of: Katrana 
Before the mountain of goblins, 
near the ghost of Shudde'Mell 
Liquid spilled yet still contained 
Crimson prize of a Wyld-blessed hermit 

SNIP: LOTS and LOTS OF FTELL DISCUSSION, WHO GETS WHAT, ANSWER TO RIDDLE, ETC

Aoide ftells, 'so was their really blood?'.

Aoide ftells, 'are we intended to drink?'.

You ftell, '*sniffs* It is needed for the ritual.'.

Aoide ftells, 'for me to drink? or intact for something else?'.

Maeron ftells, 'myst is not the mvp btw!'. ((NOTE: My Wyldlings are of course Wyld, and Myst cut Maeron's Thread -during- the quest. Because Maeron summoned him.))

Aoide ftells, 'I do not want to waste anything Ashenderei may need'.

You ftell, 'Bring back to me, once you have the other items...'.

Myst ftells, 'we got teh jar'.

Myst ftells, 'now just need dagger and shamans'.

Aoide ftells, 'now we need a ritual weapon'.

Aoide ftells, 'used to spill blood of the unwilling in an unholy ritual'.

Aoide ftells, 'Tagnik, something awful has happened'.

Aoide ftells, 'we are currently seeking a weapon used in sacrifices'.

Aoide ftells, 'if you know where one is, it would be of great aid to our lady'.

Sagan ftells, 'We have everything except the weapon. '.

SNIP: WEAPON WAS FOUND AND THE HUNT MAKES HASTE BACK TO N'KAI

Aoide taps her temple. ((NOTE: Some took a bit longer to get back...)

Tagnik says (in common), 'Hello, brothers and sisters'.

Aoide says (in common), 'some brains if no experience'.

Katrana sobs quietly.

Katrana strokes Ashendarei's fur softly.

Aoide says (in common), 'my lady, would you like the items at your feet?'.

You shake your head.

You say, 'Hold on to them please'.

Aoide nods.

Aoide is not as dumb as previously indicated (cough Bard quest).

The Frozen Lake Hali 
[Exits: south west] 
Black ice, dark and opaque, extends in a plain about you, 
forming a lake of dark, slick perfection. A sense of dank 
horror overcomes you, begging you not to continue. Mayhap 
you should listen to it ... 

There are lots of indistinct tracks that seem to lead nowhere.

(Invis) (Light Red Aura) Myst is here.
(Light Red Aura) Tagnik is here.
(Light Red Aura) Maeron is here.
(Light Red Aura) Aoide is here.
(Light Red Aura) Sagan is here.

You say, 'We must begin the Rite before it is too late for Ashendarei.'.

You say, 'Sagan has volunteered to be the focus for the spell. Are you all prepared?'.

Sagan nods.

Maeron nods.

Aoide nods.

Tagnik says (in common), 'Yes, m'lady'.

Katrana makes a complicated gesture.

A glowing sigil of azure light springs into existence on the ground.

Katrana gently lowers Ashendarei onto the sigil, her face a mask of pain.

You say, 'Now, my lovelies... let us act quickly.'.

Katrana beckons to her favored Bard. 'Step forward, Aoide.'

Aoide steps forward.

A strand of the Pattern detaches itself and passes across Aoide's face.

Katrana looks sharply at the shimmering Pattern.

Aoide looks at Ashenderei with a worried expression.

Katrana murmurs, 'Interesting... this must be discussed, dear one. But not now...'

You say, 'Have you the answer to the riddle?'.

Aoide says (in common), 'yes'.

You say, 'Please give it to Sagan.'.

Aoide gives a dark red jar to Sagan.

Sagan nods.

You say, 'Sagan, trace the liquid along the Sigil's pattern.'.

Sagan traces the sigil using the remaining blood in the jar.

The Sigil pulses with an eerie hue.

You say, 'Have we the three cut Threads needed?'.

Sagan nods.

You say, 'Place them on the ground.'.

Katrana points to three points of intersections on the glowing sigil.

Sagan drops the corpse of Shar-Ti.

Sagan drops the corpse of the shaman's apprentice.

Sagan drops the corpse of the Shaman of Og.

You say, 'Sagan, do you have the blade?'.

Sagan shakes his head.

Tagnik gives a sacrificial dagger to Sagan.

Sagan says (in common), 'Ah!'.

Sagan thanks Tagnik heartily.

Aoide adjusts the apprentice's corpse slightly to align properly.

Aoide beams a smile at Tagnik.

Sagan thanks Aoide heartily.

You say, 'Spill what remains of their life-essence then.'.

Katrana's eyes shift to a bloody-crimson hue.

Katrana points at the corpses.

Sagan pierces each corpse with the dagger.

Aoide says (in common), 'quickly, Sagan, before they have nothing left!'.

Sagan sacrifices the corpse of the Shaman of Og to Katrana.

Sagan sacrifices the corpse of the shaman's apprentice to Katrana.

Sagan sacrifices the corpse of Shar-Ti to Katrana.

The sigil flares and soaks up the oozing blood.

Ashendarei's limp form takes on a crimson hue.

Katrana perks up as her hound stirs.

Ashendarei struggles to his feet before collapsing again.

The pulsing of the sigil slows as the corpses wither.

You say, 'No! Ashendarei! Sagan, do something....'.

Sagan panics.

Aoide says (in common), 'more blood?'.

Sagan slices his own palm deeply with the dagger.

Sagan places his palm on the sigil.

Katrana gasps.

You say, 'Not that!'.

The sigil explodes with light as Sagan's blood is drawn into the web of energy.

Tagnik says (in common), 'The girl'.

Tagnik points at Aoide accusingly.

Sagan collapses.

Aoide gasps in astonishment.

Ashendarei looks at Sagan and crawls weakly to the fallen dwarf.

The Hound licks at the rough face weakly before his eyes close once more.

The sigil pulses faster, drawing ever more of Sagan's blood, but Ashendarei still lies still.

You say, 'It...it is too late for my Hound. Sagan must be saved.'.

Katrana begins sorting through the Threads on the Pattern behind her.

You say, 'The Wyld has power over Death, but little over life. If only my Sister, the Wyrm, were here.'.

Katrana sheds a blood red tear as she looks to Tagnik.

You say, 'Tagnik, step forward and aid your fallen brother while I try to save at least one of their lives, please.'.

Aoide says (in common), 'she has not been seen for many years'.

Tagnik steps forward.

Tagnik utters the words, 'cure serious'.

Tagnik utters the words, 'cure serious'.

The sigil flares again and Sagan begins to breathe once more as Tagnik draws near.

Ashendarei disappears in an azure flame.

You say, 'Tagnik... how did you do that?'.

Katrana reveals the alabaster thread, now stained with splotches of a dark, emerald green.

You say, 'I... I can not find Sagan's thread, but this is not that of my Hound either.'.

Sagan stands and glances around curiously.

Tagnik says (in common), 'I'm.... not sure'.

Sagan sniffs the air tentatively.

You raise your eyebrow.

Katrana turns her head to one side and glances at Sagan curiously.

You say, 'It can't be.'.

Sagan whines annoyingly. Why don't you slap him?

Tagnik gasps in astonishment.

You say, 'Sagan, do you feel okay?'.

You raise your eyebrow.

Tagnik says (in common), 'You seem different, brother'.

Tagnik looks at Sagan.

Aoide says (in common), 'but, what happened to Ashenderei? The threads, my lady..the emerald..'.

You nod in recognition to her.

Aoide says (in common), 'have you seen it's likeness recently?'.

You say, 'Dear one, I have never seen this.'.

Sagan looks quizzically at Tagnik.

Sagan sits down and thinks deeply.

Sagan licks Tagnik.

Sagan smiles happily.

You say, 'Perhaps my Sister has...she has more experience with Threads...'.

Maeron says (in elven), 'Sagan's a dog?'.

Tagnik says (in common), 'The hound and Sagan have joined... into one?'.

You nod in recognition to him.

Tagnik gasps as he realizes what Sagan did.

Aoide says (in common), 'what are we going to do with Sagan the hound?'.

You say, 'It appears that Ashendarei has merged with Sagan...'.

Aoide says (in common), 'but what will this mean, for Sagan, for Ashendarei?'.

Sagan shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Maeron says (in elven), 'well..he already smelled like a dog'.

You say, 'This will be permanent is my guess, until we can find a way to bring Ashendarei back.'.

Tagnik pulls out a leash and a pooperscooper.

Aoide says (in common), 'can they be separated? SHOULD they be?'.

Sagan growls at Tagnik. Better leave the room before the fighting starts.

Aoide nods in recognition to Maeron.

You say, 'I am not sure as to what damage may occur Aoide.'.

Aoide sits down and thinks deeply.

You say, 'I have never seen two Threads become one...'.

Aoide ftells, 'and Myst of house puppy! What a canine operation we're becoming :)'.

''I just thought that comment was hilarious so I left that one in!''

Sagan utters the words, 'create water'.

You say, 'Threads wrap and become entangled yes...'.

Sagan drinks water from a dark red jar.

Sagan licks his lips and smiles.

Aoide looks closely at Sagan.

You say, 'But never merge...'.

Manatheren emerges from the shadows...

Aoide says (in common), 'we shall have to be satisfied that we have not lost both, then'.

Stalking Sagan...before pouncing on him.

Tagnik says (in common), 'With the merging of threads comes strength. I expect we will be seeing great things from Sagan'.

Sagan is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.

You nod in recognition to her.

Aoide nods in recognition to Tagnik.

You say, 'We have managed to save both...'.

You say, 'And lose both...'.

Sagan ftells, 'I won't be using public channels and stuff, Sagan isn't able to talk anymore FYI'. 
((As an FYI to the realm))

You say, 'I'm not sure what...to think.'.

END OF THE FIRST HUNT QUEST NIGHT 

Ftell spanned after this with, well who was behind the attempt, what is going to happen to Sagan, how could Tagnik do what he did...and not even know it? What is happening to Aoide...

[[Category:Wyld Hunt]]
[[Category:Triat References]]

2012-01-14T17:19:34Z

Katrana: Created page with "Help files from The Final Challenge. Helps describe spells, skills, actions or events within the game."

Help files from The Final Challenge. Helps describe spells, skills, actions or events within the game.

Eathor

2012-01-14T16:56:22Z

Katrana: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|status = Active
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|hometown = [[Og]]
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}
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|followed = [[DarkClaw]] [[Lycron]] [[Isolas]]
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== Mud Contributions: ==

== Current Description: ==
(Description written by [[Cordir]]): 
An extremely unusual ogre stands before you. He is oddly short and lean for his race - you could almost say he was lanky and wiry, rather than a more normal bulky and brooding. He has bathed recently and all of his clothing, from a bright, many-pocketed, blue and green striped robe to the fingerless leather gloves of forest green that match his pants, is well kept and clean. No drool or food stains mar his face - instead, intelligence and sharp awareness of his surroundings are easily seen. His hair, at least, is ogre-ish, in its color and texture: Long and dark, hanging straight down his back. But it, too, is washed and neat. Held carefully in one oddly slender and lithe hand (yet more that is entirely un-Ogre-ish about him) is a hand drum
of sky-blue ceramic. Smiling, he taps on the drum, the beat quick and lively, in a little flourish. 'Eathor,' he says, in a deep, rumbling bass, as a means of introduction. 'Have you heard the song about Nebbin and Kordee?' He begins looking through his many bags, muttering, 'Where did that banjo go...' 
Eathor leads a charmed life.
 

== WHO Lists: ==
08-05-2008 : Ogr [ Bard: 11 10 9 ] Eathor will sing thanks for Bubbles or gifts!
07-24-2010 : Ogr [ Bard: 29 27 24 ] Eathor buys low lvl spell crystals (for lvling) CS
03-25-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 29 24 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar. Sell me spell crystals.
04-05-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 29 27 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar. Sell me spell crystals.
04-08-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 29 28 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar Ninja with Fuscia Swirls.
04-06-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 29 27 ] Eathor is AFK/AFW for a few.
05-01-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 30 29 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar Ninja with Fuchsia Swirls.
06-26-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 30 29 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar Ninja with Fuchsia Swirls.
08-31-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 30 29 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar loves him some chocolate!
11-13-2011 : Ogr [ Bard: 30 30 29 ] Eathor, Crimson Rockstar of the Nashite Magi -BOC-

== Character History: ==
''Marisa’s ghost: Editor’s note: The following is a transcript of the only known interview with Eathor the Crimson Ninja Bard of the Nashite Magi''. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: So, Eathor, I’m glad you agreed to meet with me today. I hope that we will both be able to learn something about each other, and perhaps even gain some insight into what it takes to be an Ogre Bard, eh? Now, why don’t we get started with something relatively easy: Where did you come from?'' 
 
Eathor: Where did I come from? Why would you ask that? 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: People are interested in where we are from! They want to try to find commonalities between themselves and the subjects of my interviews! Why wouldn’t I ask that? Is there a problem? Do you not like talking about your past?'' 
 
Eathor: No, I generally don’t talk about it. Why would I talk about it with you? 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Hey, come on now. You are the one who agreed to meet with me. You obviously knew what this was going to be about. Don’t you think the Realm wishes to know more about such a famous Ogre? Shouldn’t it be reason enough to talk about it to spread the knowledge that not all Ogres are barbaric morons?'' 
 
Eathor: Heh, no, I don’t think that’s a good enough reason. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Fine then. Fine. How about we talk about your exploits? All your travels through the realm, your mobhunts, mobmasteries, location quests, etc?'' 
 
Eathor: Are you serious? No, I’m not going to talk about that either. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Why did you agree to meet with me if you weren’t going to talk about anything!??!'' 
 
Eathor: You really are going to press this issue, aren’t you? OK, fine, I’ll tell you a little something about me. What exactly do you want to know? Be specific, I don’t have time to ramble on to your open ended questions. 
''Marisa’s ghost: I thought I already asked you a specific question: Where are you from?'' 
 
Eathor: Persistent, aren’t you? Fine, I’m from Og. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: That’s it, you’re from Og? Ok….so were you born in Og? Did you grow up in Og? Do you still live in Og? Come on, Eathor! Readers want to know!'' 
 
Eathor: All this talk of Og…an interesting place, Og….years ago….well, years ago, it didn’t exactly look like it looks now…it was more…barbaric. We have huts now you know? Real huts! I mean…roofs over the children’s heads. We have a well! Have you seen the well! And don’t believe the rumors, it is safe to drink. I drink from it all the time, and look at me! Fit as a fiddle….yes, I tell you, growing up in Og was a different thing than the kids have it today. I mean, we didn’t even have a garbage heap when I was growing up! Just refuse strewn throughout the “town” (if you could even call it a town back then)… 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: That is wonderful! Tell me more about “old” Og?'' 
 
Eathor: Well, like I said, it was different. I mean, the way I grew up…you wouldn’t put kids through that these days. I was little. I mean, I’m big now…obviously…but I’m little for an Ogre…and I was really little for an Ogre kid. I guess…well, I guess I got picked on. I used to have to do what all the older kids wanted me to do…well, or they’d hurt me. I mean, let’s just say I was sitting down to enjoy a nice jar of pickled elf ears (one of my favorite treats, by the way!), and some other kid came along. Well, obviously I wasn’t going to get to enjoy those ears! He’d just take them, and then he’d hit me, and I’d start bleeding, and fall down, and then I’d start getting kic…well now! Listen to me ramble, you didn’t ask about me, you asked about “old” Og, eh? 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: No no! That was excellent stuff there, really great . Please, feel free to continue your story.'' 
 
Eathor: No, I think that’s enough talk about my childhood in Og….let’s talk about something else. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Your childhood in Og? You seem to be implying that you didn’t always live in Og? Where else did you live?'' 
 
Eathor: Where else? Why Safehaven of course! 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Safehaven?! How did an ogre child from Og end up in Safehaven? That’s a completely different continent!'' 
 
Eathor: How? Why…I ran away, of course. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Really? That’s very interesting! How old were you? Tell me about it?'' 
 
Eathor: There you go with those open ended questions again….what did I tell you? Well….anyway, I was 8 years old…not even half the size I am now! (hehe) and eager to be away from …well…anyway. I was off to see the world, I was! I left Og, and headed south. It was a few days trip for me before I found anything interesting….and then, all of a sudden, there was Bob! Right there on the beach. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Bob? From the Bait ‘n Boat Shop?'' 
 
Eathor: Exactly the one! Bob is one of my oldest and dearest friends…almost a father to me, really…probably as much of a father as anyone. He found me, half-dead and starving, and took me in. Of course, it didn’t take long before I was eating him out of well, shop and home, heh. The Innkeeper across the way really helped out quite a bit….oddly enough, I don’t even remember his name…anyway, after a couple months, Bob decided he couldn’t just raise me right there on the beach, so he set me up with the ship’s porter, and I took a voyage! Was a pretty interesting ride, I tell you! Most of the passengers didn’t take too well to a young ogre (after a few months with Bob, I wasn’t really so little anymore…at least not compared to you humans! Haha!) living with them shipboard. Anyway, one thing led to another, and Safehaven was my new home! Well, Bob has a friend in Safehaven, Piscador, and he sorta watched out for me for the next couple years. At least, until I was able to take care of myself, which I guess I’ve been doing since I was about 11! 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Piscador?! The fishing supply guy? Well, makes sense I guess that he and Bob would be friends….so how did you go from being raise by fishermen to being a bard, though?'' 
 
Eathor: Well, I guess it was probably Piscador that got me going on telling stories. He was always sitting around listening to the fishermen talk about the huge catches they just missed, and how they were *this* close (Eathor holds his fingers an inch apart) 
Eathor: to catching the monster of the century. How many times I’ve heard of a guy “almost” catching the Great White, or heh, I remember one guy even saying he almost killed the Tempest! Hah, right, the Tempest…. 
(Eathor shakes his head slowly) 
Eathor: Anyway, Piscador would always talk about how much he enjoyed listening to these stories about the one that got away. Well, when the shop was slow, he’d ask me to tell him a story. And I tell you what, the more wild and crazy the story was, the more Piscador liked it! So I guess I just sort of grew into it….telling stories to keep Piscador smiling, and well…traveling like I did shipboard…it just sorta made sense after a while. What else is someone going to do who likes to travel and tell stories? 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: That is amazing! What else did you do in Safehaven?'' 
 
Eathor: No no….no more of those open ended questions, you got me on the last one, but I think that’s about it. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Ok, ok, no more. Where did you move after Safehaven?'' 
 
Eathor: Actually, I think that’s about all we’re going to discuss today. Maybe we’ll talk again another time…goodbye. 
 
''Marisa’s ghost: Editor’s note: At this point in the interview, Eathor simply got up and walked away. I have yet to receive a response to my many responses for a follow-on interview. Perhaps the world will never know any more of the history of this famous Ogre….
''

== Trivia: ==
* Eathor received votes in [[BlissPoll 2011A]], for Smartest Ogre You Know, Best Singer, and Most Helpful.
* Eathor is currently in 5th place in the [[The Great Race]]
* Eathor won first place in the 2011 Thanksgiving Day Quest.
* Eathor won third place in the 2011 Thanksgiving Day Writing Challenge (Character history, above)
 

== Personal Timeline: ==
July 14, 2008: Eathor is created. 
July 15, 2008: Eathor gives worship to [[DarkClaw]], joining the [[KoTE]]. 
August 06, 2008: Eathor earns Bard Council approval for level 10. 
September 13, 2008: Eathor earns Bard Council approval for level 15. 
March 04, 2010: Eathor celebrates his 200th birthday. 
April 03, 2010: Eathor passes Bard Council for level 20 
April 30, 2010: Eathor is reformed from [[DarkClaw]]'s following. 
May 15, 2010: Eathor gives worship to [[Lycron]], joining the [[Crimson Sun]]. 
April 02, 2011: Eathor passes Bard Council for level 25. 
April 29, 2011: Eathor reaches 400 years of age 
September 05, 2011 : Eathor joins the Magi 
December 04, 2011: For his final bardic performance, Eathor has an interactive set of poems to help him unlock a chest: [[Eathor's Quest]]
 
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