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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Thief}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
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|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
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===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) the Amulet of Hate [!emAGNR|AC 0 str:3 dmg:3 svs:-3 luc:-5 5#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) Unwavering Fanaticism [mAEg|AC 4 hr:2 dex:3 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) bulky sleeves of bear fur [m|AC 4 hr:2 dmg:2 svs:-2 5#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the Crest of Cormac [m|AC 5 svs:-3 dmg:2 5#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a pair of diamond studded mithril cufflinks [!gm|AC 0 dmg:4 ma:10 1#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|int:2 ma:10 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
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== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
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10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
09/08/15 : Hel [ Fangs R Us ] Venom. *Kindred*<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu ===<br />
Long Description: A black mask writhing in shadows nearby beckons your attention.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look AKHKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
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* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> <br />
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{{quotable|Cordir asks, 'is Venom threatening you?'.<BR><BR>Theros chuckles, evidently amused.<BR>Theros says (in common), 'Was Venom ever not threatening anyone?'.<BR><BR>Cordir makes a gesture of concession.<BR>|12/30/2014}}<br />
----<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
07/25/2015: Venom requests, and is granted, release from the [[Lost]].<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Spector&diff=18371Spector2016-02-17T06:02:51Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:spector2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Spector - Photo: Courtesy of Nergasm]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Spector<br />
|incarnation = III<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = III: February 14, 2016<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Elf}}<br />
|hometown = [[Loth-Lorien]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/16/16===<br />
<pre><br />
The heavily armored figure before you could be a human or half-elf for all you<br />
can tell at a glance. He keeps every square inch covered in protective metals<br />
at all times, his face visible only through slits in his helm. There is an <br />
awkwardness about him that you cannot pinpoint, something seems wrong with <br />
his very presence. It's as though he is not only from somewhere else, but also<br />
does not belong here at all. He has the nervous eyes of an intruder fearing<br />
he is about to be caught.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/16/16===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 4 hr:3 svs:-1 dmg:1 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 5 dmg:2 svs:-2 hr:3 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> a dark cloak of swirling green and gray [m|AC 6 int:2 wis:1 ma:5 con:2 3#]<br />
<worn around neck> the pale lapis lazuli amulet [m|AC 0 hr:2 con:3 3#]<br />
<worn on body> a titanium breast plate [mm|AC 14 ma:5 12#]<br />
<worn on head> a splint mail helmet [mm|AC 8 wis:4 3#]<br />
<worn on legs> a pair of titanium shin guards [mm|AC 14 dmg:2 6#]<br />
<worn on feet> a pair of studded leather knee-high boots [m|AC 6 dex:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> a pair of ring mail gauntlets [mm|AC 8 con:2 dex:2 6#]<br />
<worn on arms> a pair of silver sleeves [mm|AC 7 hp:20 da:2 ma:15 10#]<br />
<worn as shield> an iron tower shield [mm|AC 9 chr:2 hr:3 25#]<br />
<worn about body> a banded mail sash [mm|AC 5 str:2 con:2 mr:3 10#]<br />
<worn about waist> a ring mail girth [mm|AC 7 int:2 luc:2 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<wielded> a spiked whip [mAGAN|5-10 hr:5 dmg:4 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements [AGAEAN|luc:3 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> Nydia's Mark of Honor [|con:1 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> 2 awards<br />
<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
2016-02-16 : Elf [ Cl: 5 ] Spector<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
Floating in the void was all there ever was. and all he knew. The death cries came like the screams of frightened children<BR><br />
in all directions. The screeching sound of mortal fright never ended, never stopped, and never paused. A constant song of<BR><br />
death that never took a break. It was pleasent to him, for it was all he knew, it was all there had ever been. The only <BR><br />
thought of his own that he ever had was to kill, devour, destroy, and continue through the void, for nothing could ever<BR><br />
be stronger than his eternal hatred for the living. And all in one moment, it was taken away from him...<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Necroport is a dangerous spell, and the shaman casting it clearly was new to the incantations. For rather than transporting<BR><br />
his own body into the shell of decaying flesh, he lost his concentration. But, the magic did not fail him entirely... He had<BR><br />
accidently finished the spell with the final words of the spell 'Haunt'. Normally such a blunder would simply fizzle without<BR><br />
harm, but no.. not this time. Some call it bad luck, others may call it fate, but the ghost floating nearby would need no <BR><br />
such explanations. The Necroport spell fired wildly, mixing with the haunt spell that was so carelessly uttered by the <BR><br />
novice shaman, and the ghost was launched forward into the distance corpse. New life would be a very poor description of the<BR><br />
results of this rising elven corpse. Filled only with the spirit of the undead, 'animated' might be a better way to describe <BR><br />
it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Like a baby thrown into the rapids, the spirit of an evil haunt scrambled to make sense of his sudden new surroundings. Sight<BR><br />
beyond sight was his no more. He was no longer translucent, his weight crippling his movements, gravity dragging him to the<BR><br />
ground. He tried to move but stumbled about weakly, unable to control his new elven form. He prayed to the Destroyer to grant<BR><br />
him flight, and passage through solid barriers, but the Destroyer did not answer his calls.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The realization came all too early and leveled him. He had become that which he hated more than anything.<BR><br />
Ripped from the non-physical plane of existance....<BR><br />
He had been accidentally given life. And as the ghost is given a new purpose in death, had he been given a new purpose in life?<BR><br />
He knew only one thing for certain, his hatred of life had not died, he hated life still, including his own.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Restrings==<br />
<br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
<br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
Due to reasons that are not understood, perhaps related to ghostly origins, Spector cannot communicate verbally.<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Spector&diff=18370Spector2016-02-17T03:47:28Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:spector2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Spector - Photo: Courtesy of Nergasm]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Spector<br />
|incarnation = III<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = III: February 14, 2016<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Elf}}<br />
|hometown = [[Loth-Lorien]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/16/16===<br />
<pre><br />
The heavily armored figure before you could be a human or half-elf for all you<br />
can tell at a glance. He keeps every square inch covered in protective metals<br />
at all times, his face visible only through slits in his helm. There is an <br />
awkwardness about him that you cannot pinpoint, something seems wrong with <br />
his very presence. It's as though he is not only from somewhere else, but also<br />
does not belong here at all. He has the nervous eyes of an intruder fearing<br />
he is about to be caught.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/16/16===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 4 hr:3 svs:-1 dmg:1 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 5 dmg:2 svs:-2 hr:3 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> a dark cloak of swirling green and gray [m|AC 6 int:2 wis:1 ma:5 con:2 3#]<br />
<worn around neck> the pale lapis lazuli amulet [m|AC 0 hr:2 con:3 3#]<br />
<worn on body> a titanium breast plate [mm|AC 14 ma:5 12#]<br />
<worn on head> a splint mail helmet [mm|AC 8 wis:4 3#]<br />
<worn on legs> a pair of titanium shin guards [mm|AC 14 dmg:2 6#]<br />
<worn on feet> a pair of studded leather knee-high boots [m|AC 6 dex:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> a pair of ring mail gauntlets [mm|AC 8 con:2 dex:2 6#]<br />
<worn on arms> a pair of silver sleeves [mm|AC 7 hp:20 da:2 ma:15 10#]<br />
<worn as shield> an iron tower shield [mm|AC 9 chr:2 hr:3 25#]<br />
<worn about body> a banded mail sash [mm|AC 5 str:2 con:2 mr:3 10#]<br />
<worn about waist> a ring mail girth [mm|AC 7 int:2 luc:2 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<wielded> a spiked whip [mAGAN|5-10 hr:5 dmg:4 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements [AGAEAN|luc:3 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> Nydia's Mark of Honor [|con:1 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> 2 awards<br />
<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
2016-02-16 : Elf [ Cl: 5 ] Spector<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
Floating in the void was all there ever was. and all he knew. The death cries came like the screams of frightened children<BR><br />
in all directions. The screeching sound of mortal fright never ended, never stopped, and never paused. A constant song of<BR><br />
death that never took a break. It was pleasent to him, for it was all he knew, it was all there had ever been. The only <BR><br />
thought of his own that he ever had was to kill, devour, destroy, and continue through the void, for nothing could ever<BR><br />
be stronger than his eternal hatred for the living. And all in one moment, it was taken away from him...<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Necroport is a dangerous spell, and the shaman casting it clearly was new to the incantations. For rather than transporting<BR><br />
his own body into the shell of decaying flesh, he lost his concentration. But, the magic did not fail him entirely... He had<BR><br />
accidently finished the spell with the final words of the spell 'Haunt'. Normally such a blunder would simply fizzle without<BR><br />
harm, but no.. not this time. Some call it bad luck, others may call it fate, but the ghost floating nearby would need no <BR><br />
such explanations. The Necroport spell fired wildly, mixing with the haunt spell that was so carelessly uttered by the <BR><br />
novice shaman, and the ghost was launched forward into the distance corpse. New life would be a very poor description of the<BR><br />
results of this rising elven corpse. Filled only with the spirit of the undead, 'animated' might be a better way to describe <BR><br />
it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Like a baby thrown into the rapids, the spirit of an evil haunt scrambled to make sense of his sudden new surroundings. Sight<BR><br />
beyond sight was his no more. He was no longer translucent, his weight crippling his movements, gravity dragging him to the<BR><br />
ground. He tried to move but stumbled about weakly, unable to control his new elven form. He prayed to the Destroyer to grant<BR><br />
him flight, and passage through solid barriers, but the Destroyer did not answer his calls.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The realization came all too early and leveled him. He had become that which he hated more than anything.<BR><br />
Ripped from the non-physical plane of existance....<BR><br />
He had been accidentally given life. And as the ghost is given a new purpose in death, had he been given a new purpose in life?<BR><br />
He knew only one thing for certain, his hatred of life had not died, he hated life still, including his own.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Restrings==<br />
<br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
<br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Spector&diff=18369Spector2016-02-17T03:46:19Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:spector2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Spector - Photo: Courtesy of Nergasm]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Spector<br />
|incarnation = III<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = III: February 14, 2016<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Elf}}<br />
|hometown = [[Loth-Lorien]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/16/16===<br />
<pre><br />
The heavily armored figure before you could be a human or half-elf for all you<br />
can tell at a glance. He keeps every square inch covered in protective metals<br />
at all times, his face visible only through slits in his helm. There is an <br />
awkwardness about him that you cannot pinpoint, something seems wrong with <br />
his very presence. It's as though he is not only from somewhere else, but also<br />
does not belong here at all. He has the nervous eyes of an intruder fearing<br />
he is about to be caught.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/16/16===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 4 hr:3 svs:-1 dmg:1 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 5 dmg:2 svs:-2 hr:3 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> a dark cloak of swirling green and gray [m|AC 6 int:2 wis:1 ma:5 con:2 3#]<br />
<worn around neck> the pale lapis lazuli amulet [m|AC 0 hr:2 con:3 3#]<br />
<worn on body> a titanium breast plate [mm|AC 14 ma:5 12#]<br />
<worn on head> a splint mail helmet [mm|AC 8 wis:4 3#]<br />
<worn on legs> a pair of titanium shin guards [mm|AC 14 dmg:2 6#]<br />
<worn on feet> a pair of studded leather knee-high boots [m|AC 6 dex:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> a pair of ring mail gauntlets [mm|AC 8 con:2 dex:2 6#]<br />
<worn on arms> a pair of silver sleeves [mm|AC 7 hp:20 da:2 ma:15 10#]<br />
<worn as shield> an iron tower shield [mm|AC 9 chr:2 hr:3 25#]<br />
<worn about body> a banded mail sash [mm|AC 5 str:2 con:2 mr:3 10#]<br />
<worn about waist> a ring mail girth [mm|AC 7 int:2 luc:2 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]<br />
<wielded> a spiked whip [mAGAN|5-10 hr:5 dmg:4 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements [AGAEAN|luc:3 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> Nydia's Mark of Honor [|con:1 5#]<br />
<worn with pride> 2 awards<br />
<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
2016-02-16 : Elf [ Cl: 5 ] Spector<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
Floating in the void was all there ever was. and all he knew. The death cries came like the screams of frightened children<BR><br />
in all directions. The screeching sound of mortal fright never ended, never stopped, and never paused. A constant song of<BR><br />
death that never took a break. It was pleasent to him, for it was all he knew, it was all there had ever been. The only <BR><br />
thought of his own that he ever had was to kill, devour, destroy, and continue through the void, for nothing could ever<BR><br />
be stronger than his eternal hatred for the living. And all in one moment, it was taken away from him...<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Necroport is a dangerous spell, and the shaman casting it clearly was new to the incantations. For rather than transporting<BR><br />
his own body into the shell of decaying flesh, he lost his concentration. But, the magic did not fail him entirely... He had<BR><br />
accidently finished the spell with the final words of the spell 'Haunt'. Normally such a blunder would simply fizzle without<BR><br />
harm, but no.. not this time. Some call it bad luck, others may call it fate, but the ghost floating nearby would need no <BR><br />
such explanations. The Necroport spell fired wildly, mixing with the haunt spell that was so carelessly uttered by the <BR><br />
novice shaman, and the ghost was launched forward into the distance corpse. New life would be a very poor description of the<BR><br />
results of this rising elven corpse. Filled only with the spirit of the undead, 'animated' might be a better way to describe <BR><br />
it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Like a baby thrown into the rapids, the spirit of an evil haunt scrambled to make sense of his sudden new surroundings. Sight<BR><br />
beyond sight was his no more. He was no longer translucent, his weight crippling his movements, gravity dragging him to the<BR><br />
ground. He tried to move but stumbled about weakly, unable to control his new elven form. He prayed to the Destroyer to grant<BR><br />
him flight, and passage through solid barriers, but the Destroyer did not answer his calls.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The realization came all too early and leveled him. He had become that which he hated more than anything.<BR><br />
Ripped from the non-physical plane of existance....<BR><br />
He had been accidentally given life. And as the ghost is given a new purpose in death, had he been given a new purpose in life?<BR><br />
He knew only one thing for certain, his hatred of life had not died, he hated life still, including his own.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Restrings==<br />
<br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
<br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Spector&diff=18368Spector2016-02-17T02:37:08Z<p>Kylor: Created page with "File:Spector2.jpg"</p>
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<div>[[File:Spector2.jpg]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Spector2.jpg&diff=18367File:Spector2.jpg2016-02-17T02:36:28Z<p>Kylor: Spector</p>
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<div>Spector</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=18366Venom2016-02-17T02:24:44Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Thief}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) the Amulet of Hate [!emAGNR|AC 0 str:3 dmg:3 svs:-3 luc:-5 5#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) Unwavering Fanaticism [mAEg|AC 4 hr:2 dex:3 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) bulky sleeves of bear fur [m|AC 4 hr:2 dmg:2 svs:-2 5#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the Crest of Cormac [m|AC 5 svs:-3 dmg:2 5#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a pair of diamond studded mithril cufflinks [!gm|AC 0 dmg:4 ma:10 1#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|int:2 ma:10 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
09/08/15 : Hel [ Fangs R Us ] Venom. *Kindred*<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu ===<br />
Long Description: A black mask writhing in shadows nearby beckons your attention.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
(Written by [[Cordir]])<BR><br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> <br />
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{{quotable|Cordir asks, 'is Venom threatening you?'.<BR><BR>Theros chuckles, evidently amused.<BR>Theros says (in common), 'Was Venom ever not threatening anyone?'.<BR><BR>Cordir makes a gesture of concession.<BR>|12/30/2014}}<br />
----<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
07/25/2015: Venom requests, and is granted, release from the [[Lost]].<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
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[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Stats&diff=18268Stats2016-01-06T02:35:29Z<p>Kylor: aara con MAX is 16</p>
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<div>STR = [[Strength]] - A rating of how strong you are.<BR><br />
INT = [[Intelligence]] - A rating of your learning capacity.<BR><br />
WIS = [[Wisdom]] - A rating of your judgment.<BR><br />
DEX = [[Dexterity]] - A rating of your agility.<BR><br />
CON = [[Constitution]] - A rating of your health.<BR><br />
CHR = [[Charisma]] - A rating of your influence.<BR><br />
LUC = [[Luck]] - A rating of how random events affect you (for and against).<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Just because your stats are at MAX, does not mean you don't need to wear any of the stat. Racial maximums for each stat vary from race to race (see help race<attribute> for racial comparisons) so depending on your stat rating (LOW, BAVG, AVG, AAVG, HIGH or MAX) you will need to adjust the amount of a given stat you wear. As an easy point of reference, all humans at MAX in any stat require 7 for "perfect" (the maximum amount of that stat your character can wear while still gaining bonuses from that stat).<BR><br />
<br />
When looking at the help race<attribute> charts, an easy way to figure out how much YOU need to wear is by comparing with humans. Each spot lower than humans will require one more of the stat at MAX, and the inverse for races higher on the chart. Finally, once you've determined how much you would need to wear at MAX, you can work backwards adding on stat points required for each level below MAX you are.<BR><br />
== Racial Max Stats ==<br />
''(From Corri's TFC Wiki)''<br><br><br />
Summary Charts – Racial MAXimums<br />
<br />
This chart provides a summary of the Racial MAX<br />
of each stat(without equipment).<br />
<br />
{|class = "wikitable sortable"<br />
!Race<br />
!STR<br />
!INT<br />
!DEX<br />
!CON<br />
!LUC<br />
!WIS<br />
!CHR<br />
!Special<br />
|-<br />
|Aar||16||19||21||16||18||18||18||Can Fly<br />
|-<br />
|Dwa||19||18||16||20||17||20||17||Rumored +da<br />
|-<br />
|Elf||17||20||20||16||18||17||20||Faster Mana Recovery<br />
|-<br />
|Gia||21||17||16||19||19||18||17||Rumored +mr<br />
|-<br />
|Gno||18||20||17||19||20||16||18||Rumored +da<br />
|-<br />
|Hel||17||19||19||17||21||18||19||+1 train<br />
|-<br />
|Hlf||17||17||20||17||21||19||19||Thief Affinity<br />
|-<br />
|Hum||18||18||18||18||18||18||18||+2 trains<br />
|-<br />
|Min||19||19||17||20||14||15||16||Rumored trip less<br />
|-<br />
|Ogr||21||16||16||22||15||15||15||Rumored +dmg to non ogres<br />
|-<br />
|Sah||17||20||21||16||18||18||17||Can Swim<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
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Scores rolled at MAX during character creation *can* be higher than the listed values. I have seen a MAXed stat (specifically luck) drop and still be MAX. LOW is also a range, being anywhere from BAVG-1 to, I would assume (but have not confirmed), 3.<BR><br />
It looks to me like the racial relationships have changed, in some cases fairly drastically (elves ranking 8th in LUC would MAX at 14, not 18, for example).<br />
According to the methods Corri used, the races I have looked at would have the following MAX stats (I assume human baseline is the same):<BR><BR><br />
Hum: STR: 18 INT: 18 WIS: 18 DEX: 18 CON: 18 CHA: 18 LUC: 18<BR> <br />
Aar: STR: 16 INT: 19 WIS: 17 DEX: 21 CON: 16 CHA: 18 LUC: 14<BR><br />
Elf: STR: 17 INT: 22 WIS: 17 DEX: 18 CON: 17 CHA: 19 LUC: 14<BR><br />
Gia: STR: 21 INT: 20 WIS: 15 DEX: 16 CON: 18 CHA: 17 LUC: 17<BR><br />
Hel: STR: 17 INT: 21 WIS: 17 DEX: 17 CON: 17 CHA: 16 LUC: 21<BR><br />
Sah: STR: 17 INT: 17 WIS: 19 DEX: 20 CON: 17 CHA: 16 LUC: 16<BR><BR><br />
<BR><BR><br />
I can also confirm that at least some of the stat descriptions (BAVG, AVG, etc) are no longer a single point. I have seen BAVG and AVG each remain unchained through 3 trains, and AAVG and HIGH both change to the next stat after only one train was used (the stat was AVG when 3 trains were used and ended up at MAX).<br />
<br />
== Training Your Stats ==<br />
''(From the TFC For Newbies website, by [[Nyx]])''<BR><BR><br />
Trains are used to increase your stats. You will start with a few of them, 2 to 4 depending on your race, and with luck you will occasionally get one when you level. They are uncommon, though, so be careful not to waste them. Prior to level 12, your stats are still shifting of their own accord, so using a train merely effects the potential of that stat. Training after level 11 affects the stat itself, so most people wait until then. That way they don't end up wasting a train on a stat that was going to end up at its maximum anyway. The choice, however, is up to you. You can find out how many trains you have by checking your score and finding the line that looks like this: <BR><BR><br />
You have 2 training sessions remaining.<BR><BR><br />
To use a train you must first find a special mob that is a trainer. If you are under level 5 you can train with the individual who watches over your class’ section of Camp Tolanrael. If you are level 5 or bigger then your best bet is to find the trainer in your hometown. All hometowns have one. They are usually well-traveled and respected members of their society. You know you have found a trainer if you type TRAIN and see something like this: <BR><BR><br />
''You have 2 training sessions.''<BR><br />
''You can train: str int wis dex con chr.''<BR><BR><br />
If you type TRAIN and are told “You can’t do that here” then you’ll need to keep looking. If you are having trouble finding the trainer in your hometown, ask for help. <BR><BR><br />
Once you have found a trainer and you are ready to train a stat, all you have to do is type TRAIN , where is the abbreviation for the stat you want to have increased. You cannot train luck or any stats that are already at their maximum. <BR><BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=18159Venom2015-10-18T01:15:58Z<p>Kylor: /* Current Set: 02/12/15 */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
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|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) the Amulet of Hate [!emAGNR|AC 0 str:3 dmg:3 svs:-3 luc:-5 5#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) Unwavering Fanaticism [mAEg|AC 4 hr:2 dex:3 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) bulky sleeves of bear fur [m|AC 4 hr:2 dmg:2 svs:-2 5#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the Crest of Cormac [m|AC 5 svs:-3 dmg:2 5#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a pair of diamond studded mithril cufflinks [!gm|AC 0 dmg:4 ma:10 1#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|int:2 ma:10 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
09/08/15 : Hel [ Fangs R Us ] Venom. *Kindred*<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu ===<br />
Long Description: A black mask writhing in shadows nearby beckons your attention.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
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==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
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* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> <br />
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{{quotable|Cordir asks, 'is Venom threatening you?'.<BR><BR>Theros chuckles, evidently amused.<BR>Theros says (in common), 'Was Venom ever not threatening anyone?'.<BR><BR>Cordir makes a gesture of concession.<BR>|12/30/2014}}<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
07/25/2015: Venom requests, and is granted, release from the [[Lost]].<br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=18158Venom2015-10-18T01:00:47Z<p>Kylor: /* Restrings */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
09/08/15 : Hel [ Fangs R Us ] Venom. *Kindred*<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu ===<br />
Long Description: A black mask writhing in shadows nearby beckons your attention.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> <br />
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{{quotable|Cordir asks, 'is Venom threatening you?'.<BR><BR>Theros chuckles, evidently amused.<BR>Theros says (in common), 'Was Venom ever not threatening anyone?'.<BR><BR>Cordir makes a gesture of concession.<BR>|12/30/2014}}<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
07/25/2015: Venom requests, and is granted, release from the [[Lost]].<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17613Venom2015-02-12T19:51:37Z<p>Kylor: /* Personal Timeline: */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17612Venom2015-02-12T19:51:09Z<p>Kylor: /* Personal Timeline: */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
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10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
02/09/2015: Venom reaches effective 50! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17611Venom2015-02-12T19:47:30Z<p>Kylor: /* Current Set: 02/12/15 */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
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}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
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* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17610Venom2015-02-12T19:38:07Z<p>Kylor: /* Mud Contributions: */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
Created and hosted the first annual [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]<br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Invis) (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Invis) (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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<BR><br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
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* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
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10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
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[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=The_Kindred_Masquerade_Ball&diff=17607The Kindred Masquerade Ball2015-02-12T19:26:13Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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>note read 10<BR><br />
[ 10] Venom: An Invitation.<BR><br />
Mon Dec 8 15:02:54 2014<BR><br />
To: all<BR><br />
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** **<br />
** First Annual Kindred Masquerade Ball **<br />
** **<br />
** A Celebration of **<br />
** EVIL **<br />
** **<br />
** **<br />
** All are invited to attend the dance **<br />
** in the Entrance to Temple Courtyard **<br />
** (Saturday Dec 20th, 6pm. EST) **<br />
** **<br />
** **<br />
** Music and drinks will be provided **<br />
** Formal dress and Masks are encouraged **<br />
** **<br />
** **<br />
** PRIZES FOR: **<br />
** **<br />
** - Best Dressed (most evil...) **<br />
** - Best Dressed Zombie **<br />
** - Highest Level Charmie **<br />
** - Most Evil Restring **<br />
** **<br />
** Prizes include cash, spheres, and +6's **<br />
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<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'As with any good Masquerade, Madam... All is not what it seems.. *cackle!*'.<BR><br />
<br />
[[Category:Logs]]<br />
[[Category:RP]]<br />
<br />
==The Evening Begins - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Entrance to Temple Courtyard<BR><br />
[Exits: west up]<BR><br />
You stand before a very ornate staircase. The solid marble steps and<BR><br />
polished oak railing lend strength to the temple atmosphere. At the<BR><br />
top of the stairs you can see the beginning of the courtyard.<BR><br />
(Token magic) A magical spring flows from the ground here.<BR><br />
Made of heavy wood, ornately carved, with a marble top, a formal dining table rests here.<BR><br />
(Dark Purple Aura) Venom is here.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gasps in astonishment.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gossips (in common), 'Evening, DarkClaw.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends a hand to greet you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You raise your eyebrow at him.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Is something wrong?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'No, Madam... Everything is fine.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw glances at your hand, hesitating before offering her own.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gossip, 'Good evening!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom takes your hand gently and raises it to his lips, bowing slightly downward.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You look ravishing, my Queen.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles a bit awkwardly at Venom's peculiar behavior. "Thank you, Venom."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom pulls out a chair with his free hand and gestures you, 'be seated'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smooths her skirts down and lowers herself onto the seat, tucking her legs in front of the chair.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Madam, not to offend but this ball was meant to be a civilized event.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Why are you wielding weapons?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You chuckle.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Angriff.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Out of habit. Thank you for pointing that out.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Welcome, Angriff. Please be seated.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Angriff.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You stop using a long, slender dagger, shaped like a fang.<BR><br />
You stop using a slim, deadly longsword of carved bone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I am planning on enjoying a long dinner, perhaps more guests will attend the dance later.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw lets her gaze trail over you slowly and appreciatively. "We can hope."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
< l Venom<BR><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<BR><br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<BR><br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<BR><br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<BR><br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<BR><br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<BR><br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<BR><br />
ready to rip you apart.<BR><br />
Venom leads a charmed life.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<BR><br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<BR><br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<BR><br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<BR><br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<BR><br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You'll notice I've worn my best dancing shoes....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw grins, her fangs catching the light for a brief moment. "I see. And a rather yummy pair of pants as well."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'If you think they look good on me, you should see how they look on the floor.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'There is a dinner at the entrance to temple courtyard, if you care to attend.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Raage.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw shifts in her seat a bit, getting more comfy.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom shakes Raage's hand.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Greetings'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom shakes Pie's hand.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie bows before you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Greetings'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Hello!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Please, gentlemen, be seated'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There is plenty of food on the table'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie pulls up a chair at the table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Raage.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Good evening. Pie.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie whistles appreciatively.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'love me some soufflé.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Good evening, Raage.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage gets a chocolate soufflé from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage says (in common), 'ditto....I like to start with dessert'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage eats a chocolate soufflé.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage bows before you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Raage, I must say... That is an interesting piece of head wear'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gets a chocolate soufflé from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
Pie eats a chocolate soufflé.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at Raage.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage grins evilly.<BR><br />
Raage wears (Bloodied) Carney Clown Costume on his body.<BR><br />
Raage wears (Laughing Maniacally) Creepy Carnival Clown Cowl on his head.<BR><br />
Raage wears (Constricting) a dark purple thread on his left finger.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom pulls out a chair for each of you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage lights a spinning blue spindle and holds it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'I apologize for not dressing for the occasion. It was a last minute decision to come.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Raage.<BR><br />
Venom looks at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage wears a pair of diamond studded mithril cufflinks around his left wrist.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie didn't think he'd be able to make it, but turns out!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Pie, if you don't mind, this is intended to be a civilized event. Could you please not wield a weapon.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie raises an eyebrow.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Interesting.'.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'But sure.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Thank you.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'He even asked me to remove mine.'.<BR><br />
You grin evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage chuckles, evidently amused.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I find it difficult to relax when folks are holding weapons.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie hangs the cudgel on his belt next to his newly acquired mourning star. <BR><br />
Pie stops using a knotted cudgel.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at Venom.<BR><br />
Pie looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie notes the shoes and wonders if he will witness Venom dancing this evening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There will be dancing.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I hired a musician, but I fear he may have lost his way'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom whistles appreciatively.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie frowns.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff arrives from above.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at Angriff.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff leaves up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'That is a madman'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Why do you say that?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'He rushes about so angrily'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Aphelion, will you be joining us for dinner?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Aphelion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion answers simply, 'Yes.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Aphelion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff looks at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion makes a brief, almost military-like bow, her eyes maintaining contact with yours.<BR><br />
Aphelion coughs.<BR><br />
Aphelion drops into a low, formal curtsey.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You look wonderful.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at Aphelion.<BR><br />
Pie beams a smile at Aphelion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion says (in common), 'Thank you.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'the feathers!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends a hand to Aphelion in greeting.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion accepts the hand, if warily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Angriff leaves west.<BR><br />
> > Angriff: Quit <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion squeezes it in polite social greeting, then releases it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom uses his free hand to pull out a chair and gestures, 'please, sit.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion glances at Pie and smiles a little. "Feathers. Indeed."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie smirks.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie thinks back a few minutes earlier when he saw under the feathers.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie chuckles at his own joke, since none of you would.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion turns and bows.. curtseys.. formally before the Kindred Queen first, then takes her seat.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage arrives from the west.<BR><br />
The zombie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
The zombie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
The zombie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at the zombie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion looks at the zombie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'No offense attended, but I happened to walk in on her changing into her costume....she was wearing nothing but a pair of bracelets.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage snickers softly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'intended....goodness, there must be booze in that soufflé...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom snickers softly.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'How fortunate.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie nods in recognition to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l Aphelion<BR><br />
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a<br />
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if<br />
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent<br />
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a<br />
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an<br />
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.<br />
<br />
Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.<br />
Aphelion is in perfect health.<br />
<br />
Aphelion is using:<br />
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost<br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds<br />
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather<br />
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers<br />
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice<br />
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers<br />
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings<br />
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak<br />
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles<br />
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles<br />
<wielded> a raven's claw<br />
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel<br />
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles at Aphelion, pleased at her presence. "Good evening, Aphelion. You look lovely."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'I thought so.....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion glances over at Pie, head tilting to one side. 'I'm certain you survived the experience.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie chuckles, evidently amused.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage says (in common), 'I brought 'entertainment''.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Oh good.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'I tried to be polite, and left the room. (though, not after turning back for an eye-full.)'.<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I ate the entertainment that I originally had in mind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie glances at Venom.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'interesting...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion inclines her head in acknowledgement of the Goddess's words. 'My thanks, Lady.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion looks at you.<BR><br />
Aphelion looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks to Raage curiously, wondering what he has in store.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l raage<BR><br />
On a long and lonesome highway <BR><br />
West of Midguard<BR><br />
You can listen to your footsteps<BR><br />
Padding up north to Ofcol<BR><br />
You can think about that mage mob<BR><br />
Or the orc you knew the night before<BR><br />
But your thoughts will soon be wandering<BR><br />
Back to Guild Hall<BR><br />
When you're sitin' by the Pit<BR><br />
Waiting for some spare EQ<BR><br />
You don't feel much like goldin'<BR><br />
And the randoms are too few<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Here I am<BR><br />
On the MUD again<BR><br />
There I am<BR><br />
Set for the PK<BR><br />
Here I go<BR><br />
Playing TFC again<BR><br />
There I go<BR><br />
Killing a Mage<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage has a special twinkle in his eye.<br />
Raage is slightly injured.<br />
<br />
Raage is using<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Constricting) a dark purple thread<br />
<worn on body> (Red Aura) (Potent magic) (Bloodied) Carney Clown Costume<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) (Laughing Maniacally) Creepy Carnival Clown Cowl<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a pair of diamond studded mithril cufflinks<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> a badge, 3 pins, 16 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion looks at Raage.<BR><br />
Aphelion shudders from the sheer thought of it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion looks at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Lexie: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie cants, 'I think I misread time ??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage says (in common), 'tis a shame I cannot order them to actually sing or play their instruments'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sniffs his black daisy lightly and glances sidelong around the room.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom cants, 'Come, dinner is about to start'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l Pie<BR><br />
You see a Mincemeat Pie.....apparently.<BR><br />
Pie is in perfect health.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Swirling) a ring of black smoke<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Powerful magic) a golden lavaliere<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Potent magic) a Necklace of Fangs<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Invis) (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the enchanted suit of leather<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) an adamantite helmet<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Potent magic) leg wraps of cured dauskdraug hide<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of silver boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Humming) a pair of talon extenders<BR><br />
<worn on arms> The Emerald Vambraces<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Potent magic) a druidwood buckler<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Powerful magic) a leaf mail sash<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a shendyt of fine flax linen<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a silver bracer<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a wide scarab cuff bracelet of opal<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a medal, 4 pins, 8 ribbons<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gossip, 'You did not miss it. Dinner is about to start!'.<BR><br />
You gossip, 'Come join us.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'ok well I have to get dressed!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Yes yes, I know, I didn't exactly dress for the occasion, but can you really be upset about Mincemeat Pie showing up to a party??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gossip, 'Hurry. Your food will grow cold.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie will be along shortly, then perhaps if you are all settled we can toast, and eat.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I like it cold'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You laugh at Pie mercilessly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'I thought it was chocolate cream.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You sniff sadly at the way he is treating you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Sometimes, Lady DarkClaw....sometimes.'.<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion says (in common), 'Pie, perhaps you could offer me some small kindness, after walking in on my dressing..'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion follows Pie.<BR><br />
Pie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'And what could I do?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Aphelion tells Pie (in common), 'would you mind escorting me back to Wendell?'.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie stands up.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'of course.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie bows deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie leaves west.<BR><br />
Aphelion leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I dread to think of what sort of kindness she has in mind...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage chuckles, evidently amused.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Be gentle on him... *wink*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Aphelion's Exit - Log by Aphelion==<br />
<BR><br />
Pie leaves east.<BR><br />
You follow Pie.<BR><br />
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority<BR><br />
[Exits: west]<BR><br />
Pie is here.<BR><br />
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod.<BR><br />
You stop following Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), '.. turn your back this time.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie turns.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
>rem all<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You give a calling card to Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
(She drops all the items of her costume to the floor, and begins donning her armor.)<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Be gentle on him... *wink*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
Pie glances over his shoulder.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'And this is for?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'IF all the Kindred are celebrating, someone has to be on guard.'.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I have made my appearance.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly at you.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Ahha. Party going is not your favorite thing?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie chuckles, evidently amused.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'it is not.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at you.<BR><br />
Pie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Yes, that outfit fits you better.'.<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'You seem more at home'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
>sac all<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Aphelion makes a brief, almost military-like bow, her eyes maintaining contact with yours.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
>w.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Returning to the Party - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
You ponder the question.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'I'm curious.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom raises an eyebrow.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw leans over and whispers to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You [GS] tell Venom, 'I will admit that I am anxious to have my body against yours.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom smiles slightly and murmurs, 'I know....'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Aphelion: Quit <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom cants, 'Lexie, my food is getting cold.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie cants, 'omg I’m a hoarder hang on'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom beams a smile at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Welcome back.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Lady Aphelion had to leave apparently.'.<BR><br />
Pie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Oh my.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You frown. What's bothering you?<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I was hoping she would have stayed for dinner.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'speaking of which, is it too early to eat?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I was waiting for Lexi'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Pharuin: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'But I have no idea what is taking her'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Women....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Did Aphelion mention why she would not be attending?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'takes them forever to change.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Raage is visiting the void, he will return.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage has returned from the void.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'I think she just stuck her head in to make an appearance.....I don't think parties are exactly her scene.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom nods in recognition to Raage.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'A lot of dressing up for a short appearance.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom shrugs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I clearly do not understand that woman.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Welcome back Raage.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom cants, 'Lexie, we are all waiting on you'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Raage, would you mind making us more musical zombies?'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'For use later?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie cants, 'Oh my goodness have you never waited on a woman to get dressed'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom cants, 'By the time she is getting dressed, I'm usually gone.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Or perhaps Pie could make them?'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Since Raage seems to be, unavailable.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Orchestral music swells up, softly, pleasing to the ear.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles faintly at hearing the strings begin.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> An ornate marble top dining table contains:<BR><br />
( 8) a chocolate soufflé [|3#]<BR><br />
( 5) a glass of strawberry wine [|1#]<BR><br />
( 5) A chilled glass of white wine <BR><br />
( 5) a fillet steak [|2#]<BR><br />
( 5) a roast pheasant [|1#]<BR><br />
( 5) a rabbit roast [|5#]<BR><br />
( 8) a roasted chicken [|3#]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie is so excited that she cheers just for the hell of it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie poses.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You must stop hiding if you wish to be seen'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh'.<BR><br />
Lexie blushes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone utters the words, 'faerie fire'.<BR><br />
Lexie is surrounded by a pink outline.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'doh!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, you look stunning.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie curtseys gracefully.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Why thank you!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Good evening, Lexie!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends his hand to Lexie in greeting.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l Lexie<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You see before you a petite young woman with long blonde hair.<BR><br />
Her dark blue eyes scan the horizon, as if she is looking<BR><br />
for something ... or someone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie has a special twinkle in her eye.<BR><br />
Lexie is in perfect health.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (seared) a ring-shaped scar<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a delicate yet seductive perfume<BR><br />
<worn on body> a French Maid's Outfit<BR><br />
<worn on head> a bloodstained white maid's cap with a pert white lace veil<BR><br />
<worn on legs> some white lace stockings<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Artifact magic) a pair of black leather stiletto heels<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Artifact magic) The Emerald Vambraces<BR><br />
<worn about body> a blood-spattered white lace apron<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Artifact magic) a tightly laced white velvet waist cincher<BR><br />
<wielded> a cleaver<BR><br />
<held> a bloody feather duster<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Glowing) the Brooch of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Glowing) the Brooch of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn with pride> 5 medals, 2 badges, 16 pins, 18 ribbons<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'hhmm'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie kisses Venom's hand. How continental!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom pulls out a chair for Lexie and gestures, ' please sit '<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie shakes Venom's hand.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Raage.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw murmurs, "Venom, could I have some wine, please?"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie looks at Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I don't mean to be rude, Lexie.. but, this is intended to be a civilized event, could you please not wield a weapon?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Evening, Lexie.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'French Maid? Very nice.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Ohhh fine'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie stops using a cleaver.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gives you a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a glass of strawberry wine from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Thank you.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom takes the head of the table and raises his wine glass.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw crosses her legs and leans back against the chair, letting her gaze roam over the occupants of the room.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'I suppose that is a little more party like!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Pie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==A Toast as Dinner is Served - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I toast to the Kindred Queen and all her kind. I thank you all for joining me in this celebration of evil.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom drinks wine from a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage gets a glass of strawberry wine from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage joins the toast.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage drinks wine from a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Ooh'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gets a glass of strawberry wine from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie drinks wine from a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw tilts her head in acknowledgement of Venom's toast. "Thank you, Venom. I'm glad you could all join us."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You drink wine from a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gets a glass of strawberry wine from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie drinks wine from a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'Lovely toast.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Please, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the meal.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a fillet steak from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage gets a fillet steak from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You cant, 'Pharuin, are you coming to dinner?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gets a fillet steak from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
Pie eats a fillet steak.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage gets a roast pheasant from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
Raage eats a roast pheasant.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage eats a fillet steak.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gets a roast pheasant from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie says (in common), 'excellent.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie eats a roast pheasant.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Thank you for a lovely meal'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom slices a portion of steak, blood still dripping.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom nods in recognition to Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom eats a fillet steak.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage is feeling content.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie wonders at Venom, mumbling, "slicing food? He is civilized..."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gets a roast pheasant from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw's nostrils flare and her gaze snaps to the bloodied steak hanging from the utensils.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie eats a roast pheasant.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I was hoping for dinner conversation someone might have a tale to tell of the Kindred.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a fillet steak from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie begs Venom for forgiveness.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Does anyone have an old tale about the Kindred that they can share?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Kevaar: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage was never part of the Kindred, unfortunately.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ftell, 'Kevaar!'.<BR><br />
You ftell, 'Come join us for dinner if you would.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Greetings, Kevaar.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie just recalls Lord Khore slaying her repeatedly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage ftells, 'welcome Kevaar'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Please, do tell...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar ftells, 'Evening'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You grin evilly at her.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'He was good for that.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh he never needed a reason...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar ftells, 'if it is potluck, then I need to go steak a village first'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Dinner has just begun at the temple courtyard.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ftell, '*chuckle* We have food here.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'It just seemed to happen, through no fault of my own'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'The food is on the table, but feel free to bring steak if you wish'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar nods in recognition to Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ftell, 'Venom took rather good care of all of us.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends a hand in greeting to Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage ftells, 'indeed'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage beams a smile at Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'very purple room'.<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'your pink almost makes it, Lexie'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom pulls out a chair for Kevaar and gestures, 'be seated'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom returns to his own seat.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom rests.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'I just left a party. Pelias was there. He mentioned an Imm named Siren I think'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Interesting.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Where was this party?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'at a heretic's house'.<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'my brother is probably chaotic good'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Of all the goods I find the chaotic most amusing'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l Kevaar<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar is a little pale, even by elven standards, and the dark circles around his eyes nearly steal the glimmer of entertainment in his eyes.<BR><br />
Kevaar is in perfect health.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Weak magic) (Glowing) the light of a lost soul<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a spider-shaped ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the fiery bloodstone ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Powerful magic) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the intricate diamond amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) a reinforced leather shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a jaunty aviator's helmet and goggles<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of reinforced leather leggings<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) stout brown leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of spiked knuckles<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) a set of carved ivory armbands<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the assassin's cape<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) an aquadragon hide apron<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<BR><br />
<wielded> (Powerful magic) a long silver saber<BR><br />
<wielded off-hand> (Moderate magic) a broad sword<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Agriculture Minister's Symbol of Office<BR><br />
<worn with pride> 2 awards<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'It is good to see you again, Kevaar. It's been a while.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Samiyah: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom slices a portion of bloody steak, blood squirting onto the table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom eats a fillet steak.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks around.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'my lawful evil wife pulled me back toward Warcraft'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom comforts Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar ponders if all wives are technically evil.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom agrees with Kevaar 100%.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smirks.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie runs a finger through the blood spatter on the table and licks her finger.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie licks her lips and smiles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, you mentioned Khore earlier.. Did you know him well?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Not of Kindred times'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I see'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw watches Lexie's gesture intently, her own lips parting and tongue sliding over her fangs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh my'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie blushes as she sees you here. Such an effect on people!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar gets steak made from half-elf maid from a canvas bag.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar eats steak made from half-elf maid.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'she was a wine drinker'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom drops a glass of strawberry wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You keep doing that, Lexie, and I am going to have to go find a willing donor.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sacrifices a glass of strawberry wine to DarkClaw.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets A chilled glass of white wine from an ornate marble top dining table.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie points at Pie accusingly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'He can be a donor :)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'damn, I ran out of elven maids'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It's not a Kindred party until someone is drinking someone else's blood...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw reaches across the table to get a steak for herself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Another question for the dinner table.... Does anyone here know when Sanguinna was discovered?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar shakes his head.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ponder what he is talking about.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'or is that the Khore area with the bats?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'At least before 1998'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'it was 3x...not sure who ran into it first'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Just a curiosity...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'I remember the first time I visited Sanguinna. Khore led the Kindred there to witness it. I fell in love immediately.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'it used to have plague pretty often if I remember correctly'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'That was so long ago...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Ah yes, back in the ages of disease'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'A lot of my memories have faded and I only recall bits and pieces.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Unfortunately.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It appears this is perhaps all who are going to attend...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie tells Samiyah (in common), 'hug! are you not coming?'.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah tells Lexie (in common), 'Not without Wind.']<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'well perhaps the time was misread by some'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie coughs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'it could be'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'did the vampires in the upper levels above the chapel in the rooms cast energy drain?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There is an ogre mage who can cast up there'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'it appears I have neglected to learn locate object'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gasps in astonishment.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sacrifices A chilled glass of white wine to DarkClaw.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Raage disappears into the void.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom drinks wine from A chilled glass of white wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
An ornate marble top dining table vanishes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Now's a great time to use him as a donor'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nudges you. What's her hurry?!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It appears I've had a bit much wine...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'it doesn't taste as good when they struggle'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'excellent time to'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), '....so I heard'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom blushes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You grin evilly at Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Time To Dance (And Feed) - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Perhaps then, we shall dance.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie stares at the sky.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom approaches DarkClaw, trying not to sway his steps too much.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw glances up at Venom from her seat, a soft chuckle escaping her throat at his state of inebriation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You're going to end up in my lap if you're not careful.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends a hand to DarkClaw in an offer, 'Please Madam, may I?' *hic*<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar eats steak made from half-elf maid.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw grins fully and reaches out with her own hand to accept his. "Promise me you won't step on my toes?"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar utters the words, 'fly'.<BR><br />
Venom now can fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar says (in common), 'solved'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom thanks Kevaar heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You laugh at Kevaar mercilessly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sweeps you into a romantic waltz.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Well done.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie claps at Kevaar's performance.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie grins wickedly at Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom dances DarkClaw slowly about the room, turning about for all to see.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw wraps her other hand around Venom's neck and matches his rhythm, pressing her body against his fully.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie covers Pie's googly eyes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Please, someone else dance also.'.<BR><br />
You say, 'The floor isn't just for us.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie snickers softly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar quaffs a clear red potion.<BR><br />
Kevaar invokes recall magic.<BR><br />
Kevaar disappears suddenly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom spins DarkClaw gently and dips her low by the waist with a steady hand.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie is waiting to sober up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw lets her head fall back to expose her neck completely in the full dip.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sweeps DarkClaw off her feet and raises her slowly upward, her neck approaching his fangs as he dances on....<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thinks she shouldn't be watching this...but can't take her eyes off them.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw gasps slightly in anticipation, fingers tightening around his for leverage and support.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'don’t do it!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom begins to float high into the air, the entwined bodies continuing their twirling dance high above.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie bows deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie covers her eyes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw sways her upper body against his to the rhythm of the orchestra, the muscles of her neck pulling taut with the movement.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'you're turning me on!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bares his fangs, his head still as he raises DarkClaw up and impales her neck upon his evil grin!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie, '*laugh* Sorry!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gasps in astonishment.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar hiccups loudly. Maybe he had too much to drink?<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie whispers to Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw shivers and whispers, "Feed, Venom."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie laughs at Kevaar mercilessly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Pie gossips (in common), 'Thank you for the party, Venom and the Lost. Enjoy your dancing.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Oh it's an eyeful'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I don't know whether to watch or run'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Pie: Quit<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar looks at Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom latches his lips powerfully upon the bleeding wound, feeding greedily as blood drips to the floor below.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Kevaar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Kevaar leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw lets out a low growl, an odd sound of approval as she closes her eyes, taking pleasure from his 'kiss', her chest arching higher against him<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom lands softly on his feet, gently placing DarkClaw in her seat.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom places his lips upon DarkClaw's, leaving her own blood behind like ruby lipstick.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Thank you for the dance, my Queen....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a clove cigarette from an engraved silver cigarette case.<BR><br />
Venom stops using a red dragon's eye.<BR><br />
Venom lights a clove cigarette and holds it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie checks on your health.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw falls limp against the back of her seat, eyes glazed over in what can only be described as lust, her voice raspy, "Thank you, Venom."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie scratches her head.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom smokes his clove cigarette casually, swaying slightly to the dull music.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), '*bow* my Greetings, Lady.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Samiyah, 'Good evening, Sami! We are missing you here at the dance.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), '*smiles and bows* .. But I cannot go without Wind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Samiyah, '*grumble* He had better show up and not leave you stranded.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Samiyah, 'I will be sorely disappointed.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), '*wistfully* .. I will be, too. I have never been to a dance before.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie leaves west.<BR><br />
Lexie arrives from the west.<BR><br />
Lexie rolls her eyes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Has Lexie gone?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==The Truth of a Vampire's Kiss - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Are you ok, Precious?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod in recognition to her.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'I am...wonderful, Lexie.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'no I had not enough mana to remark the newbie coliseum!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs loudly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks quite pale, but the smile seems glued to her lips for the moment.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'So you like when you are fed upon??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie frowns.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw glances at Venom from beneath her mask. "That...depends."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom glances for a moment at the blood on his cigarette, stained from his own lips.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You really should try it.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You would enjoy it.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'who me?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom side-eyes Lexie for a brief moment.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Yes, you.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh no, I faint when my finger is pricked'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie shudders from the sheer thought of it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> Kevaar has quit.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw sighs and shakes her head. "It's not like you will see the blood. That would be a waste."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'but if you were in need of blood I would of course be there'.<BR><br />
Lexie smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Ask Sami what it feels like.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie is far too old to be of my tastes, regardless...'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Perhaps you can bite her yourself.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gasp as you realize what he did.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'That was rather rude.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smirks.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Samiyah gazes down at the wandering villagers below.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'tis true '.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom flicks his ashes upon the floor and draws on his cigarette once more.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Rude?'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'How, Madam, is the truth more rude than a pretty lie?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I’m old enough to be a great great great great great grandma!'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I prefer the truth'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Granted, it’s not as rude as a lie, but still rude to call her old.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I don't consider it such. Besides, it would be a dreadful waste of my time.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'and I wasn't talking to YOU Venom, I would only offer my blood to Precious if she ever needs'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'If I wanted your blood Lexie, it would not require you to offer it.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'hah'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'In fact I prefer when it is not offered.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'well I’m happy then that you think me too old :) I'd rather be a willing donor'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'me and my old dusty blood'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Precisely. Why would I want to drink stale blood? For you my kiss would feel like 1000 orgasms, and for me the experience would be rather dull'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Now why would I want to endure that?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie laughs at Venom mercilessly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh please'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I think you overestimate your skills'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You do not know the power of the Kindred, dear.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'My skills are only the beginning, it is the will of a strong Kindred that cannot be overcome.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I’ve been bitten by Lord Khore himself'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'and here I am, alive and well to tell of it!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lord Khore was a violent megalomaniac, I am the true seducer among the Kindred race.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Samiyah scans the texture of cloud and galaxy, bright lights near and far.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw chuckles and shakes her head.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie rolls her eyes at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'He is not exaggerating.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom thanks you heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smirks.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells Samiyah (in common), 'Just in time, the ball is over. Evil is going back to sleep soon.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells Venom (in common), '.. I have been here since before Pie left.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah says (in common), 'Sky above illuminates..']<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah says (in common), 'I ruminate']<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw tilts her head, suddenly really quiet as she listens to the sound of the single bard far off.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'eh, I can't be seduced but it's likely because I'M TOO OLD'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I heard her too'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Anyone can be seduced. Being too old only makes you undesirable.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'you know what? Maurice Fishbaum in the room next to me at the Retirement Center LOVES ME'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie frowns at what Venom did.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom casually dismisses your claim with a wave of his hand, 'side effects of the medication...'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie snickers softly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah says (in common), 'His lips, sweet torment always brings']<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Samiyah pauses, then whispers, barely audibly, "I often crave.."]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gets a large white pill from bag made from MASSIVE, enraged, DANGEROUS turkey hide.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie puts a large white pill in bag made from MASSIVE, enraged, DANGEROUS turkey hide.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom draws upon his cigarette and smiles politely.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw takes another drink of her wine, licking the remaining blood and drops of wine from her lips.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah says (in common), 'We're ever more, and never less...']<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells Samiyah (in common), 'Well then, thank you for not attending the ball. The sight of you would have spoiled my appetite.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'well maybe I should leave you two now :O'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I feel like I’m intruding'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You raise your eyebrow at her.<BR><br />
You say, 'Why?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs you.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'perhaps you will dance some more? :)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'We had no other plans.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Speaking of Prizes - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, you have not yet received your prize.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oooh prize!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hops around. Perhaps she's part frog?<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'if you unfetter me I’ll kill you'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have no desire to harm you tonight.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Samiyah breaks from her prior soft rhythmic tone, her voice as cold as the desert night, taunted by the subject of her words.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'well you couldn't...clearly...you are drunk as a skunk'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom is quite sober.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh no more hiccups? :)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'The blood of a beautiful Queen and immortal Kindred is most sobering.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Samiyah says (in common), 'He swore to take that blood from me - ']<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'you know I do have a vial of blood of an Immortal'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Is that so?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You blink at what she said.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Whose blood do you have?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Seraph'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'he gave it to me when he saw me dying in Vorax's temple'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You blink.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'he said it would help me, but I still haven't used it...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'What do you intend to do with it?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'What exactly are you doing with Seraph's blood?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I was a bit afraid'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'he offered it, is it a trick?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Most likely yes, let me see it for a moment to smell, and I will tell you'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'he seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'what can you discern from a smell??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You would be surprised.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'The Kindred have many abilities that you may consider unnatural'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'But I can tell a lot'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Allow me, then we can finish our night with a dance and your prize.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'He asked for a vial, the only one I had also had sanct spell in it but he said it would be ok'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gets a vial of black liquid from a saddlebag.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'ok but if it's useful I want it back!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gives a vial of black liquid to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sniffs the vial carefully.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom utters the words, 'improved identify'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'he sounded like he cared'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie scratches her head.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gives a vial of black liquid to Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'That is indeed the blood of Seraph.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'will it aid me or harm me'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'But know this, Seraph's blood is a dangerous thing.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'His essence is evil at its root, and the blood of Seraph could likely pollute your mind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'If you drink that, you put yourself at risk.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Ghazkull: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I don't think 1. my mind has enough to pollute and/or 2. that my wicked ways aren't evil already'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gossip, 'Hello, brother!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'General!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good Evening! *smile*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Yes, but with Seraph there are worse things than evil... You could very well become his slave, or worse.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom rests.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'ack a slave?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It's possible.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie frowns.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'would it harm you?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I would NEVER drink Seraph's blood.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'ahh and why is that'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have higher standards than that'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'hmm'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Excuse me for one moment'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'well what do I do with this vial??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom rests.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'it's a perfectly good sanct potion too'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'No, it's a dangerous poison.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs loudly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie puts a vial of black liquid in a saddlebag.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Lexie's Dance - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom extends a hand to Lexie in offering.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Shall we dance?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Ok but no chomping'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie stands up.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom sweeps Lexie into a romantic waltz.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sweeps Venom into a romantic waltz.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie dances a pas-de-une.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You're missing all the fun, Lexie.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You chuckle.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie giggles at you. Hope it's not contagious!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom dances a formal ballroom dance, leading Lexie about the room.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I would feel like sloppy seconds then!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom places a single finger upon Lexie's lips as he steps swiftly in a swirl, 'Shhhh...'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs loudly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw's expression begins to sober as she watches the two, a brief flicker of jealousy in her eyes before she looks away and turns back to her wine.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'We should stop'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom's hand slides to Lexie's lower back as the dance increases in pace, looking over her shoulder into DarkClaw's eyes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie pokes Venom in the ribs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom utters the words, 'fly'.<BR><br />
Lexie now can fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom utters the words, 'fly'.<BR><br />
Venom now can fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh no'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'To prevent you from tripping.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom winks suggestively.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw meets Venom's gaze evenly, masking her jealousy for the time being, taking another drink and watching him above the rim of her glass.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I know why, you didn't like me stepping on your toes, admit it'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom continues to dance silently placing a hand roughly over Lexie's mouth, 'SHH!'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie blushes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie, 'He is intentionally trying to make me jealous.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom murmurs a small incantation and the room begins to spin beneath your feet, the dance continuing along the walls and ceiling.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'lol I was just going to say, don't be jealous, I’m just going along with his "plan"'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'ack'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'what did he do'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie, 'I have no idea...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie feels a bit dizzy.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom spins Lexie around in a gentle dance move, his touch caressing her to keep her steady. She looks dizzy...<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw raises a brow, noticing Lexie's strange reaction, her voice even and controlled. "Venom...what did you do?"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom silently continues his hypnotic dance, the music so soft and soothing.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'Ack I don't want to be bitten but I feel like Jell-O!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie, 'Just play it out.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie, 'Could be nothing.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs as she thinks of you. Touching, huh?<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw's fingers tighten around the stem of her glass of their own accord as she continues to watch, her features hardening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom holds Lexie close as the room rights itself and the dance comes to an end.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'wheew!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie curtseys gracefully to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom dips Lexie low in a final pose.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie grins wickedly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'quite lovely and scary all at once'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Such is the Kindred way...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a clove cigarette from an engraved silver cigarette case.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom lights a clove cigarette and holds it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Nicholai never scares me'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'That doesn't mean he can't.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Perhaps you don't know enough of him.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Perhaps...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'I have no doubts that Nicholai could be VERY scary if he chose to be.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I've known him a very long time and he has not once given me a second of worry'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom steps around behind Lexie, whispering in her ear, 'Are you not wise enough to fear the unknown?'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hangs her head and sighs shamefully.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I guess not...but he guarded me the other day, protected me'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'when he knew I had no defenses'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie shrugs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, I believe your naiveté may be your finest quality.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh dear'.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'that doesn't say a lot :P'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs at herself. What a sorry sight.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Please Lexie, stay a while. Ghazkull will be joining us, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on your prize.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull arrives from the west.<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Attending the Ball: Part I - Log by Ghazkull==<br />
<BR><br />
<< A searing, hot, agonizing pain washes through the bond at his first waking. >><BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw gossips, 'Hello, brother!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone tells you (in common), '*softly* Hello, Wind...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie gossips (in common), 'General!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You gossip (in common), 'Good Evening! *smile*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell someone (in common), '*warmly* Hello, Almond. How are you?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone tells you (in common), 'I am unwelcome at the gathering, though that is no shock.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell someone (in common), 'The Invitation was for all...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone tells you (in common), '*quietly* I was told I was not welcome.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell someone (in common), 'where are you?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone tells you (in common), 'Wendell..'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority<BR><br />
[Exits: west]<BR><br />
Samiyah was last here, traveling west.<BR><br />
Samiyah is here.<BR><br />
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You smile at her.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at you.<BR><br />
Samiyah's mouth falls open in stunned appreciation.<BR><br />
Samiyah runs one hand over the stark black sash, so bold against the white ensemble.<BR><br />
Samiyah's lips move silently, as if reciting something, but she does not give voice to it, only lets it swell up in her eyes.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> look samiyah<br />
Elegantly masked and modestly veiled, her ebon hair swept upward in an intricate<br />
and ornamented cascade of curls and braids, the bard before you is garbed in the <br />
hues of her home as day slips away into night: the deepening plum and dusky rose<br />
that fades into sunset indigo. The cut of her gown is shockingly snug - a fitted <br />
bodice embraces her oft-hidden curves. It flares out in a gossamer chiffon bell <br />
below her narrow waist and curved, womanly hips, accentuating each movement. The<br />
long, flowing sweep of the velvet sleeves give graceful concealment to her arms,<br />
that she not be overly exposed. A blush of excitement tints her cheeks and puts <br />
an eager sparkle in her chocolate brown gaze. Beaming with pride and delight to <br />
be upon the arm of her beloved Wind, she gives honor to the Bond she shares with <br />
one who is Kindred with her presence here.<br />
Samiyah is in perfect health.<br />
<br />
Samiyah is using:<br />
<used as light> the first twinkling light of the stars<br />
<worn on finger> an intricately braided band of silver<br />
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a tribal-style necklace of lapis and opal pendants<br />
<worn on body> a formal chiffon gown in the fading hues of a desert at dusk<br />
<worn on head> a silk mask and veil in the colors of deepening twilight<br />
<worn on feet> low-heeled sunset-colored embroidered dancing slippers<br />
<worn on hands> delicate patterns of mehndi framing her scars<br />
<worn as shield> the Love of Friends<br />
<worn about body> the protection of the night<br />
<worn about waist> a chain-style belt of star-shaped links set with moonstones<br />
<worn with pride> the marks of a vampire's kiss<br />
<worn with pride> the scent of almonds and the desert winds<br />
<worn with pride> 2 medals, a badge, 13 pins, 20 ribbons<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull murmurs, 'wow'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah beams a smile.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah makes a complicated-looking gesture.<BR><br />
Samiyah draws a funny looking rune on you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah offers him her left wrist.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You make the gesture necessary to invoke your spell.<BR><br />
You draw a wizard mark rune on Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'You are coming?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah now follows you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), '.. shall we go pay honor and respects to your Sister?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah squares her shoulders.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull gestures towards the door, 'Shall we?'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah lays her hand lightly on your arm.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ponder the question.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Pit<BR><br />
[Exits: east up]<BR><br />
A grand staircase leads to the temples above.<BR><br />
You managed to trample any tracks that were here...<BR><br />
An oak pipe lies here, its wood darkened from heavy use.<BR><br />
A pit for donations dominates the room.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from the east.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull glances up the stairs briefly, then glances at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah swallows and nods. 'I am here for you. And for Her.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'This is no honoring of him, but of what you are.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'Why did you not attend the Masquerade?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah reaches up and lightly caresses your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lips.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull reaches down and gently draws your head close for a moment, a gentle kiss placed on your hair.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Venom (in common), 'is it over?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'We are just finishing up, but some are still here.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Grand Entrance<BR><br />
[Exits: east down]<BR><br />
You stand in an ivory and ebony colored marble room. The hushed<BR><br />
tones of the room give a sense of what is to come. You see a <BR><br />
plaque hanging in mid-air.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
It is impossible to track here.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from below.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'You can join us.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull softly says, 'a moment'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Venom (in common), 'I bring Samiyah as my guest, as she wishes to pay honour to my Sister'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'So be it.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull nods slightly to himself, squeezing your arm gently as he does so.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Entrance to Temple Courtyard<BR><br />
[Exits: west up]<BR><br />
You stand before a very ornate staircase. The solid marble steps and<BR><br />
polished oak railing lend strength to the temple atmosphere. At the<BR><br />
top of the stairs you can see the beginning of the courtyard.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
It is impossible to track here.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
A magical spring flows from the ground here.<BR><br />
Venom is resting here.<BR><br />
Lexie, The Past Finder Adept, is here.<BR><br />
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here.<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You bow before him.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah bows before DarkClaw.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie throws confetti in the air! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
> look DarkClaw<br />
To stand in Her presence is to be rendered speechless: This is no mere mortal,<br />
but the quintessential seductress, potent in her ripe perfection, incarnate in<br />
her beauty. Lilith herself pales in comparison: the gleaming scarlet luster of<br />
Her eyes, the tawdry tumble of Her long sable hair -- as if just risen from an<br />
evening's pleasures...dangerous sensuality is a tangible aura around her, like<br />
the corona of the full moon. Voluptuous curves to make any heart pound, grace<br />
of a stalking leopard, this is not a woman who can be underestimated. Her prey<br />
is delight and sacrifice and sustenance, Scions enraptured in their service to<br />
Her. The particulars of Her ensemble are nearly irrelevant save for the loving<br />
way that an inky velvet gown enfolds Her, falling in regal folds to the ground,<br />
and leather caresses her, drawing in an already narrow waist. The rarest gems<br />
and metals have been crafted into elegant jewelry that cannot compete with Her <br />
beauty, and the delicate flutter of the wings of bats flitting about Her makes<br />
a living, chittering frame to draw every eye. Ancient but untouched by Time, a<br />
power to stir the dreams of the living, She is the gatekeeper of Death itself:<br />
unliving yet utterly alive, undead yet filled with every passion of existence.<br />
<br />
DarkClaw is bathed in the essence of charisma.<br />
DarkClaw is in perfect health.<br />
<br />
DarkClaw is using:<br />
<used as light> a bright flame of loyalty<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact Magic) the personal signet of the Kindred Queen<br />
<worn on finger> a silver band set with a ruby<br />
<worn around neck> a triple strand of perfect white pearls<br />
<worn around neck> a chain of rubies carved like roses<br />
<worn on body> a corseted white velvet ball gown, edged in silver and ruby<br />
<worn on head> a curved white silk mask with crimson lips and bloody fangs<br />
<worn on legs> back-seamed sheer white stockings with lace tops<br />
<worn on feet> white leather heels with silver vines and ruby roses<br />
<worn on hands> snugly fitting elbow length gloves of thin kidskin<br />
<worn on arms> sheer white gauze sleeves, shaped like bat wings<br />
<worn as shield> the moon's radiance amidst midnight clouds<br />
<worn about body> a sangoire cloak of the Ordinus Nosferatus<br />
<worn about waist> a delicate belt of tiny, ruby-eyed, silver bat-shaped links<br />
<worn around wrist> a trio of ruby bracelets, each bead a tiny rose<br />
<worn around wrist> a wrist corsage of thorny blood red roses<br />
<held> a thorny ebon rose in full bloom<br />
<worn with pride> (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button<br />
<worn with pride> (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Goddesshood<br />
<worn with pride> 4 badges, 3 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Welcome.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie curtseys gracefully.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You now speak the common tongue.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'Thank you for the invitation'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw stands, walking over to her brother and hugging him tightly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Indeed.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull returns the hug, 'It has been a while, Star'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah murmurs, 'Sayyida... we are here to honor You, and Your Kindred..'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Samiyah, you look... well.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw says, 'Good to see you, Ghaz.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> look Lexie<br />
You see before you a petite young woman with long blonde hair.<br />
Her dark blue eyes scan the horizon, as if she is looking<br />
for something ... or someone.<br />
<br />
Lexie has a special twinkle in her eye.<br />
Lexie is in perfect health. <br />
<br />
Lexie is using:<br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> a simple ring<br />
<worn on finger> (seared) a ring-shaped scar<br />
<worn around neck> a delicate yet seductive perfume<br />
<worn on body> a French Maid's Outfit<br />
<worn on head> a bloodstained white maid's cap with a pert white lace veil<br />
<worn on legs> some white lace stockings<br />
<worn on feet> a pair of black leather stiletto heels<br />
<worn about body> a blood-spattered white lace apron<br />
<worn about waist> a tightly laced white velvet waist cincher<br />
<held> a bloody feather duster<br />
<BR><br />
Lexie poses.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You chuckle.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles warmly at Sami. "Thank you, Sami. Delighted to have you both here."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom draws a slight moment upon his cigarette, slowly swaying to the sounds of a gentle background music.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at you.<BR><br />
Lexie smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles at the sound of the music.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I had asked everyone not to wield a weapon as this is a civilized gathering, but in your case Ghazkull'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I don't think anyone feels threatened.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You are using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a small pipe [g|hr:1 svs:-1 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a white cape<br />
<worn on body> a snowy white poet's shirt<br />
<worn on head> a crescent moon mask of white leather<br />
<worn on legs> fitted trousers of snowy white sueded leather<br />
<worn on feet> white leather boots, laced to the knee<br />
<worn on hands> silver-filigree edged gauntlets<br />
<worn about waist> a black linen sash, stained with blood<br />
<wielded> the silver radiance of the moon<br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), '(it should be held)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You stop using the silver radiance of the moon.<BR><br />
You wield the silver radiance of the moon.<BR><br />
You stop using the silver radiance of the moon.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You shrug.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I do not expect anybody to feel threatened by me, I do not seek trouble'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw eyes the necklace worn around venom's throat and it's unusual simplicity.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Venom.<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l venom<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
Venom leads a charmed life.<br />
Venom is in perfect health.<br />
<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Glowing) a clove cigarette<br />
<worn on finger> (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn about waist> (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I require only the basic attire of a gentleman to make a room glow.'.<BR><br />
Venom winks suggestively.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), '(nice)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie groans loudly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw rolls her eyes at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You've missed two excellent dances.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'And a feeding.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'The feeding I am glad I missed, although I am disappointed to have missed the dances'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw nods slightly at the mention of the feeding, the tone of her skin still paler than usual.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'But please, do not allow our mixed past to over shadow this celebration of our Kind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You and Samiyah are free to dance, should you choose.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah keeps her gaze away from Venom, focusing on Wind. Her hand tightens slightly on his arm.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Ooh I'd love to see'.<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nudges you. What's her hurry?!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull glances questioningly at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
Samiyah makes a complicated-looking gesture.<BR><br />
Samiyah turns translucent.<BR><br />
Samiyah makes a complicated-looking gesture.<BR><br />
Samiyah now can fly.<BR><br />
Samiyah makes a complicated-looking gesture.<BR><br />
You feel as if you could fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Simalrion arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Simalrion.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Greetings.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Simalrion.<BR><br />
DarkClaw beams a smile at Simalrion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah turns into Wind's arms, nodding with a smile.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You've missed the dinner Simalrion, but please enjoy the dance.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull draws Samiyah to him, pausing to catch the music.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom draws a puff from his cigarette and casually seats himself on the staircase, watching the dance slowly take shape.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Simalrion kisses Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah holds Wind's gaze, awaiting his guiding touch and lead.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Simalrion waves happily.<BR><br />
Simalrion leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull murmurs softly, 'I'm not much of a dancer but, here goes'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah giggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah murmurs, 'Me, either. That's why I made us both fly. Harder to trip over your feet that way.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw watches Samiyah and Ghazkull as they move closer to one another and begin to follow the orchestra's rhythm.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to Samiyah.<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You snicker softly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull slowly steps backwards, in time with music, turning slightly as he does so.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah follows the slight pressure of his hand on her back, stepping forward to match him, her body swaying to the rhythm.<BR><br />
Samiyah glances down doubtfully at her feet, then back up to his gaze, trusting.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull sweeps Samiyah into a slow waltz, breathing slowly and rhythmically, trying to keep time with the music.<BR><br />
Ghazkull's lips appear to be moving slowly as he does so.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw wonders if Ghazkull is counting beats.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie giggles at DarkClaw's actions.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah beams as she allows herself to relax into his arms, her feet following the pattern of three steps.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw whispers, "ONE, two, three....ONE, two three..."<BR><br />
DarkClaw grins evilly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells DarkClaw (in common), 'when you said that...I’m listening to this song You'll Be Mine and they sang ONE TWO THREE the exact moment you did that'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw tell Lexie, 'Too funny!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Alis: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Alis ftells, 'hello'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Alis arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'greetings'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'We are having a small masquerade ball at the entrance to temple courtyard'.<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'You can join us if you like'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull moves slowly around the Courtyard in time with the music.<BR><br />
Ghazkull slowly twirls Samiyah from him, catching her hand at the last moment and pulling her back in.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah beams a tender smile, and she drops into a slight courtesy between movements, acknowledging her partner's grace.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at someone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone curtseys gracefully.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull continues the slow waltz around the room, lips still slightly moving, although seeming to gain some more confidence.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw beams a smile at someone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie rests.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw says, 'Good evening, Alis.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah whispers the numbers along with him, her lips curving into a grin of shared intimacy.<BR><br />
Samiyah lightly caresses Wind's hand as she holds it, seeing no one else in the room except him.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Someone says (in elven), 'good evening, my Lady'.<BR><br />
Alis appears out of nowhere.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull stops in the centre of the room, twirling Samiyah around on the spot, before stopping her with one hand on her waist.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah laughs delightedly as he twirls her, her full skirt belling out around her, revealing a slight glimpse of bare ankle.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull slowly drops his other hand down the front of her body, bringing it to rest on the other side of her waist, a faint kiss placed on her neck as he does so.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah's heartbeat leaps, her pulse pounding in her throat. Her eyes briefly close and she swallows hard.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'just...take her! be forceful! up against the wall! You are a general for gods' sakes!'.<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'what is this "faint kiss" thing??????????'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie (in common), 'it's called teasing...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), ':P'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah dips into a curtsey, nearly to the floor, bowing her head in respect and appreciation. 'Thank you for the dance, my.. Wind.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw watches Ghazkull and Samiyah intently, wondering if Ghaz will feed before the dance is over.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You smile at Samiyah.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull says simply, 'I did not come here to feed'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'it was my bumbled pleasure, Almond'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<<Through the bond: an almost sense of embarrassment - that so private and intimate a thing would be suggested for a public viewing.>><BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie claps at your performance.<BR><br />
Lexie claps at Samiyah's performance.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'You should not torture yourself so, Ghazkull... Feeding is one of this world's finest pleasures.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles at Ghaz's response. Of course not, brother. Neither did I, but..."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'It was very nice to watch'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah rises from her curtsey and takes his arm once more, her eyes shining like stars.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I somewhat agree with you, Venom.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I however, choose not to make a public showing of such things'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw tosses Venom a quick glance, "I was pleasantly surprised."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You shrug.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'we each make our own path'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oh it's quite a sight, to be sure'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The bard closes her eyes briefly, working to slow her racing heartbeat.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom unconsciously caresses a three headed dire flail by his side and murmurs, 'indeed...'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie scolds Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom snaps back to reality, apparently dreaming and meets Lexie's scold with an expression of 'huh wha'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sighs loudly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Leopards cannot change their spots, as they say'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Nor can a Li..Kindred.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I am not here for violence, Venom. The invitation said that All were invited, so I thought I would come and see my Sister, and to dance with Samiyah'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull mutters under his breath, 'or at least try to'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw looks around for another bottle of wine to refill her glass.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I am not here for violence, this is a civilized celebration.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I just drifted off when you mentioned paths.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie knows not of the history of your paths.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah leans in to murmur something.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), '..At least you kept your feet on the ground -- when Seraph danced with me, he had us all over the walls and ceiling!'.<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), 'I prefer this, much better...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw narrows her gaze, catching Venom's brief slip.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull smirks slightly at what Samiyah said.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom mutters something about, 'long story.. traitor...' and several other near-silent grumbles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow at Venom.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Who would this traitor be, as you say'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I said no such thing...'.<BR><br />
Venom whistles a little tune to himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah shifts her weight slightly back and forth, letting her hips sway a touch, and letting her skirt flare outward.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Samiyah (in common), 'He always was one for the big show'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in common), '*hesitantly* I honestly think .. he just wanted me to have fun... it just made me nervous, is all.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'That would be me, Lexie.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie frowns.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'You don't strike me as such'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'it depends on who tells the story'.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'but it is for another time'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Excuse my poor manners, I was just mumbling to myself.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'ahh'.<BR><br />
Lexie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
A clove cigarette goes out.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==A Private Conversation: Interlude by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
You [GS] tell Venom, 'Is there something you should be telling me?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'No, Madam...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You [GS] tell Venom, 'You were going to say Lich instead of Kindred...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'huh?'.<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'No I wasn't...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You [GS] tell Venom, 'You said "Nor can a Li..." then corrected yourself and said Kindred. I heard it.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom tells you (in common), 'I don't recall that... Are you sure that you aren't hearing things?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw scowls at Venom and continues to converse with him internally.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You [GS] tell Venom, 'I am NOT hearing things.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Attending the Ball: Part II - Log by Ghazkull==<br />
<BR><br />
Venom gossips (in common), 'I don't recall that... Are you sure that you aren't hearing things?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gets a clove cigarette from an engraved silver cigarette case.<BR><br />
Venom lights a clove cigarette and holds it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie raises an eyebrow.<BR><br />
Lexie thinks Venom had too much clove.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Ooops, mischannel....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You agree with Lexie 100%.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom chuckles, evidently amused.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie giggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw scowls at Venom and continues to converse with him internally.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'Ooooh'.<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), '*fly on ftell wall*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It's really too bad you missed the dinner, it was excellent.'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Even by desert standards...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods in recognition to Venom.<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'It was delicious'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'Alas, these things can't be helped. Thank you for allowing us to attend so late'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah stays focused on Wind, ignoring the barbed words, drinking in the sight of him as if charmed.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw smiles at you.<BR><br />
DarkClaw beams a smile at Samiyah.<BR><br />
DarkClaw says, 'I'm just pleased that I got to see you both again.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You smile happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods in recognition to DarkClaw.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'We seem to miss each other a lot'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods in recognition to you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'unless you are busy when I am here, which is understandable'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Yes, it is nice to see you Ghaz.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You raise your eyebrow at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah is now guarding you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie wonders why Venom is so nice... all of a sudden.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw says, 'We have indeed been missing each other. Our schedules are quite different, it seems.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I just mean, it is always nice to be joined by fellow Kindred for such events.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I am surprised to hear you call me such, in all honesty.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah mirrors Wind's earlier movement, when he guided her in the dance, with a subtle pressure of her hand against his, towards the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Can a man not demonstrate manners and civility once in a while without such shock?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Most men, yes. You? Jury is out :P'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'They can, however when they appear forced, they tend to put people on edge.'.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'alas, it is getting late and I must depart soon, Thank you for the hospitality'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You hug DarkClaw.<BR><br />
You hug Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Most welcome'.<BR><br />
Venom bows deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You bow before Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw hugs you.<BR><br />
DarkClaw says, 'Take care, Ghaz.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
Samiyah bows deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod in recognition to DarkClaw.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
==Lexie's Prize - Log by DarkClaw==<br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull leaves west.<BR><br />
Samiyah leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie wishes the table didn't walk out.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'how could it just disappear like that anyway!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It was a rental'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie giggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'oh I caught that'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You laugh.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I think it was a lovely idea and you did a good job'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw sets her empty glass on the floor and leans against the wall.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie beams a smile at Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Agreed.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It was time...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'It's sad that others didn't show.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You hug her.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I was hoping to see Nicholai.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Thingone: Entered Game<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'As was I.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I think perhaps the time could've been misread'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You ftell, 'Hi, Thingy.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom ftells, 'Greetings.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone ftells, 'yo yo'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I thought was sys time and didn't realize I was late :('.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I'll keep that in mind next year'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Even if they would've misread it to mean MUD time they would've been here by now.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'and yes, maybe this is a night of most holiday engagements of some sort'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom looks at Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'you could do a uh re-do :P'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom shakes his head.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There will be next year'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie liked seeing you dance!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, do you have any use for a major TS?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'what level?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), '27'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie tells Ghazkull (in common), 'ahh no, he wasn’t at all']<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I don’t no...but perhaps someone fatter and taller might'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hops around. Perhaps she's part frog?<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Fatter and taller?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie giggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I know who she means'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'Who would that be?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie laughs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Doesn't matter'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'I wish I could hold the head and cleaver at the same time'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone raises an eyebrow.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'thing!'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You hug him.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs Thingone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs Thingone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie bounces onto Thingone's lap.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone licks you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone licks Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Lexie, your prize'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'You missed the party, Thingy.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Is this'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Thingone says (in kobold), 'aww'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gives a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown to Lexie.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom gives Lexie some gold.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie says (in common), 'Oooh'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie hugs Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie dances a pas-de-une.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say, 'What is it?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'But, I must go now.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Thank you all'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie waves goodbye to Venom.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie thanks Venom heartily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom bows before Thingone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom leaves west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> > Venom:Quit<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
==After The Dance - Log by Ghazkull==<br />
<BR><br />
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority<BR><br />
[Exits: west]<BR><br />
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live.<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah glances gratefully at Wind. 'That was about to get ugly.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You nod.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah mimics Venom's parting whisper, her voice low and menacing: ".. Be well.."<BR><br />
Samiyah's gaze flickers back east, to the Temples, where they left the group behind.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), '..Thank you for inviting me.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You smile happily.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'Thank you for coming'.<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'and for not laughing at my attempt to dance'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'Thank you for not letting me trip over my own feet.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
(The two change out of their masquerade costumes and back into more mundane clothing.)<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'oh!'.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'wait !'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah leaves west.<BR><br />
Samiyah arrives from the west.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie (in common), 'he was probably complaining that I brought Samiyah to the ball'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'ahh no, he wasn’t at all'.<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'so it’s a little odd, no?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah rests her hands above her heart for a moment, drawing forth a radiant glow.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah gives you the light of a reclaimed soul.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You blink.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> exa soul<BR><br />
A glowing bit of light wavers here, holding all the colors of a desert opal.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> l soul<br />
When the winged God of the desert Tribes, an Immortal she still feared and did <br />
not worship, was broken and dying, Samiyah willingly offered up a piece of her <br />
soul to help him live, despite of his past cruelties to her. It was the right<br />
thing - the good thing - to do. Her gift restored him. Over time, he won over<br />
the bard, gaining her trust, faith and loyalty, and her vow of worship when he<br />
regained his prior place among the gods. For a long time, she was his pride, a<br />
bright star amongst his Fallen Angels. But a day came when their paths were no<br />
longer one: a choice made between honor and obedience. The bright spark that a<br />
desert girl had given to sustain a God was cruelly cast upon the floor, kicked<br />
away as trash and named worthless. Despite the ill-treatment, here it steadily<br />
glows, reclaimed. It determinedly shines a light on all around it, a reminder <br />
to her that a message she gave to another -- that hope and joy last as long as <br />
they are given the chance to - is just as true for herself, as well. That what<br />
has been discarded by one, is still treasured by another. And that despite all<br />
that has been, and all that is, only she can choose what she will be. <br />
Samiyah admits softly, 'It isn't like you haven't had a part of me with you for a long time... now it's just.. manifest more obviously.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull's eyes grow wide as he realizes what he holds.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull murmurs softly, 'Almond... are you sure?'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie (in common), 'what is a little odd?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), '.. Yes.'.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'Just.. you know.. don't lose track of it..'.<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles teasingly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You stop using a small pipe.<BR><br />
You light the light of a reclaimed soul and hold it.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You blush. Your cheeks are burning.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in common), 'I will be careful, I promise'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You now speak the elven high tongue.<BR><br />
Ghazkull switches back into his racial tongue as he whispers, 'I promise'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
Samiyah nods.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in common), 'I know.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah looks at you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah matches his shift, in an answering whisper, 'I would trust it to no other.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You stop using a snowy white poet's shirt.<BR><br />
You wear an elven chain shirt on your body.<BR><br />
You have gained 50 hit points.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah sighs with regret as the last of his costume is switched out.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in elven), 'Wind, you looked...'.<BR><br />
Samiyah fades off into a stammer.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'oh how well behaved he was'.<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'I think he had an ulterior motive of some sort'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell Lexie (in elven), 'of course he did.'.<BR><br />
You tell Lexie (in elven), 'He has always been the same'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie tells you (in common), 'but what was it? to feed on DC??'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull glances amusingly at you as he changes his trousers.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You stop using fitted trousers of snowy white sueded leather.<BR><br />
You wear a pair of heavy cloth commoner's pants on your legs.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah watches, her eyes taking in the exquisite beauty before her.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
A saddlebag contains:<BR><br />
silver-filigree edged gauntlets<BR><br />
(Glowing) a white cape<BR><br />
white leather boots, laced to the knee<BR><br />
fitted trousers of snowy white sueded leather<BR><br />
a crescent moon mask of white leather<BR><br />
a snowy white poet's shirt<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You drop a saddlebag.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah glances at the glowing light and murmurs in slightly oddly accented elven, 'May it light your way.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You tell DarkClaw (in elven), '(so my MUD dancing is about as good as my Outworld dancing *chuckle*)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie looks at Samiyah.<BR><br />
Lexie sniffs sadly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Lexie nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
DarkClaw tells you, '(*grin* I thought it was nicely done.)'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah rests.<BR><br />
You chuckle.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah nods.<BR><br />
Samiyah smiles happily.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in elven), '.. thank you, again, Wind.''.<BR><br />
Samiyah says (in elven), 'I enjoyed my first Ball.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
You say (in elven), 'It was my pleasure'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah willingly and happily moves into his arms, if they are dancing once more, following his lead.<BR><br />
Samiyah lays her head against his chest for a moment, her cheek above the scar on his chest. The movement causes a burst of emotion to pass through the bond.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull murmurs something under his breath.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> c fly sami<BR><br />
Samiyah now can fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
> c fly<BR><br />
You feel as if you could fly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull slowly twirls you out once more, catching your hand before pulling you back in, his lips meeting yours in a fierce, warm kiss.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah grins as her feet rise from the floor, beams a smile as she is twirled around, and gasps as his lips capture hers, her pulse leaping.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah returns the kiss with passion and wanting, rising up onto tiptoe to press against you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Ghazkull gently releases you, a smile on his lips, 'Be Safe, Almond' he whispers, as he disappears into the waning night.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah tells you (in elven), '*passion/need/pleasure/wanting*'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Fare thee well!<BR><br />
Samiyah stops following you.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Samiyah whimpers as he slips away, as unable to catch hold of him as she would be to catch moonlight.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Her eyes open languidly, soft from his kiss, her heart racing and her body aching in response.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Cordir's Dance ==<br />
<BR><br />
A Midnight Garden<BR><br />
[Exits: south]<BR><br />
(White Aura) A distressingly large, shiny black spider weaves webs here.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Venom says (in common), 'I toast to the Kindred Queen and all her kind. I thank you all for joining me in this celebration of evil.'.]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir stands still and quiet, listening to the distant sound of music and revelry.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'I prefer a celebration of all things Kindred instead...'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
A faint smile flickers upon the Weaver's lips.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The full moon above seems to intensify, taking on a crimson hue.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
A dark shimmering appears in the garden, coalescing into the form of a half-elf Kindred, unknown to any but the most ancient.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir's eyes well up as she gazes upon the shade of her husband:<BR><br />
The curl of his auburn hair where it spills over his shoulder.<BR><br />
The casual grace of his posture, underlined with the strength of a predator.<BR><br />
The ivory gleam of his fangs above the sensual curve of his lips.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan says (in common), '..my sweet goddess...'. <BR><br />
Deamhan's tone is low, teasing, restoring in three words an intimacy that has been absent for centuries.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Even knowing it is only a seeming of her own making, Cordir sways forward at the sound of his voice.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir whispers, 'I miss you, love.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Two long steps, more flight than simple passage, and the distance is closed.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
His arms sweep around her, gathering her to his chest. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan's hands tangle in her short hair, urgently drawing her up to his mouth.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
His voice is clear in her mind, memory intermingled with illusion: *My mouth to your mouth… * <BR><br />
<BR><br />
His lips capture hers, kissing her deeply. *My tongue to yours, my body and yours so close we can't tell the difference. You still have me, my witch.*<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Finding the tip of one of his fangs with her tongue, she plays with its contour, then draws her tongue over its tip firmly enough to draw a little blood.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
He inhales sharply, closing his eyes, and his mouth moves hungrily, tasting it and her, his aura flaring with the rush of power from even those few drops of Immortal blood.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<nowiki>*</nowiki> My demon lover. My wicked vampire. My bonded.* <BR><br />
<BR><br />
For a moment, the illusion wavers as her heart breaks with his loss all over again... Then it renews, as solidly as before.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Distantly, orchestral music swells up, softly, pleasing to the ear.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan bows formally and invites in a low murmur, 'Dance with me.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Fingers entwine, bodies nestle yet closer, heartbeat as one.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The music continues and the pair move across the moonlit lawn with perfect synchronicity and ease.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Their movements are slow, languorous, as much lovemaking as a waltz. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The moon paces across the sky as they dance, until the coming dawn begins to chase it away.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Kindred tightens his grasp on her waist, almost painfully so.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir murmurs, 'I don't want this to end.' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan chuckles softly.<BR><br />
Deamhan says (in common), 'You can .. dance.. with me any time you like, my wicked witch. You're the Weaver. Simply call up that Time and that Place.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The woman's voice breaks slightly. "Yes, but it's just... remembering. I know why you're gone. I acknowledge its importance. But I damned well miss you! YOU - not my memories of you. And I wish... I cannot wish it wasn't so, because then Mireya, wherever she is, would be in greater peril. But still..."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Her head bows, to hide the sorrow and loneliness.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan's hand finds her chin, lifting her face so their eyes meet.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Deamhan says (in common), 'My love.. my sweet goddess... my wife... I know. I *know*. I share in that wanting. But .. we persevere. It is what Weaver does.' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
He draws her close, tucking her head under his chin and stroking her hair in a comforting gesture.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
At his touch, she stills: reliving, remembering.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun rises, the moon chased away by its brightness.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Weaver stands alone in Her garden once more.<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17606Venom2015-02-12T19:12:11Z<p>Kylor: /* 05/20/13 */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===02/12/15===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Invis) (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Invis) (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
<BR><br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17605Venom2015-02-12T19:10:41Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===05/20/13===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Current Set: 02/12/15===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a spinning blue spindle [gm|ac:-2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny [mAGAN|AC -4 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan' [mAGAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a heart shaped locket [m|con:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around neck> (Invis) (Moderate magic) a golden medallion [im|AC 5 int:2 svs:-4 1#]<br />
<worn on body> (Invis) (Artifact magic) the enchanted suit of leather [!OLghim|AC 5 ac:-10 ma:15 svs:-4 dmg:3 1#]<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) a crown of white fire [!im|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:4 ac:-2 1#]<br />
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 6 svs:-4 hr:2 25#]<br />
<worn on feet> (Potent magic) a pair of elven chain boots [m|AC 11 con:2 svs:-2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves [m|AC 7 int:2 dex:3 wis:3 1#]<br />
<worn on arms> (Moderate magic) The Emerald Vambraces [mNDNR|AC 6 svs:-3 dmg:2 15#]<br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth lace-trimmed gown [m|AC 6 dex:3 dmg:3 1#] <br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame [m|AC 5 str:4 dmg:3 2#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a cuff of claws [m|AC 5 dmg:5 1#]<br />
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a strange brown patch [!m|AC 2 hr:5 hp:20 10#]<br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a three-headed dire flail [mND|10-14 hr:10 dmg:3 5#] <br />
<held> (Artifact magic) the Brood-Queen's heartstone [!m|L21 sanctuary bless stone skin luc:3 svs:-5 2#]<br />
<worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch [gemAG|svs:-2 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> a Pin of Mastery [|wis:1 1#]<br />
<worn with pride> Half-Elven Elder Braid <br />
<worn with pride> a braid, 2 badges, 9 ribbons<br />
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<BR><br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
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* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17604Venom2015-02-12T19:00:34Z<p>Kylor: /* 02/12/15 */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===05/20/13===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
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10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17603Venom2015-02-12T19:00:11Z<p>Kylor: /* 05/20/13 */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
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|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
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== Current Description:==<br />
===05/20/13===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular half-elven adventurer when you begin to notice some<br />
rather odds details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean<br />
and rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
He stands tall and proud with an air of arrogance, his high classed<br />
mannerism seemingly comes natural to him. His pale skin is obviously<br />
stems from an all blood diet and dark circles under his eyes tell a<br />
tale of a Kindred whose eyes have seen more than one lifetime of<br />
killing to survive. His grin is wicked and evil, bearing long fangs<br />
ready to rip you apart.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
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10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17600Venom2015-02-12T01:32:42Z<p>Kylor: /* WHO Lists: */</p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
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|following = <br />
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===05/20/13===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<br />
Venom is in perfect health.<br />
</pre><br />
<BR><br />
===Dressing Up For the Kindred Masquerade: 12/20/14===<br />
Venom is using:<br />
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a red dragon's eye<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'<br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny<br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a demonic familiar coiled around the throat<br />
<worn around neck> (Weak magic) a shiny black necklace<br />
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<worn on head> (Potent magic) the black masquerade mask of the Nosferatu<br />
<worn on legs> some skin-tight black pants<br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some high class dancing shoes<br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers<br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) (Woven) obscuring shadow and ebon flame<br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a sapphire of Skelos<br />
<held> (Moderate magic) a black daisy<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra<br />
<worn with pride> 2 pins, 5 ribbons<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
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10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
02-11-15 : Hel [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Venom, Progeny of the Ancients.<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
<BR><br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Tribal_Sands&diff=17599Tribal Sands2015-02-12T00:16:41Z<p>Kylor: /* Maps */</p>
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<div>{{Info area<br />
|name = Tribal Sands<br />
|type = EXP Zone<br />
|for_race = <br />
|author = [[Cordir]]<BR>[[Seraph]]<br />
|install_date = 06/07/2013<br />
|removal_date = <br />
|location = Northern Continent<br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Area Lore/Back Story ==<br />
Few of those who are born within the tribal territories of the desert are able to escape this restrictive and isolationist culture, and its remote location discourages the casual traveler. However, the lure of lapis and opals, used by the tribesfolk to craft traditional jewelry, and the plethora of goats found there have tempted merchant caravans from time to time. But be warned - the desert has its dangers... and not all of them walk on four legs.<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== General Information/Trivia ==<br />
* The initial draft of Tribal Sands was begun on Friday evening, February 1st and was submitted to the Area Coordinators approximately 48 hours later, on Sunday, February 3rd. This may be a record for the shortest span in which a (non-connect) zone area was written.<br />
* Seraph contributed zone lore and mob and EQ concepts throughout the design.<br />
<BR><br />
== Player Zone Interaction ==<br />
* The zone was found in 4 minutes flat by [[Portobello]].<br />
* The first character to die in the zone by PK was [[Belgarion]].<br />
* The first mob-death in the zone was [[Cresom]].<br />
* [[Aoide]] was the first to find the names of those Outcast.<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information ==<br />
===Tales of the Desert Sands: 04/06/2013===<br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Why did you want to know about the desert? DeeCee mentioned something about someone else beyond the Veil?'.<BR><br />
Sabella arches one eyebrow, the expression wickedly inquisitive.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have a personal reason, I want to get to your homeland.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Why? There's nothing there but angry men and starving goats... and Sarcon, but...'.<BR><br />
Sabella shrugs slightly, the movement causing pleasant jiggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Who is Sarcon?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'The Pharaoh-beneath-the-Sands. The Maker of the Veil.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Interesting.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella frowns.<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'do people not remember the story?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have not read the story, nor do I know where it can be read. I also wish to learn your native tongue for personal reasons'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Do you know who Scyrah was?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I know the name only because of the pyramid named so'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella nods.<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Sycra and Sarcon were brothers. Sarcon, the elder. Sarcon's son, Jahine, was the light of the sun to his father. He was killed by a scorpion. The red ones are venomous. When the prince died, Sarcon went mad. He closed himself up with his sorcerers and sought to bring the entire desert into death, that his Son would be accompanied in the afterlife. He created the Veil. This was shortly after I was given to the Black Conclave. Scyrah escaped it, through some magic, and took over the empire his brother had abandoned.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There is another who has come through the veil'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'A bard'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'there is only shamanic magic in the desert. The song of sky and sand and wind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'She may have taken up the trade after arriving here'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Scyrah took over the lands that his brother had abandoned, and upon his death, caused a pyramid to be built that his name - and not that of his weaker, older brother, felled by emotion for his lost son - would be remembered as the greatest of pharaohs'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It would seem to me Sarcon's work was more powerful, but that's just my opinion.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'well, of course it was. A Veil of sand and wind that has stood for thousands of years is a bit more impressive than causing tens of thousands of slaves to die, building you a tomb.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Granted, nobody remembers him now.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'but yes - no one, as you say, remembers Sarcon and his son, Jahine.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Trivia ==<br />
* [[Samiyah]] hails from the [[Tribal Sands]] and sang about their traditions in her 10th level Bard Review: [[Samiyah's Songbook#Level_10_Bard_Review:_Find_The_Path|"Find The Path"]]. This was described by one listener as being both 'depressing and brave.'<br />
<br />
<br />
=== Maps ===<br />
[[File:tribal.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Tribal Sands: Map by [[Venom]]]]<br />
<br />
[[Category:Places]]<br />
[[Category:Northern Continent]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Tribal_Sands&diff=17598Tribal Sands2015-02-12T00:14:21Z<p>Kylor: /* Maps */</p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info area<br />
|name = Tribal Sands<br />
|type = EXP Zone<br />
|for_race = <br />
|author = [[Cordir]]<BR>[[Seraph]]<br />
|install_date = 06/07/2013<br />
|removal_date = <br />
|location = Northern Continent<br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Area Lore/Back Story ==<br />
Few of those who are born within the tribal territories of the desert are able to escape this restrictive and isolationist culture, and its remote location discourages the casual traveler. However, the lure of lapis and opals, used by the tribesfolk to craft traditional jewelry, and the plethora of goats found there have tempted merchant caravans from time to time. But be warned - the desert has its dangers... and not all of them walk on four legs.<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== General Information/Trivia ==<br />
* The initial draft of Tribal Sands was begun on Friday evening, February 1st and was submitted to the Area Coordinators approximately 48 hours later, on Sunday, February 3rd. This may be a record for the shortest span in which a (non-connect) zone area was written.<br />
* Seraph contributed zone lore and mob and EQ concepts throughout the design.<br />
<BR><br />
== Player Zone Interaction ==<br />
* The zone was found in 4 minutes flat by [[Portobello]].<br />
* The first character to die in the zone by PK was [[Belgarion]].<br />
* The first mob-death in the zone was [[Cresom]].<br />
* [[Aoide]] was the first to find the names of those Outcast.<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information ==<br />
===Tales of the Desert Sands: 04/06/2013===<br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Why did you want to know about the desert? DeeCee mentioned something about someone else beyond the Veil?'.<BR><br />
Sabella arches one eyebrow, the expression wickedly inquisitive.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have a personal reason, I want to get to your homeland.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Why? There's nothing there but angry men and starving goats... and Sarcon, but...'.<BR><br />
Sabella shrugs slightly, the movement causing pleasant jiggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Who is Sarcon?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'The Pharaoh-beneath-the-Sands. The Maker of the Veil.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Interesting.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella frowns.<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'do people not remember the story?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I have not read the story, nor do I know where it can be read. I also wish to learn your native tongue for personal reasons'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Do you know who Scyrah was?'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'I know the name only because of the pyramid named so'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella nods.<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Sycra and Sarcon were brothers. Sarcon, the elder. Sarcon's son, Jahine, was the light of the sun to his father. He was killed by a scorpion. The red ones are venomous. When the prince died, Sarcon went mad. He closed himself up with his sorcerers and sought to bring the entire desert into death, that his Son would be accompanied in the afterlife. He created the Veil. This was shortly after I was given to the Black Conclave. Scyrah escaped it, through some magic, and took over the empire his brother had abandoned.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'There is another who has come through the veil'.<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'A bard'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'there is only shamanic magic in the desert. The song of sky and sand and wind.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'She may have taken up the trade after arriving here'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'Scyrah took over the lands that his brother had abandoned, and upon his death, caused a pyramid to be built that his name - and not that of his weaker, older brother, felled by emotion for his lost son - would be remembered as the greatest of pharaohs'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'It would seem to me Sarcon's work was more powerful, but that's just my opinion.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'well, of course it was. A Veil of sand and wind that has stood for thousands of years is a bit more impressive than causing tens of thousands of slaves to die, building you a tomb.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom says (in common), 'Granted, nobody remembers him now.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Sabella says (in common), 'but yes - no one, as you say, remembers Sarcon and his son, Jahine.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Trivia ==<br />
* [[Samiyah]] hails from the [[Tribal Sands]] and sang about their traditions in her 10th level Bard Review: [[Samiyah's Songbook#Level_10_Bard_Review:_Find_The_Path|"Find The Path"]]. This was described by one listener as being both 'depressing and brave.'<br />
<br />
<br />
=== Maps ===<br />
[[File:tribal.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Ant Colony: Map by [[Venom]]]]<br />
<br />
[[Category:Places]]<br />
[[Category:Northern Continent]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Tribal.jpg&diff=17597File:Tribal.jpg2015-02-12T00:11:52Z<p>Kylor: Tribal Sands Map</p>
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<div>Tribal Sands Map</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Venom&diff=17333Venom2014-12-09T07:54:49Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>[[File:venom2.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Venom, Progeny of the Ancients. *Al-Shaitan* - Photo: Courtesy of KeeliBreanna]]<br />
{{Info pc<br />
|name = Venom<br />
|incarnation = XLI<br />
|styled_as = Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = XLI: March 05, 2013<BR>XLII: October 15, 2013<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<BR>([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])<br />
|hometown = [[Half-Elf Camp]]<br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR>{{Class|Ordained}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description:==<br />
===05/20/13===<br />
<pre><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<br />
Venom is in perfect health.<br />
</pre><br />
<br />
===04/02/13===<br />
<PRE><br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<br />
His eyes are unsettling, one is solid black, the other is red.<br />
His grin is both evil and wicked, bearing long fangs ready to rip<br />
into their next victim.<br />
</PRE><br />
<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
03/11/13 : Elf [ Ma: 7 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/13/13 : Elf [ Wa: 2 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
03/30/13 : Elf [ Wa: 6 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
04/02/13 : Elf [ Th: 5 Wa:11 Ma:11 ] Venom, Dark Blood-Sucker and Mini-Lich of the Lost<br />
05/04/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, lost little mini-lich vampsicle<br />
05/20/13 : Elf [ Wa:15 Ma:17 Th:11 ] Venom, Ghastly Demi-Lich!<br />
<br />
10-31-13 : Hel [ Ma:10 ] Venom, Foul Demi-Lich of Lost.<br />
12-03-13 : Hel [ Al'Shaitan ] Venom, Dark Blood-Letter and Demi-Lich of the Lost<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
[[File:Alignment.jpg|200px|thumb|left|meme by [[Samiyah]], art from 'Order of the Stick']]<br />
''(2nd place prize winner in the April 2013 Character History Writing Contest)''<BR><BR><br />
The Demi-Lich let the stream of rare gems flow like sand from one delicate palm to the other, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl carefully. The cheeks of her bottom bounced lightly as she went about her chores, cleaning and dusting the already pristine study hall. He contemplated ravishing the young girl and devouring her youth but he had come to know that patience is a virtue and there were still more chores to be done. He wasn't going to invest magic in a charm spell and not have the chores done. He focused his attention back on the gems, allowing them to flow like grains of sand back to the other hand again. They were of the finest quality, cut by the master jewelers of Thistlerock. Only the highest quality gems could be used for the spell he was preparing to transport himself to the realm of the Gods. He went over his plan again in his mind, step for step... it was flawless. The Gods would have no choice but to obey his commands. He glanced around his study hall casually, checking to be sure every single article and item had a place and was in it. Nothing had moved in this study hall for nearly a century but double checking had been such a habit as a mortal that it had stayed with him even after he successfully transformed himself into his current form. Half human and half lich, he had the eternal life and powers of a lich while maintaining the dashing good looks of an aristocratic human. He had everything any mortal could have ever wanted... wealth, power, good looks and eternal life. Not being one to believe in foolish fairy tales of such things as love or friendship, he had set his sights on something much bigger to assert his place in history. He was determined to become a God himself.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The sun was shining bright on Midgaard when the Demi-Lich set foot onto the cobblestone walk way from his tower to the main road. Normally walking to a place would be considered beneath him but he knew he would need to conserve his magical powers for the long night ahead and so today he would walk. The sun was too bright and he instinctively raised his hand to shade his eyes but to no avail, his spell of invisibility would not allow even a shadow to be cast. He thought briefly about spending some of his power to dim the sun with a rain cloud but settled for squinting instead, the walk would not be a long one. There were no feelings of nostalgia as he strode through the old back streets where he grew up as a boy and no feelings of comfort normally associated with being home. The Demi-Lich had only one thought as his gaze darted about the scenery, "Soon every living spec in this wretched place will worship me, or die!"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Guildmaster nervously watched the sunset, his lamps and candles already lit. Although he was anxiously expecting company he barred all of the doors and windows on the first floor of the guild. This would never keep out the one he was expecting of course, but it would ensure they were not interrupted. He pondered leaving one window open in case his magic failed and he needed to run for his life but decided against the idea. He had too much riding on this meeting for failure. He paced for a few minutes as nightfall overcame the city. Not wanting to allow his nerves to get the best of him he decided to sit in his favorite chair. Seemingly the moment his robes touched the seat all of the candles and lamps flickered out, leaving him in darkness. He uttered the secret words to bring light back into the room magically but his magic failed. A chill in the air spread over him and panic set in. He was not familiar with the darkness, nor being cold, nor his magic failing him. Fear over-rid his common sense and he called out into the oblivion before him, "Enough of this! I have done all you have asked!" A voice echoed from all directions, "Where are the vials old man?" The Guildmaster stood and fumbled about in the darkness, reaching behind the counter to a cabinet below and producing from it a case of glass vials. Feeling with his hands he blindly set the case on the countertop and opened the lid. Inside stood upright 6 glass vials filled with various enchanted liquids, hundreds of hours of intensive labor had gone into their creation.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
"There, you have what you sought. Will you release my daughter now as you said?" A moment passed in silence and the Guildmaster reached out to close the lid on the case of vials, thinking to perhaps make another attempt at bargaining, but as he reached out his hand found no lid and indeed no case. The silence was deafening. The Guildmaster had no cards left to play and feared for the first time since her abduction that he would never see her again. His emotions overcame him and he sobbed, alone in the dark.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The corpse of the dead girl had almost finished leaking onto floor, he had simply left it there as he worked to prepare his spell. A large book lay open on a tall stand, displaying the words of the spell he had written in case he needed to glance at them as he cast. A magical symbol of protection had been painted on the floor beneath him to guard him as he made his journey. In the hollowed out skull of a dragon he poured in the first vial, mixing it with the dust of his ground gems. Violating the barrier that protected the realm of the Gods from mortal intrusion was no small task and required immense concentration and a perfect casting. The spell had never been tested and was his own creation, but he had every confidence in the magic of it. He stirred the components with a wand and gestured with his free hand. Glancing at his book he began chanting the words of magic. The remaining vials hovered above the skull, taking turns emptying themselves in as the spell took shape. The walls of the room began to crumble to dust, exposing a black unending space behind them. In moments the entire room had fallen to nothing and darkness extended forever in all directions, leaving only the Demi-Lich and a piece of floor beneath him where the symbol had been painted. The Demi-Lich lurched as he was over come with the sensation of movement... It was working!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
The Gods sat around their massive meeting room, each upon a throne of their own design. The God of all Gods was unseen even to the eyes of immortals but his presence was felt by all. Knowing all of both past and present, the Gods were expecting company. They were not the type to be taken by surprise. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
In the center of the room, where the Gods allowed a weakness to form in their magic for the purpose of setting examples a poof of smoke billowed out of nothing. As it dissipated the form of a man became visible. He was dressed in fine clothing for a mortal and was perfectly clean. His soul on the other hand was tainted, twisted, rotten and dark. This was an unnatural thing on the inside. The so called Demi-Lich raised his head to the Gods and spoke, "I have come before you with an ultimatum, Gods! I have achieved the power to destroy the realm itself and leave nothing for you to rule over. Make me a God and give me a place by your sides, or I shall reduce all you have created to dust." The Gods looked upon each other smiling with amusement. A voice filled the room, the God of all Gods, "From dust the realm was created, to dust it will return. Your threat is both idle and inevitable." A great flash of light filled the room and the Demi-Lich fell to the floor, lifeless. "Gods of the realm," a voice boomed, "This creature has been rendered powerless, his vanity must not go unpunished. I leave it to you to teach him humility."<BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''THE GODS WEAVE A NEW FATE''' <BR><br />
"We must strip him of his magic, his body and cut his thread. Make him to be born anew." <BR><br />
"Yes.. I agree. For his life long hatred of Elves, we will rebirth him an Elf" <BR><br />
"His name must be stripped from all history books, so as not to encourage others." <BR><br />
"No. His name must be stripped from all of history itself, as though he never was." <BR><br />
"Yes. I agree. I suggest we allow him to remember his past life, so that our lesson will be learned" <BR><br />
"What if he should follow the same path again?" <BR><br />
"We will set conditions and make them known to him. Each time he achieves power, if he should attempt these things again, he will be forced to relive his curse." <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom stands in his own vomit, wavering nauseously, covered from head to toe in a disgusting liquid. He feels his body, it appears to be fully developed though thin. Glancing around he recognizes his setting, this is the temple of Malenest. What could he possibly be doing here? He searches for his last memory and recalls hearing the voices of the Gods warning him about his story, warning him not to tell it to others and warning him about the minions that will come if he does. He tries to remember who he is but the only memories that come are those leading up to his casting of a very powerful spell. He tries to recall his name, but only the name Venom comes to mind...unfamiliar but it will have to do. What the &$*@( is this?? He feels his ears, POINTED.. NO! He searches his mind for spells... GONE!! Panic and anger mix and stir inside him, he tries desperately to calm himself by taking several deep breaths. He may have forgotten all his skills and spells but he still recalls all his knowledge of the realm. The Gods be damned he will regain his power and impose his will on them. With determination he sets out toward the guild hall, first the donation pit, then the world. <BR><br />
<BR><br />
'''SOMEWHERE DEEP BELOW THE MIDGAARD GRAVEYARD....''' <BR><br />
<BR><br />
The magical potion floats innocently above the cauldron in the darkness. The room bare, no doors, no windows, no furniture. The only way in or out being magical this room is not known to any mortal. The potion floats calmly in the still air, held up only by a memory. Magical weaving beneath the potion created only from the memory of a man shudders and shakes as the wave of God-Magic sweeps the realm. As the last memory of the Demi-Lich is erased, the potion falls into the cauldron below. Instantly the liquid in the cauldron begins to boiled and glow a bright red. The room fills with heat and red light. A hissing sound vibrates the walls and the ceiling groans and threatens to give way. A simple red seed levitates up out of the cauldron, glowing red and setting the room on fire. A good Demi-Lich always has a "plan B". The seed vanishes, making its way to Malenest... bringing with it all the evil, hatred and cruelty that was the Demi-Lich. Heading directly for the soul of Venom.<br />
<BR><br />
----<br />
===05/31/2013===<br />
Your gaze pans the height and breadth of what seems at first glance<BR><br />
to be a regular elven adventurer when your eyes catch some rather<BR><br />
odd details. His clothing and equipment are immaculately clean and<BR><br />
rather polished, discretely bearing the runes of magical enchantment.<BR><br />
Something is also a bit different in his posture, he stands very <BR><br />
stout and proper as though a high classed mannerism were natural.<BR><br />
His eyes are unsettling, both glow an intense red. His skin is<BR><br />
a dark grey ashen color and appears dry and crusty. Dark circles<BR><br />
under his eyes sink down his face, producing a ghastly look of death.<BR><br />
This is in fact not a regular elf at all, this is the Demi-Lich.<BR><br />
Venom is in perfect health.<BR><br />
Venom is using:<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the mantle of an ancient octopus<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a fitted black leather mask<BR><br />
<held> a net<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cordir says, '..and wearing just octopus parts and a mask is.. uh..'.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'deviantly creeply. '.<BR><br />
Cordir says, 'just sayin'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Venom laughs.<BR><br />
Venom nods.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
* Venom is mentioned in [[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]] by Aoide.<br />
* Venom was mentioned in [[Samiyah%27s_Songbook#Level_50_Bard_Performance:_Duets_In_The_Desert|Samiyah's level 50 bard performance]]<br />
<BR><br />
==Restrings==<br />
===a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue ===<br />
Long Description: Crimson leather was used to craft this vest, befitting one of Ventrue lineage.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on body> (Powerful magic) a crimson leather vest, befitting a Ventrue<br />
<br />
Look VEST:<br />
The lines of this elegant vest were designed to draw the feminine eye, <br />
accentuating the breadth of masculine shoulders, the expanse of chest, <br />
the long, lean line to waist, drawing the eye downward. A deep scarlet <br />
in hue, the top-grain leather mutely invites inquisitive touch. Proper <br />
and sophisticated, this garment was obviously made for one who expects <br />
the absolute best of all that the world has to offer.<br />
<BR><br />
===a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny===<br />
Long Description: A ancient, masculine band of pure, moonlit silver lies here, heavy with history.<br />
Worn Description: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring twice given from Eldest to Progeny <br />
<br />
Look ELDEST:<br />
The night is cold, the still air holding a deep, bone-wracking chill, the full <br />
moon a blaze in the heavens above. All of the details are crystalline. Nary a<br />
sound is audible in the marble halls of the Temples, as you stand just outside<br />
the Cave, waiting. Knowing. This is the time. Your sapphire eyes close, head<br />
tilting back. A whisper, not of movement but of light, as - even through your<br />
closed eyes - you see the intensity of his aura as he steps up behind you. Yet<br />
it is not the moment of agony when his fangs pierce your throat, or the nectar<br />
of his blood when you drink from his wrist that burns in memory every time you<br />
recall the night of your dark Rebirth. It is the firm clasp of his hand aiding<br />
you to rise when you awaken and the respect in his gaze as he bids you welcome <br />
to your new life, your new home, and your new purpose.<br />
<br />
Look ANKHARU:<br />
Khore's crimson eyes are more shadowed than usual, his absences longer, his <br />
silences deeper. You are not alone in the Kindred in seeing it. Twice, the<br />
purges have occured: Lesser members released, until only the devoted remain,<br />
only those who have named the strengths and weaknesses accepted to ease his<br />
burden. At your last meeting, he draws a signet ring from his hand and lays <br />
it in yours, with not a word spoken aloud, but a clear message given. Yours<br />
will be the responsibility to keep the Kindred solidarity more than just an<br />
old story told at fireside. Others may bear the blood, but it falls to you,<br />
to maintain its honor. <br />
<br />
Look PROGENY:<br />
The furious child you made a lifetime ago screams in the anguish and pain<br />
that you knew your taunting words would cause. You chuckle inside, easily<br />
imagining the sand-goat's torment as she hears her sister's tale of hurt,<br />
and name Samiyah the true cause of the girl's pain. Fists balling at her<br />
side, she snarls in anger, baring her fangs. Your hand flies in response<br />
to such impudence, cracking across her cheek. Her response is as violent:<br />
Leaping upon you, her fangs tear your flesh, savaging your throat. Shock<br />
strikes you to your core and you stagger away, barely escaping to the one<br />
place you know to be truly safe. Feeling your life slipping away, it is a<br />
surprise when you hear the voice of the Eldest and feel his hand pressing<br />
against your lips, the richness of his ancient blood sweeping away mortal<br />
life and granting you - or damning you - to Eternity. <br />
<br />
LOOK RING BAND<br />
This ring was ancient before the third continent arose. Crafted in bloody<br />
Sanguinna itself, the work of the Ogre-Mage, for centuries, it graced the<br />
hand of the youngest son of Ybarra and Vlad. At his passing into shadow, <br />
it was gifted to one held in his highest regard. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred===<br />
Long Description: A set of wicked, curved talons lay here, awash in the blood of the innocent.<br />
Worn Description: <wielded> (Invis) (Potent magic) (Bloody) razor-sharp claws of a Kindred<br />
<br />
Look KINDRED:<br />
When the still of the night is a weight of its own, and the sable shroud of <br />
the sky is barren of the moon, this is the time of the Kindred. Ancient and<br />
proud, theirs is a tradition that spans back the Ages. Born of the blood of<br />
Khore, they have been the name that mothers frightened their children with,<br />
the cause of mourning widows and children, the reason priests sanctified a<br />
cross above each doorway. Predators, seducers, forces of the dark passions<br />
and arts, the Kindred make a weapon of their body, their mind, and spirit.<br />
This set of ivory talons bear a coating of blood along their length, having<br />
torn flesh from bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. <br />
<br />
Look CLAWS:<br />
The talons of a Kindred can be a weapon of violence, tearing flesh from <br />
bone, blood from body, and spirit from shell. They can be a tool of the<br />
sweetest seduction, drawing a trembling response when traced along skin,<br />
eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before all is surrendered. Both are just <br />
as deadly, and the one who bears these talons has drawn blood for pain,<br />
and for pleasure, in equal measure, and with the same cold intent. <br />
<BR><br />
===(Unholy) the mark of 'Al-Shaitan'===<br />
Long Description: Proudly endured, an unholy, demonic mark has been burned into the skin of the bearer.<br />
<br />
Look MARK<br />
The word inscribed upon the flesh of the bearer has complex meaning in the <br />
language of the tribal desert: a foe spawned straight from hell, worst-of-<br />
worst... that which must be opposed to the last breath and drop of blood.<br />
This is a clear and unwavering declaration: of self, of intent, of a line <br />
drawn in the sand.<br />
<br />
Look AL-SHAITAN<br />
The fiery heat of the desert stretches before you, as a lone mage faces a <br />
Veil of wind and sand that has stood for thousands of years. A bargain is<br />
offered and accepted, a sacrifice made to stave off the threatened wrath,<br />
and a girl-child cast out into the world. She is caught up, deceived and<br />
Embraced, and made into a living weapon and trap both... all in vengeance<br />
sworn and delivered against the one foolish enough to oppose him. All, in<br />
what is simply an opening move upon the board, the sliding of a pawn into<br />
place...<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
==Wiki References==<br />
* RP Logs:<br />
**[[The Soul Stealer's Consequence]]<br />
**[[Charmed]]<br />
**[[03-11-2013]]<br />
**[[03-13-2013]]<br />
**[[03-24-2013]]<br />
<br />
* Area Pages:<br />
** [[Tribal Sands]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
{{note|[[Samiyah]]|12/10/13| Every story needs a villain, and oh, my, Venom is a '''villain'''. I'll admit; While I had seen hints, here and there - rare flashes in the pan - over the years that his player could RP, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the effort he has put into Venom. From back-story to consistency and plot twists that frankly 'knocked me for six' as [[Ghazkull]] would say, I have been impressed. While I hate to see him on the WHO list... I also love to as well, because I know he's plotting and planning Something Awful and Sami will get to Meddle and try and save the day.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
<BR><br />
{{note|[[Ghazkull]]|11/20/14| Venom for me, has become this era of TFC's [[Rath]]. Like [[Samiyah]] I hate seeing his name in the who list, as it means I seriously need to start watching my step, although some might argue that if you see him in the who list, it's already too late. Venom's player has a vast amount of knowledge of the MUD and he uses the knowledge effectively to perform his evil machinations.}}<br> [[Category:PPI]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
03/11/2013: [[Charmed|Venom Charms Verminard]]<BR><br />
04/02/2013: Venom Charms [[Sycora]]. He also wins a 20 minute game of [[Cat & Mouse]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
10/15/2013: After [[Jamilla]] and [[Samiyah]] enter the [[Tribal Sands]] and retrieve his phylactery, and what lies within is released by [[Seraph]], Venom is reborn.<BR><br />
12/04/2013: Venom is Ordained by [[DarkClaw]].<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Lost]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Neesha&diff=16121Neesha2013-11-20T12:49:53Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Neesha<br />
|incarnation = II<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = 2013-10-15<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Seraph]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
[[Category:High Order]]<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
Her posture strong and fearless, her demeanor alert and ready, the half-<BR><br />
elven woman before you is clearly one who is prepared at all times for<BR><br />
battle. Her weapons and armor are well-tended and of excellent quality,<BR><br />
if somewhat alarming. Blood soaks the leather of the gloves she wears and<BR><br />
in her right hand she wields a thick, flexing tentacle. The famed weapon<BR><br />
of demon-slaying!! This heralds her role clearly in the battle of good <BR><br />
versus evil. Blessed with the graceful bone structure of her elven lineage <BR><br />
and the height and strength of her human ancesors, Neesha is attractive <BR><br />
but not sultry, and despite her Paladin-like mindset, has not set aside her <BR><br />
feminine nature or graces. Her eyes are the cloudy blue of a storming sky, <BR><br />
ready to pour down the wrath of the heavens. Her dark brunette hair is <BR><br />
swept back from her face into a long braided ponytail that hangs nearly to <BR><br />
her waist.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
10-15-2013 Hel [ Ma: 1 ] Neesha the Half-Elf Maiden<br />
10-17-2013 Hel [ Wa: 2 Ma:10 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
10-22-2013 Hel [ Wa:12 Ma:15 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
10-23-2013 Hel [ Wa:14 Ma:15 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
11-09-2013 Hel [ Wa:17 Ma:19 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
11-15-2013 Hel [ Wa:20 Ma:20 ] Neesha, Sanctified Battle-Wizard of the High Order!<br />
11-17-2013 Hel [ Wa:21 Ma:21 ] Neesha, Sanctified Battle-Wizard of the High Order!<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
You are using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope [!|str:1 int:1 wis:1 5#]<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring [mAEAN|AC 0 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring [mAEAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a pair of beer goggles [m|AC 0 ts:32 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a Major Amulet of Health [m|AC -2 hth:25 2#]<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Potent magic) a heavy cloth dining dress [m|AC 7 wis:3 dmg:3 hp:-10 3#]<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth cloche [m|AC 6 dex:2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of quilted cloth stockings [m|AC 4 hr:2 con:3 2#]<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth slippers [m|AC 5 str:2 dmg:2 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) blood drenched gloves [!m|AC 6 dmg:5 25#]<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers [!gim|AC 4 hr:2 dmg:2 7#]<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the assassin's cape [!m|AC 4 dmg:2 hr:2 5#]<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Potent magic) a quilted cloth belt [m|AC 6 mv:15 dex:3 con:3 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a sweaty cloth wrist wrap [!m|AC 5 str:5 3#]<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the odd agate bracelet [m|AC 0 int:1 luc:3 0#]<BR><br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the massive tentacle of demon-slaying [ghmND|9-11 dmg:5 hr:8 1#]<BR><br />
<held> (Potent magic) (Glowing) the golden dragon orb [!gm|C6 L11 heal wis:3 int:3 5#]<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|ma:10 int:2 1#]<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|ma:10 int:2 1#]<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Player Information: ==<br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Neesha&diff=16120Neesha2013-11-20T12:48:53Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Neesha<br />
|incarnation = II<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = 2013-10-15<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Mage}}<BR>{{Class|Warrior}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Seraph]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
[[Category:High Order]]<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
Her posture strong and fearless, her demeanor alert and ready, the half-<BR><br />
elven woman before you is clearly one who is prepared at all times for<BR><br />
battle. Her weapons and armor are well-tended and of excellent quality,<BR><br />
if somewhat alarming. Blood soaks the leather of the gloves she wears and<BR><br />
in her right hand she wields a thick, flexing tentacle. The famed weapon<BR><br />
of demon-slaying!! This heralds her role clearly in the battle of good <BR><br />
versus evil. Blessed with the graceful bone structure of her elven lineage <BR><br />
and the height and strength of her human ancesors, Neesha is attractive <BR><br />
but not sultry, and despite her Paladin-like mindset, has not set aside her <BR><br />
feminine nature or graces. Her eyes are the cloudy blue of a storming sky, <BR><br />
ready to pour down the wrath of the heavens. Her dark brunette hair is <BR><br />
swept back from her face into a long braided ponytail that hangs nearly to <BR><br />
her waist.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
10-15-2013 Hel [ Ma: 1 ] Neesha the Half-Elf Maiden<br />
10-17-2013 Hel [ Wa: 2 Ma:10 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
10-22-2013 Hel [ Wa:12 Ma:15 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
10-23-2013 Hel [ Wa:14 Ma:15 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
11-09-2013 Hel [ Wa:17 Ma:19 ] Neesha, Started from the Bottom. H/0 Bangin'<br />
11-15-2013 Hel [ Wa:20 Ma:20 ] Neesha, Sanctified Battle-Wizard of the High Order!<br />
11-17-2013 Hel [ Wa:21 Ma:21 ] Neesha, Sanctified Battle-Wizard of the High Order!<br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
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== Current EQ Set ==<br />
You are using: <BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope [!|str:1 int:1 wis:1 5#] <BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring [mAEAN|AC 0 dmg:5 hr:6 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a simple ring [mAEAN|AC 0 hr:6 dmg:5 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a pair of beer goggles [m|AC 0 ts:32 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a Major Amulet of Health [m|AC -2 hth:25 2#]<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Potent magic) a heavy cloth dining dress [m|AC 7 wis:3 dmg:3 hp:-10 3#]<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a quilted cloth cloche [m|AC 6 dex:2 con:2 wis:3 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of quilted cloth stockings [m|AC 4 hr:2 con:3 2#]<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth slippers [m|AC 5 str:2 dmg:2 1#]<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) blood drenched gloves [!m|AC 6 dmg:5 25#]<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Invis) (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Midnight Black Bracers [!gim|AC 4 hr:2 dmg:2 7#]<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) the assassin's cape [!m|AC 4 dmg:2 hr:2 5#]<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Potent magic) a quilted cloth belt [m|AC 6 mv:15 dex:3 con:3 1#]<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) a sweaty cloth wrist wrap [!m|AC 5 str:5 3#]<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the odd agate bracelet [m|AC 0 int:1 luc:3 0#]<BR><br />
<wielded> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the massive tentacle of demon-slaying [ghmND|9-11 dmg:5 hr:8 1#]<BR><br />
<held> (Potent magic) (Glowing) the golden dragon orb [!gm|C6 L11 heal wis:3 int:3 5#]<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|ma:10 int:2 1#]<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth [mAENR|ma:10 int:2 1#]<BR><br />
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== Trivia: ==<br />
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== Player Provided Information: ==<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
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== Player Information: ==<br />
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[[Category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rose_Path&diff=13808Rose Path2012-06-12T23:58:22Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info following<br />
|name = The Rose Path<br />
|led_by = [[Majere]]<br />
|created = <br />
|disbanded = <br />
|holy_symbol = <br />
|alignment = <br />
|pk_model = <br />
|attendants = <br />
|imm_followers = <br />
|ordained = [[Maximus]]<BR />[[Thrall]]<BR />[[Derth]]<BR />[[Valgar]]<br />
|allies = <br />
|enemies = <br />
|temple = [[The Temple of the Rose]]<br />
}}<br />
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== Following Description / FINFO: == <br />
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== Membership==<br />
10/05/03 Hum [ Ra:30 Cl:30 Th:30 ] [[Abe]] Stormreaver: Musk Ox of the Rose<br />
09/15/03 Ogr [ Sh: 9 ] Adebisi Ogre of the Rose<br />
04/06/03 Dwa [ Cl:19 ] Alexander, Paladin of the Rose.<br />
08/17/03 Hum [ Cl:14 Wa:11 ] Alias o' Westgate, Valkyrie of the Rose<br />
05/18/03 Elf [ Ma:16 Wa:13 ] AmbianT LuscencE, Monk of the Rose.<br />
10/16/03 Hum [ Th:12 Sh:16 Ra:11 ] Apache, Dragoon of the Rose<br />
05/28/03 Hum [ Ma: 6 ] Argon, Ancient Sage of the Rose<br />
07/30/03 Min [ Wa: 2 Ma:17 ] Arthan Magi Squire of the Rose <Majere's Pet Bull><br />
07/10/03 Hum [ Wa:17 Ma:19 ] Asmodeus, Monk of the Rose.<br />
06/19/03 Hum [ Ra: 3 Sh:15 ] Atmos Drangonite Samurai of the Rose<br />
10/11/03 Elf [ Ra:11 ] Audum, Tracker of the Rose<br />
05/23/03 Hum [ Cl:13 ] Auron Dragonslayer of the Rose<br />
10/12/03 Elf [ Wa:11 Ma:15 ] Autumn Dryad Druidess of the Rose<br />
10/02/03 Min [ Ma:27 Wa:30 ] Azkral, Berserker of the Rose. -TWK-<br />
06/13/03 Hel [ Wa:21 Cl:22 ] Azual Dragonslayer of the Rose<br />
05/19/03 Hel [ Th: 5 Ra: 9 ] Bleenk: Swashbuckler of the Rose.<br />
09/19/03 Hum [ Ra:13 Ma:15 ] Bragadoran Oakenfist, Poacher of the Rose<br />
02/24/03 Elf [ Ra:10 ] Brogan Tracker of the Rose<br />
06/22/03 Dwa [ Cl:21 Wa:20 ] [[Brundlewart]] Baddaxe, Knight of the rose. -*MB*-<br />
07/20/03 Ogr [ Wa: 9 ] Calidor: Ogur of the Rose.<br />
07/30/03 Hum [ Th: 8 Ra:21 Ma:20 ] Champ, Mystical Wizard of the Rose<br />
09/12/03 Elf [ Wa:10 Ma:10 ] Chernada, Sorceress of the Rose<br />
09/16/03 Hum [ Sh:19 Ra:16 ] Christoph Alexandre, Tracker of the Rose<br />
10/13/03 Min [ Ma:24 Wa:30 Th:20 ] Cloven, Dairymaid of the Rose. CC<br />
02/19/03 Ogr [ Wa:17 ] [[Cujo]], RuneKnight of the Rose CC<br />
01/28/03 Hum [ Wa:10 ] Cupid, Gallant Knight of the Rose<br />
05/17/03 Hum [ Cl:11 ] Damien, Runecaster of the Rose<br />
10/16/03 Hum [ Cl:18 Wa:18 ] Damon is in the Rose,leave me alone.<br />
07/18/03 Hel [ Th:20 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Dart Mystic Dragoon of the Rose * Milena *<br />
05/23/03 Hum [ Wa: 2 Ma:10 ] Dayel, Caster of the Rose<br />
10/12/03 Dwa [ Th: 5 Sh:13 Wa:13 ] Deneir, Rifter of the Rose.<br />
03/03/03 Dwa [ Bara no Kishi ] Derth Lin Etrech, iPs the First Knight of the Rose.<br />
10/05/03 Dwa [ Cl: 4 ] Dragonbait Dwarven Cleric of the Rose<br />
05/17/03 Min [ Wa: 4 Sh:17 ] Drycell Ethilanydd, Swashbuckler of the Rose<br />
03/30/03 Dwa [ Cl: 7 ] Dwalin, Knight of the Rose<br />
06/10/03 Hum [ Cl: 7 Wa:13 ] Ebony Amazon Princess of the Rose<br />
07/15/03 Elf [ Ra: 8 ] Elwin: newest Monk of the Rose<br />
05/24/03 Hum [ Ma: 1 Wa:15 ] Epeon Spellsword of the Rose<br />
08/26/03 Hum [ Th:12 ] Fett Thief of the Rose<br />
06/27/03 Hum [ Ra:27 Ma:22 ] Fisrad Wise Sage of the Rose. -CC-<br />
08/24/03 Ogr [ Sh:12 ] Flava'licious. lick toy of *nunzio* Druid of Rose<br />
01/29/03 Hum [ Ra:10 ] Frothel, Snow Leopard Monk of the Rose<br />
03/31/03 Dwa [ Cl:14 ] Glumflor...Drunken Master of the Rose (in training)<br />
02/19/03 Ogr [ Sh: 7 Wa:30 ] Goblez, BeastMaster of the Rose .<br />
06/03/03 Elf [ Wa:11 Cl:15 ] Goth Miseria. Knight of the Rose. Von Esper.<br />
01/27/03 Elf [ Ra:27 Ma:25 ] Grimace, Sorcerer of the Rose<br />
07/18/03 Gno [ Cl:22 Wa:20 ] Gulotor Practice Dummy of the ROSE!! +WaRD+<br />
04/05/03 Elf [ Ma:11 ] Gwen, Monk of the Rose<br />
07/13/03 Ogr [ Sh: 8 Wa:10 ] Hakula.... *Rose*<br />
04/12/03 Hum [ Wa:16 Ma:15 ] Harkle, Wizard of the Rose [Ivory Keeper]<br />
04/19/03 Elf [ Cl: 5 Ra:13 ] Hetsri, Monk of the Rose<br />
01/31/03 Hum [ Cl: 7 Wa:11 ] Huma, Knight of the Rose<br />
01/24/03 Hel [ Wa:19 Ma:18 ] Ichabur Monk of the Rose.<br />
06/19/03 Hum [ Ra:17 Ma:16 ] Isitititis Enchanteress of the Rose<br />
08/24/03 Elf [ Cl: 8 ] Jaerith Streeaka, Druid of the Rose [Veldrin]<br />
03/16/03 Elf [ Ra: 8 ] Jukai: Ancient Tao master of the Rose<br />
04/22/03 Hum [ Ra: 5 Ma:10 ] Juxtapoz the Bobble head Monk of the Rose<br />
04/20/03 Min [ Th:12 Wa:15 Ma:15 ] Kaz, Berserker of the Rose.<br />
09/07/03 Dwa [ Th:22 Sh:30 ] Kel, WitchDoctor of the Rose.<br />
02/02/03 Dwa [ Wa:16 Sh:20 ] Kentesk Dwarf Prince of the Rose<br />
02/19/03 Hum [ Ma:17 Wa:18 ] Kisanth Sorcerer of the Rose -Monk- -Majere-<br />
03/10/03 Hum [ Wa:20 Ma:20 ] Kisanth, Dominion Monk of the Rose -Tucson-<br />
10/07/03 Hel [ Ra:27 Th:26 Ma:26 ] [[Korran]] Stonebow, Shadow monk of the Rose.<br />
06/21/03 Aar [ Sh:11 ] Kronos, the Avian of Rose.<br />
04/06/03 Min [ Wa: 4 ] Kujata, Barbarian of the Rose.<br />
08/11/03 Elf [ Ra:16 Ma:14 Th:12 ] [[Kylanae]] Starleaf [Rose]<br />
02/22/03 Hum [ Cl: 4 ] Lance Spartan, Knight of the Rose<br />
03/25/03 Gia [ Wa: 2 Sh: 9 ] Landric Monk of the Rose CC<br />
06/21/03 Elf [ Cl: 3 Wa:15 ] Lankor, Frilly Ogre Bitch of the Rose<br />
05/13/03 Hum [ Wa: 8 ] Logain Warrior of the Rose<br />
04/22/03 Dwa [ Cl:20 Wa:20 ] Loto Knight of Rose<br />
07/21/03 Elf [ Cl:17 Ra:15 ] Lucian Millicent, Luminescent Sojourner of the Rose.<br />
03/14/03 Hum [ Cl:17 Wa:15 ] Mace, Clerical Knight of the Rose<br />
02/19/03 Hum [ Ma: 8 ] Malakai Warlock of the Rose. ---CC----<br />
05/11/03 Hum [ Th:16 Wa:18 ] Malcom Tracker of the Rose<br />
06/17/03 Elf [ Ma: 4 ] Mammon, Sage of the Rose.<br />
03/30/03 Elf [ Bara no Ikari ] Maximus, Grand Monk of the Rose<br />
06/24/03 Hum [ Wa:10 ] Maynard Knight of the Rose<br />
10/04/03 Hum [ Wa:13 Ma:15 Th:10 ] Milena, Spellsword of the Rose *Dart*<br />
03/25/03 Dwa [ Cl: 4 ] Mognar Knight of the Rose<br />
03/10/03 Hum [ Wa: 9 Cl:11 ] Morgoth, Knight of the Rose<br />
07/31/03 Hel [ Ma:11 ] Mortimer, Supreme Tracker of the Rose<br />
03/14/03 Hum [ Th:16 ] Mulva, Fencer of the Rose<br />
05/20/03 Hum [ Cl:19 Wa:15 ] Nibbler, Sorceress of the Rose. I'm back and PISSED!<br />
05/10/03 Hum [ Ma: 2 Th:10 ] Noctern Thief Of the Rose<br />
10/14/03 Dwa [ Wa:23 Cl:25 ] Nozdormu cleric-like Creature of the Rose<br />
03/30/03 Elf [ Cl: 7 ] Odin Hlidskialf. Beserker of the Rose. -Aesir-<br />
05/17/03 Hum [ Ma:11 Wa:10 ] Omar, The Tent Maker of the Rose<br />
04/15/03 Hel [ Cl:27 Wa:23 ] Oswald Knight of the Rose<br />
05/17/03 Gno [ Cl:23 Wa:18 ] Otak Lin, RuneKnight of the Rose<br />
06/22/03 Hum [ Th:15 Wa:30 Cl:30 ] [[Paython]] Grimward, Emerald Monk of the Rose. {PrU}<br />
02/22/03 Hlf [ Cl: 4 ] Phaedrus Pimpernel: HighwayHalfling of the Rose.<br />
06/29/03 Hum [ Ma:16 Th: 9 Wa:10 ] Platinum Thorn Witch of the Rose<br />
05/11/03 Hum [ Cl:11 Wa:11 ] Prowler warrior of the rose W187P<br />
10/13/03 Hum [ Sh:16 Th:15 Ra:15 ] Rand al'Thor, Blademaster of the Rose<br />
03/26/03 Hum [ Wa: 3 Ma: 9 Th: 9 ] Reggie Sneaky little Warageief of the Rose<br />
06/10/03 Elf [ Ma: 4 ] Riley Sorceror of the Rose<br />
10/12/03 Hum [ Wa:23 Cl:25 ] [[Rincewind]], Bara No Koroshiya ! *187* {ROSE}<br />
03/16/03 Min [ Ma: 5 Wa:13 ] Rohan- Battle Mage of the Rose.<br />
07/20/03 Gia [ Sh: 9 ] [[Rufus]], Monk of the Rose<br />
01/30/03 Hel [ Ra: 3 ] Samurai of the Rose<br />
07/27/03 Hum [ Wa: 8 Ma:15 Th:10 ] Santiago, Spanish Karma Police of the Rose<br />
10/19/03 Dwa [ Wa:19 Sh:19 ] Scave. Cavalier of the rose. -187-<br />
04/10/03 Hum [ Wa: 6 Cl:12 ] Sland Magical Hunter of the Rose<br />
07/29/03 Hum [ Wa: 2 Cl:15 ] Slath Warrior Cleric of the Rose (Ranger captain)<br />
10/07/03 Hum [ Wa:20 Cl:21 ] Spartacus, Highlander of the Rose -TWK-<br />
09/19/03 Elf [ Ma: 5 ] Spen, Runecaster of the Rose.<br />
04/19/03 Elf [ Wa:18 Ma:16 ] [[Straezan]] Onimnemnia, Monk of the Rose<br />
04/22/03 Ogr [ Sh: 3 Wa:11 ] Strave, Knight of the Rose<br />
02/09/03 Min [ Sh: 7 ] Strohm, Apprentice Monk of the Rose<br />
04/22/03 Hum [ Wa:14 Cl:15 ] Synn Valkyrie of the Rose<br />
10/13/03 Hum [ Ma:25 Ra:30 Th:21 ] Takeda Shingen - Samurai of the Rose<br />
04/27/03 Elf [ Ma:13 Wa:11 ] Talisa, Sorceress of the Rose<br />
02/25/03 Elf [ Wa:22 Cl:30 ] [[Talyn]] Napei, Knight of the Rose. *Tiger*<br />
02/10/03 Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Taril Healer of the Rose<br />
02/02/03 Elf [ Cl:25 Ra:23 ] That Monk of the Rose<br />
04/10/03 Min [ Bara no Toge ] Thrall Thorn of the Rose<br />
02/21/03 Hum [ Sh: 8 Wa:11 ] Thrill: Life is a rollercoaster! -Monk of the Rose-<br />
06/21/03 Hum [ Cl: 5 ] Tiberon Spellcaster of the Rose<br />
06/10/03 Hum [ Th: 8 Wa: 9 Sh:15 ] Tidus RuneKnight of the Rose<br />
07/30/03 Hlf [ Wa: 7 ] Togo Danderfluff, Swashbuckler of the Rose.<br />
01/26/03 Hel [ Cl:23 Wa:21 ] [[Treehugger]]. Paladin of the Rose Order. *Mad Tweaker*<br />
10/11/03 Elf [ Ra:20 Ma:20 ] Tuck Elven Monk of the Rose<br />
10/15/03 Hum [ Bara no Tamashi ] Valgar, Disciple of the Rose -CC-<br />
09/04/03 Hum [ Th:29 Wa:30 Ma:30 ] Valin, Arcane Assassin of the Rose (FIRE)<br />
05/24/03 Hum [ Ma:10 ] Weedler Caster of Rose 187<br />
05/08/03 Hum [ Wa:20 Ma:15 ] Wired Monk of the Rose<br />
06/29/03 Hum [ Ma:16 Ra:12 ] Xzanadin Squall Ninja of the Rose -CC-<br />
06/09/03 Hel [ Ra:13 Ma:15 ] Yagi, Samurai of the Rose<br />
02/22/03 Elf [ Cl: 8 ] Yurian, Healer of the Rose<br />
08/22/03 Dwa [ Cl: 9 ] Zaku, Blacksmith of the Rose<br />
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== Requirements for Entry ==<br />
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== Additional Notes ==<br />
"Bara no Kishi", Knight of the Rose.<BR><br />
"Bara no Ikari", Anger of the Rose.<BR><br />
"Bara no Koroshiya", Assassin of the Rose.<BR><br />
"Bara no Toge", Thorn of the Rose.<BR><br />
"Bara no Tamashi", Spirit of the Rose<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13608Khali2012-06-05T16:47:52Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
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== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
Sat May 12 12 07:35:24 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Another irish unfettering song"<BR><br />
Tue Jun 05 12 09:45:21 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Sympathy for the minotaur"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
May 05 12 15:20:14 Hel [ Bard: 20 19 15 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
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== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 15 Bard Review]]<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
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[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13232Khali2012-05-12T14:36:17Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
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== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
Sat May 12 12 07:35:24 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Another irish unfettering song"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
May 05 12 15:20:14 Hel [ Bard: 20 19 15 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 15 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_15_Bard_Review&diff=13222Khali - Level 15 Bard Review2012-05-05T22:47:37Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>Khali steps onto the dais.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali strums up an up-beat rythme on her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali taps her foot to a barnyard tempo.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali clears her throat.<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'After the turn of version four point three'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Throughout all of the realm of TFC'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Came a roar and a thunder, declaration of war'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That corrupted all magic, like never before'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali whistes in time with the rythme of her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Cresom appears out of nowhere.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Through the founder's power, a new foe came'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corruptor, was his name'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men tried, and many men died'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Their corpses lay together on the countryside....'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps up and dances wildly, raising the tempo high!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali plucks her guitar quickly.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'In the nick of time, some heros arose...'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Legion of Dawn, who smite all their foes'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'They flew at Cron'tor, to liberate the realm'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'But ol' Cron killed them all, they were overwhelmed!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps around moshing and hammering her guitar!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali launches into a full headbang.<br />
<BR><br />
Wicked magical notes zoom through the air!!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali utters the word, 'summon'<br />
<BR><br />
You have been summoned onto the stage!<br />
<BR><br />
You cannot help but to dance!<br />
<BR><br />
Vendetta snickers softly.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Now, the Legion had sworn that they'd get that man!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'So they asked thier Commander for a new battle plan!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Commander offered spells, to aid in the fight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'While Cron'tor was laughing, they gathered their might!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That Bloody Cron'tor was in a fix!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Legion rifted once, and they healed twice!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'And that damned Cron'tor was soon out of sight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali throws herself across the stage in a knee-slide finale!<br />
<BR><br />
GANG WAY!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<BR><br />
[[Category:Logs]]<BR><br />
[[Category:Bardic]]<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_15_Bard_Review&diff=13221Khali - Level 15 Bard Review2012-05-05T22:37:13Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>Khali steps onto the dais.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali strums up an up-beat rythme on her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali taps her foot to a barnyard tempo.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali clears her throat.<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'After the turn of version four point three'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Throughout all of the realm of TFC'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Came a roar and a thunder, declaration of war'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That corrupted all magic, like never before'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali whistes in time with the rythme of her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Cresom appears out of nowhere.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Through the founder's power, a new foe came'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corruptor, was his name'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men tried, and many men died'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Their corpses lay together on the countryside....'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps up and dances wildly, raising the tempo high!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali plucks her guitar quickly.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'In the nick of time, some heros arose...'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Legion of Dawn, who smite all their foes'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'They flew at Cron'tor, to liberate the realm'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'But ol' Cron killed them all, they were overwhelmed!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps around moshing and hammering her guitar!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali launches into a full headbang.<br />
<BR><br />
Wicked magical notes zoom through the air!!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali utters the word, 'summon'<br />
<BR><br />
You have been summoned onto the stage!<br />
<BR><br />
You cannot help but to dance!<br />
<BR><br />
Vendetta snickers softly.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Now, the Legion had sworn that they'd get that man!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'So they asked thier Commander for a new battle plan!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Commander offered spells, to aid in the fight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'While Cron'tor was laughing, they gathered their might!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That Bloody Cron'tor was in a fix!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Legion rifted once, and they healed twice!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'And that damned Cron'tor was soon out of sight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali throws herself across the stage in a knee-slide finale!<br />
<BR><br />
GANG WAY!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_15_Bard_Review&diff=13220Khali - Level 15 Bard Review2012-05-05T22:34:48Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>Khali steps onto the dais.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali strums up an up-beat rythme on her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali taps her foot to a barnyard tempo.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali clears her throat.<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'After the turn of version four point three'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Throughout all of the realm of TFC'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Came a roar and a thunder, declaration of war'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That corrupted all magic, like never before'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali whistes in time with the rythme of her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Cresom appears out of nowhere.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Through the founder's power, a new foe came'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corruptor, was his name'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men tried, and many men died'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Their corpses lay together on the countryside....'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps up and dances wildly, raising the tempo high!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali plucks her guitar quickly.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'In the nick of time, some heros arose...'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Legion of Dawn, who smite all their foes'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'They flew at Cron'tor, to liberate the realm'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'But ol' Cron killed them all, they were overwhelmed!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps around moshing and hammering her guitar!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali launches into a full headbang.<br />
<BR><br />
Wicked magical notes zoom through the air!!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali utters the word, 'summon'<br />
<BR><br />
You have been summoned onto the stage!<br />
<BR><br />
You cannot help but to dance!<br />
<BR><br />
Vendetta snickers softly.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Now, the Legion had sworn that they'd get that man!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'So they asked thier Commander for a new battle plan!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Commander offered spells, to aid in the fight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'While the Cron'tor was laughing, they gathered their might!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That Bloody Cron'tor was in a fix!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Legion rifted once, and they healed twice!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'And that damned Cron'tor was soon out of sight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali throws herself across the stage in a knee-slide finale!<br />
<BR><br />
GANG WAY!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_15_Bard_Review&diff=13219Khali - Level 15 Bard Review2012-05-05T22:33:53Z<p>Kylor: Created page with "Khali steps onto the dais.<BR> <BR> Khali strums up an up-beat rythme on her guitar. <BR> Khali taps her foot to a barnyard tempo. <BR> Khali clears her throat. <BR> Natilena ..."</p>
<hr />
<div>Khali steps onto the dais.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali strums up an up-beat rythme on her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali taps her foot to a barnyard tempo.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali clears her throat.<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'After the turn of version four point three'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Throughout all of the realm of TFC'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Came a roar and a thunder, declaration of war'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That corrupted all magic, like never before'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali whistes in time with the rythme of her guitar.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Cresom appears out of nowhere.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Threw the founder's power, a new foe came'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corruptor, was his name'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men tried, and many men died'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Their corpses lay together on the countryside....'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps up and dances wildly, raising the tempo high!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali plucks her guitar quickly.<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'In the nick of time, some heros arose...'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Legion of Dawn, who smite all their foes'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'They flew at Cron'tor, to liberate the realm'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'But ol' Cron killed them all, they were overwhelmed!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali jumps around moshing and hammering her guitar!<br />
<BR><br />
Dum de de lum doom de de doom.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cron'tor the Corrupter was rollin' out the score'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Many men died tryin' to end that spree'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Of Cron'tor the Corruptor, of TFC.'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali launches into a full headbang.<br />
<BR><br />
Wicked magical notes zoom through the air!!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena grins happily.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali utters the word, 'summon'<br />
<BR><br />
You have been summoned onto the stage!<br />
<BR><br />
You cannot help but to dance!<br />
<BR><br />
Vendetta snickers softly.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Now, the Legion had sworn that they'd get that man!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'So they asked thier Commander for a new battle plan!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'The Commander offered spells, to aid in the fight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'While the Cron'tor was laughing, they gathered their might!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'That Bloody Cron'tor was in a fix!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Legion rifted once, and they healed twice!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'And that damned Cron'tor was soon out of sight!!'<br />
<BR><br />
Khali throws herself across the stage in a knee-slide finale!<br />
<BR><br />
GANG WAY!<br />
<BR><br />
Natilena laughs.<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13218Khali2012-05-05T22:25:24Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
May 05 12 15:20:14 Hel [ Bard: 20 19 15 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 15 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13217Khali2012-05-05T22:24:12Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
May 05 12 15:20:14 Hel [ Bard: 20 19 15 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13216Khali2012-05-05T22:22:57Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
Sat May 05 12 15:20:14 Hel [ Bard: 20 19 15 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13171Khali2012-05-03T11:46:39Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> the light of hope<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) the twinkling alexandrite ring<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) the dark rose amulet<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Moderate magic) some flowing red robes<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) a heavy cloth scarf<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of studded leather pants<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) some mystically woven puppet strings<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth work gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) (Glowing) some molten elven chain sleeves<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Moderate magic) a small druidwood shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) (Glowing) the Robe of Faith<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) the plain pyrite bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a studded leather bracer<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a slim, deadly holdout dagger<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13105Khali2012-04-18T21:21:35Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 13:20:35 Hel [ Bard: 18 14 13 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Bardling of the Legion.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13104Khali2012-04-18T16:07:20Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
Wed Apr 18 12 09:06:17 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Second attack of the heart"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13038Khali2012-04-06T16:20:32Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "Who will soul sense your soul"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=13037Khali2012-04-06T16:18:43Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Khali's Favorite Tunes from Scores: ==<br />
Fri Apr 06 12 09:18:05 - Khali sings an odd little tune, "And pass door was"<BR><br />
<BR><br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=12992Khali2012-03-31T02:54:34Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali'LeVirdosia<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = Maiden Page of the Legion<br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-Elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = [[Cecil]]<br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<BR><br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<BR><br />
== Wiki Mentions: ==<br />
* [[Khali - Level 5 Bard Review]]<br />
* [[Khali - Level 10 Bard Review]]<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
[[category:People]]<br />
[[category:Bardic]]<br />
[[category:Legion]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_10_Bard_Review&diff=12991Khali - Level 10 Bard Review2012-03-31T02:53:36Z<p>Kylor: Created page with "Khali clears her throat.<BR> <BR> Khali taps upon the drum.<BR> <BR> Khali whacks the drums, THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR> <BR> Khali tunes her cherrywood guitar.<BR> <BR> Khali juggle..."</p>
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<div>Khali clears her throat.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali taps upon the drum.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums, THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali tunes her cherrywood guitar.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali juggles a small ceramic hand drum.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali juggles a pristine, antique guitar of cherrywood.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Dezmond sits down and thinks deeply.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I saw him dancin' there at the Majestic Oak tree <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I knew he must a been effective seventeen.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, He was big and strong.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I was playin' my favorite sooooong.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' I could tell it wouldn't be long.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Till we would XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Yeah with ME! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' I could tell it wouldn't be long.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Till we would XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Yeah with ME!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, SING IT,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So follow your tank and assist up baby.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So come an' take your time XP with me.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Natilena giggles.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, THUMP THUMP YYEOOOOOW!!!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, He grinned so I spelled up and' asked for his name.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, That don't matter, he said, <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, 'Cause it's all the same <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Soon we're gonna find a zone,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, where we can be alone.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' next we were movin' on <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' he grouped me, YEAH ME! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Next we were movin' on <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' he grouped me, YEAH ME! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, SING IT,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So follow your tank and assist up baby <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So come an' take your time XP with me.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali jams a high pitch squeel on her cherrywood guitar!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So we went n' found a zone,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Where we could be alone,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' next we were movin' on <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, An' he was tankin for me, YEAH ME! <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, The XP was cruisin along.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, We were singing that same ol' song <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, Yeah with me,<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, SING IT.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So follow your tank and assist up baby <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, I love to XP.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, So come an' take your time XP with me <BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali whacks the drums THUMP THUMP TSH.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali sings, YEEEOWW!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali moshes so hard she almost breaks her neck!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali moshes so hard she almost breaks her neck!<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Natilena sings 'I love to xp!'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali smiles happily.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Cresom is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.<BR><br />
[[Category:Logs]]<BR><br />
[[Category:Bardic]]<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali_-_Level_5_Bard_Review&diff=12977Khali - Level 5 Bard Review2012-03-28T20:26:31Z<p>Kylor: Created page with "The Storytelling Amphitheater<BR> [Exits: west]<BR> You are in a small amphitheater. Several rows of curved marble benches<BR> curl comfortably around a raised dais. The high ..."</p>
<hr />
<div>The Storytelling Amphitheater<BR><br />
[Exits: west]<BR><br />
You are in a small amphitheater. Several rows of curved marble benches<BR><br />
curl comfortably around a raised dais. The high ceiling and polished<BR><br />
stone walls are shaped to reflect the voice of the speaker at the dais,<BR><br />
letting them be heard throughout the room. An open archway to the west<BR><br />
leads out into a small courtyard.<BR><br />
(Intense Dark Blue Aura) [GS] Natilena is here.<BR><br />
(Invis) (Dark Cyan Aura) Miki is resting here.<BR><br />
(Dark Cyan Aura) Ozzy is resting here.<BR><br />
(Invis 71) (Intense Dark Cyan Aura) [GS] Cecil is here.<BR><br />
(Dark Cyan Aura) Miressa is resting here.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miki says (in common), 'I'd be shocked if hunt show up'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'I'd be shocked if they were polite....'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'Ok everyone.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'Welcome to my first ever poetry recital'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'Before we begin, please allow me to change into something proper.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'I trust the men will be modest.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miki whistles appreciatively.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali gets a snowy white poet shirt from a saddlebag.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali stops using a dragon scale shirt.<BR><br />
Khali wears a snowy white poet shirt on your body.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'There we go'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali clears her throat, obviously a bit nervous.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Natilena smiles at Khali.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miki looks at Khali.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali places one hand on her hip, the other raised slightly for descriptive gesturing.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miressa snickers softly.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'Soft as the skin of Maiden fair.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'The snow doth steam the crisp, cool air.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'Tread upon it I would not dare.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'For my steps have tales to share.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'There is always he who hunts at night.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'And so I cast my magic flight'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'For my demise is his delight.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'Sharp wit to always avoid his might.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'Ever stealthy and flying low.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'Gazing down, a tear falls slow.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'The stunning view of Whitefrost's glow.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali recites, 'From nature's blanket of moonlit snow.'<BR><br />
<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'Moonlit Snow, By Khali'LeVirdosia'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali curtseys to her audience.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miki shows his approval by clapping his hands together.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Natilena claps at Khali's performance.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Miressa claps at Khali's performance.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'thank you, thank you'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Natilena says, 'Very nice Khali'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
Khali says (in common), 'It's an original peice.'.<BR><br />
<BR><br />
[[Category:Logs]]<BR><br />
[[Category:Bardic]]<BR></div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=12967Khali2012-03-26T21:33:44Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = March 15, 2012<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
[[category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=12966Khali2012-03-26T21:32:51Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = October 1, 2005<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
[[category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=12965Khali2012-03-26T21:32:09Z<p>Kylor: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = October 1, 2005<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
<br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
<br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
* [[On Becoming A Demon]]<br />
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== Trivia: ==<br />
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== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
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[[category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Khali&diff=12964Khali2012-03-26T21:31:48Z<p>Kylor: Created page with "{{Info pc |name = Khali |incarnation = I |styled_as = |imm_rank = |created = October 1, 2005 |status = Active |retire_date = |race..."</p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Khali<br />
|incarnation = I<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = October 1, 2005<br />
|status = Active<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Half-elf}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Bard}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following =<br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
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<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
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== Current Description: ==<br />
This slender half-elven woman brings to mind the pin-up girl tattood on the<BR><br />
arm of that burly sailor who frequents the bar in Safehaven. Lithe and athletic<BR><br />
doesn't even begin to describe the physical allure she emits with every motion.<BR><br />
Clearly this young lady mastered the powers of charisma at an all too young age<BR><br />
for her eyes carry the spark of promise should any man be willing to feed her<BR><br />
addiction to scores and scrolls. She is bathed in the essence of her own bardic<BR><br />
charm and it's clear she enjoys your attention.<BR><br />
Khali leads a charmed life.<BR><br />
Khali is in perfect health.<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
Mar 26 12 14:30:05 Hel [ Bard: 12 9 5 ] Khali'LeVirdosia, Maiden Page of the Legion.<br />
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== Current EQ Set ==<br />
<BR><br />
Khali is using:<BR><br />
<used as light> (Glowing) the Star of the One Dwarf<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the cracked turquoise ring<BR><br />
<worn on finger> (Magical) the Seal of Dhuvrad<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) a Minor Amulet of True Seeing<BR><br />
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant pearl amulet<BR><br />
<worn on body> (Weak magic) a dragon scale shirt<BR><br />
<worn on head> (Magical) a quilted cloth hat<BR><br />
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of heavy cloth tights<BR><br />
<worn on feet> (Magical) dark purple knee-high leather boots<BR><br />
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of elven chain gloves<BR><br />
<worn on arms> (Magical) pieces of graveworm hide<BR><br />
<worn as shield> (Magical) a wooden kite shield<BR><br />
<worn about body> (Magical) an elven chain harness<BR><br />
<worn about waist> (Magical) a tight fitting sash<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the splendid aquamarine bracelet<BR><br />
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glorious jasper bracelet<BR><br />
<wielded> (Magical) a fishing spear<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
<worn with pride> (Magical) the Symbol of the High Mage of Kuroth<BR><br />
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<BR><br />
<br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
* [[On Becoming A Demon]]<br />
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== Trivia: ==<br />
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<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
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[[category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rincewind&diff=12963Rincewind2012-03-26T21:16:24Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Rincewind<br />
|incarnation = VI<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = October 1, 2005<br />
|status = Inactive<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Human}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}<BR/>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR/>{{Class|Thief}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
The man before you embodies the word 'imposing.' His body has been shaped by<BR><br />
thousands of battles over the decades, like a sword honed and formed on the <BR><br />
anvil of evil. His head is cleanly shaven, a complex series of dark patterns<BR><br />
inked upon the bare flesh. The marks travel the span of his neck to disappear <BR><br />
under the well-worn, combat-scarred armor he wears but glimpses can be seen on <BR><br />
his hands, the bits and pieces hinting at a more complex whole.<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
06/15/2008 : Hum [ Th:13 Wa:21 Cl:27 ] Rincewind hasn't died in 7 days! That's insane!<br />
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== Current EQ Set ==<br />
FOR TRADE SEE IN GAME <BR><br />
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== Character History: ==<br />
* [[On Becoming A Demon]]<br />
<br />
== Trivia: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
[[category:People]]</div>Kylorhttps://www.tfcmud.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rincewind&diff=12962Rincewind2012-03-26T21:15:37Z<p>Kylor: </p>
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<div>{{Info pc<br />
|name = Rincewind<br />
|incarnation = VI<br />
|styled_as = <br />
|imm_rank = <br />
|created = October 1, 2005<br />
|status = Inactive<br />
|retire_date = <br />
|race = {{Race|Human}}<br />
|hometown = <br />
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}}<BR/>{{Class|Warrior}}<BR/>{{Class|Thief}}<br />
|last_seen = <br />
|followed = <br />
|spouse = <br />
|partner = <br />
|parents = <br />
|children = <br />
|relatives = <br />
|areas_written = <br />
|immorted_on = <br />
|following = <br />
|portfolio = <br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== Mud Contributions/Notes: ==<br />
<br />
== Current Description: ==<br />
The man before you embodies the word 'imposing.' His body has been shaped by<BR><br />
thousands of battles over the decades, like a sword honed and formed on the <BR><br />
anvil of evil. His head is cleanly shaven, a complex series of dark patterns<BR><br />
inked upon the bare flesh. The marks travel the span of his neck to disappear <BR><br />
under the well-worn, combat-scarred armor he wears but glimpses can be seen on <BR><br />
his hands, the bits and pieces hinting at a more complex whole.<BR><br />
<br />
<BR><br />
== WHO Lists: ==<br />
06/15/2008 : Hum [ Th:13 Wa:21 Cl:27 ] Rincewind hasn't died in 7 days! That's insane!<br />
<br />
== Current EQ Set ==<br />
FOR TRADE SEE IN GAME <BR><br />
<br />
== Character History: ==<br />
* [[On Becoming A Demon]]<br />
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== Trivia: ==<br />
<br />
<br />
== Personal Timeline: ==<br />
02/14/2004: Rincewind is silenced by [[Molo]] for "a disrespectful comment regarding the sexual preference<br />
of both Tokugawa and Nayr in response to a Cordir quest question."<BR><BR><br />
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[[category:People]]</div>Kylor