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|name = Heartsbane
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|created = May 03, 1998
|status = Inactive
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|race = {{Race|Minotaur}}
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|classes = {{Class|Mage}} {{Class|Thief}}
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|followed = [[Jerald]]
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== Mud Contributions: ==
As a member of Jerald's following Heartsbane was active in the writing of poetry and song. 
 
===[ 9] Heartsbane: Heartsbane's Law===
Tue Nov 17 09:10:02 1998 
To: all 
When you kill a corpse, young buck, 
Be sure that you will test your luck, 
If you fail, then you may boast, 
That at least you got to see a ghost. 
 
Now if you're feeling battle weary, 
You ought to be a little leery, 
Of visits from beyond the grave, 
Noting that revenge they crave. 
 
Think not that you can flee your doom, 
They find, no matter what the room, 
Sucking mana down like wine, 
Saferoom? They don't care, that's fine:) 
 
And should you hurt them hard, they go, 
But then return to cause more woe 
Until at last, the battle ends, 
And you must go begin again. 
 
For there is no way to avoid the howl, 
Of those that you have disemboweled, 
To gain your levels, take your chances, 
Remember though, death loves his dances. 
 
And so, oh newbie, shake with fear, 
As for the first time you hear, 
Voices wroth with calls for vengeance, 
and rattling chains in dingy dungeons 
 
===[185] anonymous: Heartsbane's Law===
Tue Nov 17 16:52:04 1998 
To: all 
This should be posted somewhere in mud school :) 
 
===[Board 5] Jerald: heartsbanes' entry for the contest.===
Sat Jun 20 20:58:47 1998 
To followers of: Jerald 
Slowly, yet surely, we creep towards our goals 
Surely we will achieve.. 
The next level. More skills. More stuff. 
More spells 
 
When really, that isn't the final goal. 
To stretch boundries, explore new realms, hell 
_create_ more realms. 
And yet, somehow, all that is lost. 
"I might die out there". 
Lose that equiptment... 
Lose that exp... 
Lose. 
 

== Current Description: ==
 

== Equipment: 11/19/1998==
> eq
You are using:
<used as light> a ball of bright blue light
<worn on finger> the dull chalcedony ring
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a fish-scale cloak
<worn on body> an animal hide shirt
<worn on head> a moose hide helmet
<worn on legs> a pair of padded cloth commoner's pants
<worn on feet> moose hide boots
<worn on hands> a pair of thick gloves
<worn on arms> moose hide sleeves
<worn about body> a moose hide robe
<worn about waist> a padded cloth belt
<worn around wrist> an animal hide wrist guard
<wielded> a hammer
<held> a bound scroll
<worn with pride> the Medallion of the Lemur
<worn with pride> the Medallion of the Lemur
 
== WHO Lists: ==
05/22/1998 - Min [ Ma: 5 ] Heartsbane is beholden to no-one.
05/28/1998 - Min [ Ma: 8 ] Heartsbane is his own hereford.
06/02/1998 - Min [ Ma: 9 ] Heartsbane follows Coffee.
06/19/1998 - Min [ Th: 1 Ma:11 ] Heartsbane. Minotaur and scribe.
06/21/1998 - Min [ Th: 2 Ma:11 ] Heartsbane- Limericks r us.
06/23/1998 - Min [ Th: 3 Ma:11 ] Heartsbane, illiterate follower of Jerald
08/23/1998 - Min [ Th: 7 Ma:11 ] Heartsbane likes to avoid bARTering.
11/16/1998 - Min [ Th:15 Ma:11 ] Heartsbane: will write poems for gold.
 
== Character History: ==
===Historical Snippet - 11/19/1998:===
Duvel gossips (in common), '*pokes Heartsbane's prime topside*'. 
 
You gossip (in common), '*wiggles his tender rump at Duvel* It's all lean beef!'. 
 
===Historical Snippet - Chat With Nayr: 11/16/1998===
Nayr has transferred you. 
 
Nayr's Office 
[Exits: none] 
You are standing on a wide disk of polished onyx, about twenty feet 
in diameter. On all sides you are surrounded by empty air, as this 
disk is floating high in the sky above the world. In the precise 
center of the disk floats an enormous legless chair, from which Nayr 
watches the mortal world. Mounted on the left shoulder of the chair 
is a raven's perch. 
The sky is rainy and a cold northern gust blows. 
[GS] Nayr is here. 
>l nayr 
You see a tall Elf. His elegantly pointed ears echo the delicate lines 
of his face, youthful and smooth. This youthful appearance is betrayed, 
however, by a glance at his ancient sea-blue eyes. In their quiet depths 
lie three thousand years of stories. He is garbed in fine elfweave, woven 
from the blue-black light of the dying day. His presence is powerful, 
almost intimidating, but he gives you an amused smile that calms your mind. 
Nayr is bathed in the essence of charisma. 
Nayr is in perfect health. 
Nayr is using: 
<worn on finger> a Ring of Enchantment 
<worn on finger> the Ring of Truth 
<worn around neck> the Master Key, on a silver chain 
<worn around neck> a silver pentagram on a chain 
<worn on body> a twilight elfweave poet's shirt 
<worn on head> a night-black headband 
<worn on legs> a pair of starlight elfweave pants 
<worn on feet> a pair of black suede boots 
<worn on hands> (Glowing) an energy field 
<worn on arms> Ygg the Raven, perched on a bracer 
<worn as shield> an ancient patience 
<worn about body> a cloak of Lagmonster hide 
<worn about waist> the Mobius belt, from which the sword Souldrinker hangs 
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of tiny black roses 
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of tiny blood red roses 
<wielded> (Glowing) phenomenal cosmic power 
<worn with pride> (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood 
You say (in common), 'I see:)'. 
Nayr chuckles, evidently amused. 
Nayr says, 'I'm annoying when I'm avoiding math'. 
You say (in common), 'Poor duv, his corpse is in votex:)'. 
Nayr nods. 
You chuckle at his joke. 
You say (in common), 'I should say something annoying about math, but I can't think of anything:)'. 
Nayr laughs. 
Nayr says, 'Hrm... I was going to say I should adjust that descrip back to two thousand years of stories..'. 
Nayr says, 'Since I upped it when ages were changed'. 
Nayr says, 'Except I seem to have aged since then'. 
 
You throw back your head and cackle with insane glee! 
Nayr sits down and thinks deeply. 
You say (in common), 'Just put "befote time stabilised"'. 
 
Nayr says, 'Needs to be four thousand now'. 
Nayr snickers softly. 
Nayr says, 'That's kinda sick'. 
You say (in common), 'I feel a stripling at 196 years old:)'. 
Nayr shivers uncomfortably. 
Nayr nods in recognition to you. 
Nayr says, 'Back in the good old days...'. 
Nayr says, 'Not that I remember being that young'. 
Nayr snickers softly. 
Heartsbane sits on the floor... "Tell me a story, Grandpa"! 
Nayr laughs. 
Nayr says, 'Once upon a time there were two towns, by a straight river'. 
Nayr says, 'And they wanted to pump water from the river'. 
Nayr says, 'But they were cheap'. 
Nayr says, 'And they wanted to use the least amount of pipe'. 
Nayr says, 'And one pump'. 
Nayr snickers softly. 
You throw back your head and cackle with insane glee! 
You say (in common), 'Oooh, this story sounds wierd:) It reminds me of a lot of stories like that I had to look at, once upon a time..'. 
Nayr chuckles, evidently amused. 
Nayr says, 'And when I apply what I think should be the formula, it doesn't work well'. 
Nayr says, 'So, who knows'. 
Nayr shrugs eloquently. 
 
You say (in common), 'Umm. Too long ago for me to remember any of this, unfortunately:) Sorry- I used to like working these buggers out...'. 
Nayr chuckles, evidently amused. 
Nayr says, 'I might too, but it's getting near 3'. 
Nayr says, 'And I put it off this weekend'. 
Nayr shrugs. 
You say (in common), 'Never do today what you can do tomorrow...'. 
Nayr says, 'Had better things to do'. 
Nayr chuckles, evidently amused. 
Nayr nods in recognition to you. 
Nayr says, 'Of course, I _could_ do this tomorrow..'. 
You say (in common), 'Of course, I flunked out of uni:)'. 
Nayr says, 'But I'd have to get up at like 10'. 
Nayr shivers uncomfortably. 
You cackle at yourself. Now, THAT'S strange! 
Nayr says, 'Ugh, that doesn't sound fun'. 
You comfort him. 
You say (in common), 'Sokay- I went and got a real job:)'. 
Nayr says, 'The flunking out part, that is.. I know what getting up at 10 is like'. 
Nayr chuckles, evidently amused. 
Nayr says, 'That sounds even worse'. 
Nayr snickers softly. 
You say (in common), 'oops, RL calls... Sorry to duck and run:)'. 
Nayr nods in recognition to you. 
Nayr waves happily. 
 
You wave. 
Nayr makes a mystical gesture. 
Nayr has transferred you. 
 
===Historical Snippet - 11/21/1998: Lambique's Poem===
You tell Lambique (in common), 'You wanted a poem?'. 
 
Lambique tells you (in common), 'Yup'. 
 
You tell Lambique (in common), '*grin* About what?'. 
 
Lambique tells you (in common), 'Uh.....what about beer?'. 
 
You tell Lambique (in common), '*puzzled* Beer?? '. 
 
Lambique tells you (in common), 'Or maybe patatoe chips or sumting'. 
 
You tell Lambique (in common), 'A man of simple tastes, eh? What do you want with poetry?'. 
 
Lambique tells you (in common), 'Uh......eat it?'.
 
You tell Lambique (in common), 'Lambique, a true cleric elf'. 
You tell Lambique (in common), 'Is true to his god, alcohol.'. 
You tell Lambique (in common), 'A second choice crisps off the shelf'. 
You tell Lambique (in common), 'If inedible, theoretical, dump it all.'. 
 
You gossip (in common), 'Gup- steals your nose, | money, weapons, clothes,' 
You gossip (in common), 'He leaves you quite bare, | Trying to cover down there,'. 
You gossip (in common), 'Then before you can think, | Gup turns you pink.'. 
 
 

==Score:==
===08/23/1998===
You are Heartsbane likes to avoid bARTering., 
61 years old (199 hours), created Sun May 03 98 07:37:55. 
You live in War'loov's Fortress and your race is Minotaur. 
You are a level 7 Thief, level 11 Mage. 
You worship Jerald, who appears to be OFFLINE 
You have 57/137 hit, 196/196 mana, 200/206 movement, 1 practices. 
You have 0 training sessions remaining. 
You are carrying 20/33 items with weight 147/155 kg. 
Str: TRN Int: TRN Wis: TRN Dex: TRN Con: TRN Chr: TRN 
TRN = trainable, MAX = untrainabTRN = trainable, MAX = untrainable. 
You are neither very lucky nor unlucky. 
You have scored 30860 exp (146035 total), and have 1429 gold coins. 
You need 1723 exp for level 8. 
Autoexit: yes. Autogold: yes. Autoloot: no. Autosac: no. 
Wimpy set to 20 hit points. 
You are standing. 
You are protected. 
You are Good. 
 

===11/16/1998===
You are Heartsbane the Grey poet.,
196 years old (368 hours), created Sun May 03 98 07:37:55.
You live in War'loov's Fortress and your race is Minotaur.
You are a level 15 Thief, level 11 Mage.
You have 186/186 hit, 158/161 mana, 266/266 movement, 2 practices.
You have 0 training sessions remaining.
You are carrying 23/33 items with weight 112/155 kg.
Str: TRN Int: TRN Wis: TRN Dex: TRN Con: TRN Chr: TRN
TRN = trainable, MAX = untrainable.
You are fairly lucky.
You have scored 99136 exp (232379 total), and have 4966 gold coins.
You need 7926 exp for level 16.
Autoexit: yes. Autogold: yes. Autoloot: yes. Autosac: yes.
Wimpy set to 0 hit points.
You are thirsty.
You are standing.
You are protected.
You are unaligned
 
== Trivia: ==
* Whenever he logged off, Heartsbane emoted, "Heartsbane makes a gesture, and vanishes back from whence he came."
 

== Player Provided Information: ==
 

== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==
Heartsbane lived in Australia. 
 
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