Kennet D'Augustine

Kennet D'Augustine (I)
Redhorn
Created	1996
Status	Inactive
Race	Minotaur
Hometown	Mithas
Classes	Thief Warrior Mage
Last Seen	September 11, 2015
Followed	Tel Cordir
Relatives	Brother:Keller Amberlin D'Augustine Niece: Natalie Rose D'Augustine

Current Description:

A powerfully built minotaur towers over you. His shoulders are broad and strong, and the grip upon his crossbow is sure. As your gaze travels over his form, you notice an intricate tatooo of vines and leaves creeping up his forearm. Another mark crawls sinuously over the side of his throat, shaped somewhat like a spider's web. Yet another is embedded in his shoulders, flanks, and abdomen - runes in Duergar, one of the Sacred Regalia of his faith. His eyes are old and sad. They have seen much of life, of death, of time's passage.
He bows slightly, murmuring, 'Kennet D'augustine, at your service...'

Kennet won't win any beauty contests.
Kennet is in perfect health.
Kennet is using:

<used as light>     (Glowing) a war banner 

<worn on finger>    (Moderate magic) a white gold ring 

<worn around neck>  (Weak magic) the delicate bloodstone amulet 

<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) (Woven) moonlight and shards of ebon crystal 

<worn on body>      (Moderate magic) a surcoat emblazed with a red dragon 

<worn on head>      (Moderate magic) (Humming) a padded cloth cap 

<worn on legs>      a pair of dragon scale leggings 

<worn on feet>      a pair of dragon scale boots 

<worn on hands>     (Moderate magic) a pair of heavy cloth formal gloves 

<worn on arms>      (Weak magic) a pair of studded leather sleeves 

<worn about body>   (Potent magic) the Ward of the Triat 

<worn around wrist> (Weak magic) the grimy malachite bracelet 

<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a tattoo of creeping ivy 

<wielded>           (Artifact magic) (Heathen) a slender stiletto 

<held>              (Weak magic) a shiny bit of green glass 

<worn with pride>   a cloth baldric, draped over the shoulder 

<worn with pride>   (Blue Aura) (Weak magic) (Heathen) (Glowing) a couatl feather 

WHO List:

Min [ Th:14 Wa:16       ] Kennet: We're on a mission from god. (Date Unknown)
Min [ Th:27 Wa:18. .. . ] Kennet: Wolf of Fenric               (February 1997)
Min [    Th:24 Wa:18    ] Kennet: Wolf of Fenris                (July 5, 1999)
Min [ Ma: 5 Wa:18 Th:27 ] Kennet: Wolf of Fenris, Seer of Fate  (August 1999)

Character History:

Born Kennet the Redhorn, in the year of the OuterRealm 1996, this minotaur has led an interesting life. His mother, the Lady D'augustine, once lay with a beast of burden. When her husband returned from the wars to find the result of this forbidden union he was furious, and demanded that she choose between her family and the newborn child. For weeks she refused, but finally he grew tired of her protests and stole the child from her bedchamber in the middle of the night. Giving young Kennet to a serving woman, he ordered the child be left in the deepest forest near the southern end of the World where surely the hungry creatures of the forest would remove this blight from the land.

But little did Lord D'Augustine know, for while many in the outside world believed that all who stayed overnight within this forest would be forever lost, they were unaware that those who worked to preserve this ruse were not quite so bloodthirsty as they would have others believe. One such creature, a brownie, took note of the servant woman and her awkward burden. Once she set the burden on the ground and began to make her way back out of the forest he sent a mental command to his wolf pack to dismember the woman while he moved in to inspect this odd-scented offering. Imagine his surprise when he found not spices or gold or other sacred offerings, as some were wont to leave in this place, but a Minotaur child. Taking a moment to communicate with his wolf pack and to bemoan his bad luck at happening upon this problem, he picked up the child and began his journey towards Mithas, the forbidden city where he knew this child could be cared for.

Years passed while Kennet grew up a poor ward of the city. The citizens of Mithas would not let a child starve, but they certainly made him earn his keep. The years of heavy labor left their mark on the young Kennet though, and by the time he reached maturity he was a powerful example of a minotaur. Like all male minotaurs he had also been taught the rudimentary arts of war, because all would be expected to take up arms should the city come under attack. In this he proved an apt pupil, and often amazed his instructors with his skill and quickness with all manner of weapons. They may have been amazed by his skill with weapons, but they would have been more amazed at how he spent his evenings. For all those years while he was spending mornings working in the fields or helping mend the walls of the maze at the entrance of town and his afternoons learning to fight, he was spending his nights receiving another kind of instruction. As good a fighter as he was turning out to be, he was a better thief. His instruction was led first by pickpockets, but towards his majority he ended up the sole student of a minotaur who called himself the Supreme Thief.

Finally the time came when he was deemed to have repaid his debt to society, and was released from his indenture. The next day he was on a small skiff, heading north from his only home towards the main continent in search of adventure. Adventure he sought, and adventure he found, and along the way he came to be know to many powerful beings. One such being was a God of the land, by the name of Ivorytiger. In testing his influences among the mortals of this land this being came to ordain Kennet as his one and only Paladin. Normally only a gift bestowed by good immortals on their human followers, but the gods are capricious, and soon Ivorytiger tired of this game and he cast Kennet away. But Kennet survived the ordeal, perhaps a little changed, but richer in the knowledge of who his parents had been, the last gift of a capricious god. Not long after he found his lost family and though neither of his parents would acknowledge him he came to find a kindred spirit in his half-brother, Keller D'Augustine. For many years Kennet and Keller roamed the land in the service of Tel, the God of Passionate, slaying evil and learning much about the world around them.

After a time Kennet came to fall into a great sleep, the nature of which he would never know, and upon awakening he found the world around him much changed. No longer did his brother Keller walk the land, no longer did his Lord Tel illuminate his soul from up on high. And Kennet came to feel a loneliness that he had never known. But good and evil still walked the land, fighting each other and fighting themselves, and Kennet came to wonder at the purpose behind it all. He came to wonder where his lost had gone, and if he would ever meet with them again, in this world or without. So he began another kind of quest, this time to to combat evil but to combat ignorance instead.

The Hound's Tale:

Notes: Kennet had accepted a quest to learn/visit/explore every single zone on the mud. He kept track of the places that he visited in journal form. Unfortunately, he only sent in a few entries.

And so began my journey to the far reaches of the realm. On the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2368 I ventured forth...

Day 1: I began my travels with a jump from the Summoner's Chamber in the High Tower of Sorcery. My leap of faith took me to a Troll Den, where I was forced to slay a few trolls who disagreed with my presence as much as their smell disagreed with the large steak I had recently consumed. Leaving them behind I ventured east, finding myself somewhere I recognized, at the entrance to the green dragon's lair. Not wishing to disturb him yet again I turned about and headed westward, seeking the mythical Shadowed Valley which was rumored to lie in that direction.

When I was rudely interrupted from consulting my map by a banshee's screech I knew I had to be on the right path. I quickly tossed the map aside and crept forward to do battle with the undead fiend. It was a mighty battle, but at the end I proved her better. Tis sad, really... there are few on whom I would wish the fate of that tormented soul. Perhaps her soul can now know peace. Looking up from my crossbow's handywork I found myself in the Shadowed Valley... it would seem that our running duel had taken us onward into the valley she called home. After hours of wandering with nothing in sight but twisted, mis-shapen trees I came upon an ebon tower, reaching up beyond the treetops into the darkened sky. Alas I explored the tower and found naught but locked doors and empty rooms... although many times I thought I spotted recent tracks I can only assume must have belonged to an air elemental. The only locked door I was able to open was deep in the basement of the tower, where a little creative locksmithing allowed me to gain acess to a wind-swept chamber. However this too revealed nothing to me of the denizens of this strange place. Finally, I grew tired of my fruitless searching and made my way out of that accursed valley. As I left I was again forced to free the tortured soul of another elven maiden from it's tormented existence before, cursed and muted, I was able to make my way out of the valley, and back into the relative safety of the dark forest beyond.

On my way back from the Valley towards civilisation I happened to wander into a nest of large spiders, who apparently prey upon hapless travelers, cocooning then in vast expanses of webbing. I slew a few of them but, finding not one living traveler I finally headed for home... I will have to warn those in nearby cities of the dangerous patch of forest on their border...

Day 2: Prompted into action by a desire to achieve the title of mobmaster of the 33rd degree I undertook a visit to the gardens of the Tower of Penfold. My goal, to slay a killer bee. I wasn't certain that I would find such a creature there but I'll never get anywhere if I don't try. After entering the garden I encountered any number of fierce creatures but was unable to find my target. Finally, during a fight, oddly enough, with a carnivorous oat stalk I quaffed the wrong potion and, instead of healing my wounds, I teleported myself to the bottom of the Vile Rune. I still can't understand why that oat stalk hates me so... I don't partake of his kind, staying instead with safer foods like beef, and... beef.

Trivia:

• Kennet is half-brother to Keller, and thus step-brother to Cordir.
  
• Kennet, as her closest male relative, served as Cordir's personal Champion for a time.
  
• Kennet took on the following Geasa: First, To make sure that those newborn to this realm do not want for food. Second, To bring all stolen items before the Supreme Thief of Mithas, so that he may choose those he wishes to keep for himself. Third, To never harm any who have served Lord Tel, and known Keller as their Paladin.

Personal Timeline:

July 24, 1999 - Kennet joins the Chosen. August 22, 1999 - Kennet D'Augustine triples to Mage. His very first spell is Shield.
September 3, 1999 - A GT is held at Grandma Tony's in Tucson, Arizona. In attendance are: (Mortals) Kamil, Elistan, Majere, Rubicant, Nydus, Gaul, Rocky, Marisa, Trap, Kennet, Jahiliya, Nyx, and (Immortals) Cordir, Syla, and Thaygar, with Asia arriving just as the GT was ending.
September 27, 1999 - Kennet finds the Dracolich of the Shadowed Valley. Fleeing for his life, he makes it to the Guild Hall, where Abender the Stormreaver, Kannon, and Gunner offer to help. The battle is fought, and all are heavily wounded and their belongings damaged by the Dracolich's acid breath. The three refuse any aid or recompense for their losses.
August 15, 2000: Kennet levels to Ma:13/Wa:18/Th:27.