Homard Brokenstone the Sapper-Trained of the Forge, Drillmaster of Battle

Role

Patient Intake Form

Subject is a young Svirfneblin (male), hailing from the 
dominion of Cragstone (Upper.) Child's Burrow Warden 
Mistress reports that subject did forcibly cave in the 
skull of another child (male) in the Burrow with a shovel 
(toy.) Victim's condition is to be reported as status:
deceased.

Observation in Children's wing of Asylum Cragstone (Lower)
recommended. Evaluation to be required one year from date
at top of parchment. 

Chief Intake Officer
Asylum Cragstone (Lower)
Doktor Feldsparus Marblefoot



Evaluation (Year 1)

Subject seems able-bodied and of average intelligence. 
Preoccupied with cleanliness, though not to a level considered
medically pertinent. 

Subject displays normal reaction times for Svirfneblin youth
(male.)

Subject open and engaging on most subject matter. Subject not 
forthcoming on reason for Svirficide of playmate. Discussion
leads only to muttering of "sparks" and "cleaning up the mess."

Recommendation: Continue Evaluation for period of 10 years.

Chief Children's Officer
Asylum Cragstone (Lower)
Doktor Amolitia Gneiss



Incident Report (Year 5)

Subject presented at count (morning) bearing fresh facial wound.
Line drawn from eye to mouth with blade. When requested explanation 
subject displayed sharpened flint (contraband.) No further 
explanation given.

Recommendation: As this is first incident, recommendation is to 
continue observation.

ADDENDUM: (Add to regimen invoker-administered electric-therapy
{Gneiss})

Chief Security Officer
children's Wing
Asylum Cragstone (Lower)
Officer Igneo Basaltus

Incident (Year 7)

Subject has displayed behavior of "inspecting" other patients
(smelling.) Apparently discovered something disagreeable on
other patient (male) and throttled until near death. Victim's
status is reported: critical, but expected to recover.

Recommendation: Speaking freely, I get a bad feeling about this
one.

ADDENDUM: (Double electric-therapy, add 1/week water-therapy
{Gneiss})

Chief Security Officer
children's Wing
Asylum Cragstone (Lower)
Officer Igneo Basaltus


Evaluation (Year 10)

Subject has grown increasingy obsessed with "cleanliness" of, as yet,
undetermined definition. Smelling of patients and objects has continued.
Violent outbursts have increased on a yearly basis (see attached folder
of 42 incident reports.) Explanations for behaviors have not been
forthcoming.

Elemental therapies have proved ineffectual. May have contributed to
decline of subject.

Evaluation: It is unlikely that subject will ever be reindoctrinated or
will ever hold a position in Svirfneblin society. Status to be listed
as INCORRIGIBLE (VIOLENT.) It is beyond the scope of this facility,
certainly the Children's Wing, to continue treatment of this subject.

Recommendation: Though distasteful for one so young, it is recommended
that subject be remanded to Asylum Teth Azeleth in return for [CENSORED].

Chief of Staff
Asylum Cragstone (Upper/Lower)
Doktor Obsidius Blackrock, Certified Invoker

The Next Thirty Years

Thirty years spent in a Drowish madhouse would likely drive even the most
sober-minded paladin to the depths of insanity, but such places, of 
course, do not exist. 

The Dark Elves maintain the illusion that have treatments for the 
unsettled minds of any of Thera's races. They trade mithril and magics 
for mad Dwarves and Humans; copper and geomancy for Gnomes and 
Svirfneblin. Usually the families are doubly glad for the small payment 
they receive in return. The true value is in being rid of the afflicted 
child. No more nights spent in terror, days long-wound with worry.

Even some of the established hospitals will trade with the Drow. Entire 
wards of mental-cases emptied in return for a cart or two of glittery-
black weapons. "Who will miss them?" is the justification. "The militia
needs to be armed, after all. And I'm sure the Drow can provide better 
care than we could ever manage." Though few actually believe that.

The Dark-Elves realized some generations ago that this was a far easier 
way to acquire specimens than dashing in with swords-flashing and Driders 
spewing venom. It could be difficult to determine whether a small 
settlement of Gnomes harbored a war-mage these days. Easier to trade some 
useless blades for a few of the "touched" instead. They weren't, after 
all, savages.

The specimens mad their way to the schools, of course. What better way to 
learn to kill a Minotaur than to dissect one alive? It turns out that the
Bulls have a rather weak spot just under the...well, we'll keep that a
secret for now.

Now, it just might happen that a young svirfneblin might be taken to the
school of magic where he might spend the next years being enlarged and
reduced, burned and cooled, tortured and healed, transmuted and invoked.

That would be terrible enough for anyone? But it might just be worse for
someone who landed in this mess to begin with because they were extra-
ordinarily sensitive to a particular smell, a smell that few have the
nose for, but which reeks like sulphur and orc-shit to the few who can
sense it. The smell of magic.

Granted, there are some for whom the smell is like roses borne aloft by
cherub-farts, but not for this one. He smelled the nascent spark in his
childhood companion and stove in the youth's head in an attempt to 
cleanse him. Foolish, yes, but so work the minds of children.

Now imagine such a nose being held captive for decades in a place where
magic seeps from the walls. Someone not already mad might be driven there
by such an experience. Don't you agree?

Svirfnebli scholars among you might be intrigued, or even somewhat
taken aback by Homard's last name. Topsiders, however, probably
don't know the significance. Here's a lesson in Svirfnebli burial
custom.

When a Svirf farms his last crystals, his body is "returned to the
earth" in such a way that the deep-gnome communities do not have
what topsiders think of as graveyards. The names of the dead are
then inscribed on a great wall of rememberance, which is a fixture
of most deep-gnome communities. 

But, not all names are remembered in this way. If certain boundries
are crossed, the name will not be written on the wall. Murderers,
traitors, and, yes, the mad have their names inscribed on stone tablets.
These tablets are then broken with a hammer and cast onto a pile.

At this point the taitor or madman loses his Svirf-name and is
granted the dishonorific "Brokenstone." It is a not uncommon insult
in these societies to guess at the number of Brokenstones in a
rival's ancestry.

The size of a communities pile of Brokenstones is a matter of 
shame or pride for the deep-gnomes. Every Svirf knows the rhyme
of the town of Chert, whose citizens could not be compliant and
whose broken-stones were the size of a giant.

What this means, of course, is that there are a handful of Svirfnebli
who walk Thera, but are dead in the eyes of their people. They
are the Brokenstones.

The Brokenstone sat against a tree in The Holy Grove. His axes
lay beside him, his helmet on the ground. He was transfixed by
a small creature hard at work in a bush level with his eyes.

It was a caterpillar, though he didn't have that word, so he 
called it a "worm." It was building a chrysalis, but he didn't 
have that word either, so he called it a "worm-house."

He couldn't imagine why it was doing such a thing. The worms
of The Underdark never built houses, he didn't think. It was
a strange spectacle, but it was distracting him from his problems.

He stank. He stank as any warrior who fought day and night, but
he also Stank of The Stink. After decades of being twisted and
blasted by magic he could feel it inside of him and smell it
coming off of him. It disgusted him.

He was mad. Not enraged, but mad like the howling Dwarf down
in the Drow city. The other day he had tracked a bard from
the desert all the way to the Frigid Wastelands. Why? At the
last moment he stayed his hand, but for the entirety of the
hunt he was convinced that the bard was a sorcerous doctor
come to drag him back down. What could that be other than madness?

Perhaps they were right all along. He knew it was unlikely that
every wizard in Thera was a doctor coming for him, but when
he saw them, when he smelled them, the rage and fear just took
over and he'd go slashing at them with all his might. Fine, that,
fine, for it is far better to be safe than sorry where one's
eternal imprisonment at the hands of the sadistic Drow are 
concerned, but hounding some poor singer? Madness.

And what of the time he took a blade to his own face? He was
a child, yes, but he still had no explanation for it. Fingering
the scar he remembered trying to draw forth tears with the 
blade, but failing. Another sign? An early sign?

And weak. Perhaps it was atrophy of mind and muscle after all
that time with the Drow, but he struggled to kill his enemies,
sending only one Doctor to the pit, though he fought at every
turn. He could fill them with fear, sure, make them run, but
as of yet he had only repaid one the debt they were all due.
It frustrated and saddened him.

Mad, weak, and stinking is no way to go through life. 

He remembered one of the things the howling Dwarf would scream:
"Oh Thror, Heat Me Up, Pound Me Down, Quench My Pain, I'm Me
Again!" He wasn't sure what that meant, but he'd find this 
Thror and ask for his help.

Brokenstone sat in the Voralian guild under the watchful eye of
the Elven guildmaster. Homard sneered at him. He had come bursting
into the guild, drenched with sweat, shrieking that Bragthrak Stone-
Smasher, Elemental Rock Troll had been chasing him since Darsylon.

Thing was...there was no troll. Was there?

He could swear he'd been stomping through Arendyl, hoping to catch
a Doctor or two at work on the Elves when he'd been stricken with
The Big Freeze, a complete and utter inability to move. He figured
that this was it. They'd finally caught up with him and he was
going to be held, immobile, until they strapped him back down in
Teth Azeleth.

But, once The Big Freeze let him go he saw the Rock Troll burst
forth from beneath the ground. It chased him willy-nilly until
he broke for the goodly city of Voralia.

It was halfway down Shepard's Row that he began to question 
what had happened. Howling and caterwauling, the travellers
he passed (and tried to warn) took no heed of him, but rather
averted their eyes and shushed their children.

By the time he got to the guild he was convinced of only one thing:
He needed this thing, this madness, this weakness, pounded out of
him rightly quick. It would have to become one of his top priorities,
which now listed killing doctors, impressing these Villagers, and
freeing himself from the evils that beset him. As he muttered the
list under his breath the Elven guildmaster glared at him. Homard
glared back. It was a good list, he thought.

As he slunk out the door he added one more thing to the list: Keep
an eye out for Elemental Rock Trolls.

It must have been the heat of the Forge that brought it out. During
an audience with Thror, The Stink, the madness and the weakness all
came roaring to the surface and presented as a terrible, terrible
rash. The Brokenstone squirmed and itched in terrible discomfort.
He was ravenous and thirsty like he never had been before. His legs
were weak and required a full day's rest after even the shortest of
journeys.

But, the cure was close. He was bound in comradeship with two Villagers,
mighty Puldun, a giant who struck like a Devil from Hell and blew ash
from his nostrils and Mwarrim, a lovely, but painfully shy Fela. 
Together, shoulder to shoulder, they would cure this ailment.

What information they had was scant. A muddy root was needed to drive
the infection from The Brokenstone. That, and a sharp and tiny blade
with which Mwarrim would bleed from him The Stink.

So began a journey into every swamp and mudhole they could think of.
The journey continues.

The Brokenstone slept in the War Room, where he found himself more often
than not these days. Best to let the Healer work on those who could be
cured. He squirmed and scratched in his sleep.

There was good news, though. Puldun had somehow sniffed out the root,
hidden within the past. Furthermore, they had a blade which they 
believed sharp enough for their purpose, snatched from a rogue across the
sea.

It was damn near time. All that was needed was for all of them to wake
together and complete whatever it was that Thror had in mind. From the
smell of the root and the look of the blade Homard did not think it was
going to be pleasant. No matter. It had to be better than The Stink.

Awakening on the floor of The War Room, the first thing Brokenstone heard
was the thundering voice. He rushed to The Shrine. The fiery Dwarf was
there and the Hammersong filled the air.

Soon it became clear that despite The Stink he would need to press on, 
grow and learn. Thror said that no cure could be attempted until at least
the second dance of the Macalla was learned. Brokenstone understood, but 
There was one last thing to attend to.

It was not that he hated the Earth. It was in his blood and bones, but
after his captivity the freedom of The Overworld filled him with an 
immesurable joy. He had grown fond of climbing to the highest point and
being able to see for leagues. He had killed spiders by the score for the
chance to fly for a moment. The wind on his skin made his heart race and
blew The Stink from him for a fleeting time.

The structure was in place, but needed a great deal of work. An aerie, 
built by some long dead Arial Villager in the tallest tree in the 
Darkened Forest Vale. Homard made the climb, pausing frequently to squirm
or scratch. He found broken boards and a layer of dirt and soot on the 
floor. An easy enough fix, he thought.

He made trips to Ysigrath for what seemed like miles of vines. He hewed 
trees in The Weald, careful to avoid any Outlanders who might be nearby.
He traded skins to the blacksmith in Hamsah for nails. He worked day 
after day.

When completed, he pulled the skin away from the window and looked to the
East. He could see the beginnings of the Drogran hills. He was happy. He
pulled up the vine ladder and went to sleep. There was much learning to 
be done.

A savage battle with the mindless assassin Lakoaf had resulted in yet 
another trip to the pit. It seemed the killer was some sort of automaton, 
killing out of instinct, like an animal. No strategy had, thus far, 
proven fruitful, not even calling the blood-rage. Homard pouted.

Then, without warning, the voice of a god filled his head. It was not the 
clanging boom of The Hammersong, or the fiery purr of Iunna. "Perhaps 
this will help," it said and knowledge flooded the mind of The 
Brokenstone.

Tactics to help a wounded warrior flashed into his brain. He smiled. 
Something the mad, stinking svirfneblin had done had pleased the gods and 
he was rewarded with valuable knowledge, war knowledge. The kind that 
mattered most.

The belly of the Volcano was as hot as a forge, but the pantless 
svirfneblin felt cool. Barely visible in the shadows before him stood 
Amyliana Tender-Paw, Sapper of the Western Watch. The deed 
was done. The blood had burned and The Stink was gone. The 
heat of the lava felt like nothing compared to the sense of his blood 
burning within him. Brokenstone smiled.

The Stink conquered, Brokenstone was cleansed, but far from pure. He 
still had a touch of madness left to contend with and weaknesses untold. 
Yet, his training had begun and the road stretched out hazily in front of 
him. He turned to thank the Sapper, but she had slipped away unnoticed. 
He pulled up his pants.

Over the next weeks he felt supernatually strong. Driving The Stink away
had filled him with strength the likes of which he had never known. The 
next trial he faced was overconfidence. A few poundings later and his old 
sense of humility had returned. Stronger he might be, but his greatest 
asset remained his mind. This must not be forgotten.

Much time he spent, gathering The Key and The Scepter, also items strong 
with Stink, that burned his nose as he handed them to the Smith Tahren. 
He spent days in prayer at the forge of The Hammersong, eager to continue 
his training,knowing that the madness and weakness could be driven from 
him yet.

He spoke often of his own trials, and learned of the trials of others. 
The terrible leader of The Blood Tribunal, Lamayinn, The Fist of Darkness 
told him of her inability to find the eye of her patron, bearer of the 
Flaming Crown. He assured her that this was merely her trial and that, as 
Puldun said, finding the eye of a god was easy, finding the mouth of a 
god was not. He also made a point of being a trial for her in and of 
himself, though her tactics are well-thought and she is a deadly foe.

An assassin applicant, Mne, asked if he could guide her from the Sands of 
Sorrow. He explained that the shifting sands were not a maze, nor a tomb, 
but simply a trial for her. "If you become desperate," he told her, "you 
could call upon the Warlord Borkahd, though you'll not likely agree to 
the price he commands." He later discovered that she had declined his 
offer to release her from the sands in return for her soul and a place in 
his hut. Furthermore she had, starving and near death, clawed her way 
from the sands. He wonders if she can imagine how many lost travellers 
lay under those endless dunes.

He burns. The Stink is gone, but in a sense he misses it. It was a 
constant to be overcome. He looks down that hazy road and wonders what 
lay ahead.

Brokenstone sat in the War-Room and brooded. Anyone happening upon him
might think that it was because a jaette-man-at-arms had rushed in and
killed the Damn Nexun bard he was whaling on with a cry of "Now you die!"

But that was only part of it. He was disturbed by the light he had
seen in Knacnar's eyes when The Commander spoke of killing dragons.
Now killing dragons is a noble thing, indeed, and good for the 
reputation, but the light in The Commander's eyes had made The
Brokenstone righly uneasy.

And that were to say nothing of the Stinking, filthy dragon essence
that had been put in the pit of The Village. Surely it Stank enough
for any of them to have smelled it. Yet The Commander insisted it not
be destroyed. Foul brewings there, for sure.

But what was Homard to do? Knacnar would certainly not hesitate to burn
his hut if he stood against him, and it had been long since he had seen
Droma. The time had come to seek The Hammersong. Answers could be found
in the clanging forge, if they could be found anywhere.

Furthermore, Rowane, Damned Nexun had been whispering in his ear, claiming
that Knacnar did not respect him. Why else would The Commander jump
in on a fight between Brokenstone and the Transmuter? More foul brewings.

Brokenstone brooded and wondered if this were a trial...or just something
foul.

The ashes of Droma's hut had cooled. The Brokenstone stared at the burnt 
pit. He felt he was ready. He called out to Grime and gave the order to 
shovel over the ashes. The space would be needed for the new huts he 
would grant to the worthy. He was now the Drillmaster of Battle.

He was purer now than he had ever been. He would run his gnarled hands 
over his skin and squeeze, then sniff the air, searching for any hint of 
The Stank that might still dwell within him. He detected nothing. Good. 
It would not do for a leader of The Village to carry the taint of magic.

He wandered down to the stream and looked at his reflection in the still 
pool.This was what he had wanted all along, he realized. No, not the 
title, that was merely a a tool in the arsenal. Not the Sapper training 
either. That was simply to harden him for the long journey. He wanted a 
name that would not be forgotten.

He thought of a pile of stone plaques, deep beneath the earth, shattered, 
illegible.One of them held his true name, a name he would never know. He 
was now, and ever would be, a Brokenstone. But, unlike the forgotten 
others, he would be remembered, at least he hoped he would. 

There were others like him, he was sure, the mad, the sick, who had been 
swept under the rug, swept under the ground, from Cragstone to The Arial 
City to The Frigid Waste to the furnace of Kiadanah, every people had 
those among them who they wished to forget. Homard Brokenstone stood for 
them. He had proven to himself, if no others, that weakness and Stank 
could be pounded out of even a sniveling, mad svirfnebli.

His trials were many, but they were far from over. He would need to be 
crafty, this new Drillmaster, for his body was old and his health not 
what it once was. With each passing year it became more important for him 
to use the weapon of his mind, as his blades and feet became less 
reliable.

He thought back to that mad child, tortured in the darkness by the 
long-faced Drow. He wondered if one were to sneak to that child's cage 
and whisper to him what was to be what that child would think. 

Brokenstone awoke and took stock of his situation. His eyes were heavy, 
his limbs appeared to be filled with creaking lead and his head throbbed 
as though it were full of pulsing, jagged rocks. Still, though, it was 
a damn sight more pleasant than being in the throes of The Stank.

The Village was strong, or so it seemed. He wondered if it grew bloated, 
falsely inflated. His keen nose detected what the thought might be the 
acrid tang of cancer, but fearing that he was wrong, that it was just old 
prejudices rising to the surface he chose to burn no huts. After all, 
cancer or not it would soon fall on the shoulders of another.

And then, like a bolt out of the blue a not so old dent in the back of 
his skull twinged and began to ache. At the same time his nostrils filled 
with the smell of singed fur. His hand leapt to the back of his head. It 
was the spot where Iunna had, not long ago, whacked him for implying that 
her favorite Therans could be found among their huts instead of behind 
the bar of the Inn. He ran quickly to the Caravans.

Through the bonfire he found the fiery fela chatting with Aelorn, a young  
paladin who served the spiral. For a long time the three of them talked, 
of marriage and war, poetry and faith. When all was done The Brokenstone 
did feel a vigor infuse him. His limbs grew a bit lighter, his head a bit  
clearer.

His step quickening he took to redoubling his efforts. The tasks he 
sought to complete included bearing the Mark of The Hammersong, whose 
Sappers had long ago purified him, driving out The Stank; making a 
greater name for himself, so that the held down, the strapped down, the 
STANKED down might know that the purifying fire that will save them is 
found only within themselves as they forge themselves against the trials 
of life; and to bring more Dwarves to The Village, the stout folk know 
courage and honor and make fine anvils upon which to forge others. A 
brigade of Dwarves might be just what is needed to cleanse The Village 
and purify it of cancer.

The fire roared in his old blood.

Now that he bore the mark of the Hammer set upon a Rune-Covered 
Anvil Draugnir stood aside to let him pass. Moving respectfully 
through the shrine, so as not to disturb the Smiths, Brokenstone 
began to grasp things in a new light. The light of The Forge.

He watched the falling hammers, listened to the rhythmic song,
and studied the statues. He came to some realizations.

Thror was not important. He reflected on this. Thror, the foul-
mouthed, hammer-handed God of The Forge was not important. It
was the story of Thror, the Idea of Thror which mattered. During
his long imprisonment Villagers did still invoke The Hammersong,
did kill and die for Thror.

If the enemies of The village did imprison the Dwarf again, men
would still invoke the Hammer-Handed one as a reason to forge
themselves anew, and to pound their enemies against the anvil.

He, himself, had not endured imprisonment, torture, weakness, 
madness, STANK, searching, learning, Sapper-Training, killing,
and dying to please the DWarf. He had done these things so that
at each step of his journey he might be stronger, wiser, greater.

Thror's importance was as an Idea, and what that Idea kindled in
the minds of others. It was thoughts of Thror that inspired those
who would remake themselves and others. Now, an old gnome, he hoped 
The Brokenstone had become an idea for some.

He knew there were those who avoided him, fearful of the trials
that clashing with those axes might bring. There were others that
sought him out, seeking to test themselves and perhaps be tempered
a bit, whether they were victorious or not.

He thought that this, where the idea of you was enough to temper
the minds of others was when one truly stepped on the path to
becoming a Smith. 

Immortal Comments

Timeline

Level History

Title History

PK Wins

Feb 1, 2010 |Lv 19|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Kerthos vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 6, 2010 |Lv 22|The Vale of Arendyl|Calexa vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 16, 2010|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|Gruth vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 16, 2010|Lv 30|BattleRager Village|Grrawler vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 18, 2010|Lv 30|Darsylon|Arkellin vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 18, 2010|Lv 30|Darsylon|Gonorf vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 19, 2010|Lv 30|Galadon|Cahasind vs 2: Homard (36%,KB), Nantha (63%) Feb 21, 2010|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|Grashnish vs 3: Zhukash (22%,KB), Nantha (57%), Homard (20%) Feb 22, 2010|Lv 30|Balator|Azophet vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Feb 22, 2010|Lv 30|The Imperial Lands|Druzillda vs 3: Homard (23%), Zhukash (29%, KB), Cael (46%) Feb 26, 2010|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|Firiel vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 1, 2010 |Lv 34|The Eastern Road|Moressa vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 3, 2010 |Lv 38|The Eastern Road|Manko vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 3, 2010 |Lv 38|The Battlefield|Deragian vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 5, 2010 |Lv 40|Domain of Eternal Night|Sothis vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 5, 2010 |Lv 40|The Imperial Lands|Vespathei vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 12, 2010|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Neres vs 2: Homard (92%,KB), Jeikdurr (7%) Mar 12, 2010|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Behnistek vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 13, 2010|Lv 41|The Citadel of Ostalagiah|Atridi vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Mar 23, 2010|Lv 48|BattleRager Village|Firiel vs 2: Droma (95%,KB), Homard (4%) Mar 24, 2010|Lv 48|BattleRager Village|Fokzopxowboq vs 2: Droma (45%,KB), Homard (54%) *Disemboweled* Mar 24, 2010|Lv 48|The Nexus Island|Fokzopxowboq vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Mar 25, 2010|Lv 48|BattleRager Village|Kochoinua vs 3: Ujor (36%), Arlovskah (12%), Homard (50%, KB) Mar 31, 2010|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Sigator vs 2: Homard (24%,KB), Aribellum (75%) Mar 31, 2010|Lv 51|Silverwood|Ewonelyia vs 2: Homard (76%,KB), Aribellum (23%) *Disemboweled* Apr 2, 2010 |Lv 51|Bramblefield Road|Rinalas vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Apr 5, 2010 |Lv 51|Balator|Ewonelyia vs 2: Shudor (3%), Homard (96%, KB) *Disemboweled* Apr 9, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ashes of NoWhere|Jhirco vs 2: Homard (5%), Knacnar (94%, KB) Apr 9, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Jhirco vs 2: Homard (21%), Knacnar (78%, KB) Apr 9, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Massok vs 2: Homard (11%), Knacnar (88%, KB) Apr 10, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Tisan vs 3: Amara (8%), Rathton (64%, KB), Homard (26%) Apr 15, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Arkellin vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Apr 15, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Babalubagini vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Apr 15, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Jhirco vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Apr 15, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Bibli vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Fokzopxowboq vs 2: Knacnar (22%), Homard (77%, KB) Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Jhirco vs 3: Knacnar (15%), Homard (53%, KB), Ujor (30%) Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Asmoranomar vs 4: Livling (10%), Homard (29%), Ujor (20%), Knacnar (39%, KB) Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Glastrom vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Fokzopxowboq vs 5: Knacnar (10%,KB), Zammarun (10%), Homard (47%), Amara (0%), Fwipplethunt (32%) Apr 19, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Asmoranomar vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Apr 20, 2010|Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|Aukoza vs 2: Lephraphuse (0%), Homard (100%, KB) Apr 27, 2010|Lv 51|Galadon|Aeweldoron vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Apr 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Gnajasura vs 3: Ouli (0%), Homard (62%, KB), Knacnar (37%) *Disemboweled* Apr 29, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Jhirco vs 2: Charine (13%), Homard (86%, KB) May 3, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Nghichngom vs 2: Homard (26%,KB), Ouli (73%) May 3, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Tisan vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) May 3, 2010 |Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|Elajac vs 2: Homard (83%,KB), Glastrom (16%) May 6, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Thonkly vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) May 11, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Erkkoe vs 3: Homard (40%,KB), Goudssac (50%), Xurkral (9%) May 17, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Babalubagini vs 3: Goudssac (75%,KB), Torrig (0%), Homard (25%) May 18, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Grunduu vs 2: Homard (39%,KB), Goudssac (60%) May 18, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Xipe vs 2: Goudssac (59%), Homard (40%, KB) May 20, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Arfomrar vs 2: Knacnar (80%,KB), Homard (19%) May 20, 2010|Lv 51|A Wagon-Marked Road|Arfomrar vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) May 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Nghichngom vs 5: Blarg (13%), Homard (8%), Jruklar (29%), Broderdon (40%, KB), Rupen (9%) May 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Thonkly vs 3: Arlovskah (4%,KB), Knacnar (95%), Homard (0%) May 29, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Nghichngom vs 3: Jruklar (15%), Broderdon (35%), Homard (48%, KB) *Disemboweled* May 30, 2010|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Telene vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) May 31, 2010|Lv 51|Strange Island|Molo vs 3: Blarg (30%), Rupen (42%, KB), Homard (26%) May 31, 2010|Lv 51|Strange Island|Blarg vs 2: Nghichngom (2%), Homard (97%, KB) May 31, 2010|Lv 51|Strange Island|Molo vs 4: Homard (10%,KB), Goudssac (0%), Nghichngom (45%), Blarg (43%) May 31, 2010|Lv 51|Strange Island|Goudssac vs 3: Blarg (11%,KB), Molo (28%), Homard (59%) May 31, 2010|Lv 51|Galadon|Blarg vs 5: Nghichngom (0%), Xarghuldaar (0%), Homard (13%), Goudssac (4%), Rupen (82%, KB) Jun 1, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Nilborg vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 1, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Xarghuldaar vs 2: Homard (91%,KB), Blarg (8%) Jun 5, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Charine vs 3: Kruizinel (2%,KB), Homard (45%), Ckath (51%) Jun 6, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Qunnie vs 3: Knacnar (0%), Homard (68%), Rastlafik (31%, KB) Jun 6, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Naggam vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Jun 7, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Qunnie vs 4: Jruklar (27%), Goudssac (33%), Rastlafik (4%), Homard (34%, KB) Jun 7, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Qunnie vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 8, 2010 |Lv 51|Elemental Temple|Dorlanz vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 8, 2010 |Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Yihonlala vs 2: Jruklar (93%,KB), Homard (6%) Jun 8, 2010 |Lv 51|Outskirts of Galadon|Mheeko vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 8, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Nghichngom vs 5: Rastlafik (0%), Homard (13%), Blarg (18%, KB), Jruklar (33%), Knacnar (34%) Jun 8, 2010 |Lv 51|Galadon|Nghichngom vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 15, 2010|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Shudor vs 4: Rastlafik (46%,KB), Arkellin (0%), Homard (34%), Zasohebi (19%) Jun 15, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Arkellin vs 4: Rastlafik (33%,KB), Shudor (0%), Homard (19%), Zasohebi (46%) Jun 15, 2010|Lv 51|Outskirts of Galadon|Rinalas vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 17, 2010|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Hanord vs 4: Rupen (0%), Homard (40%, KB), Blarg (22%), Knacnar (37%) Jun 18, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Hanord vs 4: Homard (12%), Rupen (41%, KB), Blarg (45%), Knacnar (0%) Jun 18, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Kurzghar vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 21, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Brogan vs 3: Homard (12%), Illian (36%, KB), Anhanguera (50%) Jun 21, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Hiromae vs 3: Goudssac (27%,KB), Illian (46%), Homard (25%) Jun 21, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Hanord vs 3: Goudssac (34%,KB), Illian (58%), Homard (7%) Jun 22, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Hanord vs 3: Illian (9%), Homard (90%, KB), Rastlafik (0%) Jun 22, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Gvantulak vs 4: Ageryn (20%,KB), Khendel (14%), Illian (12%), Homard (52%) Jun 22, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Gvantulak vs 5: Ghrajjek (37%), Khendel (41%, KB), Homard (9%), Knacnar (10%), Rastlafik (2%) Jun 22, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Khendel vs 4: Rastlafik (1%), Homard (33%, KB), Knacnar (60%), Gvantulak (4%) Jun 23, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Korewen vs 2: Homard (22%), Illian (77%, KB) Jun 23, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Brogan vs 2: Knacnar (27%), Homard (72%, KB) Jun 23, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Kurzghar vs 4: Khendel (7%), Knacnar (55%, KB), Rastlafik (0%), Homard (36%) Jun 23, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Hanord vs 4: Homard (45%), Jruklar (27%), Rupen (18%, KB), Knacnar (8%) Jun 23, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Kurzghar vs 3: Knacnar (4%), Jruklar (62%, KB), Homard (32%) Jun 25, 2010|Lv 51|The Arena|Kurzghar vs 2: Goudssac (51%,KB), Homard (48%) Jun 25, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Kurzghar vs 2: Homard (0%), Goudssac (100%, KB) Jun 26, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Zaxina vs 2: Homard (33%,KB), Glastrom (66%) Jun 26, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Zaxina vs 2: Gvantulak (89%,KB), Homard (10%) Jun 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Dhugral vs 2: Homard (44%), Goudssac (55%, KB) Jun 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Nexus Island|Quono vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jun 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Hanord vs 3: Homard (7%), Illian (25%), Knacnar (66%, KB) Jun 28, 2010|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Dhugral vs 3: Homard (28%), Illian (26%, KB), Knacnar (44%) Jun 29, 2010|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Ernald vs 2: Illian (57%,KB), Homard (42%) Jul 1, 2010 |Lv 51|Copeham Inn|Knacnar vs 4: Vintus (33%,KB), Gvantulak (15%), Hanord (48%), Homard (2%) Jul 2, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Hiromae vs 2: Homard (51%,KB), Zasohebi (48%) Jul 2, 2010 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Quono vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) Jul 6, 2010 |Lv 51|The Circle of Rites|Illian vs 4: Ohbehb (0%,KB), Shothak (31%), Homard (49%), Muurtos (17%) Jul 6, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Illian vs 2: Homard (52%,KB), Shothak (47%) Jul 8, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Lummalkin vs 1: Homard (100%,KB) *Disemboweled* Jul 13, 2010|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Ghrajjek vs 7: Shothak (19%), Homard (0%), Knacnar (11%), Hanord (3%), Kurzghar (62%, KB), Gvantulak (0%), Arkellin (3%)

PK Deaths

Jan 29, 2010|Lv 15|The Ashes of NoWhere|vs 1: Jeikdurr (100%,KB) Feb 2, 2010 |Lv 20|The Dark Wood|vs 1: Renenalu (100%,KB) Feb 6, 2010 |Lv 22|Voralian City|vs 1: Lakoaf (100%,KB) Feb 8, 2010 |Lv 24|The Eastern Road|vs 2: Tissen (1%), Allistia (98%, KB) Feb 13, 2010|Lv 29|The Eastern Road|vs 2: Yanapaqui (36%), Nelena (63%, KB) Feb 15, 2010|Lv 30|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Tirkhul (100%,KB) Feb 21, 2010|Lv 30|Galadon|vs 2: Renenalu (6%), Grashnish (93%, KB) Feb 28, 2010|Lv 34|Galadon|vs 2: Zhukash (17%), Moressa (82%, KB) Mar 1, 2010 |Lv 34|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Firiel (100%,KB) Mar 1, 2010 |Lv 34|Chessmaster Tower|vs 1: Charine (100%,KB) Mar 2, 2010 |Lv 38|The Lower Voralia's Tears|vs 1: Moressa (100%,KB) Mar 3, 2010 |Lv 38|The Lower Voralia's Tears|vs 1: Jeikdurr (100%,KB) Mar 6, 2010 |Lv 40|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Charine (100%,KB) Mar 7, 2010 |Lv 40|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Elajac (100%,KB) Mar 7, 2010 |Lv 40|Voralian City|vs 1: Sothis (100%,KB) Mar 7, 2010 |Lv 40|The Sea of Despair|vs 2: Kleptinee (16%), Valerus (83%, KB) Mar 9, 2010 |Lv 41|Akan|vs 1: Gloria (100%,KB) Mar 9, 2010 |Lv 41|Grinning Skull Village|vs 1: Jeikdurr (100%,KB) Mar 13, 2010|Lv 41|BattleRager Village|vs 2: Michirk (43%), Misha (56%, KB) Mar 13, 2010|Lv 41|Feanwyyn Weald|vs 1: Bjorn (100%,KB) Mar 14, 2010|Lv 41|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: Lakoaf (100%,KB) Mar 14, 2010|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 3: Lakoaf (71%), Fangor (8%, KB), Throkman (20%) Mar 14, 2010|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Charine (100%,KB) Mar 18, 2010|Lv 42|BattleRager Village|vs 1: Lakoaf (100%,KB) Mar 19, 2010|Lv 44|BattleRager Village|vs 2: Xarghuldaar (52%,KB), Charine (47%) Mar 20, 2010|Lv 46|The Eastern Road|vs 2: Misha (56%), Khrugg (43%, KB) Mar 20, 2010|Lv 46|BattleRager Village|vs 3: Morag (3%,KB), Kochoinua (64%), Marin (32%) Mar 21, 2010|Lv 46|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Kochoinua (100%,KB) Mar 21, 2010|Lv 46|BattleRager Village|vs 2: Kochoinua (70%,KB), Etristasat (29%) Mar 21, 2010|Lv 46|The Eastern Road|vs 4: Aeweldoron (3%,KB), Valeron (60%), Neres (0%), Etristasat (35%) Mar 22, 2010|Lv 47|The Sea of Despair|vs 1: Dartis (100%,KB) Mar 31, 2010|Lv 51|Silverwood|vs 2: Ewonelyia (7%), Lamayinn (92%, KB) Apr 1, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Lylesse (100%,KB) Apr 5, 2010 |Lv 51|The Ashes of NoWhere|vs 1: Hajoboboq (100%,KB) Apr 5, 2010 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|vs 1: Tirkhul (100%,KB) Apr 5, 2010 |Lv 51|Coven of Dralkar Wood|vs 1: Lamayinn (100%,KB) Apr 5, 2010 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|vs 2: Gnajasura (71%,KB), Audrelle (28%) Apr 8, 2010 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Arkellin (100%,KB) Apr 9, 2010 |Lv 51|The Shadow Grove|vs 1: Abedei (100%,KB) Apr 9, 2010 |Lv 51|Akan|vs 1: Marin (100%,KB) Apr 10, 2010|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 3: Yaerssae (0%,KB), Shudor (39%), Fwipplethunt (60%) *Assassinated* Apr 12, 2010|Lv 51|Eaststride Road|vs 2: Drogal (30%), Matedzuta (69%, KB) Apr 12, 2010|Lv 51|The Redhorn Mountains|vs 1: Boshka (100%,KB) Apr 17, 2010|Lv 51|Emerald Forest|vs 1: Fwipplethunt (100%,KB)

Mob Deaths