Description
Eye-catching long, strawberry-blond hair runs down this man's head in a
series of braids. The braids begin down the center of his forehead and form
tight rows along the right side of his head. Small dark beads and
interwoven black feathers dangle from the ends of each braid. Exposed by the
braids, his ears form small points that have a slight backwards tilt,
eluding to an elvish bloodline although not as prominent, the left of which
has been blunted with a scar. Teal-green eyes seem to catch any passing
light and shine with almost a magical glow, they are expressive and hint at
intelligence behind them.
Although light of frame, he expresses a sense of finesse and strength as he
stands or moves. Draped in deep forest-green, brown and amber, the cool
neutral tones of his robes and armament seem well fitting and wisely chosen
for their usefulness. Most notably, visible just below the neckline is a
chest tattoo of three carved bones on an emerald oak leaf. A pair of walnut
colored leather boots round out his armament and hardly allow a sound
whenever he takes a step. Perhaps a little out of sorts, a dagger hilt
protrudes from a leather belt upon his right hip and what looks like a coil
of braided vines upon the other. He appears to be...
Role
A sordid beginning. Pt1
Added Sun Oct 13 11:15:06 2024 at level 12:
A good many years ago, a young man had an encounter that changed his life
forever. He had been working the tables with slight of hand and a little
gambling on the side when they met. She was just about the most stunning
woman he'd ever laid eyes upon and she was fair of skin, lithe and lean of
build, and has the most beautiful strawberry-blond hair that he'd ever seen.
As the story goes, it was due to these breathtaking looks that he erred
grievously during the last round for the night. Although he was able to catch
the attention of this beauty, his slight of hand was found to be not so
slight.
This man of mildly dubious character felt as if he was the luckiest man in
Thera because upon his table's end, She kept her attention on him. After he
retired for the night, they remained within the tavern, talking, joking, and
eventually returning to his room for the night. This was about an average of
a day as could be, aside from the beauty in his bead but nothing lasts
forever. At first, there wasn't a reaction from the patron who'd caught his
slight of hand but after feeling cheated, that wound began to fester in their
mind and heart. Whether it was coincidence or divine plan, on the third day
of Deception in the month of Long Shadows the patron took his revenge.
The fall air was crisp and clean with the faint scent of wood smoke drifting
through the air. A few people wandered about the streets in the early
twilight. It was just bright enough to make out the majority of familiar
landmarks but still too dim for the fine details as he left the inn for a
morning walk. He had just spent the most amazing night with a beauty many
leagues above his station and that left him feeling as if nothing could go
wrong. As it was, he didn't even sense his assailant until the knife's point
had passed between his lower most ribs, paralyzing hid diaphragm and
preventing him from yelling. With the last bit of his energy, he turned to
see the face of his assailant just before he perished.
A sordid beginning. Pt2
Added Sun Oct 13 11:16:03 2024 at level 12:
Several months later in the city amongst the trees, Vamnar was born. The
majority of his traits he seemed to inherited from his mother. Growing up, he
was long and lean, lithe of stature and very intelligent. But like his father
he grew somewhat larger than any of the elves near his age, carried a bit more
muscle and exhibited less pronounced features. As such, he always felt
somewhat out of place. His mother was inherently an orderly woman, she helped
to maintain the appearance of several shops within the city, ensuring
meticulous care was taken to make them the most presentable of spaces. She
took the same care for him although it never seemed to have a lasting effect.
He was always a bit too rebellious, likely stemming from never fitting in or
maybe it was a little too much of his father flowing through his veins. It
was as if the call of whim held sway over his very spirit.
To a degree, whim does hold sway over his life. He finds the hallowed halls
of even a wilderness city a little too confining and abhors the droll life of
strict adherence to rules. Living life free and untethered is far more
intriguing and serves as the very reason that when he was finally seen as an
adult, he departed the city within the trees for a more adventurous life.
That trip through the academy wasn't the first time he'd been introduced to
things like the Gods or the various classes an adventurer could take but was
quite memorable. During the time he spent there, he let his spirit guide him
amongst the various choices, doing what he can to listen to that inner spark.
And, wouldn't you know, his spark alighted with a stunning flicker when he
found out about his potential talent as a mage. Moreover, the magic of
contortion really caught his attention because he thinks it'll be fun to
change into something completely different in appearance, strength and cunning
to himself. As such, he quickly took up with the guildmaster and began to
study the basics, like thickening his very skin into a tough, grey hide, or
growing large horny protrusions from his very skull. Studying this magic and
enjoying what life brings his way is now what brings the most joy to his life,
the life of an adventurer.
Spirit Animals?
Added Tue Oct 22 14:09:14 2024 at level 25:
In a land rife with magic, mystery and war, there are a great many instances
that change or set the future for the inhabitants. Some of these are central
to a single individual, some for a people, or more. In the case of Vamnar,
his instrumental moment was when he began experimenting with shapeshifting
after taking up study of the class at the academy. At first, he found that he
really enjoyed the augmentations, most of them only changed a singular body
part or group, but it left him feeling largely as if he was just a person with
an oddly adapted bodily anatomy. It wasn't until progressing further within
the guild, did these sensations morph into something entirely different.
That first time undergoing a fully bodily transformation was invigorating and
enlightening. As soon as the words of shifting were uttered, the magic
traveled throughout his body, coursing through veins, bone and sinew alike.
Scales grew everywhere with a tough leathery hide underneath, eyes augmented
in shape as their position in the skull changed, the tongue elongated and
split as it provided new environmental details, fingernails thickened and
hardened into sharp claws, a new vitality bloomed and understanding followed.
No longer was he just a man, a brain and anatomy of a completely different
animal was now his and he it. Reptilian thoughts flowed just below his
consciousness, small bubbles popping into his mind, adapting and augmenting
what he considered normal thought processes.
Was he the araile lizard or was it him? Maybe it was both. Instinct welled
just below the surface of his active thoughts, exerting influence in various
aspects. Ferocity was increased along with a general regard for food
preference and hygiene. Where he lay, the way he moved, each were influenced
by what seemed to be an almost spiritual influence. An animal spirit primed
to his very magical essence, quite likely when deciding his foci, they'd
anchored part of themselves to his nascent soul becoming a discoverable part
of psyche, power, and connection to Her creations.
Through various experimentation he found that it was there with each of the
animals that shifting magic allowed him to take. Even when his like hair
thickened into a dense fuzzy coat, his muscles bulged, skeletal proportions
skewed, he found that like the wily wombat, he felt more relaxed at ease with
the wilds and its bounty of food, and found comfort in dark, confined places.
Traits from every form trickled into his subconscious, integrating without
effort, leaving him with a newfound respect for Her creations and a desire to
experience the bounty of Her and Magic.
The Trials of Law
Added Tue Nov 12 07:01:52 2024 at level 49:
Running through the wilds, is a joyous and freeing sensation. The breeze on
one's face, occasional limb smacking too. Keeping an eye open below for
snakes, above for birds of prey, and of course the sporadically placed
spiderwebs that always seem to become fur entanglements. It ensures that one
keep fit and mindful of Her graces and that even the smallest of things shall
not be forgotten about. Occasionally an animal is spooked from under some
vegetation and jumps out and away but that is to be expected. This embodiment
of freedom is what Vamnar desires to be as one of Her stewards, blessed to
roam the lands swiftly and moderately unburdened.
Seldom are the base desires of any being met with such ease however. There's
always the mystical someone or something that seems to be diametrically
opposed to any general idea and this is especially true for freedom seekers.
Each day there seems to be someone or something that is trying to subvert the
natural way of things, damning a river, mining of stone for walls, clearing of
trees for planting, its as if none of those who do this can hear Her cries nor
do they seem to care whether they be a part of the "Great" Empire or those
bound to "Enforce" the Tribunal's Laws. These entities need to be stopped and
some would say by any means necessary.
After meeting the Harupex, Lord Ergush, Vamnar received a task to do just
this. Although he'd already made the pledge to fight for Her, proving that he
is capable of rending and tearing rather than just blocking and mending. For
as it was stated, the strong survive.
The choices we make.
Added Fri Dec 6 23:01:43 2024 at level 51:
Precession, the movement of something through a series or phases is often
associated with the various faces of the moon. However, it can mean a great
many things. Passing through ones life, from youth, to adolescent, to adult,
to senior, and the return. Or rolling over, sitting up, crawling, standing,
walking and running.. or for those so talented, flight or beyond. Much of our
natural lives are in this fashion. Sometimes the decisions we make can and do
fall in line with these patterns and sometimes they do not. After being
tasked to take up thought on action and consequence by the Harupex, Vamnar
paused to think of just these things.
At first, his thoughts drifted to simple things. As one of his favorites was
running, that was his original thought. Even though running around, sprinting
everywhere he went, was something that he thoroughly enjoyed but what was the
cost? Well, simple costs were he exhausted himself more, he often ran past
adversaries rather than to them, he certainly couldn't fixate on the foliage
around him and missed the details, so many things were unforeseen costs
associated with moving at those speeds and with that freedom of agility. He
then wandered, what other things had these associated costs?
Next was again one that is simple in action though profound in reality. His
decision to join the refuge as an Outlander. The cause is a great one, aiding
bring Her back, setting people free, but the cost. The cost is much. If he'd
stayed home he never likely would have killed people, his life would likely be
much longer as he's lost part of his vitality as an adventurer, shortening his
lifespan. He wouldn't very likely work around others that lack all empathy,
those that seek to do little more than watch things burn. His entire life is
now completely different in course due to that one choice.
Such choices lead to ripple effects as well. He pondered this as he was doing
a bit of dragon slaying. Deep within Her depths, of the Ancient Red lair, he
heard the Huntress call out. He made the decision to go down there and now..
he wasn't there to defend. This led to one of the Sentinels losing their life
to the order-bound Imperials. The turmoil of losing the sacred fetish to
them, heartache knowing he likely could have helped and more pain as the
Sentinel asked why he wouldn't come and defend the pack? These thoughts were
only further solidified when he did manage to return to the surface after the
younger Outlanders returned the Fetish and the Imperials assailed again. This
time, it confirmed that he would have made a difference because he took down
the Imperial War Master alone. Again.. choice and consequence.
The Ups and Downs of the Sunwarden
Added Sun Feb 2 23:25:36 2025 at level 51:
Aglow with light and life the Sunwarden of Thar-Eris is often seen as the
epitome of that which is of and for nature. They are the chosen among those
imbued with the gift of goodness within their beings and they embody the
choice to leave Her a better place than when it was found. Vamnar makes this
choice on a regular basis. Some days it comes as easy as breathing,
refreshing and life giving. At times though, it is certainly frustrating and
even infuriating depending upon the situation he finds himself in or sometimes
the people who surround him but he yet continues to live the choice.
When given the opportunity to represent the Wardens of the Great Refuge, he
stood and accepted the responsibility. It truly is a responsibility and is
somewhat counter to his absolute love of freedom. In this sense, duty as a
leader can take precedent over what he feels is natural or desires to do.
Because of this, sometimes his natural exuberance and excitement in his rate
and way of speaking becomes muted or less enjoyable. He does not like
speaking to those of a darker path, those bent primarily towards destruction,
nor does he enjoy being on the opposing side to others that only seem to want
to do the right thing.
Most recently he found himself at odds with a pleasant sort of person, in
fact, one of the Golden Fortress. Those self proclaimed of and for the
Light.. though they still built a large Fortress from pieces of Her..
Regardless, they would not tend a short letter he'd come up with to try and
recruit more of Her children to take up arms and answer Her calling. This
caused him to dwell on the design, committing it to memory before getting back
to his duties.
Was it really so Bad?
Added Sun Feb 2 23:26:31 2025 at level 51:
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... OOO U U TTTTT L AAAA N N DDDD EEEEE RRRR ...
... O O U U T L A A NN N D D E R R ...
... O O U U T L AAAAAA N N N D D EEEE RRRR ...
... O O U U T L A A N NN D D E R R ...
... OOO UUU T LLLLL A A N N DDDD EEEEE R R ...
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... ...
... Is looking for those individuals that find a kinship with ...
... Her and Her creations. If You have heard the call of ...
... Thar-Eris or are even curious, then seek out those that ...
... roam the Outlands. You who do so, can leave a lasting ...
... impact. Be it One that burns the blight afflicting Her, ...
... One that nurtures and defends Her, or One that strives to ...
... reach a harmony amongst the two! We need any who have ...
... the spirit within them to take up this calling, come and ...
... let your Howl be Heard! ...
... ...
... *Signed* Vamnar Windrunner, Sunwarden of Thar-Eris ...
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The Tale of the Feral Cat
Added Sun Feb 2 23:27:57 2025 at level 51:
Vamnar the Wildcat was sly feline, different than the average in their prime.
For starters, he was about ten times taller and five times heavier than feral
cats that live in the holler. As you may have guessed, that's quite a big cat
never the less. Like his smaller cousins, he was quick, sly and sometimes
quite ferocious! But, he shared some of the same problems they were at times,
atrocious!
Some of his prey would be poached by other beings or creatures. Take the
worrisome wolf, for example, and it's shaggy features. Not only did they
sometimes pilfer his meals, sometimes they tried to eat him too, more retched
than eels! The foolish law-folk were far from any better. Rarely leaving
alone one of Natures predators. Their dimwittedness let them try to smash him
with anything from a broom to magic sticks! Truly no rhyme or reason there,
mostly just really conniving tricks!
No matter the meal or prey, he seldom enjoyed them on quiet day. For whether
the wolf, law, or eagle above, they were rarely on time to save the dove.
Dove or quail, whoever knew, their shape and size were the clue. So when the
poachers always came, he was sure to leave rancid game. Until left along and
in a quiet place, to enjoy, to eat, to feel Her embrace.
The Struggles of Love.
Added Mon Feb 17 22:49:08 2025 at level 51:
A wise person once said "Being is a privilege, Being good is a choice." To
Vamnar this simply means that being alive is a gift, one that he thanks Her
for each day, and doing the right thing, is the choice he makes each and every
day. The choice to do and be a good person can be very difficult. In fact,
it's far easier for the morally barren to live with the choices they make than
one who truly Loves Her and Her people. Some choices will hurt physically,
some will hurt morally, and all will enhance the natural weight behind the
choice to be good.
Recently, he's come to question how the Orderbound ever came to the
conclusions that some of them seem to wander towards. During clear, life and
death situations, biting and clawing for life and limb when seeking the return
of Her fetish, he's been marked a "Criminal".. As if they aren't the
criminals, for wreaking such atrocities. But, this marking has caused others
whom he now calls the "Orderblind" to assail, and even perish under his claws.
Each one hurts, as he feels that deep connection to their good souls. This
pain lingers and adds more weight to his decisions and increases his burden as
a Warden, wishing mostly to grow and tend, rather than reap.
Coincidentally they are not the only ones that wreak of bad decisions. Kurra,
the once powerful Reaver has let their decisions shift from destroying for
purpose, to wanton wastefulness. They threw their lot in with the pit-fiends,
the Scions. Betraying not only him, by assailing him within the Refuge but
Her as once who had served as fangs and claws for the cause. Although he's
never really liked the Reavers, he's understood their purpose in the great
cycle but this betrayal of Her is like a blow to his heart, tearing at his
belief in all Reavers motivations as it's clearly been demonstrated, they lack
that Love and Compassion that he believes are needed. As such, his vigilance
towards them has further increased.
In the end, his Spirit remains strong. It knows and has felt some scarring,
has understood and sensed the anguish of the Orderblind's actions, and known
the Betrayal of one who professed to serve Her. But, it is his Love for Her
and Her people that keeps him going, allows him to continue to make that next
choice, the one that makes him.. Good.
Mourning the Lost.
Added Thu Mar 6 22:28:46 2025 at level 51:
Those who have the responsibility to look out for others often have among the
toughest times when someone they care for passes. Some of these people are
like shooting stars, burning bright, so bright they light up the sky whether
day or night. Some are like the flickering candles, bringing illumination to
the darkest recesses but frail in the face of the wicked winds and storms.
Others are like the luminescent fungus, tenacious and dim, but robust enough
to weather time itself, and keep right on thriving. The loss of a source of
light can be blinding because beings are used to the way things are, they
often forget that they have other senses.
Within the majestic canopy of an ancient and wisened tree are two that embody
these aspects, the Harbinger a shooting star.. now likely residing in a
special rock and the Sunwarden embodying a literal fungus maintaining the
spirit of hope for a brighter future. Each lived life within the cycle, they
began their journeys in a similar way, both raised through divine influence
and eventually set aside as trusted and watchful stewards of and for Her. As
the seasons continue their monotonous and inevitable churn, new blood must
enliven the revolution both of the revolutionary or the tyrant. Each shall
give their pints as witting or unwitting purveyors of sustenance, the manure
for yet more growth.
Contemplating these thoughts is enough to hold Vamnar to a modicum of
stillness for a time. The somber semi-silence of greeting and departure, the
witty comment on query asked, the watchful eye's closed for eternity. Gesoros
is laid to rest. Unlike the early days, there are some professing their blood
to renew the strength of liberty's branches, some who'd burn all but She, some
professing balance, and one who's seeking that shining soul not to replace but
to renew the balance. And that, brings a smile to his face.
May we meet Again.
Added Fri Mar 7 22:35:02 2025 at level 51:
To begin again at the end is the hallmark of a never-ending cycle, Her cycle,
as inevitable as time's passage itself. To provide him with some closure,
Vamnar decided to perform a service for the departed. Although likely only
ceremonial itself, maybe, just maybe, will his actions bring some lasting
peace to one who'd changed much from his humble beginnings.
It started with some solemn contemplation, which led to a trip deep into the
frozen wastes. A small box within a farmhouse was emptied and a jagged,
rounded, meteorite was recovered. So few examples exemplify his nature, he
thought. A fallen star itself, gone cold as it became stone, maybe this is
his home. Could be that his spirit began it's return to the native home of
his people but this wasn't enough. As an Outlander through and through he
vehemently believes that, the spirit needed to be returned to Her.
The stone that represents the spirit of a Svirfneblin should be one that
resides near Her core, so she can embrace them. One that goes down, down,
deep within the ancient subterranean caverns. Thusly, Vamnar traveled to the
north, across the mountains and through the ancient mines, past the insanity
inducing sporelings and inside the territory of great roaming beasts until he
found it. The place where stone can truly return to Her, one befitting his
svirfneblin friend, the lair of the ancient dragon.
Sweltering heat rolled through the vents and acrid sulfurous gas blasted past
him in waves, yet he endured. Saliva dripped from his gaping maw, panting
wildly as the roaring flames illuminated the cavernous depths all around. As
he contorted and took a moment to withdraw the meteorite, he glanced at it
with a reverent understanding. Uttering the final words, "From stone you were
from, from stone you return, to continue the cycle and be reborn anew! Rest
well my Gem-Hearted friend." he tossed the stone into the bubbling pool of
magma. Watching it sink within he thought he heard upon the winds whisper,
"Thank You."
What can not be bought. Pt1
Added Sun May 11 21:52:20 2025 at level 51:
The soft crush of the grass underneath.. thump, thump.. thump, thump, the
patter of heart and paw in time with one another. The gentle breeze gaining
into a gale's force or abandoning him all together as the direction changes to
match his own. Lights flickering overhead as most of the moisture lies
condensed upon the chilled ground below, only a thick layer of spotty mist
lingers gently across the passing plains.
As he stops, a languid panting echoes faintly in the distance, eluding to
something solid in the distance. He more senses it than sees it, at first.
Faint traces of burned wood combined with several varying scents of bodily
odor and booze all begin to hit him, one after another. Each bring forth just
a little bit of the memory of Her fields, lush and green in the daytime sun.
But one, one rings of rage and sorrow, anger and envy, one is a scent
familiar to his kindred feline spirit and the blood within his veins. The
scent of a murderer.
Though not the first, nor the last time he's come across anything of this
nature, it is the first one that seems to have a deeper resonation with him.
So, he takes refuge in the nearby weeds and fog-laden grasses to hide and
observe. He is keen to understand these sensations, this intuitive anger that
plague his senses.
Outside this small building he waits. The patrons within carrying on a merry
tune and occasional raucous overtures. Eventually, as the dusks' hold
releases into a near pitch evening embrace, the patrons begin to depart. One
here, two there, all seemingly stumbling towards their destinations unknowing
and uncaring of that dangerous creature that lurks within the darkness.
What can not be bought. Pt2
Added Sun May 11 21:52:31 2025 at level 51:
Most of the patrons make jerky stumbling movements, some few still sloppily
singing their silly tavern songs. Even after those departures, the dregs
remain, so too does the feeling. Now, it's not as hindered by the gleeful
dispositions of the surrounding patrons, now it's more raw. He remains
silently within the weeds, only his breath and fur providing the winds any
sense of his presence. The target never even has the faintest clue that
they're being stalked, to begin with.
With surprise entirely on his side, he tenses. Tendons stretch like the
strings on a fiddle, his hackle rises down his spine, claws lengthen and his
maw opens before the.. pounce! He hits the man with the magically enhanced
force of a primal, forest feline! The initial attack is enough to take them
both several feet away into the other side of the road, parting the
close-hanging fog, and crashing into the grasses with a resounding thud!
He can see it now. The look of resignation is plastered across the man's
face, even more than the alcohol is. The last glimmer of light, of struggle
to survive isn't even the faintest glow. Staring down into this man's eyes,
he stops channeling the spirit within, reverting though not releasing his
advantageous position. Then, he sees it, the look of recognition and in that
moment he sees clearly that this man knows him.
As the tears begin to flow down the man's face, his slurred words begin to
dribble out of his lips. Amongst sobs and pleas for forgiveness, the man
confesses to the murder of his father, of being jealous of one who lay with
the red-haired elven lass, of a life which he could only dream of. Now a
wealthy businessman, he offers any form of money or compensation but none of
it truly has value. To him, this man is just a murder. It takes every ounce
of restraint to not kill him on the spot but to offer forgiveness in the form
of a life with Her. As the man's drunken, wicked words fly, it's clear that
isn't acceptable. So as the tears and pleas of forgiveness turn to slander
and indignant attacks, his initial ferocity returns to turn yet another fool
into food for Her children. As the last flows trickle towards Her grasses, he
calls upon preservation to finally cleanse this once horrible man's body, once
and for all.
Grow Wild!
Added Wed Aug 6 21:25:57 2025 at level 51:
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. ___________ .
. Let Flowers Bloom / \ Where Rain Falls. .
. Grow Tall And Be / | \ Everything She .
. Knows You _ | \ | / | _ Can Be. .
. *Faithful / \_ \ \|/ / _/ \ *Kind .
. *Just / \__ | \ | / | __/ \ *True .
. *Real / \ \ \ \__\|/__/ / / / \ *Honest .
. *Right | ___\_\_ | {OXOXOXO} | __/_/___ | *Free .
. *Bright| / / |{XOXXXXXOX}| \ \ | *Aflame.
. *Calm \ / / __/ {OXOXOXO} \__ \ \ / *Poised .
. *Cunning \ _/ ------- \\ \_ / *Brave .
. *Obtuse \_ / / /|\ \ \\ \ _/ *Rapacious.
. *Depraved | / | \ | \ \ *Courageous .
. Let Each Action / /|\ \ \ \ Guide You True .
. And Hold Fast | / | \ | | | _/| Until .
. The Time To Renew,\ | / | | / | Ancient .
. Ideals That Guide \_________/ | | / /Us Still, .
. Teaching Of The Time To |\ | |/_/ Plant Or .
. The Time To Kill. She Calls | \ | | The Listeners .
. To Her Side! Outlanders One, \ \| | Outlanders All.
. Rise And Run To Her Drum Beat \|| | Feel Our Heat .
. .. . .. .. . .. .. . .. .. .. .. .. . .. .. . .. .. .
The Fires Below!
Added Wed Aug 6 21:27:13 2025 at level 51:
A single tear draws homewards towards Her gentle touch, rolling over the
gentle facets of a face lined by age and burdened with depth. It tumbles
slowly leaving a trail of skin cleansed of the dust of the traveled trails.
Once pure of origin is now dingy, mottled by brown and gray dust, though the
core that birthed it is still unsoiled and of singular purpose. To mourn.
The consciousness behind the solemn tear is torn of heart and mind. Though
within it the heart rejoices that one ruled by such rage and rampant discord
is finally put out of their misery, there is also a profound sadness of the
mind acknowledging that the singularly focused rage for those that'd defile
Her will not continue undeterred. Can this massive behemoth of a man really
be gone, never to yell and vent that burning core again?
As the reality finally begins to sink in, it's decided that like Gesoros, this
priest of fire and rage should too be laid to rest in a ritual fitting his
kind. Without knowledge of what happened to the body, a suitable flaming ruby
was chosen as the representation of the spark within. The journey across the
seas, through the boiling waters, and up the mountainside didn't take nearly
as long as expected. What did take some time was finding just the right
crevasse that was both not spewing hot gas and deep enough that the bottom, of
a deep ruddy glow, could barely be seen.
Finding a perfect place to set the gem took only a few moments and some mild
inner arguments. It needed to be accessible by unprotected hand yet have a
clear path to Her molten bosom below. Once placed, only a few words were
said, though the tone was intoned with quite a bit more emphasis than usual.
"MAY SHE EMBRACE YOUR RAGE-FILLED SPIRIT FULLY! RENEW IT AND GROW IT ANEW AS
SHE NEEDS!" And with a final tap of the flickering gem, it tumbled down
glinting all the way.
PK Wins
Nov 11, 2024|Lv 49|The Eastern Road|Hufgars vs 2: [49] Vamnar (8%), [51] Merathila (91%, shard of ice)
Nov 11, 2024|Lv 49|The Eastern Road|Jashazi vs 1: [49] Vamnar (100%, smash)
Nov 22, 2024|Lv 49|Grinning Skull Village|Gok vs 2: [49] Vamnar (13%), [51] Gesoros (86%, KB)
Nov 22, 2024|Lv 49|The Imperial Lands|Rendrekk vs 3: [51] Faesta (31%), [49] Vamnar (41%), [51] Merathila (27%, onslaught of water)
Dec 3, 2024 |Lv 51|Temple of the Scarab|Hufgars vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, swarm of insects)
Dec 13, 2024|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Hufgars vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, claw)
Jan 25, 2025|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Malvok vs 3: [51] Vamnar (1%), [51] Taivu (98%, underhand strike), [45] Mavnox (0%)
Feb 3, 2025 |Lv 51|A Virgin Forest|Mecesha vs 3: [51] Vamnar (15%), [51] Jkoo (6%), [48] Spitrog (78%, divine power)
Feb 12, 2025|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Mareak vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, bite)
Mar 1, 2025 |Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Grumschkilt vs 2: [51] Lyyth (40%), [51] Vamnar (59%, claw)
Mar 3, 2025 |Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Ihmeria vs 2: [51] Lyyth (6%), [51] Vamnar (93%, claw)
Mar 13, 2025|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Yahkira vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, bleeding)
Jun 18, 2025|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Aevylen vs 2: [51] Ninch (50%, claw), [51] Vamnar (49%)
Jun 30, 2025|Lv 51|Blackclaw Village|Spuzlo vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, bite)
Jul 3, 2025 |Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|Bozphun vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, KB)
Aug 8, 2025 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Ysilwen vs 2: [50] Ulgrog (59%, burning, weeping sores), [51] Vamnar (40%)
Aug 26, 2025|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Wugfort vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, vicious attack)
Oct 17, 2025|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Valandil vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, bite)
Oct 25, 2025|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Takoa vs 4: [50] Tivlin (0%), [51] Minehl (15%), [51] Vallael (76%, defilement), [51] Vamnar (8%)
Oct 30, 2025|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Faelan vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, claw)
Nov 25, 2025|Lv 51|The Lower Voralia's Tears|Minehl vs 1: [51] Vamnar (100%, KB)
PK Deaths
Nov 1, 2024 |Lv 48|Ruins of Maethien|vs 1: [51] Skaeldifer (100%, stinging lash)
Nov 5, 2024 |Lv 49|The Grove|vs 1: [51] Porg (100%, slice)
Nov 24, 2024|Lv 49|Forest of Prosimy|vs 2: [51] Yahkira (46%, digestion), [51] Ehra (53%)
Nov 29, 2024|Lv 51|The Kobold Warrens|vs 2: [51] Yahkira (57%, blast), [51] Marlebrand (42%)
Jan 14, 2025|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|vs 2: [51] Yenelor (22%), [51] Ehra (77%, slash)
Jan 31, 2025|Lv 51|Abandoned Siege Encampment|vs 2: [51] Vorrgar (22%), [48] Spitrog (77%, KB)
Feb 12, 2025|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|vs 1: [51] Yenelor (100%, punch)
Mar 20, 2025|Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|vs 2: [51] Hildegarde (33%, icy needle), [51] Yahkira (66%)
Mar 20, 2025|Lv 51|The Oryx Steppes|vs 1: [51] Veyrdoth (100%, pierce)
May 19, 2025|Lv 51|Seantryn Modan|vs 1: [51] Tuva (100%, misdirection)
Jul 12, 2025|Lv 51|The Grove|vs 3: [51] Gatog (9%, brutal attack), [51] Xaenov (0%), [51] Krenthil (90%)
Aug 4, 2025 |Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|vs 3: [51] Zograthe (59%), [51] Moruvale (14%, nova), [51] Bozphun (26%)
Aug 24, 2025|Lv 51|Northern Foothills|vs 2: [51] Bozphun (15%, KB), [47] Vashaxa (84%)
Sep 20, 2025|Lv 51|Forgotten Crypts|vs 1: [51] Kallara (100%, defilement)
Oct 7, 2025 |Lv 51|The Grove|vs 1: [51] Kallara (100%, pound)
Nov 25, 2025|Lv 51|Sands of Sorrow|vs 2: [51] Golzabar (41%), [51] Tivlin (58%, immolation)