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A street orphan killing to feed himself
Added Sat Dec 21 01:13:51 2024 at level 6:
Xaviun does not remember much of his childhood. Brief memories of a family
cloud his mind from time to time, but most of it is foggy and fleeting moments
at best. Hard times fill his memories from the time he was very young, barely
a child of five years old. What he does remember is living on the streets,
learning how to survive until the next day, day by day by day. The first thing
he taught himself was how to find food, and shelter. Xaviun was not picky,
beggars can't be choosers and Xaviun had no illusions anyone but himself would
provide for him. Xaviun spent years sleeping in empty ships on the Hamsah
seaport and killing rats and birds, the occasional stray cat to survive. It
became routine to him, survival and living day by day. He took every hard day
as a lesson, and as he killed to eat he began to find himself fascinated with
the anatomy of his food and prey. He began to study the small dead bodies,
taking measurements and notes of organs and body parts. Wingspans, beak
weights, heart sizes, tails, everything was knowledge to him. He was so
interested that he began to kill not just for food, but to educate himself.
This also provided an opportunity for Xaviun to make a bit of extra coin, as
rat tails and cat eyes sold for a copper coin to students of necromancy in the
city, they were always searching for parts to practice embalming on. Xaviun
had developed a bit of a dark side in himself, a small seed that would sit
dormant, waiting to be watered and nurtured. He did not know it yet, but that
seed of darkness would one day grow into something terrible.
Joining the Paladin guild with a dark secret
Added Sat Dec 21 01:15:21 2024 at level 6:
By the time he was ten, Xaviun had stashed away a respectable amount of
silver. He saved his coins well and was able to provide for himself almost as
well as any hard working adult of Thera. He had learned to maximize his
profits and use commerce as a tool for advancement. He bought and read books
to better himself, and became extremely intelligent. He was a bit smaller in
muscular stature than the average boy from years of malnutrition scraping by
to survive, but he made up for his lack of physical strength with intelligence
and cunning from years of survival. Xaviun had always wanted to join a guild,
he wanted more for himself than to be a simple street urchin struggling to get
by. He desired opportunities that he could only get with the assistance of
others. With his silver he went to the armorer and had a suit of traditional
silver-gray armor built for him, a bit larger in size than he needed but he
would grow into it. The armor was made in the ceremonial colors and style of
the Hamsah Paladins guild. He went to the guild and pledged his service as a
squire to the guild and began to train in the ways of the Paladin knight.
Over the next few years Xaviun had worked his way up from paladin squire to
paladin knight. Eight years of service and he was now respected and trained in
the guild. Although he fit into the structured and disciplined life well, his
heart was never fully in it. He lacked faith, and he had a difficult time
living by the paladin code. As a born survivor, selflessness was not something
that Xaviun was accustomed to, though he worked well within ranks striving for
what the guild felt was the greater good. The seed planted long ago in
Xaviun's heart still rested there, beneath the foundation of faith and code he
was building. He felt it sometimes, and when he killed in the name of the
guild, he longed for a deeper connection to the kill, to death. He was unable
to separate himself from the moment the life faded from a pair of eyes
forever, he took a silent satisfaction in watching their passing moment. Those
feelings quickly faded away though and his sense of duty to the guild and
implanted moral code shielded him from others seeing too deeply inside his
soul. The seed was stirring, but it had yet to truly sprout.
The evil artifact and the Paladins brave stand
Added Sat Dec 21 01:16:48 2024 at level 6:
Xaviun and the guild of Hamsah Mu'Tazz had been tasked with a very important
task by the Fortress of Light. There was a dark artifact of great mystical
power coming from across the eastern sea, and the guild had been tasked with
transporting it from the Seaport to the Fortress of Light. Xaviun was one of a
dozen paladins to undertake the supervision and protection of the artifact on
the journey. Once it arrived and was unloaded from the ship, the paladins set
off, towing it in a simple horse and carriage. The artifact was stored in a
golden chest inlaid with rubies and other rare gems, quite the treasure to
draw the eye. Xaviun suggested they shed their armor and travel indiscreetly,
but the pride of the guild struck down that suggestion and they struck out in
full armor. The full strength of the guild in display as they made down the
roads, the prideful paladins had no fear of attack. The survivor's voice
inside Xaviun was speaking to him though, and he remained alert. Xaviun knew
better than to count on the goodwill of man, and knew the dark seed that lay
at the root of all mens hearts. It was not if there would be an attack, but
when.
Xaviun was correct in his suspicion as the attack came on the second night as
they camped just off the road in the Drogan hills. A swarm of orcs made up the
first wave, loudly screaming war cries and clashing into the paladin line.
Goblin archers flung arrows, shrieking gibberish and scampering about. A third
wave of men in black robes made up the back lines, drawing up powerful magical
spells to barrage the convoy with. Xaviun drew his sword, but out of instinct
to protect the artifact, out of a drive of self preservation. He joined his
fellow paladins on the line, drawing his sword to fight back the orcs and
goblins swarming the carriage intent on grabbing the golden chest. The battle
was bloody and long, and the orcs were beginning to break the lines. The
guildmaster commanded Xaviun to fall back to the chest and protect the
artifact. Glad to pull off the line, Xaviun discreetly opened the chest and
slipped the object wrapped in silk into his satchel, and returned to the line
to fight. He was tired, and bloody, and the paladins were down to only four or
five standing. The guildmaster held the ground hard, swinging his massive
hammer violently in sweeping strikes, holding a dozen orcs at bay. He
commanded the paladins all scatter, each going a different direction and
leaving the chest for the orcs to ravage. Only Xaviun and the guildmaster knew
he held the artifact, and scattering would give him more of a chance to get it
away from the battle before the artifact was discovered missing. Xaviun turned
and headed south towards the dry riverbed, using the bone dry dirt path to
quickly turn from the battle,
A dark curse takes hold, bringing both power and pain
Added Sat Dec 21 01:18:42 2024 at level 6:
Xaviun was bloodied and wounded, he did not realize until he got further away
from the battle how much damage he had taken. As he stripped off his
silver-gray armor and sat it next to him by the fire, he noticed a gaping
slash wound in his side, likely from a battle axe or spear. Xaviun gathered
his kit from his satchel and reached in to grab poultices to dress the wound,
instead his fingers latched on to the small silk wrapped artifact he had
almost forgotten was placed there. Curiously, he pulled the artifact from his
pocket and carefully unwrapped it, revealing a small black orb. The orb was a
perfect sphere, and fit inside the palm of his hand. It had no shine to it,
and it seemed to suck in the very light from around it. It emitted a slight
hum constantly, a pitch without vibration. It was a simple looking object, but
Xaviun knew instantly that he was wielding great power in the palm of his
hand. As he went to pick it up with his other hand, his bloody skin touched
the surface of the orb, and Xaviun was thrown into a violent seizure. Dozens
of visions flashed before his eyes, too quickly to discern any one moment they
swirled and shifted from one vision to the next for what seemed like hours
until the visions stopped and Xaviun was left shivering in pain on the floor,
the smell of ash and death in his nostrils. The orb that he had dropped during
his seizure crumbled slowly to dust on the floor, whatever dark magic that was
holding it together had released itself into Xaviun's body. He felt change
deep inside him. That seed, the seed that was planted so long ago in the back
alleys of Hamsah Mu'tazz had finally sprouted. He did not know what that
meant, but something was awakened inside of him. Not only power, but something
else. As if one door inside his body slammed shut, and a dozen more opened in
return. Xaviun was exhausted, the artifact was lost, and he was still worn and
bloody from battle. He curled up next to the campfire and welcomed a deep
sleep, unknowing that it was the last day of his old life, and the first day
of his new one.
Cast out and expelled from the Paladin Guild
Added Sat Dec 21 01:19:13 2024 at level 6:
Xaviun was visited with visions and dreams throughout the night. The image of
the small black orb was seared into the back of his mind, almost acting as a
backdrop for everything he saw in his dreams. He saw visions of a palace, and
an army of soldiers marching under a strange looking banner. He saw four
guardians standing over a throne, and he saw bones and corpses all around him.
The visions were telling him something, but in no way were they clear to him.
Somehow, the dark artifact had gifted him the power of foresight, and Xaviun
sensed he was seeing visions of current places all over Thera, and possibly
things that had not come to pass yet. He woke still tired from the night and
the battle, and strapped on his silver-gray armor over his wounded body and
made way back to Hamsah to the guild to get some answers. The guildmaster and
the paladins that had survived were there, tending to each other's wounds and
telling their stories of how they made it through the night. Xaviun told his
guildmates about the strange ordeal, and the visions, but he was not met with
empathy or embraced by them. They treated him like a leper, tainted by dark
magic. They could all sense the change within him, and they despised him for
it, despite it being out of his own control. He was called careless, wicked,
and thirsty for power. They deemed him a traitor to the guild and the code,
and stripped him of his white cloak, casting him out into the streets with
nothing but his silver-gray plate armor that he joined the guild with eight
years before. Xaviun was fuming with anger and felt betrayal and hatred, and
for the first time in his life, he embraced it fully. He let it into his
heart, let it run over and consume him, let it fuel and drive him. He vowed to
one day take revenge on the brothers that had turned their back on him, and
stormed off into the market, making his way out of the city to make camp and
gather his thoughts.
The dark seed awakens, One guild closes and another opens
Added Sat Dec 21 01:20:23 2024 at level 6:
Xaviun made camp south of Hamsah Mu'tazz in the desert that night. He had lost
everything he had worked for his entire life, he was now a man without a
purpose or a cause. Only the hateful vengeance burning in his heart he wished
to dish out to the guild that had turned their back on him. He coughed,
coughing up a bit of a black sticky substance that tasted foul, and
immediately spit it out. Perhaps he was getting sick, and he needed to eat to
keep his strength. He was able to find some desert wolves and kill them for
butchering, and began to prepare them for his dinner. Though this time, after
so many years, a familiar feeling came over him as he began to gut his kills.
The seed that was planted deep in his heart that he had built his entire life
over had stirred and sprouted, and had taken dark roots in his very soul. He
enjoyed the killing, he enjoyed the butchering. He enjoyed death. He felt a
power in his fingertips, they grew cold to the touch and he felt a spark of
deathly magic wash over him for just a moment. The orb, it had left some
magical presence inside of him. Aside from visions and the gift of sight, he
now felt the magical ebb and flow of the mana source course within his veins.
When he killed his dinner, he felt the mana source even stronger within him.
He seemed to have a connection with death that he never had before. The only
path forward was a path he felt fated toward for many years, a path of death.
The Necromancers guild would take him, he had connections there from his time
as a child. The guild would give him a place to hone his new magical talents
and come to research and look into the newfound powers he seemed to acquire,
and the possible costs that had come with them.
Reflections on walking with Death
Added Sat Dec 21 22:41:48 2024 at level 16:
A few years into the guild of Necromancy and Xaviun had reflected a great deal
on his past. His life as a Paladin had come to an end, but his new power had
opened many new doors in return. Growth and wisdom had come from his ordeal,
and rather than hate his old brother Paladins for turning their backs on them,
he pitied them now. Their eyes were closed to the sort of growth he had
experienced, and Xaviun felt all the better about it. His ailments continued,
the strange disease that he had seemed to contract from the dark artifact that
brought him his new powers over death remained and kept him weaker than he
was. The black ooze that came up often when he coughed had been evaluated by
many healers, but none had seen anything like it before. It was a foreign
disease of magical origin, and was beyond the talents of any healer he had
found. It would be up to Xaviun himself to find himself a cure or remedy to
his curse. He missed the structure of the guild, but he had found himself in a
rare position to join the Black sect of the Empire. It was a place where he
could grow and study the black arts, and continue his lessons on necromancy
while having a resource to draw on for power outside of the guild. He had been
searching for faith himself, and after a time Xaviun had found himself
wandering down the path of the God Rahsael. He was interested in a Lord that
valued both loss and love, a god that would encourage his belief that he was
fated to experience things for a reason, both for better and for worse. Each
experience, no matter how difficult, brought with it a lesson of insight.
Winning, losing, being right, being wrong...Xaviun came out of each lesson
stronger, and changed. He hoped to gain the attention of Rahsael in time by
keeping his mind open as the workings of the world took influence on his life,
and he took influence on the world. He desired power, the more he delved down
the path of Necromancy the hungrier he became for more of the darkness that
fueled the seed of corruption in his soul. His moral compass had changed a
great deal in only a few years, and Xaviun was certain there would be a great
deal more change in the days and years to come.
Character Summary Xaviun
Added Sun Dec 22 15:00:00 2024 at level 18:
Xaviun was abandoned as a child and lived growing up in the alleys of Hamsah
Mu'tazz living off of the scraps of small animals he could kill. His life was
hard, and that was when he first took interest in death and pleasure in
killing.
When Xaviun was 10, he joined the Paladins guild as a squire and remained
there for 8 years, doing his duties and living by the guild code. He never
fully fit in, or fully felt the code fit well with him. During his time as a
paladin, Xaviun hid what he called his dark seed, his hidden fascination with
death and killing deep within himself. He did try to do good as a Paladin, and
rose to the rank of a trusted knight in time.
On a mission for the Paladin's guild transporting a dangerous and dark magical
artifact of great power, his caravan was ambushed. Xaviun escaped the ambush
with the artifact, but upon touching the artifact with a bloodied hand, the
orb violently erupted, transferring the dark energy and power inside to
Xaviun. This amplified the darkness that was within Xaviun's heart already,
and granted him the power to touch the mana source, and some skill in
necromancy. It also granted him some foresight in the form of dreams that came
to him, and left him diseased with a rare illness that no healer in the lands
has been able to find a cure for.
When Xaviun returned to the Paladins guild, his brothers and sisters did not
offer him assistance in finding a cure to his curse or disease, they only
judged him on the damage the artifact had done to him and cast him out of the
guild with nothing but his platemail to remind him of his time served, which
he still wears to this day as a reminder of his loss.
Xaviun took his newfound talents and joined the guild of Necromancy, using his
loss and the lessons he learned from it to become wiser and stronger in
return. He decided to join the Empire, to have an army at his disposal to
manipulate for his own ends. He seeks out the lord Rahsael, feeling a strong
connection to death, and the loss surrounding it, hoping it will serve as a
foundation of faith to build a sturdy structure of power and insight upon.
Reaching for the seat of Dread Lord
Added Sun Dec 29 07:18:30 2024 at level 36:
In the 5 years since Xaviun had pledged himself to become the most powerful
Black in the Empire, and be the keeper of the sect and its secrets, so many
things had changed in his life. His fate had been unfolding in ways he never
thought possible, and he was learning that path contained both power and
hardship, a careful balance constantly unfolding before him. The Empire was at
best, a broken army with poor leadership at the helm. The Black sect was
completely in shambles, it was chaos inside of a system of order that irked
Xaviun quite a bit. The politics of the Empire presented an opportunity
however for Xaviun. With no sitting Dread Lord, Xaviun had been promised the
seat by the sitting Emperor, and he was looking forward to the prospect of
using his dark magics to propel him to a seat of authority and power. It
seemed the sitting council had hoped for a Dread Lord for some time, as the
current Emperor was appointed by divine placement and not by vote, and the
council sought to bring order back to the Imperial system by having a proper
vote once the council was full. Xaviun would be filling the last seat, and
therefore was a new face and vote for many of the council members, including
the Emperor himself. The only council member that had truly shown an interest
was Hufgars, the War Master. Hufgars was a behemoth of a giant, always seen
wielding 2 mighty swords and when he swung them, things died. His pure brute
force impressed Xaviun, and he felt that Hufgars was the only member of the
council that seemed serious about rebuilding the Empire and bringing it to a
form of greatness. He favored Xaviun, and they would often speak about what
the Empire would look like with strong leadership and a loyal army. Xaviun had
no desire to sit the throne himself, he was rotting from the inside from an
unknown curse and he was still relatively new to the Empire. He was in a
unique opportunity however to have influence over how the next vote would go,
assuming he took the seat of Dread Lord for himself. Xaviun was confident that
Hufgars was the best choice for both the Empire, and having the power to meet
his own personal goals. His mind was made up concerning the vote.
Xaviun needed to find guidance now, more than ever. His body still continued
to grow weaker, even though the dark power inside of him was growing stronger.
He eagerly awaited his next vision to come to him in a dream, anything that
would give him a glimpse or a hint on where to search next for clues to
decipher the mystery of the hidden artifact. For years he had searched for the
shrine of the god Rahsael. He knew he was getting closer, finding his shrine
would prove his worth and dedication to Rahsael and his teachings, and Xaviun
looked forward to the day where he might finally come face to face with the
lord of Fate.
Recognized as a rising force of Death
Added Sun Dec 29 07:46:36 2024 at level 36:
Xaviun had found a passion and love for his art of Necromancy, and he truly
viewed what he did was art at the level he had begun to reach in his
practices. He was a master of anatomy, and was exceptionally gifted at
animating and raising the dead to serve him at his side. He knew what he did
was evil in the eyes of many, but he saw what he did as a necessary evil to
bring about order and security to Thera under the ever expanding dynasty of
the Empire. With Xaviun, the Empire had the power of black magic and death on
their side again, and he was confident that he would show the world the power
and might of necromancy. Thera was being terrorized by a wight, and an
anathema vampyre, both of which were feral and savage, preying on anything
they could find. He knew he was far from the power level he would need to be
to eradicate those foes from the lands, so Xaviun focused on his studies. His
creations would be his strength while his body slowly withered away from the
curse he had sustained so many years ago. He still coughed up black bile, and
he could feel the disease spreading to his very bones, making everything just
a bit more painful day by day. He let the pain drive him though, as he lost
some abilities due to his ailment, he looked for new opportunities he could
use to replace his shortcomings. He had found a great deal of support from the
Blood Tribunal, many of the members of the Spire welcomed a master of
necromancy to call on in their great wars against the Outlanders of the tree,
and the Battleragers of the Village. When he was not busy studying, or
refining his craft, Xaviun relentlessly hunted the enemies of the Empire
across Thera, each head he put on a spike outside the palace further showed
both the Empire and Thera his accomplishments and that he was a force to be
reckoned with. He was aware of his weaknesses, and leaned on his strengths,
and had built himself into a very difficult battle for his enemies. One thing
was for certain. Xaviun was becoming a power to be reckoned with.
Reflections of a Dread Lord
Added Tue Dec 31 19:16:34 2024 at level 41:
Rising from a kneel before the Emperor, Xaviun stood to his feet, now the
Dread Lord of the Black Sect, one of the five most powerful people in the
Empire, and perhaps even Thera. He thought back to that young boy he was so
long ago, eating rats and cats on the street to survive. His life had changed
so much since then. His goals had changed, his very essence had changed too.
He no longer cared to find a cure to the disease that slowly was taking over
and polluting his body. He was slowly dying, but Xavian had accepted his fate.
It was one loss of many, that loss had led him down a series of roads and
opportunities that had brought him to where he was now. He was in debt to the
Empire, and many in turn were in debt to him. He had freedom yet was a
prisoner of a kind. He was high and powerful, yet still was dying from the
inside out. At only twenty seven years of age, Xaviun had felt like he had
lived many full lives. Xaviun knew a choice was coming in the form of a vote,
would they keep the current Emperor, or would a new Emperor be immediately
voted in? Xaviun was conflicted, as the War Master Hufgars had been of great
aid and use to Xaviun. However, Xaviun felt the Empire had the best
opportunity for growth under the watchful eye of Kellrarc, the current
Emperor. And Kellarc had granted him his seat as Dread Lord. Xaviun did not
wish to be on the wrong side of a vote, and would have to take a chance with
fate in playing his hand one way or the other. Though a student of loss,
Xaviun had not yet discovered the location of the god Rahsael's shrine yet. He
longed for guidance and insight, and knew that the next priority for him had
to be to seek out the Lord of Loss and Lovers himself to see how an encounter
with Rahsael would influence him and his fate. He had confidence in his stride
now, and looked to the days ahead as the dawn of a new age, with countless
opportunities on the horizon for him in a bold new era of Imperial dominance.
Xaviun's final look at his life, and what may still come
Added Tue Feb 11 03:30:47 2025 at level 47:
Xaviun winced a bit as he slowly walked his way into the Black sect hall,
tossing aside his robe and dumping his coin purse into the open coffer before
closing it carefully. The years had not been long, but they had not been kind.
He was only fifty years of age, and he still would have many years of long
life to live under normal circumstances. The curse that riddled his body
however had done a number on him, weakening him greatly. His bones were
becoming more brittle, his eyesight was foggy, and the bile black fluid that
slowly filled his lungs made his breathing difficult and laborious. It took a
lot of effort for him to not show weakness in front of his fellow Imperials,
especially in front of the council. Xaviun knew he had little time left before
the curse eventually devoured what was left of him from the inside out. This
was something he was preparing for, and he had a contingency that somehow in
the back of his mind he knew was going to have to unfold. A year prior, Xaviun
had ventured and crawled through the ghoul tunnels deep underneath Hamsah
Mu'tazz. With patience and time and the powers he had accumulated over the
years, he had reached a preparation room of sorts, and banged on a gong until
the Conservator of the tunnels reluctantly appeared. He looked Xaviun over,
and recognized something within him. Whether it was his potential, or his
desperation, he offered Xaviun a chance at the dangerous ritual of
mummification into undeath, to become the iteration of death itself. Xaviun
agreed, and the conservator gave him a list of objects he would need to bring
back to the tunnels when he was ready to proceed. The list was vague, but
Xaviun was a scholar, and within a few months he had deciphered which objects
he needed and gathered them each carefully, verifying the power inside of
them. Everything was in place, Xaviun just needed to decide when he wished to
return to the tunnels, and test his fate. This process was do or die, there
was no room for failure. But facing death either way, Xaviun knew that this
was his last choice. This was his last chance to continue to walk Thera, to
continue his dive deep into the black arts, to grasp what was left of life in
any way he could, even if it was with death. Prepared, Xaviun knew that soon
his fate would be decided for him either way, and he was glad for it.
The embodiment of Death
Added Sun Feb 16 09:10:28 2025 at level 51:
Xaviun was not sure when he woke up after his long dreamless slumber. Perhaps
woke is the wrong term altogether, he only remembers coming out of a foggy
haze, laying on a large stone slab in a ceremonial incubation chamber. He had
no recollection of anything after he drifted off to slumber before his
incubation. He remembered looking back at the Empress and his fellow
Imperials, certain it would be the last time he would see them. The disease
that had been ravaging him would have taken him any day, but that was gone
now. Xaviun could feel the weakness of the curse was purged from his body
completely. Feel was also a strange word for Xaviun. His body had already
started to decay, bloody gauze bandages wrapped his entire body under his
various armors that were equally bloody. He did not feel per say, all of his
nerve endings were dead and ceased to grant him feeling. His eyes were gone,
and he noticed at that moment that he no longer drew breath. His strange new
sense of feeling came from what he could feel was a dark connection deep
inside of him to death, sensing the lifeforce of all around him. He could
actually feel the essence of the living, or the void of it when he was away
from it. It was a strange and empowering sensation, he sensed that he was far
more connected with the black arts than he ever had before. He had succeeded,
against all odds. From a dying and struggling man that had given in and
accepted his fate, risking losing everything, to a transcended being of
immortality and the embodiment of death itself. He felt like a child again,
full of wonder, the world full of possibilities as he understood he would be
going on a fresh journey all over of self discovery. A new chance at life, and
a chance to forge his path in the histories. Xaviun still considered himself a
scholar in his core, and his ambitions to study the anatomy of creatures
across Thera to delve deeper into animation magics was invigorated all over.
He would perform his duties to the Empire, his first loyalties would be to his
sect, and bringing it to the glory that it deserved. As for what lay before
him, Xaviun had trusted fate so far, and it had not disappointed. He trusted
it would continue to guide him on his path of death and discovery.
The pinnacle of power
Added Mon Mar 17 01:17:48 2025 at level 51:
Emperor of Thera. Mummy Lord. Undead Champion. Xaviun now wore many titles.
His life had led him down a path where compromise or half measures were not an
option for him. In life and death, everything he had placed in the hands of
fate had inevitably led him down this path. Now he was ruler of Thera, with an
Empire at his back and nothing standing in front of him with the power to stop
his rule. The victory tasted of ash to him however. Conquest, power, eternal
life...all of these things were just specks of dust in a whirlwind, flickers
and moments in time that were always passing. Time was beginning to become a
concept with meaning to him that no mere mortals could understand, yet his
undeath itself was still an incomplete task. He had sought more, aspired for
more. True immortality. Ascension. Going through the motions each day meant
less and less, as he thought more and more of the eternal, and how meaningless
his actions were in the face of time. He would seek one last measure, one last
rise to power that would truly last for eternity, ensuring the Empire would
have a reaching power always from the heavens. For now, he stayed on course,
seeking a way to make his final ascension into the true eternal and guide the
forces of darkness and order for the eternity to come.
PK Wins
Dec 25, 2024|Lv 28|West Sumner's Road|Hazreff vs 1: [28] Xaviun (100%, burning, weeping sores)
Dec 28, 2024|Lv 35|Forgotten Crypts|Radjani vs 1: [35] Xaviun (100%, burning, weeping sores)
Dec 30, 2024|Lv 40|The Imperial Palace|Brumbistle vs 1: [40] Xaviun (100%, punch)
Jan 9, 2025 |Lv 43|The Imperial Palace|Arabuccha vs 2: [43] Xaviun (99%, punch), [51] Tauryna (0%)
Jan 11, 2025|Lv 46|The Imperial Palace|Brumbistle vs 1: [46] Xaviun (100%, deathly touch)
Jan 11, 2025|Lv 46|The Imperial Lands|Brumbistle vs 1: [46] Xaviun (100%, punch)
Jan 22, 2025|Lv 47|The Drogran Hills|Bognor vs 2: [51] Tauryna (6%), [47] Xaviun (93%, hunger)
Jan 30, 2025|Lv 47|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Kurpich vs 1: [47] Xaviun (100%, poison)
Feb 1, 2025 |Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|Taivu vs 2: [47] Xaviun (28%), [51] Tauryna (71%, )
Feb 1, 2025 |Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Mecesha vs 2: [47] Xaviun (72%, deathly touch), [51] Tauryna (27%)
Feb 2, 2025 |Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Spitrog vs 4: [44] Skauzyn (38%), [51] Tauryna (19%), [48] Duul (37%, crush), [47] Xaviun (3%)
Feb 14, 2025|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Linai vs 2: [47] Xaviun (33%, claw), [51] Tauryna (66%)
Feb 21, 2025|Lv 51|Mortorn|Paxell vs 3: [51] Xaviun (6%), [51] Skauzyn (58%, flurry), [48] Stornsarn (35%)
Mar 5, 2025 |Lv 51|Keep of the Righteous|Grumschkilt vs 1: [51] Xaviun (100%, punch)
Mar 5, 2025 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Bognor vs 2: [51] Asuriara (20%, circle stab), [51] Xaviun (79%)
Mar 14, 2025|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Hazreff vs 2: [51] Xaviun (24%), [51] Asuriara (75%, circle stab)
Mar 17, 2025|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Linai vs 2: [51] Xaviun (48%), [51] Skauzyn (51%, crush)
Mar 17, 2025|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Skeggi vs 3: [51] Frennya (0%), [51] Xaviun (17%, word of death), [51] Skauzyn (82%)
Mar 17, 2025|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Yasdal vs 3: [51] Skauzyn (51%, flurry), [51] Frennya (1%), [51] Xaviun (46%)
Mar 17, 2025|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Steiya vs 3: [51] Skauzyn (42%), [51] Xaviun (48%, KB), [51] Frennya (8%)