Zontuk - Character Sheet | Carrion Fields MUD

Basic Information

Birthday Mar 29th 2011
Level 36
Age 92 yrs (mature)
Hours 165
Sex male
Race half-drow
Class warrior
Cabal OUTLANDER
Hometown Ancient Emerald Forest
Sphere Chaos

Character Stats

Prime Stats

Strength 19
Intelligence 19
Wisdom 19
Dexterity 24
Constitution 18
Charisma 17

Attributes

Hit Points 719
Mana 404
Movement 754

Training

Unused Practice Sessions 19
Unused Training Sessions 2

Achievements

Adventuring

Quests Completed 11
Exploration Points Found 23
Observation Points Found 93

Bounty Hunting

Bounties Collected 0
Bounties Placed 0

The Veil

Veil Thickening 0 (0)
Veil Thinning 0 (0)

Time Spent

Hours Spent at Hero Level 0
Percent of Lifetime at Hero Level 31%
Percent of Lifetime in Wilderness 69%
Percent of Lifetime in Cities 3%
Percent of Lifetime in Bars/Inns 0%
Percent of Lifetime Caballed 88%

Experience Points

General Experience

Total Experience 244,499
Next Level 1

Types of Experience

Cabal 4,350
Learning 12,874
Exploration 9,200
Observation 5,505
Quest 5,450
Commerce 12,665
Immortal 1,450

Class Specifics

Weapon Specializations

Mace

Warcry

Zontuk does what wants!

Cabal Specifics

Logins With Item 131
Logins Without Item 5
Logouts With Item 130
Logouts Without Item 2
Lost Item 7
Retrieved Item 8
Took Another Item 0

PK Stats

Kill/Death Type

PWK Kills 0
PWK Deaths 0
Cleave Kills 0
Cleave Deaths 0
Assassination Kills 0
Assassination Deaths 0

Arena

Wins 0
Losses 0
Record N/A

Gank-o-Meter

Wins

Total Kills 108
Assists 7
Solo Kills 96
Kills in group of 2 19
Kills in group of 3 0
Kills in group of 4+ 0
Avg. group size / kill 1.17
Kills Rating Solo-Killer
Kill Quality Pacifist or Pacifier

Losses

Total Losses 4
Solo Losses 3
Losses in group of 2 7
Losses in group of 3 1
Losses in group of 4+ 0
Avg. group size / death 1.50
Deaths Rating Unwitting Guest of Bad Parties

PK Wins

By Class

Anti-paladin 18
Assassin 5
Bard 10
Conjurer 2
Invoker 4
Necromancer 5
Paladin 4
Ranger 6
Shaman 2
Shapeshifter 10
Warrior 42

By Cabal

Battle 3
Empire 28
Herald 1
None 73
Tribunal 3

By Align

Good 12
Neutral 29
Evil 67

PK Deaths

By Class

Paladin 1
Warrior 3

By Cabal

Battle 1
Fortress 1
None 2

By Align

Good 2
Neutral 1
Evil 1

Criminal Record

Total Times Wanted 3
Wanted for Murder 0
Wanted for Theft 0
Wanted for Looting 0
Wanted for Offensive Powers 0
Wanted for Aiding Criminals 0
Wanted for Raiding 0
Wanted for Guild Attacks 0
Wanted for Other Reasons 0

Skills

Level 1: axe 100%
Level 1: dagger 96%
Level 1: flail 93%
Level 1: mace 100%
Level 1: polearm 88%
Level 1: spear 83%
Level 1: sword 100%
Level 1: staff 80%
Level 1: whip 1%
Level 1: enhanced damage 100%
Level 1: hand to hand 100%
Level 1: parry 100%
Level 1: rescue 1%
Level 1: recall 100%
Level 1: shield block 100%
Level 2: improved compare 87%
Level 2: elbow 1%
Level 2: metal armor use 81%
Level 2: light armor use 100%
Level 3: dirt kicking 100%
Level 4: aim 93%
Level 4: knee 1%
Level 5: second attack 100%
Level 6: fast healing 100%
Level 7: recuperate 1%
Level 8: kick 1%
Level 10: disarm 100%
Level 10: feint 1%
Level 10: pen 1%
Level 11: inspect goods 1%
Level 12: third attack 99%
Level 12: dual wield 100%
Level 12: skin 79%
Level 12: harvest 83%
Level 13: dodge 100%
Level 14: haggle 1%
Level 14: pierce 1%
Level 15: bash 100%
Level 15: trip 100%
Level 15: shield cleave 1%
Level 15: pugil 1%
Level 15: meditation 100%
Level 15: extinguish 1%
Level 16: charge 1%
Level 17: lore 1%
Level 17: thrust 1%
Level 18: berserk 91%
Level 18: lash 1%
Level 19: slice 1%
Level 20: warcry 85%
Level 20: backhand 100%
Level 21: retreat 1%
Level 22: strengthen 72%
Level 23: offhand disarm 1%
Level 23: deflect shield 1%
Level 24: evade 89%
Level 25: drive 1%
Level 26: cranial 100%
Level 26: bone armor use 1%
Level 27: parting blow 98%
Level 28: boneshatter 100%
Level 30: fourth attack 87%
Level 30: dent 1%
Level 30: dash 75%
Level 30: subvert 70%
Level 33: drum 93%
Level 35: precise aim 78%
Level 35: deadfall 71%
Level 46: enhanced reactions 1%

Cabal Powers

Level 15: windwalk 100%
Level 20: feral rage 73%
Level 24: trepidation 70%
Level 28: chameleon 100%
Level 30: beast call 73%

Edges

Evasive
Gift to the Departed
Lucky
Matador's Timing
Remain Conscious
Resistant Sight
Shield Eyes
Thick Veined
Thinned Bloodlines

Description

A humanoid figure lurks about, moving quietly and stealthily about you. It stands at about 6 feet, and atop its head is a messy crown of brown-black hair. It's skin is a strange ivory-tan, and it is hard to tell if its skin was initially as such, or if it has been caked with years of mud and dirt. It is not built for bulk, even though it is well toned. However, it is equally feral as tt glares at you with its savagely orange eyes, and grips a pair of massive clubs.

Role

Birth

Added Sat Apr 2 08:04:16 2011 at level 23:

His first memory was looking into what would be best roleribed as 
the 'face' of a Treant. Left abandoned as an infant in the the 
dense forest west of Tir-Talath, his life was salvaged when a 
group of Treants awoke from their long slumber and found him 
crying in their midst. From that point, he was cared for by the 
Treefolk, sustained by the fruit of their own bodies, and taught 
the ways of the Treants.

Being smarter than most Treants, he learnt Treefolk speech 
relatively easily, for even though they are long lived, they have 
rarely interacted with the the outside world and do not have a 
large vocabulary. However, because of their eternity, their speech 
is also slow, mimicking their speed in just about every aspect. A 
simple hello would be 
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooo
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrr.' And most think giants are slow.

The Treants, as beings of Nature, had strong affiliations to the 
deities of Nature, and wanted to train him in the ways of 
druidism. However, he did not enjoy the rituals and prayers much, 
and often wandered off halfway in search what other things that 
interested him. The one thing he found extremely exciting was 
playing with snakes, because in contrast to the slow Treefolk, 
serpents were quick and deft, and he found himself mimicking their 
movement and actions subconsciously. He became a good hunter, 
having developed patience from living as a Treant, yet being able 
to swiftly strike when needed, like a serpent on the hunt. He 
learned to use fallen branches of the Treants as tools to aid in 
his hunt, becoming proficient at clubbing of all forms, yet 
maintaining his speed and agility.

Outside

Added Sat Apr 2 08:39:01 2011 at level 23:

Some years passed, and he grew into adulthood, or what would be 
considered adulthood, given his mixed bloodlines. He enjoyed 
running the open plains, feeling the soft dirt between his toes, 
and could run for hours and days at a stretch going from stream to 
stream. Sometimes, he would ventured into the rolling mountains, 
and sometimes go near to the nearby cities, but he could feel that 
the dirt as he drew closer to the cities would smell different, 
feel different, so he kept away from them as much as he could. 

One day, he chanced upon the most beautiful creature he had ever 
laid his eyes upon, while running north through the rocky 
mountains. A golden waterfall of long blonde hair slid down her 
back, radiant as the sun. Her skin was smooth and alabaster white, 
flawless in its perfection. As he gazed upon a pair of large, 
emerald eyes, he saw what he thought was trace of a fiery orange 
flame within. She wore a simple black silk dress that ran from 
neck to ankle, and it fell easily upon her body, highlighting her 
silouette. She sat beside the stream in the Vale, chanting softly 
as she carressed the water with loving hands. Hiding in the shrub, 
he just watched, captivated, spellbound.

He frequently returned to the stream to watch her, and would watch 
for as long as she remained. One day, he decided to emerge from 
the bushes, and approached her slowly, cautiously. He knew from 
past experiences that the more colourful a plant, the more likely 
it is to be poisonous. Such is a hunters trap as well. She looked 
up as she felt his presence, and the sounds that came from her 
mouth were like angels singing, even though he could understand 
none of it. He looked at her with confusion, but continued to 
approach, and when he finally was near enough, produced a 
slaughtered rabbit and placed it in front of her. She smiled, and 
that was the start of his interaction with elves, and his learning 
of the common tongue.

Free will

Added Sat Apr 2 17:17:34 2011 at level 23:

He began seeing her very often, and while his Treefolk granted 
name was Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
ttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooookkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggg
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, meaning fast one, for 
convenience she shortened it to Zontuk. And her name? Illiasaria.

Their connection deepened with time, and a point came when he 
wished to take her as his mate. He looked expectantly as she 
looked at her feet, face downcast. 'I cannot,' she said. 'Though 
my feelings for you are great, my father would never allow it. I 
am heir to his bloodline magic, and he would never allow me to be 
with anyone outside the magi, much less someone not of elven 
descent.' 

'Does what want! One life, live! No waste! Regret!' he cried, and 
stuck a chord in her heart. Faith renewed, she took him to seek 
her father's blessings. 

'What?! You want to be married to this... this thing?! He's a 
half-breed! You will not dilute our powers by such a union! Our 
ancestors have not, and certainly you will not break our 
tradition! And to a beast! What are you thinking?!'

'He is not a beast, Father! I never wished to be heir! Let Brother 
be heir to your legacy!'

'Magic flows most strongly within you, and you are the chosen one 
to keep our blood strong. I will not let you associate with such 
filth! Guards, throw this animal out and make sure I never see it 
again! Never!'

With that, they dragged him kicking and shouting 'Does what 
wants!' from the gates of the palace, and slashed him and left him 
for dead.

On the Throes of Death

Added Wed Apr 6 13:51:27 2011 at level 26:

There was no way he could have survived that onslaught. Not on his 
own anyway. And as the life faded from his body, and he drifted in 
and out of consciousness, he began to see and hear things that he 
himself was not sure of. The only vision that was vivid was that 
of a single drow, wielding a deadly scimitar and lashing at his 
slaves, in a place so dark and vile it would make anyone shudder. 
The heat was intolerable, produced by the forges that churned out 
this strange, unknown substance that swallowed even the faintest 
trace of light. One of the slaves, a dirty but otherwise beautiful 
human girl, caught his eye. He heaved her onto his shoulder and 
carried her off into his chambers, and the hopeless screams of the 
unwilling girl echoed into the distance.

With this, he woke up, gasping for breath, sweating profusely. The 
birds that had been resting on him flew away, and the snakes that 
had wrapped themselves tightly around his body slithered into the 
grass. A strange green glow emanated from the surrounding shrubs, 
and he found his wounds all healed without a scratch. He looked 
back at the prison that kept his love from him, and vowed to grow 
stronger, and burn every rule and tradition to ashes. He felt a 
strange power draw him east, over the oceans to an unknown 
destination. Following his instinct, he set off in search of this 
mystery.

As he left the vale, he heard a whisper on the wind, 'From whence 
it began, so it shall end.' Deep into his own thoughts, he 
dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

Doubts

Added Wed Apr 6 13:52:39 2011 at level 26:

On his travels, he came across many creatures that he had never 
before seen or heard of. There were strange winged creatures that 
flew, but were not birds that he had ever seen. There were massive
humanoid beings, twice as big as a normal human, strong as ten 
men. And yet there were these short, stocky being that looked like 
little children, with beards. He soon came to learn about these 
creatures and what they represent, with their individual 
idiosyncracies. 

The arials were fast, quick, and agile, but fearful of water and 
lightning, and were an inpatient lot. The giants were strong 
beings, not very smart, but they knew what what was in their 
hearts from birth. Yet the svirfnebli, looking like little 
children, but wise as the earth, and sharing great affinity for 
it. This insight led to this nagging feeling at the back of his 
mind. 

'He's a half-breed!' echoed in his thoughts.

Half-breed? He found himself starting to agree with that label. He 
was nowhere as smart as the drow, or as light footed, and he was 
nowhere as strong or hearty as a human. He fit in nowhere. Where 
did he really belong, and what did he really represent? Was he 
just another existence, another accidental by-product of Fate's 
twisted sense of humour? 

What does it mean to be born of a drow and human, raised by Treant 
druids, taught by serpents, loved by an elf and taken in by the 
Refuge? Doubts start to fill his mind, as he wondered about his 
purpose.

Epiphany

Added Wed Apr 6 13:55:48 2011 at level 26:

As he came to a Forest Road, he came upon a strange sight. There 
it was, a horse with a coat of hair like the blackest night, with 
a single horn atop its forehead. He approached it slowly, 
cautiously, not quite certain of what to make of it, for a unicorn 
in itself was a rare sight, let alone a black one. As he 
approached, the black unicorn turned towards him, its fiery red 
eyes piercing through his heart. He felt a strange sensation 
overcome him as he felt tired and weak, and he lay down beside a 
tree, drifting off into deep slumber.

It seemed as though he was omnscient, and could see everything at 
once. Time flashed by before his eyes, and he saw when the world 
was born, and a time all was pristine and untainted by the burden 
of cities and castles. He saw he birth of the first sentient races 
of the world, and then the emergence of the elves, drow and like, 
until the time of Man came, and they became the most populous race 
in the world. Sprawling cities rose from towns and villages, and 
mines and forges were built, leaking poisons into the soil, and 
fumes into the air. Outside, the grass was grey rather than green, 
and birds fell to the ground, suffocated by the smog. The earth 
moaned for mercy.

Off in the distance, a huge battle raged. Inside the castle was a 
shadowy cat, a strange gnome that had a dragon head and a coat of 
quills and a drow whose body bent in impossible ways. Outside 
stood a pregnant sunflower, a great blue bear and a black dragon 
that spouted the seven elements. Suddenly, the great blue bear 
rose from the ground, and ascended towards the skies, leaving 
behind a crescent axe at the hollow of a great Tree. From nowhere, 
an ebony brown serpent emerged, curling its body around the legacy 
that remained. The axe began to glow and change shape, eventually 
taking the shape of a hammer. 

He woke from his dream, feeling fully refreshed, not just in body, 
but in spirit as well. He realised why he had been born a 
half-breed, why his life had been saved not once but twice by the 
great spirits, why an elf loved him but was taken from him, and 
why the dirt of cities irked him so. He was a meld of two of the 
most destructive races in the world. Drow, whose forges solder 
adamantite and whose elite enslave, torture and murder for comedy, 
as well as humans, whose cities burden the earth, and whose 
numbers swell beyond vital capacity. 

Where it began with the drow and later the humans, so it must be 
one of their own who put a stop to the vice. That is not just the 
purpose of his mixed heritage, but also the meaning of his 
destiny.

From whence it began, so it shall end.

Hiatus

Added Tue Jun 28 10:30:58 2011 at level 36:

In order to prepare himself for his eventual 
role as leader, Zontuk took a lengthy hiatus 
from the frontline. During this time, he 
learned the beast calls, so that he may 
communicate effectively to all of the refuge, 
letting his knowledge of the common tongue 
slip even further. Also, he realised that the 
role of leader would require him to be strong 
as well, and slowly but surely he honed his 
art, gaining strength not just about 
fighting, but about all of Nature.

Immortal Comments

Date	Level	Hours	Author	Comment
04/04/11 1:10 PM	25	46	An Immortal	An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Raised by treants to appreciate the wilds, he falls in love with a city elf but her father rejects him so he is beaten and tossed aside - at that point the story ends.
06/04/11 2:58 PM	26	57	An Immortal	An Immortal added 400 exp for: A series of dreams and wanderings lead him to the Refuge - he has a lot of visions and an uncorrupted view of the world around him - though it's rapidly becoming corrupted.
10/04/11 7:14 PM	28	75	An Immortal	An Immortal added 50 exp for: Yay for having an acceptable description on a check of the entire mud.

Timeline

Date	Level	Hours	Event
30/03/11 5:11 PM	17	7	Zontuk has pledged to the Outlanders of Thar-Eris
31/03/11 9:10 AM	20	11	Zontuk advanced to level 20 <PK: 2-1>
31/03/11 6:09 PM	21	17	Zontuk moved to Emerald Forest (Outlander induction)
31/03/11 6:09 PM	21	17	Inducted into OUTLANDER by Balta.
11/04/11 7:39 PM	30	80	Zontuk advanced to level 30 <PK: 57-1>

Level History

Date	Level	Hours	Groupmates
29/03/11	2	0
29/03/11	3	0
29/03/11	4	0
29/03/11	5	0
29/03/11	6	1
29/03/11	7	1
29/03/11	8	1
29/03/11	9	1
29/03/11	10	2
29/03/11	11	3
29/03/11	12	3
29/03/11	13	3
30/03/11	14	4
30/03/11	15	5
30/03/11	16	6
30/03/11	17	8
30/03/11	18	9	Liliara (11)
30/03/11	19	10
31/03/11	20	12
31/03/11	21	17
31/03/11	22	19
01/04/11	23	23
02/04/11	24	33
04/04/11	25	46
04/04/11	26	47
07/04/11	27	60
08/04/11	28	67	Ualuthweien (25)
11/04/11	29	82
11/04/11	30	83
17/04/11	31	110	Koros (29) Wikataw (32)
18/04/11	32	117	Kaife (34)
28/04/11	33	128
01/06/11	34	141	Rakelan (31) Eryx (32)
01/06/11	35	141	Rakelan (32) Eryx (32)
22/06/11	36	159	Koilandyr (43) Dako (40)

Title History

Date	Level	Hours	Title

PK Wins

PK Deaths

Mob Deaths

Date	Level	Area	Killer	Attack
03/29/11	5	The Lumberyard	Tarus	pound