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John Rothmaker
Player ID: 257856
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Volition : 372
Mining : 10
Regeneration : 134
Energetic immunity : 355
Trade sense : 59
Briskness : 69
Initiative : 41
Defence : 660
Attack : 256
Power : 49
Luck : 18
Cartography : 21
Herbalism : 7
Waterhandling : 6
Woodcutting : 8
Finesse : 5
*excavation : 0
Sun God Armour
Medusa Ceremonial Armour
Darkness Principle = 1413
Time Principle = 1270
Principle of Cyclicity = 170
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Battle stats
Won: 680 | Lost: 758
Honor: 5000
MindPower: 5
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Hunger
I remember a time before I was truly me, somewhere deep in my being. I remember the sea, and I remember a feeling of loss. Then I remember flowing from the fog of the endless blue to the shore on a chilling morning. Weather I was carried by the water, or carried by the fog, I am here now and must contend with what I have. 

My original Journal was full of childish musing and memory, but this place has changed my perspective. I have walked the shores of Gateway Island and Golemus. I have seen the coast from Loreroot and the Paper Cabin. I have been stalked by shadows in the Lands of the East. I have walked the caverns beneath Marinds Bell. I have been lead through the shadows of the Necrovion and have witnessed the burning of untold tomes. I have looked below and above, and walked the halls of Deathmarrow. I have been to the land of the dead without suffering an untimely fate. I have grown. I have learned. I have built. I have destroyed.

When I first arrived I was little more then a roughly shaped cloud of energy. I could talk faintly and influence the world around me only slightly. I passed the trials to bring myself to the mainland and slowly grew my power.  
Times change. Drive or be driven. 
Some of my creatures
Passion Saint Peter Yggdrasil Jackal Selous Delilah Animated Tree III Quartermain Cassiel Right Hand of John Azrael

The Maker of Roths
Hatred is a waste of time.



Page 360 - The Inner Sun - Noo.
Trapped in his never-ending nightmare, No One looks in desperation at the small puppy. He recoils as it melts, too. The puppy sends out a silent plea from its eyes before they burst. The form dissipates and the ashes of its bones blow away. At this horrific sight, he awakes with a start, covered in sweat, to find himself alone in Necrovion once again. ...
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