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Kalamanira Kol

  • 5Mind Power 5of 7 levels
  • No Homelandno alliance
  • Honor 4,998of 5,000

368 days in the realm since 9 September 2008 · started in The Original Story Mode

Record

  • Fights725 won · 1,036 lost
  • Active6% of days · 368 of 6,594
  • Adept ofGargant
  • Player ID90240
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Medals 1

Medals are earned through hard work and given one player at a time, sometimes with a ceremony. Together with titles, they are what the realm holds as true about Kalamanira Kol.

Character

Combat stats tap a row for its sources

  • 356.58 initial = 356.58

    The plain force your creatures strike with when you send them into a ritual.

    Treasure from won fights, where it is the cheapest of the nine to raise. Worn weapons lend it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    Damage is your attack less the target's defence, and most abilities start their sum from it. Your total is shared out across the creatures in your ritual, so the same attack goes further in a ritual of two than in a ritual of six.

  • 186.05 initial = 186.05

    How much of a blow your creatures shrug off before it touches their vitality.

    Treasure from won fights, at three and a half times the cost of attack. Worn armour lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    It is subtracted from nearly every incoming blow, so a defence above the enemy's attack leaves them doing the minimum of one damage. Like the rest, your total is shared out across the creatures in your ritual.

  • 77.17 initial = 77.17

    The strength behind everything your creatures do that is not a plain blow.

    Treasure from won fights, the second cheapest of the nine to raise. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    Healing, protecting, stealing life and poisoning all measure themselves against power and ignore attack entirely. Stealing life is capped at 20 percent of a creature, and an aimed hit at 25.

  • 66.54 initial = 66.54

    How early your creatures move when a round opens.

    Treasure from won fights, at five times the cost of attack. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    The whole field acts in order of initiative, highest first, so it decides whether you land a killing blow before the other side answers or after.

  • 98.74 initial = 98.74

    How readily the realm's heat answers to you, in a fight and on the road.

    Treasure from won fights, and one of the dearer of the nine. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    It is added to the heat you get for a fight you start, and a quarter of it is added to the heat of every step on your own land, or on any land while you belong to none.

  • 47.93 initial = 47.93

    The realm's willingness to tilt a moment your way, or against you.

    Treasure from won fights, but only on about one win in eight, so it grows in jumps rather than steadily. Clickables in the lands hand it out, and worn gear lends it.

    On roughly one scene in three, luck finds you Winertia; luck below zero loses it instead. In a fight, luck on either side can double an effect or cancel it outright.

  • 70.37 initial = 70.37

    How readily your vitality comes back to you.

    Treasure from won fights, and by far the dearest of the nine to raise. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.

    It swells the vitality your house pays you on every refresh, by up to half again, with half of that reached at 2,000. After a fight, every creature you sent is brought back up to at least its regeneration as a percentage of its maximum vitality. Your regeneration is shared out among them like the other stats.

  • 53.71 initial = 53.71

    Your nose for a price, and how hard you are to overcharge.

    Treasure from won fights, at one of the higher costs of the nine. Worn gear lends it.

    It takes up to 25 percent off a dwelling, a weapon and your house rent. The discount climbs fast at first and then flattens, reaching half its maximum at 750 and never quite the whole 25. It is the one of the nine the fight engine never reads.

  • 74.44 initial = 74.44

    How well you hold together while crossing land that is not yours.

    Treasure from won fights, at one of the higher costs of the nine. Worn helms and shields lend it.

    Stepping into another house's territory costs you vitality, and your energetic immunity cancels that percentage of the loss. At 100 the crossing costs nothing at all.

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Skills that only grow

  • nothing yet = 0.00

    The weight of your own will, built by going where the realm pushes back.

    Every scene you enter that costs action points. Going in above the viscosity minimum pays more than going in below it. The secured day streak pays as well.

    Your share of a forge wish. There are five bands, from a tenth to a half.

  • 80 initial = 80.00

    How far your character can still be reshaped. It starts at 80 for everyone and is only ever spent.

    Nothing raises it yet. Every card you take by converting permanent stats lowers it by one.

    The price of your next card. At 80 a card costs 10 points; each point of plasticity you lose makes the next card dearer (59, then 69, then 81 ...), and each point above 80 makes it cheaper, down to a floor of one.

Leanings

MiningHerbalismWoodcuttingWaterhandlingFinesseExcavationGardeningFilteringExperimentalismTamingDowsingFusioningLogging100

No Leaning yet. Gathering and crafting grow them.

The Leanings are thirteen crafts that pull against each other: what a player practises grows, and what they neglect falls away.

Principles

Darkness Principle 276.04 · Principle of Imagination 924.55 · Principle of Light 1,216.70 · Element Principle 144.66 · Principle of Balance 886.96

Realm

No Homeland

No alliance

Armoury

No set pieces worn.

Writings

As glass once it falls, she shattered. Comments on self

.:: Wishlist ::.

: Spells :

Visions of Home - Jump to the Accursed Growth in Necrovion
Seek the Architect - Jump to .GlorDamar.'s location
Call the Hunt - Temporarily weaken a player's stats by 10

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|Cerberus of the Accursed Growth|
 
The remaining half of a fragmented whole, An elven woman who is bound to and is sworn to protect the Accursed Growth; continuously searches the realm for familiarity. Artwork is her sanctuary, and you can often find her lost within a piece of parchment and charcoal sketching away. 
 
  

.:: Character Description ::.

As an elven elementalist who embraces her feline form, Kalaminara Kol very often behaves more like a cat than her other half. She is the manager of the Artisans Guild, and works along side .GlorDamar. and .Kragel. to make MagicDuel a creative and active place. Her life force resides within the well protected Accursed Growth, she is bound to it as .Amoran. is bound to the Oak Fort, and wishes to use the Growth's inside as an art studio - making it her home. The land of madness does not bother this one; some believe that those who are truly free are mad. Perhaps they are?

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.:: Achievements ::.

  • Worked hard to improve rate of player retention, offered player improvement suggestions and new feature suggestions, contributed to RPC and PWR nominations, helped organize and moderate MD chats, promoted MD community building through yahoo and msn messengers.
  • Solved Berserkers Way puzzle at MP3 and MP4
  • Beat Willows Shop Guardians at MP3 and MP4
  • Aimed to beat Loreroot Guards at MP3
  • Beat Loreroot Guards at MP4
  • Guardian of the Accursed Growth
  • Joined Artisans Guild at MP4
  • Illustrated Children of the Eclipse Alliance Logo
  • Became Artisans Guild Manager at MP4
  • Sister of .Khalazdad.
  • Friend of Loreroot
  • Ally to the Crimson Blade Alliance
  • A part of the Sisterhood

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The Nightmare of Kalamanira Kol

Wall by Henning

Unfeeling Recollection

"Darkness, an endless river of shadow- there is no pain here, no confusion in my sleep.. and yet I am stirred awake by outside reason. I move from the darkness of my dreams, my eyes opening to the full moon shining brightly above me- a sky filled with a tapestry of stars and yet it's beauty is astounding......I am lacking. Something is missing. I seek  sight of the area around me, and my eyes find a clone of my bodily form, sitting crosslegged with tears in her eyes.... Sadness radiates from her, an ache of pain that I can feel deep within my own chest. This is my own feeling, and yet hers as well... I feel nothing. I am lacking... my emotion is as numb as the rest of my body. Am I of anger? Pain? Confusion? I cannot tell... I seek the shadows again, I seek the comforting river of sleep and soon I am lost to the tapestry of stars against the sky.....and I dream."


The trunk of her willow tree was a deep polished brown, a chocolate color mixed with caramel from its many years of resting, swaying, remaining dormant in the wind’s force. She stared at it, sadness taking her heart as she realized there would be nothing she could do to separate herself from its binding. Her fingers glided over its many curves and grooves, the texture smoothed by weather and slightly rough around its curves from the dirt that had nestled in between its caramelized bark.

The wind blew through her hair, and smelled of oncoming rain… her eyes found the sky- swirling clouds of black and grey moving as a beast through the tall grass of a rainforest, growling at the ground- releasing a roar to the sky as if to say “Mine.”

Kalamanira’s heart stopped there. Something was wrong; this was not her mind... The clouds grew closer and her breath was lost….suddenly her eyes glazed over and she screamed the roar of a cat in the night, hunting it’s pray. Her hands clawed her throat as he muscles moved like snakes underneath her pale, pale skin. Suddenly in an explosion of skin and wetness she withdrew herself from the gore and emerged a panther, strong, proud and yet still bound to its willow.

It was as if she were suddenly looking at a mirror, seeing herself in panther form, pawing the ground in confusion. She stared hard at the form of her panther, remembering how it had felt, how painful it had been the first time she shifted into its form. There was no one of her race to guide her animal through her skin, no one to show her a gentle change. Her mind lingered on the feeling of pain, that choking burning in her panther form’s muscles, the bleeding of her paws and the feel of the cold ground beating against those aching pads she suddenly wore.

The clouds eased closer.

They swarmed in a sudden burst like a tidal wave crashing over an island. Suddenly the trunk of her willow was crimson, blood cascaded down it’s caramelized trunk, staining it a deep red-orange. From the mirror, she watched herself in her panther form become swept away, watched herself writhe underneath her bleeding tree. Swirling around her, the clouds became claws and ripped at her black fur, scraping away the animal in her, clawing deep into that form to pull out her more elven one. Screaming against the mirror she pounded, crying out for someone- for anything to save her from this dream. Anything, and anyone.

It was then that the demon emerged from the clouds, a laughter echoed through the blood- waves moving against her panther’s face. Her body reacted to the echoing laugh, her heart on the other side of the mirror pounding fast and hard against her chest. “No..” She whispered in her sleep, then suddenly, she took the sides of her head in her hands, digging nails into her aquamarine scalp as the demon began to move in against her elven form.

She screamed in her sleep and woke with a start, gripping the base of The Accursed Growth as if it were her anchor to the world. Tears filled her eyes and she cried… cried her own blood from her eyes. This did not startle her….no. New power was bound to come eventually.

After the Storm

"The huntress.. I was called. My name was spoken on the lips of every being within my lands. Yet this name... an echo of my past, lost so long ago.

I remember only this name, only this small title.. it's power has dimmed.

In this realm of uncertainty, this time I have been thrown into... I search for warmth without limit in this place. I am freedom, I move without white waters to weaken my strength."


The Story of Amoran Kalamanira Kol

Amoran Kalamanira Kol by Jon .Black Thorn.

"I was of clay, and the earth had molded me, cracked me, and then destroyed me." . . .

Amoran Kalamanira Kol is of an ancient, forgotten race of elven elementalists. Once royalty, her chance at ever becoming what she was born to be was stolen from her after she was captured by a spiteful creature of the earth. Her absence sent her once peaceful race into war against other civilizations. Her homelands fought, sending blame to innocents- slaughtering them for crimes they did not commit. Her mind was free from the race wars, the creature that had taken her - a large stone beast, magically bound her to a willow tree that stood in the center of a ancient abandoned battlefield. She was unable to move away from the tree, her spirit was attached to it's roots, to it's soil. Trained deeply in the art of battle, her skill did nothing for her- she was bound completely. The willow created the effect of immortality, Aged as the tree was as long as it stood and lived, Amoran would as well. Eons passed and still she was bound. Her patience and will had grown weak, Anger flared in her eyes. She would be free from the clutches of this being. Her will grew as the fire within her flickered, and she screamed the name of the beast- summoning it to the field. "You will set me free." Her demands fell empty, the beast laughed aloud- refusing to do as she demanded. For the first time, her eye color shifted- burning red against the paleness of her tattooed cheeks. The being stared in amazement, and after a long pause, decided to give her one chance. "You must solve a riddle to be set free, your answer will depend on your freedom." The beast's riddle was simple, complex, and confusing all the same. The beast had meant to keep her, but after many days she formulated an answer. This amazed the creature yet again, the being did not know truly who he had in his possesion. "You are still mine." The being's great rumbling voice echoed across the battlefield. Amoran's anger flared, and she strained against her binding, using every bit of will and power left in her. Every bit of energy her life force could muster, until like a rubber band it snapped with the force of the strain. . . .

"I heard the vague sound of tearing, and the air was sucked out of my lungs.
I felt the crack form, and I knew then that I was free- but at what cost?
The after blow was like a thousand hammers of force hitting me at once,
I felt my skin light with fire as cracks formed along my body.
My senses shattered and split into a million different pieces.
And as I knew the being fell as well as I, I separated and became two."
 

The three forces that caused such a tremendous tear in time left her in a vacant battle field, no tree in sight- staring up at a tapestry of stars and a moon filled sky. Amoran's limbs were heavy, her senses were dull- but she could still see. Slowly she turned, the heaviness of her body causing unnatural movement as her mind fixated on the odd warmth beside her. There next to her, unmoving was a mirror image of herself. 
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|Kalamanira Kol| The binding of death|

Sallow Mushroom Elder by spinxmuse
"A cursed tree, a giant weed that homes a very nasty breed."

The Accursed Growth screamed out Kala's name in a high pitched roar. It demanded her to come, caused her body to move the long distance between Fenth's Press and the Gates of Necrovion with burning limbs. She was met with pain, with agony as Master Saeiane conducted his violent ritual. He slices her throat against the tree, blood spilling to it's roots. "You are mine."
It's screeching whisper rang through her ears as her senses numbed and she collapsed at it's base- it's dark power closed the deeper parts of her wounds, knitting them lightly but leaving them open still. Deep in woods of Loreroot, in the Defensive Quarter's Amoran's chest begins to feel heavy, and she collapses for a short time until she is able to find the strength to stand and run to The Maple Road. She arrives just in time to see Master Saeiane with Kalamanira resting against his back. She is stunned, dazed and shocked. Despite Innocence's protest to such a binding, the being continued to follow close by- monitoring Master Saeiane and Kalamanira Kol's actions. Amoran and Innocence both flee to the Oak Fort, and there Amoran is able to heal Kalamanira Kol's remaining wounds. Her tree moves with her and aids in Kala's healing. Innocence continues to protest the use of binding, but to no avail. Kalamanira Kol is taken a short time after back to The Accursed Growth, to rest at its base.

In time Kalamanira came to appreciate this tree, and so her life is bound to it, she protects it with her life. There are others who understand her need to protect the special tree, and so she along with
five others aid in the protection of the Accursed Growth.
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Lust and fear
Love of those who walk in shadow..

Absolution by Navate on Deviantart

The White Tiger - "ShadowSeeker"
The beast has captured me, and I am more than happy to be his. Seeker is what I call him-
He allows me to be free as I allow him to move as the striking beast he resembles.

Do not be fooled though, this man is very dear to me- I would give my life for his at a moments notice.
He is my lover, as I am his.

Knight heart by Tania S. (Deviantart)

Lucius Tarquinus Suberbus
My love for this man originates from my Other.
He has forced me to see that I am a creature- and fully embraces that I am one.
He too is very dear to me, and I would give my life to protect his.



Cicuta by acidlullaby on Deviantart

Dark Mystic
  My love for this woman originates from my Other.
As I have come to know my dear Mystic...
I find that she has become more and more a mystery to me.
We tend to share similar attitudes, similar habits..
From this I have come to realize that she is very dear to me,
I would give my life for this woman, just as I would for Seeker and Lucas.
 


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The Hunt
 
The Hunt by Navate

"My eyes turn silver and I truly see the past of pasts in front of me."

"Of late I have noticed that I have certain blanks in my memory, as if time has gone by
without my knowing. I cannot say what is happening to me, but I miss moments-
precious moments in time. "

"This place I have found is a purgatory, near damnation if you are caught in the wrong."




Nah, quote list. Personal hate list

Bourbon Biscuits: you want my nipple? O.o.

Amoran: (OOC: Help! The TV is trying to tell me that I need a bigger penis!)
Amoran: (OOC: It doesn't know that I don't own one of those!!!)
Dark Mystic: (OOC: your penis is fine, love)
Amoran: (OOC: should I....should I....punch it in the mouth?)

.Marvolo.: I roleplayed a cookie yesterday and everyone wanted to eat me.

Code of the Huntress Military ways and beliefs

(work in progress, will do later)

Creatures 16

  • Water Daimon IIIWater Daimon IIIlevel 7 · 2 held
  • Elemental VElemental Vlevel 6 · 2 held
  • SylfkaSylfkaChaos Archer, level 6
  • Majestic WinderwildMajestic Winderwildlevel 6 · 2 held
  • BuckBuckGrasan Huvourer, level 3
  • HellhoundHellhoundKnator War Master, level 5
  • Dark Archer IIDark Archer IIlevel 4 · 4 held
  • MichaelMichaelAngien, level 3
  • RemainsRemainslevel 1 · 2 held

The most experienced kinds, of 16 creatures in all.

Adepts 2

2 players joined the realm as Kalamanira Kol’s adepts.

From the Adventure Log

Page 572 · One Man, Many voices

And now with some of the shades fragmented into a body of sorts some of the protections Necrovion had weakened. Lots of changes have occurred and what will happen next is up to you for now this story ends. FIN.

This story involves real player characters and grows every few hours. Read the rest in the game: you could become part of it.

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