| Regeneration : |
311 |
| Luck : |
-13 |
| Energetic immunity : |
645 |
| Trade sense : |
230 |
| Briskness : |
250 |
| Initiative : |
180 |
| Defence : |
905 |
| Attack : |
448 |
| Power : |
56 |
| Volition : |
164 |
| Mining : |
20 |
| Herbalism : |
11 |
| Woodcutting : |
8 |
| *excavation : |
6 |
| Waterhandling : |
8 |
| Cartography : |
20 |
| Gardening : |
6 |
| Finesse : |
6 |
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| Time Principle |
= 1 |
| Principle of Light |
= 1 |
| Principle of Imagination |
= 1 |
| Darkness Principle |
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You see a knight, clad in worn, rusty, bloodstained armour. His face wears his weariness; bags beneath his eyes betray his fatigue; his absent gaze fixates on some distant oblivion; remniscent of the expressionlessness behind his bland smile.
He treads with caution, maintaining a low profile, as if his presence were unforgivable. Curiously, his helmet is not worn as the rest of his armour; one often finds him donning it to sleep, and removing it when he wakes. Those that witness his rest may find him speaking incessant gibberish, although on occasion, he speaks of "Lilly", whomsoever this may be.
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| Yrthilian stands before Wodin, dagger in hand, poised to strike. Wodin knows that his strings of fate only stretched as far as battle with the shades. With them more or less gone, he stands only with his personal whims to face. Yrthilian hesitates, not wanting to lose the Master. "What would you do?" ... |
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