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AqlBeast
Player ID: 16449
~Register to the game as an adept of this player~

Regeneration :	146
Energetic immunity :	548
Trade sense :	220
Initiative :	94
Defence :	1226
Briskness :	277
Attack :	2889
Power :	248
Luck :	87

Medusa Ceremonial Armour
Sun God Armour

Principle of Light	= 1000
Time Principle	= 1000
Element Principle	= 2430
Principle of Syntropy	= 678
Transposition Principle	= 600

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Battle stats

Won: 3626 | Lost: 5104
Honor: 4988
MindPower: 5

You are not yet a member of any alliance

Just one of history's old image seeking his past.

Those that knows me please be kind.

Those that knows me not please not ask who I am...just an image of old time.

Some of my creatures

Ask not what I can do for you? Ask what you can do for yourself?

I am fool of stupidity, but I am not afraid to show it. Ignorance is the basis of my origin, knowledge is what I gain through time. I speak my mind, and I am not afraid to shun it if need be. What you should know about me is that I abhor anyone who THINKS he is better than the rest. If you think you are better, show it to me. Actions speak much better than words do. Show me who you truly are and remove my skepticism of you from me. I detest myself for I am nothing---living life without an aim, living life without a friend, living life with much disdain. In the end, I love nothing; yet, nothing, to others, is everything.

FOR FUN ONLY------TO BE ATTEMPTED BUT NOT TO BE SHARED

THE WORLD STEPS ASIDE FOR THE MAN WHO KNOWS WHERE HE IS GOING

As an image of old time I have nothing to gain But like all relics I have a story to tell, a purpose to exist, and a code of protection To all believers of old time become a part of me and I leave you with ____________________

Page 581 - The Hunt for Red Presents

The elves, tiny men, and various small creatures named similarly are little known among the folk of MagicDuel, however one thing that should be known is that they are fiercely loyal. They are especially fond of those who they work with, work being a key part of their lives. One such person was the Pickle Meister, and the elves, upon hearing of their sad departure from the world began their usual mourning routine, drinking morning til night in their memory... As you might imagine, this was not entirely useful for those attempting to determine where the presents went.

After slowly returning to the land of sobriety the archive Elf came back to find their small office missing with newly formed sierras of white and brown. Upon careful inspection this turned out to be a papery concoction of missives sent from Loreroot. After deciding that resolving the situation with Drachorn fire may cause too much ancillary damage, the elf decided to read one. In the letter chosen for its closeness to the bottom of the pile, and within easy reach, the Queen of Loreroot requested an audience and expressed concern at the lack of replies to previous messages. This would have to be solved thought the elf, and a big’un would be needed to move the rest of these letters. ...

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