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John Rothmaker
Player ID: 257856
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*volition : 337
*mining : 10
Regeneration : 102
Energetic immunity : 328
Trade sense : 39
Briskness : 48
Initiative : 26
Defence : 601
Attack : 182
Power : 14
Luck : 14
*cartography : 20
*herbalism : 7
Waterhandling : 6
Woodcutting : 8
Finesse : 5
*excavation : 0
Sun God Armour
Medusa Ceremonial Armour
Darkness Principle = 152
Time Principle = 187
Principle of Cyclicity = 102
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Battle stats
Won: 563 | Lost: 678
Honor: 4997
MindPower: 5
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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
Soul of Cinder Saint Peter Yggdrasil Lord Huron Cerberus Challenger Quartermain Forest Shadow Muninn Animated Tree III Right Hand of John

The Maker of Roths
Hatred is a waste of time.

Page 467 - The Traveler
The Shade Sentinel is nowhere to be found. What was once a strange humanoid creature-the Traveler, is now a floating orb. No fight, no nothing, the soldier stares shocked and understands nothing of what just happend. Is the Sentinel dead, whatever that means for a shade, is it inside the orb, is the Traveler still there, what happened? All these are questions that pass through his mind making him feel more of a insignificant human observer than ever before. ...
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