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John Rothmaker
Player ID: 257856
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*volition : 327
*mining : 10
Regeneration : 91
Energetic immunity : 314
Trade sense : 29
Briskness : 37
Initiative : 18
Defence : 584
Attack : 161
Power : 11
Luck : 13
*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 = 47
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Battle stats
Won: 465 | Lost: 575
Honor: 5000
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 Passion Challenger Mariana Quartermain Cerberus Muninn Animated Tree III Forest Shadow Lord Huron

The Maker of Roths
Hatred is a waste of time.

Page 510 - Seeds Of The East
"Sounds like a good enough reason for me" Lifeline grins while he takes out a small leather sack. Six colored objects roll on the floor. As the roll they change shape and they grow larger and larger. The breath of the drachorns is more frightening than Liberty ever imagined. Glowing signs appear, not as tattoos, but carved right into the skin of the creatures. ...
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