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Soldier of Wasteland
Player ID: 186791
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Regeneration :	0
Energetic immunity :	6
Trade sense :	3
Briskness :	2
Initiative :	-1
Defence :	1
Attack :	3
Power :	0
Luck :	0

Principle of Enthropy	= 41
Principle of Cyclicity	= 42
Principle of Balance	= 46

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Battle stats

Won: 82 | Lost: 13
Honor: 553
MindPower: 3

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My Past

As my name implies, I am a Soldier from the Wastelands, i have traveled far to get to this world and I am here to stay. I am the strongest of the Wastelanders, sent here to learn so that our people might better thrive in the harsh deserts of the wasteland. I am 6 Ft' 7" with Jet black hair and death black eyes. I am human, and yet I am NOT human.......

This is what i Look like

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This is my Sword, ShatterFlash

Brittleflash is the weapon I looked more then a quarter of my life for. After countless adventures, I found him laying within a cave, waiting for me to come. He often speaks to me in one way or another. Brittleflash is a sword designed to kill beings from higher planes, and steals their abilites for me to use.

I have recently Infused Brittleflash with the elements and several gemstones, creating Shaterflash.

He's 4 Ft long, not including the hilt

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Some of my creatures

The Things I Have

I posses a full length trenchcoat, a pair of Fingerless mail-backed Gloves, A Buckler (shield), a pair of armored boots, and slightly worn Jeans.

I also have Shatterflash, and a few extra provisions, and not much else.

I now have a new set of armor the appears when I draw Shatterflash.

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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