He is a tall, dark older man with fine olive skin and classic Imperial facial structure. High-cheekbones and a square chin, define a strong face with a short-cut hair and beard, once black, now white. He has a generous mouth below a thin straight nose and dark eyes. His body has little fat with muscular arms on broad shoulders. His legs are long and he moves with the poise of a lion. His wrists and arms are thick and muscular from constant excercise. The man's expression is thoughtful with, perhaps, a speculative look in his shadowed eyes under dense white eyebrows. He may have been the son of a noble family turned career soldier, battle hardened. There is a small scar on his chest over his heart, shaped like spider over a crescent moon ...
Amateur - dagger (mastered) sling (fair)
sword (mastered) dodge (mastered)
dual wield (mastered) parry (mastered)
swim (superb) taslamaran tongue (mastered)
uxmaln tongue (mastered) zhensh tongue (mastered)
empire tongue (mastered) aghelian tongue (superb)
sylvan tongue (mastered) firmyrn tongue (very good)
deep tongue (mastered) taslamaran writing (fair)
uxmaln writing (fair) zhensh writing (fair)
empire writing (mastered) sylvan writing (fair)
firmyrn writing (very good)
Novice - dirt kicking (mastered) kick (mastered)
self defense (good) sneak (superb)
Initiate - disarm (mastered) trip (mastered)
fast healing (mastered) haggle (superb)
Apprentice- crossbow (mastered) brawling (very good)
taunt (mastered) second attack (mastered)
Journeyman- enhanced damage (mastered) finesse (mastered)
Veteran - enhanced parry (mastered) endurance (mastered)
Expert - skirmish (good)
Mentor - riposte (mastered)
Flavian was my favorite character to date. I had a ball everytime I played him. Swashies are awesome. He was a lover of women...and women loved him, which led to problems with the Council which he joined as a young boy. He finally met his wife in late middle age and had two children, a son and a daughter with Gienah Und'Noquana,, the High Priestess of Suffering.
You are hungry.
pray Oh, Lord of Battle, I have been your servant you all my long years. I am ready to be taken, Lord of War. It is time for me to pass. Cpme take me, my Lord.
You say to Valeticia 'Pray to your Lord. Tell him I am ready to leave this plane'
You tell Zellidon 'Farewell, old friend.'
Someone replies 'Flavian..'
Someone replies 'Not you as well?'
You reply to someone 'Give the Council plenty of trouble for me, eh?'
A distant thunderous sound approaches and the air is heavy with static charge.
You reply to someone 'yes. I am old.'
You drop to your knees.
Valeticia begins to pray.
You reply to someone 'Lord War comes for me now'
Valeticia drops to her knees.
Someone replies 'You are the last connection I've had to Sereona..'
You reply to someone 'Ahhh...'
A deep ache is felt as your surroundings are filled with a hazy fog of shadows.
You say 'Oh Lord, I served you all my life.'
Flavian's tears begin to roll down the old man's cheeks
The torches in the temple seem to grow, burning darker and heating up!
Valeticia says 'I believe He will answer your prayers this day.'
You say to Valeticia 'Farewell priestess. I am ready for His touch'
You hear a drum beat from the distance.
Flavian bows his head and becomes still
The drums are soon joined by the sound of thousands of marching feet, in step.
The sound becomes thunderous and fills the cathedral!
Flavian is a proud and lonely sight as he kneels, awaiting his Lord
A thousand battlecries roll over you!
Flavian touches his fiery sword.
You yell 'All serve the Lord of Battle!'
And in unison the sound halts, as if upon command.
You exclaim 'My Lord!'
The shadows close in about you.
Flavian gasps as a sudeden pain throbs in his chest
A flaming axe arrives in the room.
A flaming axe chops at your right arm, cutting a painful wound across it!
Your right arm goes NUMB!
A flaming axe chops your stomach, cutting a deep gash.
A flaming axe chops your right arm, tearing flesh as if it were butter!
A flaming axe chops at your left arm, cutting a painful wound across it!
Overall, a flaming axe is in excellent condition.
A flaming axe arrives in the room.
A flaming axe chops at your head, causing a small but painful wound.
A flaming axe gets a wild look in its eyes.
A flaming axe chops your stomach. Boy does BLOOD look red!
A flaming axe chops your mouth, knocking out a few of your teeth!
A flaming axe chops at your left leg, tearing open a bleeding wound!
A flaming axe chops at your chest, causing a deep gash.
A flaming axe chops your jaw, breaking it with a loud *SNAP*
You sure are BLEEDING!
A flaming axe's head butt DISEMBOWELS you!
You sure are BLEEDING!
Suddenly everything goes dark!
You have been KILLED!!
Special thanks and kudos to Turon, Veret, Zellidon, Sereona, Gienah, Khurt, the crew of the Council an so many others. Thanks to the Staff for much fun.
Orcanaut
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