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The journeys of Thorin. |
Thorin:
Age: 30
Place of Birth:Dundee
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Profession: Rogue
Place of Birth:Dundee
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Profession: Rogue
This Journal:
Currently Exploring: N'rolav - Desert Tomb<br><br>This pile of parchments is the legacy of Thorin the Dainty. Read here about his thoughts, battles, wins and losses. Read how an unexperienced adventurer became one of the strongest rogues ever to walk Valorn. Learn from the past, let it guide you in the future.
Thorin likes:
Slaying demons
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Thorin hates:
Being slain by demons
Ogress Matriarchs
people who think rogues are dishonest
Ogress Matriarchs
people who think rogues are dishonest
Battle Cry:
If it is our time to die, so be it. But if we die here and now, we'll give them hell before we do!
Wise words:
It is true we can serve Valorn better when we're alive. But some things are worth dying for.
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adventurers read this journal.
THere've been quite some opportunities to explore lately. NEw areas have been discovered everywhere. People who finally dare to travel into the mountains have found strange places, but somehow, a fence popped up near Fartown. I don't think I've seen it before. It's a preservate, belonging to an unknown King. Poachers will be boiled. I've discussed placing Soup de Islander on the Ethucan menu with the restaurant owners. They sent me to Cerbie. Maybe he's interested.......
She left these lands. Maji the Nun walks Valorn no more. The initials on my hand are dulled and glow no more. They are dark red now, the color of blood. Valorn has lost a beacon of Light. The pain in my heart cannot be described by words.
I will always remember her as a good cleric, a good adventurer, a good nun, but above all, a good person. The emptyness she leaves behind cannot be filled.
To Maji. May the Gods of Trinald watch over your soul wherever it may be. Be at peace. Left fist to heart.
I will always remember her as a good cleric, a good adventurer, a good nun, but above all, a good person. The emptyness she leaves behind cannot be filled.
To Maji. May the Gods of Trinald watch over your soul wherever it may be. Be at peace. Left fist to heart.
Once more I travelled into the tombs. Working my way past the wretches of all strengths, who didn't bother me much. I knew where to find him. And I knew how to kill him. Knowing when the right moment to retrat came was vital to my victory. But once again, I made a mistake. My mind was so clouded by the adrenaline rush in my blood, that I once more went to Ben's tatue, freed the spirit, took the key, and went to the chests......only to find that the key didn't fit in the lower one. Maybe magic would make the upper one give me the gauntlets.....but no, I recieved another Shield of the Kings. Once more I had to try. And I waited for 144 marcs, and then I went back again. With another shard I bought from Bors, I went into the tombs again. After yet another victory over the Claviger, I captured the spirit in the shard, and went to the Life Giver. The key I recieved fitted in the lower chest, and there they were; a pair of Polished Articulated Gauntlets. Beautifully crafted, handmade gauntlets from the Golden Age. They are mine now. And I wear them with pride.
After years and years of training, I have reached my goal. For now. The 56th level, new armor.......ONly 1 thing remains. Basically it is because I was too impatient.
I had not left the tomb for quite a while. Training, training, and training, just to reach that level of skill. It did not take long to reach the 55th level. One more to go........But first, other things had to be settled. The gauntlets, maybe the shield too. Though that'd just be a trophy. The gauntlets were my first goal. So, I went looking for him.
And I found him. Right where I expected him, desacrating the tomb of the very first High King of Valorn. THe tomb was tainted by it's presence. And I was prepared to face him.
I approached him carefully, aiming my duelmaster at his back........he turned around, and the stab missed his spine. Blast. My duelmaster was mnow stuck in his left arm. Time for some more power.
I stepped back a few steps, and I took my Ultimate Weapon of War. It swung just as swiftly through the air as the duelmaster, but it also made me feel better, stronger. I jumped forwards again, and started slashing through the beast. I took my duelmaster from his arm, and started slashing with it again.
Many hits later, I was tired. But he wasn't He looked as fresh as before. I made a quick descision, and tried to run back. A well-timed kick stopped me, and I fell. As I tried to stand up, his strong hands almost crushed me. One last attempt to run........But he managed to reached the entrance before I did, and he dealt the final blow. And as my soul faded away, back to Dundee, I only thought of the warrior mantra......Hit, Die, Repeat.
I reformed South of the Dundee Gates. Revenge was all that was on my mind. Nothing could stop me. I ran through Dundee, into the forest, to the Dark Tree. Quickly heading through the magical barrier, into the desert, into the tombs.....Not ancient skeletons, nor tomb wretches could stop me, regardless of how strong they were. And so, I met him again. He was still breathing heavily from the last fight, but I was fully recovered. A last prayer to the Gods, and I went in again.
My weapons were drawn. I knew his strength now. And his weakness. But above all, I knew my own weakness. And I decided to exploit it as much as I could.....
Quick slashes, followed by blunt hits. That's how it went on. I acted like I wanted to retreat a few times, but I always was prepared for him. And when I got the opportunity, I took it. Without any way of alarming him, I quickly retreated. Some health potions later, I went back. At full strength. And he was weakened......
Anyone could've done it from there. 2 hits with my UW, and he was crippled. I walked towards him, and placed my duelmaster in his spine. He had finally died. But there was no time, I had unfinished business. I searched him immediately, trying to find a clue on what to do next. It took me a while to realize he had nothing, just a few coins. But then, I saw him above me. The High King. I saw resemblances of Deek in him.
He spoke to me. He explained what had happened, what caused him to wander outside his body. And he needed help. I quickly did what I had to do. I placed the shard I had been carrying with me on the sarcophagus, and chanted. The spirit was quickly absorbed by the crystal, which changed its color, and also its size. I took it to the most holy place I could find, as commanded. There I placed it into it's final resting place.
The spirit left the shard, and I picked up the key that was there, on the ground. I remembered where I could use it. But there were 2 options - which one to choose? The messenger did not return, so I decided to follow my intuition. Alas, I chose wrong. The shield, although a beautiful crafted shield and a nice trophy, would not serve me in battle.
A fraction later, the messenger arrived. He had suffered from a sandstorm. I had been too impatient. I'd have to kill the Claviger once more, when another one had decided to taint the tomb. So I guarded the tomb for several hours, killing anything that came in my path. Except for Galad, who was there too.
I have not seen a Claviger again since then. Holy Warrior Doyle has fought 2 of them, and now carries both gauntlets, and the shield. I'll have to wait a bit longer. Killing the wretches, though, has caused me to advance once more. THe 56th level, a better-crafted suit of the nightsky armor. But I am still waiting for that Claviger to rise once more......so that I can finally be at peace. For a while.........
I had not left the tomb for quite a while. Training, training, and training, just to reach that level of skill. It did not take long to reach the 55th level. One more to go........But first, other things had to be settled. The gauntlets, maybe the shield too. Though that'd just be a trophy. The gauntlets were my first goal. So, I went looking for him.
And I found him. Right where I expected him, desacrating the tomb of the very first High King of Valorn. THe tomb was tainted by it's presence. And I was prepared to face him.
I approached him carefully, aiming my duelmaster at his back........he turned around, and the stab missed his spine. Blast. My duelmaster was mnow stuck in his left arm. Time for some more power.
I stepped back a few steps, and I took my Ultimate Weapon of War. It swung just as swiftly through the air as the duelmaster, but it also made me feel better, stronger. I jumped forwards again, and started slashing through the beast. I took my duelmaster from his arm, and started slashing with it again.
Many hits later, I was tired. But he wasn't He looked as fresh as before. I made a quick descision, and tried to run back. A well-timed kick stopped me, and I fell. As I tried to stand up, his strong hands almost crushed me. One last attempt to run........But he managed to reached the entrance before I did, and he dealt the final blow. And as my soul faded away, back to Dundee, I only thought of the warrior mantra......Hit, Die, Repeat.
I reformed South of the Dundee Gates. Revenge was all that was on my mind. Nothing could stop me. I ran through Dundee, into the forest, to the Dark Tree. Quickly heading through the magical barrier, into the desert, into the tombs.....Not ancient skeletons, nor tomb wretches could stop me, regardless of how strong they were. And so, I met him again. He was still breathing heavily from the last fight, but I was fully recovered. A last prayer to the Gods, and I went in again.
My weapons were drawn. I knew his strength now. And his weakness. But above all, I knew my own weakness. And I decided to exploit it as much as I could.....
Quick slashes, followed by blunt hits. That's how it went on. I acted like I wanted to retreat a few times, but I always was prepared for him. And when I got the opportunity, I took it. Without any way of alarming him, I quickly retreated. Some health potions later, I went back. At full strength. And he was weakened......
Anyone could've done it from there. 2 hits with my UW, and he was crippled. I walked towards him, and placed my duelmaster in his spine. He had finally died. But there was no time, I had unfinished business. I searched him immediately, trying to find a clue on what to do next. It took me a while to realize he had nothing, just a few coins. But then, I saw him above me. The High King. I saw resemblances of Deek in him.
He spoke to me. He explained what had happened, what caused him to wander outside his body. And he needed help. I quickly did what I had to do. I placed the shard I had been carrying with me on the sarcophagus, and chanted. The spirit was quickly absorbed by the crystal, which changed its color, and also its size. I took it to the most holy place I could find, as commanded. There I placed it into it's final resting place.
The spirit left the shard, and I picked up the key that was there, on the ground. I remembered where I could use it. But there were 2 options - which one to choose? The messenger did not return, so I decided to follow my intuition. Alas, I chose wrong. The shield, although a beautiful crafted shield and a nice trophy, would not serve me in battle.
A fraction later, the messenger arrived. He had suffered from a sandstorm. I had been too impatient. I'd have to kill the Claviger once more, when another one had decided to taint the tomb. So I guarded the tomb for several hours, killing anything that came in my path. Except for Galad, who was there too.
I have not seen a Claviger again since then. Holy Warrior Doyle has fought 2 of them, and now carries both gauntlets, and the shield. I'll have to wait a bit longer. Killing the wretches, though, has caused me to advance once more. THe 56th level, a better-crafted suit of the nightsky armor. But I am still waiting for that Claviger to rise once more......so that I can finally be at peace. For a while.........
The 54th level is mine. Finally I am able to travel into the deepest depths of the Tomb, and see what there was to see. The tombs I found there were as beautiful as one could imagine. Paintings on the walls, beautiful statues......And the imminent threat of a greater tomb wretch. I write this now because I am waiting for the ferry to take me to Kilican. Poison is a rogue's best friend. Soon, I will go back into the tombs. The 55th level is within my grasp; Victory is close at hand.