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- /-----------------------------------------------------------------------------\+My parents had fled the under-dark after our house was attacked by several members of the Ghaunadauri. I wasn't eithen born yet and there was war in my homeland. i of course didn't learn that knowledge until about 40 seasons after my birth. They (my parents) had escaped Loch Nether, but at no little cost. my father, knew that drow were looked down upon on the surface. dana, and humans viewed us as monsters or demons. Evil creatures because we were from a different place, or culture. so they had hid, out in a forest near the town of Camelot. they were secluded and "safe" for the time being. my father was the head guard of the town, he fought heroically to protect his home land agenst evil things of all sorts. and he was run out of his home. like a dog. eventually a knight in training stumbled upon my fathers cabin. my mother was out by the river gathering water, a 30 minute or so walk. he saw my father chopping wood out side, the knight drew his bow and shot a arrow at him, hitting my father in the back. maybe this is why i have no respect for the knights. not that he had killed my father, but he had not done it fairly. my father was no weak drow, the arrow had barely hurt him. the knight instantly ran up and thrust his blade through my fathers heart. instantly killing him, at least he had that much dignity. the young knight, cut my fathers head off, bringing it back to show all of his companions in the city. it was about a 3 hour ride to Camelot. my mother had returned, seeing the headless corpse of her husband. she immediately fled for her life, and mine.
- | Vetallas Venlallethson |+ 
- >-----------------------------------------------------------------------------<+she headed west. took a boat across the sea. i grew in her stomach day by day, she eventually wandered into a town called Lost Haven. they accepted her there, for being a drow and whatnot. she was able to get a job with Miss Amelia teaching children different languages and how to read and write. then i was born. as i grew she told me story's of how my father was a fearless killer. slaying priests and gods. i swear from the rumors Ive heard of him, i would believe it. so there a grew, learning how to fight with the guards there. mostly i got beat to a pulp. but it was all good fun. when i turned 50, my mother was considerably old, a drow of 1200 years. she was on her death bed, and she told me of their past, and who my father really was and why they were so far from the homeland. i felt true hate for the first time. i wanted revenge and i wanted the Ghaunadauri and Knights of the Round Table to pay.
- | You are the Fist of the Damned. |+ 
- | You are a member of the Shadow Brethren. |+i decided to stay in losthaven till i was 80. i had one friend, who traveled into town every other season, his name was Faerithan. i didn't know where he had learned to fight, but one day the town was attacked by orcs. we were going to be over run. and he ran in from the west, laying them down with such increadable speed. he had saved the town, and was a hero of the lands. here he was talking to a young drow, who could barely throw a punch. heh. he taught me the ways of a true fighter. then after i had felt like i was ready, i had set out, on a quest...for power and revenge.
- | You are a Ygellethite. |+ 
- | You are a member of the Legion of Dynamic Discord. |+so i wandered. crossed many seas. and killed many foes. i stumbled upon a ruined temple, i took refuge there. there was a altar made of bones and human remains. but being as i am, i welcomed that sight...
- | You are a Warden of Lost Souls. |+ 
- | You are one of Lord Thanatos' Dark Reapers. |+ 
- | You are a member of the Blue Oyster Cult. |+
- >------------------------\ /-----------------------\ /------------------------<+
- | Sex: Neuter | Race: Drow | Age: 80 |+
- | Level: 53 | Experience: 5660330 | Wealth: 22539 |+
- | Kills: 5139 | Deaths: 62 | Kill Ratio: 82.8871 |+
- | Lives: 12 | Quest Points: 71 | Diet: Ametabolic |+
- >------------------------/ \----------\ /----------/ \------------------------<+
- | Strength Amazing [ 158 ] | You are about seventeen dimins tall, |+
- | Intelligence Superior [ 100 ] | three and nineteen twentieths dimins |+
- | Constitution Unearthly [ 210 ] | wide, and one dimin front to back. |+
- | Dexterity Amazing [ 164 ] | You are ambidextrous. Your ethics |+
- | Willpower Prodigious [ 105 ] | are diabolical and chaotic, and your |+
- | Charisma Unremarkable [ 42 ] | alignment is diabolical and chaotic. |+
- | | |+
- | Perception Prodigious [ 120 ] | Your ethics and alignment are in |+
- | | accord. You worship Doppel, Eris, |+
- | | Thanatos, and Ygelleth. You are of |+
- | | the Losthavener culture, with |+
- | | Losthaven your homeland. You are |+
- | | leader of the Blue Oyster Cult. |+
- >------------------------\ /----------/ \----------\ /------------------------<+
- | Combat: Aggressive | Attack Scatter: 5% | Effort: 100% |+
- | Aim: High | Strike: Head | Brief Combat: On |+
- | Elude: On | Chase: Off | Stealth: Off |+
- | Encumbrance: Light | | Wimpy: 24% |+
- >------------------------/ \-----------------------/ \------------------------<+
- | Speed: Very Quick (38) |+
- | Your unarmed combat skill level is incredible (187). |+
- >-----------------------------------------------------------------------------<+
- | Type 'help fist' for Fist of the Damned information. |+
- | Type 'help doppel' for more information on the Shadow Brethren. |+
- | Type 'help Ygellethites' for information. |+
- | Type 'help LDD' for Discordian information. |+
- | Type 'help wardens' for more information. |+
- | Type "help guild" for Reaper information. |+
- | As an individual with fey blood, you have a certain innate magickal |+
- | potential. Type 'help fey abilities' for information. |+
- | |+
- \-----------------------------------------------------------------------------/+
- /- Traits of Vetallas Venlallethson -\ 
- | Trait Value | 
- >------------------------------------< 
- | Anhumouricity Yes | 
- | Assimilativity -6 | 
- | Chaos Favour 1 | 
- | Diet Ametabolic | 
- | Handedness Ambidexterity | 
- | Light Sensitivity 6 | 
- | Limb Regenerativity 5 | 
- | Luck -4 | 
- | Night Vision 4 | 
- | Quote Style Void Shell | 
- | Respiration None | 
- | Sentience Anthropic | 
- | Speech Pattern Hollow | 
- | Undeath Yes | 
- \------------------------------------/ 
-  
-Thats with death effects. 
- /--------- Attributes of Vetallas Venlallethson ---------\ 
- | Attribute Natural Effective | 
- >--------------------------------------------------------< 
- | Strength Prodigious [ 110 ] Unearthly [ 204 ] | 
- | Intelligence Superior [ 100 ] | 
- | Constitution Prodigious [ 120 ] Unearthly [ 214 ] | 
- | Dexterity Preternatural [ 187 ] | 
- | Willpower Prodigious [ 110 ] | 
- | Charisma Decent [ 60 ] | 
- | Perception Prodigious [ 120 ] | 
- \--------------------------------------------------------/ 
-That's without them 
-You are a neuter drow with black skin, white hair, and violet eyes. You are a Hero of Lost Souls. He is covered in a Evil aura. Faint hues of shadow 
-and what seems to be like Pure Death fall off of him as he walks. There is a tattoo of a death symbol on your chest. There is a tattoo of an of murder 
-symbol on your right leg. There is a tattoo of an of pain symbol on your right arm. There is a tattoo of an of thanatos symbol on your head. You are 
-cloaked in a dark aura of death. 
-You are about seventeen dimins tall, three and nineteen twentieths dimins wide, and one dimin front to back. 
-You are in good shape. 
-You are resting. 
-You wield a black entropy scythe in your hands. You wear a red-silk-trimmed black linen cloak of holding around your body and the Fist of the Damned 
-on your right hand. 
-I made remade Vetallas after my Nizari went downhill. I didnt want to remake a VV, which was the original Vet. So i made a Reaper. And now when you see me, send me a tell and ill more then likely group up with you. Its rare when you see my actual name in game, i'm either in a black suit, or Enveloped. If i like you enough, ask me if i have anything good in my 'Pile', you might get something good. [[User:Wesnile|Wesnile]] 17:24, 16 October 2010 (EDT)<br> 
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Revision as of 23:54, 26 November 2010

My parents had fled the under-dark after our house was attacked by several members of the Ghaunadauri. I wasn't eithen born yet and there was war in my homeland. i of course didn't learn that knowledge until about 40 seasons after my birth. They (my parents) had escaped Loch Nether, but at no little cost. my father, knew that drow were looked down upon on the surface. dana, and humans viewed us as monsters or demons. Evil creatures because we were from a different place, or culture. so they had hid, out in a forest near the town of Camelot. they were secluded and "safe" for the time being. my father was the head guard of the town, he fought heroically to protect his home land agenst evil things of all sorts. and he was run out of his home. like a dog. eventually a knight in training stumbled upon my fathers cabin. my mother was out by the river gathering water, a 30 minute or so walk. he saw my father chopping wood out side, the knight drew his bow and shot a arrow at him, hitting my father in the back. maybe this is why i have no respect for the knights. not that he had killed my father, but he had not done it fairly. my father was no weak drow, the arrow had barely hurt him. the knight instantly ran up and thrust his blade through my fathers heart. instantly killing him, at least he had that much dignity. the young knight, cut my fathers head off, bringing it back to show all of his companions in the city. it was about a 3 hour ride to Camelot. my mother had returned, seeing the headless corpse of her husband. she immediately fled for her life, and mine.

she headed west. took a boat across the sea. i grew in her stomach day by day, she eventually wandered into a town called Lost Haven. they accepted her there, for being a drow and whatnot. she was able to get a job with Miss Amelia teaching children different languages and how to read and write. then i was born. as i grew she told me story's of how my father was a fearless killer. slaying priests and gods. i swear from the rumors Ive heard of him, i would believe it. so there a grew, learning how to fight with the guards there. mostly i got beat to a pulp. but it was all good fun. when i turned 50, my mother was considerably old, a drow of 1200 years. she was on her death bed, and she told me of their past, and who my father really was and why they were so far from the homeland. i felt true hate for the first time. i wanted revenge and i wanted the Ghaunadauri and Knights of the Round Table to pay.

i decided to stay in losthaven till i was 80. i had one friend, who traveled into town every other season, his name was Faerithan. i didn't know where he had learned to fight, but one day the town was attacked by orcs. we were going to be over run. and he ran in from the west, laying them down with such increadable speed. he had saved the town, and was a hero of the lands. here he was talking to a young drow, who could barely throw a punch. heh. he taught me the ways of a true fighter. then after i had felt like i was ready, i had set out, on a quest...for power and revenge.

so i wandered. crossed many seas. and killed many foes. i stumbled upon a ruined temple, i took refuge there. there was a altar made of bones and human remains. but being as i am, i welcomed that sight...

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