Dluldor the Holy ShamanDluldor created on 03rd of April 2017, and is currently 22 years old (105 hours played).
Title: the Holy Shaman
Class: fire giant shaman
- -Son of Ravinah (an excerpt from the Book of "R") - posted at 2017-04-04 17:50:45
-Son of Ravinah (an excerpt from the Book of "R")
Dluldor was created in another dimension of reality, not simply another
world, but a dimension formed and governed by spiritual and elemental
principles that underlie the rest of the multiverse. This particular plane
was created by the power of an Adept of Ice and loyal follower of Resatimm,
and the landscape mirrored these aspects with icy winds that cut like
razors, poisonous fields that gargled toxic fumes, and a lone black tower
that harbored death. A being resided within the apex of the onyx structure,
the one who was called Creator of this negative realm, and after several
years, the experiments and studies they pursued were finally brought to life
within an unfortunate soul. There were many others who had the hex of
arriving here from the material plane, but none quite matched the anatomy of
this specimen. He was mentally destroyed and lacked pure qualities, for his
sins accumulated the bones of those who came here and challenged the will of
the Adept. For his evil deeds, the Adept held him as a living experiment
and gifted him with the cries of the damned. This was his suffering,
enlightenment, and awakening.. As the monster was embraced by the deadly
clutches of a restraining rib cage upon a cold altar. During this event he
therefore gave his soul to worship the element of Acid, since Ice was his
natural weakness. In exchange he was vivified and sculpted with the burden
of anguished souls, and sent to Serin through a one-way nexus to spread
vengeance and famine as a loyal follower of Sakuragi.
This hideous gargantuan reaches a towering height, and has a freakish
muscularity that is mostly hidden beneath a dark hooded robe. The head of
this beast writhes underneath the hood in short drunken moans, all while his
face twists and contorts with the pain and suffering of a hundred souls.
His aura is evil incarnate, and a foul burning stench drifts out from his
unholy presence like sulfur and brimstone. Sewn stitching runs diagonally
across his dimly lit face, and more can be seen binding his hands and feet
together, the dark skin littered with lacerations galore. The eyes are
unnaturally yellow and glow with torment and a deep anger. Any movements
this fiendish brute makes is decrepitly sluggish, and to a degree, mindless.
A lot of resemblance to a fire giant is noticed when attempting
appraisal of this monster.
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