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Ibrayin created on 04th of August 2015, and is dead and gone (24 years old, 149 hours, 2 months lifetime)

Title: the Grand Master of Seasons, Knight of Valour
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: human monk

Background history:

  1. The Beginings of a Humble Ascetic Monk - posted at 2015-08-05 02:44:30
The Beginings of a Humble Ascetic Monk
Ibrayin's birth was not one of note. He was not born to a rich or powerful family, nor was he born into poverty. He was not the firstborn child, nor was he the youngest. Indeed, for most of his life he went unnoticed- another child in a large family that lived by farming the rough soil along the great road east of Seringale. He had many brothers and sisters, and his childhood was filled with chores, hard work, and the simple pleasures of a rustic life His parents were both good natured followers of the Light, if not particularly pious, for the many tasks of everyday living left little time for devotion. Long days of hard work left Ibrayin a diligent child, but he always yearned for more than the life of a farmer. He buried himself in what little books his family could afford, and often times made visits to the nearby monastery where he learned all he could from the attending monks. It was then to nobody's surprise when he left his homestead as a young man to join the monastery. There he learned their ways, trained both his body and his mind, and was soon inducted into their order. Ibrayin excelled at the art of meditation, a skill that he spent most of the day perfecting. And it was through meditation that he felt he could best achieve knowledge. Countless hours were spent in isolation, until the young monk felt that even the secluded monastery was too much of a distraction. He ventured out into the wilderness, surrounding himself in nature where he believed he could best carry out is ascetic persuits. For days, weeks, months, and eventually years he lived a quiet life of fasting, abstinence, self-discipline and meditation. He lived as a hermit in cave, venturing out only to gather scant nourishment from the surrounding countryside before fasting and meditating again. And so years passed. Through meditation Ibrayin gained wisdom, but he always felt that some great truth eluded him. One day, as he searched the wilderness for roots and berries on which to break his fast he happened upon a wounded traveler. He man had been ambushed by bandits. After a short fight the bandits stole the man's gold and valuables and left him for dead. For days the man had searched for help, his wounds festering and growing putrid before finally being discovered by the ascetic monk. Ibrayin took him to his cave and did all he could to care for him. But the man was dying, and Ibrayin had little more to offer him than prayers. For three days the man suffered in agony before dying. This had a profound impact on Ibrayin. He felt his years of meditation had meant nothing, for in the end he could do nothing to save this poor man's life. Life was sacred, this much Ibrayin knew. And it was his duty to protect and safeguard the sanctity of life. On that day Ibrayin buried the traveler and never again looked back at his cave. He had a purpose now. There was too much evil in the world, too much death and suffering. And it needed to be stopped.


This appears to be little more than a weathered old man. His frame is scrawny, malnourished even. The limbs of his body look to be nothing but skin and bone, and his ribs are clearly visible. The skeletal man is dressed in tattered rags, worn and frayed along the hems and long ago weathered to a dull grey color. They look almost ready to blow away from his slender body. His leathery skin is a deep tan in color, covered in deep wrinkles that show the passage of time has not been easy on him. Tangled locks of wispy grey hair fall down to his shoulders, coarse and straw-like. His face is beset with many wrinkles and age spots. Deep set blue-grey eyes take in his surroundings with a harsh, piercing gaze. Despite his age, this old man exudes a great sense of vigor and vitality, moving with speed, balance and strength that defies his fragile appearance.

PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 21 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 14 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)

Kills by class:

Killed by class:
necromancer: 1, dark-knight: 4, thief: 2, berserker: 2,

Nemesis: Exphlament

Logs mentioning Ibrayin:


  1. divsky [reply]
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    It's not like I'm not playing. I deleted because I simply wasn't playing this character anymore. I have another main character that I'm dumping all my hours into.

    I think a lot of people knew this was me. Had a lot of fun with this character. My lvl 50s before have all been pacifist healers or Herald bards. Seriously. So while I had a lot of good knowledge of the realm, and I knew how to run, I didn't really know how to PK. This was my first major level 50 PK character.

    0-21, lol. Not a great score but I tried. And honestly I deserve one of Morzan's kills. One of his boars did a single maul and stole my kill on Exphlament. It really ought to be 1-21. Monks are difficult in PK, they have a lot of skills to pick from, different styles to use which also determines which skills you can use and different combat styles. It's a lot of stuff to process when you're just trying to drill the basics of PK into your head. So to that end I'm applying the same aggressive, don't-be-afraid-to-die playstyle into a more basic class right now. I think I'll learn more from that.

    However, monks are simply the best in pve. I was able to explore a lot of areas that I'd never been through before. With enough time, a monk can solo any mob in the game. Plus astral projection is the easiest way to explore. I had some great winter runs and had to chance to fully explore every area in the game (Except for that area in escamir you can't go to as a ghost FUCK YOU KADDAR FAERIES), so it was a great learning experience in that way.

    Shout outs:
    Morzan - Had me train my ass off before I could be his squire, and then had me train my ass off even more as a squire, got me to lvl 50, and basically mentored me on everything. Not that it helped my pk record, lol.
    Goran - Gave me lots of free shit, helped me level, ran the best winter runs, summoned the tastiest mushrooms.
    Talyri - Was always fun to group with you. You me and Goran basically shredded Winter
    Trinne - For not making a shaman.
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    1. tayyah [reply]
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      Divsky: Someone should login a legion right now, it would be so cool.

      proceed to login exphlament

      than you just sat there at the guardian and ate fireballs lol. I did have fun fighting you though I feel you act the same way I do a lot of the time and not giving a fuck eh. good luck on the next
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      1. ewils03 [reply]
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        Not Ibrayin! It was strange to RP with Ibrayin, I wasn't really TOO sure how to interact, he just seemed disconnected from how to socialize I guess. His mind was always in the forest, I don't know, but it worked. If you're wanting something simple with PK, there's always the zerker, or an invoker (they're not difficult, but they just get blasted). But yeah, monks are super fun! I love them! I hope Talyri was an influence for you to roll a monk :D
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