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Udiorn created on 08th of June 2017, and is dead and gone (19 years old, 41 hours, 7 months lifetime)

Title: the Volcano of Infinite Rage
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: stone giant berserker

Background history:

  1. The Mountains Weep - posted at 2017-06-09 15:46:52
The Mountains Weep
The land lives, beneath our very feet. It is worshiped by the acts of the farmer, bringing fields to bear their fruit. It is praised, as mortals scatter in the woods, offering thanks for the deer that would feed its family. It is loved, when the miners scatter in its mountains seeking precious stones to adorn the brows of the powerful. The mountains weep and the lands know pain, for they desire once again, the days when mortals scattered across their plains. It was the machinations of wizards that ended the era of mortals living in unison with the land. Not those spells, which offered protection from elements, or eased a burden. The land felt little for these things, for it still meant that mortals were working in unison. A mule could lighten a burden, but could not think deeply enough to work its fields, or pull the ore. But when the harness is enchanted, to work without the mule and the mortal, these items of power distanced mortals from the life giving body of Serin, leaving her without the faith that created her consciousness. Serin thinks deeply. Her blood rushes as miasma through tubes, exploding upwards from volcanoes and venting deep beneath the sea, offering life to the tiniest of creatures. As her thoughts formed, she came to a conclusion. The mortals must be brought back to her attention. She could not reason, not as gods or mortals reason. She only knows the harsh ways of planetary formation and the shifting of continents. No, for her, it was the harshest of lessons that formed the best results. Serin knew that the gods, who had pulled faith from some of the mortals from her own creator, Virgil, that each had champions to do their bidding. She could end the charade, but that would mean eons before life once again blessed her shores. No, she must have a champion, willing to seek out these powerful artifacts and destroy them, so that once again, she could live in unison with the mortals upon her flesh. With these deep ponderings and over the course of hundreds of years, she formed life in her womb. An act, not seen before or since. From the oceans, she created a new rock, entirely from sea and the salt. That would be his flesh. The lava of her own life blood would feed and sustain him, on his quest. His form would be odd, yet as inflexible as he would be, his strength would be that of her own winds, capable of destroying mountains. Of the wind, she chose the softest breeze to give him the breath of life. As he awoke, she willed herself to the stars, the only other beings capable of understanding her pain of the loss of the faith of mortals, for they too felt shunned. The gift of sight came from them and two eyes, bluish green were wrought from the depths of the stars fiery bosoms. As he awoke, he knew only the sight of his mistress. Her love, was his love. She missed her lord Virgil and his creating, caring embrace. It was to him that she would pass the baton of the change she hoped to seed among the mortals. As he looked out, he could see places where dark holes were rending in his vision. He knew what they were and what sort would seek them out. For his Mistress and her Master, he would seek them out and end this heinous sacrilege against Serin.


To say that this being is large, would be a gross understatement. Standing at the height of two full grown human men, stacked atop one another, he is a towering figure. There are two points of his appearance that stand out the most. The first, is his flesh, or rather the covering of the outside of his body, because it appears to be entirely constructed from a material that can only be described as pearlescent. This casing that makes up his external features looks to have been carved somehow, though the proportions are wrong. His arms hang low, with his forearms being far longer than seems proportionally correct. The hands connected to those oddly shaped limbs have only four fingers, some being far longer than the others. His legs are as odd as the rest of him, in that opaque material they look disjointed and his kneecaps appear to be uneven and of entirely different sizes. The second thing about his appearance that stands out the most, are his vibrant blue green eyes. The orbs of his eyes, behind that smooth and colorful face, look to be completely without pupils and appear to be comprised entirely of translucent marble. As he swivels his head, it is impossible to tell what precisely he is looking at, only that his attention can be caught and it appears to have been caught by you.

PK stats:

Kills: 4, Deaths: 8 (Ratio: 0.5, Efficiency: 33%)
Pinnacle Kills: 3, Pinnacle Deaths: 7 (Ratio: 0.4, Efficiency: 30%)

Kills by class:
ranger: 3, warrior: 1,
Killed by class:
shaman: 1, ranger: 6,

Nemesis: Raukh

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