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Durak created on 12th of July 2021, and is dead and gone (23 years old, 107 hours, 3 months lifetime)

Title: the Holy Knight
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: dwarf paladin

Background history:

  1. Naive Youth - posted at 2021-07-12 19:46:13
  2. Reaching for Power - posted at 2021-07-12 22:20:15
Naive Youth
A heavy, sulphur-laden mist permeates the air, spraying rampantly from a tall, volcano rumbling with thunderous force admist the mountain peaks. Far above the Eastern Redhorne, perched perilously upon a protruding ledge sits a young Dwarf, his gaze staring distractedly into the dark, cloud fettered distant horizon. Locked in the past, he is oblivious to the cacophony of opposing forces locked in eternal combat far below. An iron-shod boot scrapes absently at the rocky outcropping, hands clenched and unclenched into massive balled fists that continue to curl and uncurl with the regularity of breathing, or a slowly beating heart. Deep reflections within the mind of this creature begin to paint a vivid picture, colorful images of crowded city markets emerging from the deep, nearly opaque shadows of memory. Sights and sounds slowly coalesce into the daily routine of a typical New Solace market, stalls and tents placed in a generally haphazard yet somehow seemingly organized fashion about the central fountain. In this memory, it does not take long to observe the visceral theme that vaults from the congested surroundings. Amidst the busybodies attempting to glean an easy fortune emerges from the crowd a company of men-at-arms, heavily armored and dragging with them the salient form of the condemned. This desperate fugitive digs in with heel, tooth and claw, grinding, scraping and screaming with defiance, using every inch of his body and iota of his being to circumscribe an inevitable fate. The young Dwarf quietly observes the proceedings, admiring the confidence and readily evident competence and power exuded by the men-at-arms as they drag their prey towards the vacant gallows. He greedily eyes the foot soldiers wares, envying their very stations and assets, even as he clasps hands together in anticipation of the forthcoming spectacle. The accused continues to battle valiantly, both physically as he tries in vain to forcefully turn his captors away from his fate, and verbally as a litany of pathetic excuses and rationalizations escape with the high-pitched wail of the damned. Yet he continues to lose ground in the face of his stone-faced captors. Despite the fearless and gallant proclamations of the condemned, unyielding in his futile claims of innocence, the peacekeepers, in their complete lawful authority and resplendent in their shining armors, carry him to the platform to exact the finality of Justice. Jealousy of such force and power nearly overwhelms the stout observer, an indescribable desire to draw his blade and illuminate his own power, blessed by the virtuous and holy, in the face of those who might try to subjugate him in a similar fashion. The urge to become involved quickly passes as the young observer recognizes the value inherent to the position the law-keepers have provided for themselves. Certainly there exists little hope, outside of the dominion of the Knight's Castle, to garner such power as these Justiciars have displayed. They have demonstrated their strength, drawn his envy, and piqued the greed for wealthy garb and financial gain inherent in all beings. More than this, however, they have set forth a course of action, a lead for naive dwarf to follow. You see, Durak was always thought to be humble and serve others with humility, use his divine training for righteous deeds, ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. This exposed an urge for something else, a void in his soul that can only be satisfied by self-importance and greed. He longs to put his training and divine fury into practice, smacking the wicked out of the evils who dare to cross paths with him. He longs to gain respect and to be feared by those who dare to defy him. As he mulls over his past, he descends the mountain to seek a pen and paper from town with an utmost determination to let his presence to be known to the Halls of Justice.

Description (commended):

A squat and grizzled looking lad stands here, hidden behind an impressively long and full fiery-red beard. It may in fact be the most spectacular thing about him. Nearly reaching down to his toes the meticulousness with which it is cared for is not unnoticeable. It wraps down around a shaggy and unkept face - covered with the dirt and grime of the road, and war. It is so full above his upper lip that it nearly fills and certainly conceals the nostrils of his big and bulbous nose. A long braided section hangs from his large protruding chin about half as far as the rest of the beard and is cinched at the end with several beads - each adorned with a silver rune. His eyes are a piercing bright blue, the color of a cloudless sky and framed by perhaps the bushiest crimson eyebrows one has ever seen. His shoulders barely peek out from behind his crimson sail of facial fur - but were you able to pierce it's shrouded magnificence, it would be apparent that they were quite broad and fairly sturdy. It's not much of a leap to glance from his shoulders to his toes - but you would be hard pressed to miss the presence of his keg-like midriff. Although short, his bulging belly certainly makes him appear as a man of some merit in a tavern brawl at the least. His legs are short and seem to bear more resemblance to small tree trunks, than appendages.

PK stats:

Kills: 6, Deaths: 8 (Ratio: 0.8, Efficiency: 42%)
Pinnacle Kills: 4, Pinnacle Deaths: 7 (Ratio: 0.6, Efficiency: 36%)

Kills by class:
invoker: 1, berserker: 1, necromancer: 1, shaman: 1, warrior: 1, illusionist: 1,
Killed by class:
monk: 1,

Logs mentioning Durak:


  1. Durak blyat...
      [reply to Vargan]
    1. twerpalina [reply]
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      not my greatest work, half-way in decided that stacking Justice thats already a dominant cabal will be boring af. Luckily they were all evil so I had RP excuse to start a riot. Nobody rolled more evil justices so may as well delete. Died afk anyway and got outcasted dying from bountied.
        [reply to twerpalina]
      1. I thought you were going to be the change I wanted to see. I was a little sad to see you didn't actually join Justice.
        1. He was told not to advance beyond the 40th rank and ignored that order. Disobeying orders from a direct superior can be cause for demotion or termination if you're inducted, so Solmundi's denial of the application after Praoli and I voiced our disapproval was natural.
        2. twerpalina
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          I did it on purpose, I was not gonna sit at 40 and be dicked about by a bunch of evils, I saw it as an opportunity to start fucking shit up. By then I had already seen that the game is heavily tilted towards Justice ruling the leaderboard, so it felt pointless to try and get in and seemed way more fun just to pick up a fight. Which we did. Which was fun. Peace out.
        3. I didn't ask you. Go back to being dead!
        4. @Durak not you, of course. I wish you'd stop being dead, but such things cannot be changed. I guess I'll have to get my hopes up for that other paladin justice.
        [reply to Ilromie]

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