Home: Wiksik
Been on the island since 2008-06-04
Died: 1 time (last time was 2008-06-15 03:07 at the hands of GreyA2, killed by a dagger)
Level: 5
Class: Warrior (native)
Primary Clan: None chosen
Underworld: https://underworld.shartak.com/?id=15081
Deadzone: http://shartak.aphlor.org/deadzone/view/15081
Description:
The soft skin's tell many tales within thier settlements to scare the children from venturing deep into the jungle.
Once such tale tells of an ancient temple city, of bronze and stone. A city where, if one looks hard enough can find one of two things: Fortune beyond thier wildest dreams. Or death from the temple guardians.
The soft skin's whisper that great lizards, lizards which stand on hind legs in a parody of man, guard this place.
Although most soft skin's dismiss this, merely as a tale of failed treasure seekers and drunks.
How wrong they are.
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It walks the jungle, a blade of bronze and bone clasped in its clawed hand. A shield of scale's decorated with heads of those who defiled its once proud temple.
It turns its head, the sun's light reflecting of its blue hide. Nostrils twitch at a new scent in the air, a deep murmur of hatred stirs within its cold blooded heart. Its mouth opens, and a roar fills the air.
The scents changed now....Fear clings to the air like cheap perfume.
It is time to appease the Old One's. Time to spill the warm blood of the soft skin's.
Time to Hunt.
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Once such tale tells of an ancient temple city, of bronze and stone. A city where, if one looks hard enough can find one of two things: Fortune beyond thier wildest dreams. Or death from the temple guardians.
The soft skin's whisper that great lizards, lizards which stand on hind legs in a parody of man, guard this place.
Although most soft skin's dismiss this, merely as a tale of failed treasure seekers and drunks.
How wrong they are.
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It walks the jungle, a blade of bronze and bone clasped in its clawed hand. A shield of scale's decorated with heads of those who defiled its once proud temple.
It turns its head, the sun's light reflecting of its blue hide. Nostrils twitch at a new scent in the air, a deep murmur of hatred stirs within its cold blooded heart. Its mouth opens, and a roar fills the air.
The scents changed now....Fear clings to the air like cheap perfume.
It is time to appease the Old One's. Time to spill the warm blood of the soft skin's.
Time to Hunt.
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Achievements:(17 total)
Areas explored: 0 (0.0% of island) HP Healed: 0 Trading Points: 1 Spirits Exorcised: 0 (not a shaman) Wailing Damage: 0 Ritual Feasts: 0 (not a cannibal) Mentioned in 0 profile This user does not have extended statistics enabled. NPC kills: 17; last kill: rhino Animals: 17 Shamans: 0 Traders: 0 Natives killed: 0 Raktam: 0 Dalpok: 0 Wiksik: 0 Rakmogak: 0 Outsiders killed: 1; last kill: Erekose Derby: 1 Durham: 0 York: 0 Shipwreck: 0 |
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Skills:
Close quarter combat
- Gain 10% to hit with melee attacksAdvanced close quarter combat
- Gain 15% to hit with melee attacks
Body building
- Increases melee damage
Blowpipe training
- Gain 20% on blowpipe accuracyAdvanced blowpipe training
- Gain another 20% on blowpipe accuracy
This character has been idle since 2008-06-14.