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o [Attributes] Banalow Featherfall - Sovereign Tongue of Artifice. o
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o Status: Grand Master(1) Race: Human Class: Rogue o
o Age: 33 Sex: Male Size: Medium o
o Alignment: Miscreant Handiness: Left handed Religion: Thuban o
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o STR: Powerful INT: Brilliant WIS: Clever o
o DEX: Acrobatic CON: Durable CHA: Influential o
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o Carrying capacity: 22 items with a maximum weight of 325.0 pounds. o
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o [Scores] Banalow, Featherfall - Sovereign Tongue of Artifice. o
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o Status: Grand Master(1) Race: Human Class: Rogue o
o Kingdom: Wastes Cabal: The Harlequins (Member) o
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o Coins: 1 platinum, 1 gold, 8 silver, 5 copper o
o Carrying: 6/22 items Load: 146.4/325.0 pounds o
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o Health: Excellent Mental: Fizzling Physical: Fresh o
o Attribute points: 0 Wimpy: 30 percent Mode: Kill/aggressive o
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o You are standing. o
o You still have a long way to go before the next level. o
o You have played 182 hour(s) so far. o
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Amateur - dagger (mastered) mace (good)
siegecraft (not learned) sling (not learned)
sword (mastered) whip (superb)
backstab (mastered) dodge (superb)
trip (mastered) haggle (superb)
hide (mastered) peek (superb)
swim (very good) taslamaran tongue (superb)
uxmaln tongue (superb) zhensh tongue (mastered)
empire tongue (superb) aghelian tongue (superb)
sylvan tongue (superb) firmyrn tongue (very good)
deep tongue (mastered) uxmaln writing (good)
zhensh writing (mastered) empire writing (good)
aghelian writing (good) deep writing (good)
Newspeak (superb)
Novice - dirt kicking (mastered) pick lock (superb)
sneak (superb) steal (superb)
Initiate - parry (superb) shield block (mastered)
second attack (mastered) climb (superb)
Apprentice- disguise (superb) crossbow (superb)
circle stab (mastered) fast healing (superb)
Journeyman- disarm (mastered) Boogie Down (mastered)
(C)ontinue - (R)efresh - (B)ack - (H)elp - (Q)uit [RETURN]:
self defense (very good) endurance (mastered)
plant (very good)
Veteran - brawling (poor) hamstring (superb)
enhanced damage (mastered) third attack (mastered)
Expert - dual backstab (mastered) scrolls (superb)
Mentor - skirmish (good)
Banalow was a Zhensh human that traveled the vast expanses of the Zhang since he was a child. Being the son of traveling merchants and gypsies in the desert, Banalow was born into a hard nomadic childhood. Banalow's father being cruel and only driven by the weight of his coin purse was not exactly the best role model for a young man. He taught Banalow how to manipulate people to get better deals on things and how to cut purses when his father was busy with other travelers. Banalow at first thought this way a bit wrong but after a few failed attempts and a lot of beatings he was pretty much being molded whether he wanted to be or not. Life in the camp was hard, always moving from place to place and never settling down. A day came when Banalow was fed up, he had the gifts his father had to give, he felt his skills were being wasted and he started to being to plan to set out once and for all. After months of stealing coin from the other gypsies and taking a little supplies, Banalow followed the stars towards Nerina. Several days of waiting the sun out and traveling at night soon took its toll on the young Banalow.
On the fifth day of his journey his water and food were pretty much gone, he saw a massive city on the horizon and Banalow ran towards it only to see it disappear before his eyes. A sudden sand storm kicked up seemingly out of nowhere. The sand tore and ripped at his skin and tore skin from flesh. In agony the young man called out for salvation, the winds suddenly stopped and he looked down at his arms; all was alright his skin was still there, his muscles were still there and he felt strangely refreshed. A voice spoke to him, a voice that seemed to come from under the Sand. The Voice told him of his misdeeds, his acts of manipulation and thievery. The Voice offered him Salvation for a price; the young starving and thirsty man would have made a deal with Dabi at that point. Echoing whispers began to become heard in the dry air around him and soon he was enveloped with Shadow.
He became a devout follower of his savior the Autocrat. He was brought into the church officially by Amithlen whom he thought a crazed fool. At his induction ceremony he was attacked by the deranged woman who's blood eventually sprayed the unholy halls of Thuban's church. After a few short years Banalow fought to become the Voice in which the Autocrat spoke, the Vessel of Lies.
His next course of action was to join the fabled Harlequin Court, after many years of searching he was offered a place within the halls of the Manor. He came to be known as the Spymaster and even managed to garner respect within the Court. Several years past and his campaign of subterfuge and murder was going quite well. Well enough to be noticed and offered a leadership position within the Harlequin. Banalow lead for two years trying to reform the ranks and cut out the ones who would destroy his new vision of the Harlequin, no longer bumbling drunk fools but shadow warriors with couth and discipline. Changing minds and those that wished to cling to the old ways made this task harder and unfortunately though his efforts strong he could not change them.
Banalow's presence on Pyrathia was only momentary as his soul was claimed long ago and was allowed to stay in Pyrathia so long as he carried the will of the Autocrat, for now Banalow stands enveloped by shadow, one day once again ready to plant his blade in the backs of his enemies and to spread lies so that others might do that for him.
This is a character I started when I was overseas and had to spend another week in Europe as I was flying stand by. He was by far one of my favorite characters to play. I rarely got PKed, I think it was less than six times all in all. I really don't have as much time for SK as I did when I was younger and I think its time to close the SK book for now. I have played a great many years on SK and I want to say thanks to Dulrik as this would not be around if he was not around, so thanks for all your time and effort, we all really do appreciate it even if we like to complain a lot.
Thanks to some of the Harlies, I cant really say who some of you are...
The religion of Thuban is usually dead but I had a lot of great times interacting with Cendre, Pernyma, that sorcerer
and of course Tehvk (sp?) Sorry we never got to rp some Tehvk, I really wanted to but I think we just play at opposite times.
Thanks to the Peacekeepers for being good sports too!
I have made so many friends on this game, this game is probably one of the main reasons that I have kept friendships with these people so long so thanks again Dulrik. For those that want to contact me you can yim me or send me a PM sometime.
There are just too many people to name from over the years but thanks Mitch and Ardith, you guys taught me a lot even if it was always the hard way.
Well SK, its been fun... So Long, I'll be back one day no doubt.
-Kirsy