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« on: August 04, 2011, 01:51:09 pm »
*Czukay walks up to the board and places a note.* FOR SALE: Nicer items: Athus' Touch (Only useable by Cleric +6heal,+4tumble,CureCritWnds once a day, Cure Moderate wounds three times a day(lvl10) Dorands Brace (+2STR,+2DISCP,+2Concentration) - SOLD Bracers of Sigil (+2INT,+4LORE) Healers Hands (Heal +  Gloves of Miniscule Observation (+12search) Gloves of Harmony (Only useable by a BARD / Perform+12) Nighteyes Cloak (Armour Bonus+2 AC def mod +10 HIDE / Grants Darkvision / Ultravision twice daily level 6) Blackbeards Revenge -Schimtar(Yes,the very own...own the legacy!-1d6dmg-1d8fire/undead/shapechanger) Vrak-Gnar - 1d8 warhammer(1d8undead/shapechanger-1d6firedmg) Exceptionals: Exceptional Ring of Endurance II (Casts CON twice daily) Exceptional Ring of Cats Grace (Casts DEX once daily - +1DEX) 2 x exceptional feldspars set in platinum (+3 impoved saving throw vs. death) Exceptional ring of owls wisdom (Casts WIS once a day - +1WIS) Exceptional Archers Edge ( +1 AC DefMod/ Cld Rsist +10 / Entropic Shld lvl5 - 2 uses a day) Assortment of Rings & Amulets: Ring of Cats Grace II Diamond set in a silver amulet (+2fort) 3 x Diamond set in silver rings (+2fort) Garnet set in platinum (+2mindaffecting) Ring of Owls Wisdom I (+1WIS) Amulet of Bulls Strength (+2STR) Gems: 1 emerald - Fine 1 Ruby - Fine 11 Diamonds - Fine 58 Fire Opals - Fine
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« on: June 22, 2011, 07:04:52 pm »
Hello, I would like to get the gears rolling on a having Czukays weapon master CDQ. I have these posts so far and could use some advice on how to get the most out of Czukay and his new level as a weapon master. I will continue to post training in this development thread: LINKBut yes, I was hoping to get your advice and hopefully give you enough information to make an interesting CDQ in due time. Im hoping we can schedule the CDQ in about another month after some good development. Thanks Czukay Here is what I have so far for the weapon master development of Czukay, but also check out that link mentioned above: Here are some highlights of the bond Czukay has been building that were mentioned on the forum: Lonnarin: Kurn's Clinic: Czukay ________________________________________ "Heh, that's it lad! Yer gettin the hang of tha stick-n-twist thar!" Bellowed the blackbearded one-eye with rotty teeth as he watched Czukay's movements in the midst of battle. Howling beastmen advanced upon the Dark One's blades, sides split and heads lopped in glistening anguish. Still they charged. Witless and wild were the Trolloc waves, marching to death on wicked blades. Czukay's scimitar hit the bearman's torso powerfully to the unmistakable crack of bones breaking, ribs shattered by the sheer force of his blow. Sensing the damage done, the mad one pushed his arms further to bring the edge across it's belly in a long slicing motion. Bewildered, the beast reached down to find its entrails dangling and its eyes knew true horror. And then all went black. The two anti-heroes trudged on through the massacred, chopping and lopping and slicing and dicing whatever poor monster should stand in their way. Beasts, Ettins, Fiends or Bandits, it mattered not. Only the blade was true. The one Sword Dojo, long ago the term coined by the late Cassius One-Eye (or "Sword Master Bastard" as Kurn would call him) "Ye gotta BE the blade, ye buggart! Every mornin' sharpen it, every time ye feed it, ye strengthen the blade and ye live fer it! Ain't none of us gonna live forever, lad. All of this! Flesh it rots, it withers and sloths off. Or maybe some young whipper-snapper git lucky and take yer head fer a prize, it dun matter. All that matters be the blade in your hand and feedin its legacy. We just be the bearers of the ultimate truth, this blade in our hand and the inevitable death that it brings. The blade will keep on swingin long after we're dead, and long after we be drinkin with Cassius in the battle beyond the blade will remain and continue its job. It has but one... KILLIN!" Instructed the dwarf by the campfire. "HOW ter weild it better be yer only concern. All matters of wealth, vengeance, rage, fortune n glory, they all just icing on the cake. Sometimes yer poor and hated, enemy at yer back and nowhere ter run, then who will save ye? The GODS?! HAR! They're too busy playing Creature Cards with our souls ter give a hoot bout any of us. No lad, that blade in yer hand be yer only savior. It spreads a message of greatness for all unworthy to die by its bite and feed its flame. Sacrifice these beasts and burdens of the land ter its glory, MAKE the people know its name fear it rightly, friend or foe! Even those enemies you make that curse its name bring it power, use it! Do it lad! And let EVERYBODY KNOW the GLORY of tha scimitar!" And with that they began their training... //Getting the ball rolling for Czukay and I to do a joint-CDT for his Weapon Master training. Will be posting back and forth here as evidence of RP training. --- Czukay Journal: Journal Entry #8 *Written in the blood of many different types* * He gets up to go pour some more blood into the hole atop the burning skull lantern aside his bedlike coffin of bones and rotting flesh. There in the candlelight he grabs his trusty blade by the name of Blackbeards Revenge and begins to sharpen it ever so carefully whetstone and fresh blood of todays kill at hand.* At first there were rats and skunks then goblins then lizardfolk and ogres..spiders....The crunching and the crackling of their legs as the blade let fly....it wasn't then that Czukay knew his power he shared with each cut...each sliver....it wasn't until much later in his life of slaughter and battle that Czukay began to feel some sort of connection or pull....a yearning of such to connect with every cut of precision as yet the finest artisan yeilds thee brush, or thee most talented of bards woes the crowd in awe with such tune...Czukays outlet of soul was that of his scimitar....that was becoming his art...his life, his passion. The passion of every cut....the cleanest and deepest cut. It wasn't until meeting Kurn Blackwater that Czukay began to really understand the connecting of oneself to ones blade....a way of extending the soul beyond the flesh. Czukay would always listen ever so carefully as Kurn explained the techniques involved with honing oneself and focusing the energies to each strike. Many nights camping in the regions surronding Dalanthar did Czukay venture with Kurn listening to descriptive details about monster and humanoid anatomy....knowing where to put the blade is knowing part of their weakness....knowing how to focus oneself unto the blade and the cut is yet another...he explained... Czukay could only hope one day to to learn such tact for himself....he continues to ponder this idea countless nights, finding himself waking up at odd hours of the day to disrupt his rest....almost as if Blackbeards Revenge is singing something to him, telling him how to find the deepest cut. * The lantern wafts out and Czukay falls into a deep slumber with his blood stained blade strewn across his heart * --- Farros Galdor: Cursed Hymns of Unmaking ________________________________________ Hail to the Darklord Czukay! Hail! Hail! Mail to the dreaded Count! Send m'lord a cake! With rotted flesh for body iced with sweet bitter blood shattered bone for sprinkles eyeballs for cherries gathered in his dreaded wake. Huzzah to the Darklord Czukay! Huzzah! Huzzah! A saw to the Count of Madmen! A Saw! A Saw! For bodies seldom store well in the pieces that they fell saw through bone, cutting deep so in his bag he'll keep gathered in his dreaded wake Praise to the Darklord Czukay! Praise! Praise! Gaze upon the Heart of Madness! Oh dying dirge of dread! For where marches he, twitches in casualty the dewdrops all crimson aneath the Black Sun gathered in his dreaded wake So Hail to Darklord Czukay! Send him a bloody cake! Yar! 
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« on: June 11, 2011, 05:49:28 pm »
I thought this was funny...I searched for Czukay on the forums and found some memorable posts that describe Czukay from other characters perspectives. I didn't think it was innappropriate for me to bring them all together in a single post to represent my character and what he stands for.
I also have the matter of the fact that I need a level in Weaponmaster.
There has been lots of in-game role playing unofficially...lots of characters should be able to account for this by *thanking* my post.
I have taken the level as weaponmaster sort of on accident last night when I was messing with the stats I hit level accidenentally...so that means I can't really play him until this is resolved. ( Why I need GM help )
I was hoping I can just be approved by the support of the folks that know me in game. I have been feeding my blades for years and Rping it but have not had my official CDQ.
I am hoping for two things based on this post:
1) Now that I am into Epic and lots of people refer to me as " Count Czukay " can my name be changed from 'Czukay' to " Count Czukay " ? I think he has fairly earned his name and acquired his counthood by now by roleplaying that presence in the world and having the possessions to support the title.
2) Can Czukay start playing as a weapon master right away? What would be necessary to make that happen? Please advise. I am in no rush....but really do look forward to playing as a weapon master.
Here are some highlights of the bond Czukay has been building that were mentioned on the forum:
Lonnarin:
[INDENT]Kurn's Clinic: Czukay
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"Heh, that's it lad! Yer gettin the hang of tha stick-n-twist thar!" Bellowed the blackbearded one-eye with rotty teeth as he watched Czukay's movements in the midst of battle. Howling beastmen advanced upon the Dark One's blades, sides split and heads lopped in glistening anguish. Still they charged. Witless and wild were the Trolloc waves, marching to death on wicked blades.
Czukay's scimitar hit the bearman's torso powerfully to the unmistakable crack of bones breaking, ribs shattered by the sheer force of his blow. Sensing the damage done, the mad one pushed his arms further to bring the edge across it's belly in a long slicing motion. Bewildered, the beast reached down to find its entrails dangling and its eyes knew true horror. And then all went black.
The two anti-heroes trudged on through the massacred, chopping and lopping and slicing and dicing whatever poor monster should stand in their way. Beasts, Ettins, Fiends or Bandits, it mattered not. Only the blade was true. The one Sword Dojo, long ago the term coined by the late Cassius One-Eye (or "Sword Master Bastard" as Kurn would call him)
"Ye gotta BE the blade, ye buggart! Every mornin' sharpen it, every time ye feed it, ye strengthen the blade and ye live fer it! Ain't none of us gonna live forever, lad. All of this! Flesh it rots, it withers and sloths off. Or maybe some young whipper-snapper git lucky and take yer head fer a prize, it dun matter. All that matters be the blade in your hand and feedin its legacy. We just be the bearers of the ultimate truth, this blade in our hand and the inevitable death that it brings. The blade will keep on swingin long after we're dead, and long after we be drinkin with Cassius in the battle beyond the blade will remain and continue its job. It has but one... KILLIN!" Instructed the dwarf by the campfire.
"HOW ter weild it better be yer only concern. All matters of wealth, vengeance, rage, fortune n glory, they all just icing on the cake. Sometimes yer poor and hated, enemy at yer back and nowhere ter run, then who will save ye? The GODS?! HAR! They're too busy playing Creature Cards with our souls ter give a hoot bout any of us. No lad, that blade in yer hand be yer only savior. It spreads a message of greatness for all unworthy to die by its bite and feed its flame. Sacrifice these beasts and burdens of the land ter its glory, MAKE the people know its name fear it rightly, friend or foe! Even those enemies you make that curse its name bring it power, use it! Do it lad! And let EVERYBODY KNOW the GLORY of tha scimitar!"
And with that they began their training...
//Getting the ball rolling for Czukay and I to do a joint-CDT for his Weapon Master training. Will be posting back and forth here as evidence of RP training.
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Czukay Journal:
[INDENT]Journal Entry #8
*Written in the blood of many different types*
* He gets up to go pour some more blood into the hole atop the burning skull lantern aside his bedlike coffin of bones and rotting flesh. There in the candlelight he grabs his trusty blade by the name of Blackbeards Revenge and begins to sharpen it ever so carefully whetstone and fresh blood of todays kill at hand.*
At first there were rats and skunks then goblins then lizardfolk and ogres..spiders....The crunching and the crackling of their legs as the blade let fly....it wasn't then that Czukay knew his power he shared with each cut...each sliver....it wasn't until much later in his life of slaughter and battle that Czukay began to feel some sort of connection or pull....a yearning of such to connect with every cut of precision as yet the finest artisan yeilds thee brush, or thee most talented of bards woes the crowd in awe with such tune...Czukays outlet of soul was that of his scimitar....that was becoming his art...his life, his passion. The passion of every cut....the cleanest and deepest cut.
It wasn't until meeting Kurn Blackwater that Czukay began to really understand the connecting of oneself to ones blade....a way of extending the soul beyond the flesh. Czukay would always listen ever so carefully as Kurn explained the techniques involved with honing oneself and focusing the energies to each strike.
Many nights camping in the regions surronding Dalanthar did Czukay venture with Kurn listening to descriptive details about monster and humanoid anatomy....knowing where to put the blade is knowing part of their weakness....knowing how to focus oneself unto the blade and the cut is yet another...he explained...
Czukay could only hope one day to to learn such tact for himself....he continues to ponder this idea countless nights, finding himself waking up at odd hours of the day to disrupt his rest....almost as if Blackbeards Revenge is singing something to him, telling him how to find the deepest cut.
* The lantern wafts out and Czukay falls into a deep slumber with his blood stained blade strewn across his heart *
[/INDENT]
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And here are some posts relating to the character of Czukay for a good well rounded idea of who he represents in Layonara ( I just thought this would be fun to share all in one place. ) :
[INDENT]Farros Galdor: Cursed Hymns of Unmaking
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Hail to the Darklord Czukay!
Hail! Hail!
Mail to the dreaded Count!
Send m'lord a cake!
With rotted flesh for body
iced with sweet bitter blood
shattered bone for sprinkles
eyeballs for cherries
gathered in his dreaded wake.
Huzzah to the Darklord Czukay!
Huzzah! Huzzah!
A saw to the Count of Madmen!
A Saw! A Saw!
For bodies seldom store well
in the pieces that they fell
saw through bone, cutting deep
so in his bag he'll keep
gathered in his dreaded wake
Praise to the Darklord Czukay!
Praise! Praise!
Gaze upon the Heart of Madness!
Oh dying dirge of dread!
For where marches he,
twitches in casualty
the dewdrops all crimson
aneath the Black Sun
gathered in his dreaded wake
So Hail to Darklord Czukay!
Send him a bloody cake!
[/INDENT]
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-Falonthas on Evil-
Evil on Layo is subtle. Yes im saying it again. And for those who are new it will be hard to think why or how it has to be subtle. Just because you worship an evil god/goddess, doesnt mean you are the anti-thesis of the land.
You have to earn your place, and that means you have to live long enough , to gain skill and power enough to be able to walk through the city gates and your very presense causes doom and gloom, not with any action, but with reaction from those around you.
If you try to be despicable and known when your character is starting out, chances are you will be found out rather quickly, and if you dont have a little group to run about with, you will spend alot of alone time.
One of the most evil characters I ever met, he was simply sick and deranged, but you know something, noone would want to take him outside for a fight cause you dont know what an evil person is capable of,(and yes thats you Czukay).But if you found him in full armor in the caves and he happen to be killing the same giants you were, you would bring him with you for simple survival.
You know hes foul, sick, twisted, and eats pieces of meat stuck to the spines on his armor, but he can fight and ,though he might not do so directly, save your collective behinds.
Evil can be many things, and those who learn how to be discreet and not show their whole hand at the table on the first bet, are the ones who will be around to win the pot.
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Knockdown concerns
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Earlier today Czukay hit Cassius so hard with a knockdown that he lost another Soul Strand, hahah!
( Thats just funny! )
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[INDENT]Tyrian Dallorious... Letters Never Sent
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*comes in tired but triumphant*
I think I have now made a lasting enemy... The bloody Count Czukay ran up after a friend had fallen and scooped up her blood into that infernal skull of his. I drew my blades and screamed for him to back off. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world... I cannot stand the sight of the man, nor can Mylindra. She spit on him in town, I don't think that went over well with her temple. It was only a couple of days later Barion came asking to speak with her about the incedent. I think the issue was resolved though. I still won't let the man walk freely through town without voicing my displeasure that he still draws a breath. Ha there's no one to tell me what to do!
*closes her journal, picks up her gem crafting tools and heads to the craft hall*
[/INDENT]
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: Ni'haer Helvivirr - The Journal of a Charlatan
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After delivering the parcel, I stumbled upon more trouble; it seems that I have a capacity for getting myself into trouble, and if I keep it up, I will most likely end up dead. I stumbled upon a group of people – Fleur, a Human mage, the Halfling paladin, and a cleric, both of which were in servitude to Toran. I approached them in hopes of having them as companions in some adventitious expedition. Instead, they asked me for my full name in order to finish filing their report; I was shocked at this insidious incrimination. I am well aware that I did something wrong and I hoped to pay reparations as well as fix the problem before it caused further damage; I even talked to the cleric after the incident, and he said nothing about filing a report. I analyzed the situation carefully, and obviously, after the report, a trial will be in order, and after that I fear that worse will become of me. In my defiance, I sought to delay them, and bluff as much as I can; I even resorted to giving out my fake alias, "Njurast Vhaj". When worse comes to worse, the hostilities heated up, and the two enforcers of the law grew impatient; I was being aggravated, and I was running out of tricks. Luckily, people came to my aid, two ignominious people along with X, arrived just in time. The two people defended me and placed me under their protection, I was in awe that such people would defend me.
Awestruck, I owed the two strangers my life; they both donned dark clothing, and rather ominous trinkets. They claimed themselves to be Lord Domino and Count Czukay, both of them hailing from the continent of Dregar. Explaining their view on society
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« on: March 07, 2011, 10:51:05 pm »
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« on: June 17, 2009, 01:40:06 pm »
Czukays Wear & Tear Emporium
Come one come all, Czukay has got yer needs fer items of such:
Freshly crafted:
Ring of Endurance II - $ 13,500 Trues//+2 to constitution, level req. 12
(several in stock)
Any form of platinum armour I can make and any lesser form of Iron armour / sheilds / weapons.
Platinum
Chain Shirt - $ 9500 // AC +2, Parry +3, level req. 11
Chain mail - $ 10500 // AC +2, Discipline +2, level req. 11
Banded mail - $ 10500 // AC =2, Discipline +3, level req. 11
Half plate - $ 11500 // AC +2, level req. 10
Full Plate - $ 12500 // AC +2, Discipline +3, Damage Immunity: Slashing 5% lvl req. 15
Helms- $3000
Iron
Chain shirt - $ 3500
Chain mail - $ 4500 //AC +1, level req. 8
Banded mail - $ 4600 // AC =1, lev. req. 8
Half plate - $ 5600 //AC +1, level req. 6
Full plate - $ 6600 //AC +1, level req. 12
Small shield - 1200 // lev req. 5; AC+1
Large shield - 1800 //AC +1, level req. 5
Kite shield - 2200 //AC +1, level req. 5
Helms- 1000
Weapons:
Iron//attack bonus +1, level req. 5
Tiny- $ 1000
Small - $ 1300
Medium - $ 1800
Large - $ 2300
I can attempt Admantium items with a moderate chance if you bring me the admantium, the prices can be discussed.
Czukay can be found in Port Hampshire or Haven...send him a messenger if you are intersted in meeting.
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« on: May 16, 2009, 04:08:12 am »
Hi there,
Czukay is not fit to follow Corath anymore. He never really found the niche with that deity. I have posted in my character development journal as to how and why I have fallen out with Corath and in game I would like to get my deity changed to -none- ( is that possible? ) I make my own as I go along, I think I have done a pretty good job of just worshipping in my own ways something that is nameless. Please advise how I get Corath removed as deity.
Also, people continously refer to me as "Count Czukay" in the game, even strangers I have never met before in game call me that. Although it isn't official, I would like to somehow make that official where my name reads " Count Czukay" I have wealth to back up my count hood ( 2 homes and hoardes of treasure...) But I know its not about the treasure, it is the proper granting of the title...so can we arrange something like that? How do I go about that? Please advise..thanks so much.
Would Czukay be eligible for World Leader Status? Whats your opinion? I might want to go for that if it might possibly be obtainable. Ive been around for quite sometime...but havent done to many quests with GM's unfortunately. ( I guess I am just to lazy to login and do it properly) I would like to get more serious about it though...if that would be obtainable, where should i start?
Thank you all so much for being the best of the best in RPG land. No one even comes close to the strength of this team! YOu all rock!
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« on: May 16, 2009, 03:54:37 am »
Hi everyone, the infamous Czukay here. If you thought Czukay was jilted , you should check out the mastermind works of the man behind the skull. I have been making some killer acid tekno with my good friend Frank Heiss who is a world renound electronic musician who I now have the honor to produce with. Please take a minute and add us to your myspace if you like what you hear. It rocks the house! Play these trax LOUD, annoy your neighbors, terrorize your local township. Heh heh heh.. Hardware Junkiez on MySpace Music - Free Streaming MP3s, Pictures & Music Videos With much luv Thee Unthuziast
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« on: October 18, 2008, 04:46:01 pm »
Hi there,
My character " Matthias" is stuck in some sort of infinite loop of doom in the swamp on the same tile set as the witch who wants skeleton fingers. My character crashed right by the bee hives actually...I was wondering if one of you could teleport my character out of there?
Every time I login , the board loads then instantly crashes and NWN crashes too. I have had this problem before in the swamps (not sure why) but could you somehow teleport my character somewhere other than there?
Thanks in advance.
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« on: April 15, 2007, 11:42:51 pm »
You see these signs posted in many public places and inns throughout Dregar and Mistone. Come one come all! Czukays Wear & Tear Emporium is now open! As long as it is worth my time, consider it sold. I would invite you all into my shop to have a look around, but then I would have you for dinner....I mean....over for dinner that is. Simply make me an offer, and maybe we can do business. Signed ~Czukay Zarkoln Click here to see all the latest stock: //An unusual form of magick called Word http://www.xavier7.com/april_15_2007.docOr just have a look below: Iron Swords: Long Sword: 27 Short Sword: 29 Dagger: 17 Great Sword: 5 Rapier: 16 Schimtar: 25 Falchion: 4 Bastard Sword : 6 Iron katana : 5 Iron Blunts / Axes / Maces / Misc : Iron Great Ax: 5 Iron Kama : 3 Iron Maul: 4 Iron Mace : 2 Iron Hand Ax : 6 Iron War Hammer: 4 Iron Heavy Mace: 7 Iron Heavy Flail: 1 Iron Light Flail: 4 Iron Dwarven Ax: 3 Iron Katar: 1 Iron Light Hammer : 2 Bullets: Iron Bullets: 99 x 2 Bronze Bullets : 99 x 1 Iron Shurikens: 25 x 3 Destoryers Breath Bullets: 25 x 4 Iron Darts: 25 x 2 Admantium Blades: Admantium Scimtar: 0 Admantium Katar: 1 Bronze Armour: Bronze Full Plate: 1 Bronze banded Mail: 1 Bronze chain mail : 2 Bronze half Plate : 1 Iron Armour: Iron Full Plate: 46 Iron Half Plate: 1 Iron Banded Mail: 4 Iron Scale Mail: 3 Iron Chain Mail: 5 Iron Splint Mail: 1 Platinum Armour: Platinum Full Plate: 21 Platinum Half Plate: 2 Platinum Chain Mail: 2 Platinum Chain Shirt: 2 Platinum Splint Mail: 1 Platinum Scale Mail: 1 Iron Sheilds: Iron Tower Sheild: 12 Iron Kite Sheild: 3 Oak: Oak Club: 4 Boots: Ascenders March Boots: 5 Boots of the Militia: 3 Blue Suede Shoes: 1 Helmet: Noisemaker: 2 Fashion Accessories: Parasol of Shock Redirection: 3 Hamajis Fan: 1 Gloves: Lesser gauntlets of ogre power: 1 Gloves of animal handling: 3 Bracers of many needles: 1 Magic Blades: Cowards Blade: 2 BloodFall: 2 SnakeFang: 3 Bows: Lesser Flight of Fancy: 3 Whips: The Adler: 1 Bloody Lash: 1 Cloaks: Lesser Cloak of Azatta: 5 Glorious Mantle: 2 Magic Sheilds: Dragonskin Buckler: 2 Robes: Robes of Acid: 1 Robes of Lightning: 1 Robes of Sparks: 1 Magick Necklaces: Crow Feather Necklace: 1 Other Rings: Dorands Favor: 1 The Designer: 1 Rings: Ring of Bulls Strength +1 : 31 Ring of Eagles Splendor +1 : 4 Ring of Endurance +1 : 2 Ring of Foxes Cunning +1 : 4 Ring of Cats Grace +1 : 6 Ring of Owls Wisdom +1 : 3 Amulets: Amulet of Owls Wisdom +1 : 3 Amulet of Bulls Strength +1 : 6 Petey The Flaming Skull of Doom: Comes filled with countless souls of fallen layonaronites ~Lich not included~ Currently, it is not for sale.
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« on: March 05, 2007, 11:38:19 pm »
Welp, its been fun everyone, I really hoped Czukay would make it to Count hood....got my seventh death token today and am level 19. Im not making any new characters and would not dare try to get to this high a level again...so awesome server! I am an artist and musician as some of you know in real life, and I got to get back to my roots and what my purpose in life is. As my journal said " I leave all of my possesions to my squire skabot....both the haven house and the prantz house. " And everything contained therein....(most of the stuff on those shelves wasnt mine, it was others with keys so please dont delete the chests) I had a really good time playing this game, but simply can't do it anymore, its interfering with my real life to much. Please delete my characters and my account ASAP Toodlez! ~The Evil Lorde Count Czukay ps if any of you want to keep in touch, i can keep you updated on the art and electronic music from hell http://www.myspace.com/mattcrispellmattcrispell@yahoo.comaol: theeunthuziast
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« on: March 02, 2007, 09:42:51 am »
Hi, the day before yesterday Czukay died on Central to the "land sharks" . A grave was erected there. I went back to try to get my grave as a ghost by died right near it (so in other words the grave was there)
I waited it out in Port Hempstead and became whole once more.
Today I was on central in the broken mountains fighting water elementals and they drowned me.
So, I tried to go back for that grave and there wasnt one there.
I checked the bindstone and it said my grave was still in "Bay of carocsa"
So, I for forfeited the recover and warped back to the gravestone there.
As a ghost I managed to invisible past the sharks (dust) and I returned to west server as a ghost.
When i got to west server, my stats say I am no longer a ghost....but it says I am still reflecting.
This might be a major bug causing other problems possibly.
-Czukay
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« on: February 28, 2007, 03:28:47 pm »
I was wandering around the bay of carocsa killing sharks.
I climbed down the cliff, killed the ones in the water and waded further out where I found the area transisition.
I went throught eh transistion, killed some more sharks in the water then walked up the side of the cliff, which seemed to be
a dead end. I was standing under a tree in the corner when.....
I was ambushed by REEF SHARKS! with sneak attacks!
This all happened on the cliff out of the water.
I dont think that was intentional, but should sharks be able to walk on land?
They killed me too. No DT though.
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On another note, I ported from leilon to try to go to hurm as a ghost.
And I end up in the death void, where I have no choice but to go back using the remembering orb (back to hempstead bindstone)
I think you all know about this issue already though.
anyhow, i will just wait out my death in hempstead.
-czukay
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« on: December 22, 2006, 09:36:17 am »
Journal Entry #1
I woke up in a pool of blood this morning, whose blood was it? Oh no not again! Always hungry I reached for the blood stained armour sitting in the corner, I lick my lips. There is nothing like the taste of rotting monster flesh from the battle I stole their very soul with. The house in Prantz has acquired quite alot of bones as of late, tumbling around in a drunken state late of eve I frequently split my own skull on the sharp shards. Good thing I have my lantern, it talks to me you know. It feeds for the blood of the enemy, I have waking terror of it as I can't seem to stop the voices.
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Last eve something came over me and whilst not paying attention to whar' meh was swinging my schimtar of doom I killed a good freind by the name of Farros Galdor. I apologized to his lifeless body on the ground realizing what I had done. After catching up with his ghost I was later told that I knocked him down to the ground then continued to hack at him still having a bit of his song in my head. I do regret this , and send my regards to his family in Krandor if he has one left there.
On another note, I ran across some venturers outside of the Forest Giants at lake Corax. I could tell my presence was not wanted there due to the mumbles over their breath. As they insulted me, I noticed that there was one of their dead friends laying on the ground. Instantly the skull spoke to me and insisted I scoop up what remained of the fallens blood. I did just this and felt what remained of the soul surge through me as the skull burned ever so brightly. However, one of the venturers was not so happy with my actions and demanded I step away from her dead friend. At first I did not, then decided that I had once again made more enemies with my actions. Note to self, try to be a more bit discrete on your collection of blood for the skull.
I met with Bjornigar Irongots to possibly coax him into making me a shield in Hlint later that evening. I gave him the Iron necessary and he went to craft it for me, upon returning he demanded I put the ones symbol of whose faith I follow upon it. I gave him back the sheild and said you can go sell this instead. No hard feelings, I just refuse to be told what to do by anyone for I am the master of my own domain, besides I think the shield designs for the varying dietys look rather childish. I much rather prefer the dark webbed sheild of the Drow. Not that I like the Drow, although I have had some acqaintances with some, but I do admire their designs of darkness and patterns they work with from within their culture.
I was very happy to have rid myself of the Gloves of Athus for a noice' 30,000 trues to the Hilarname individual, I beleive that was her name, for I had heard of her mentioned in passing before. I would say she got a good deal, and am pleased she took those Holy gloves from me. The skull was not very keen of them.
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Journal Entry #3
Mental note - Do not feed the skull in public, the souls blood can wait until others have had a chance to pass by before I scoop the blood into the skull. The Lich must be fed or my skin begins to crawl like a sock filled with rotting maggots. I had some others over for dinner the other eve' it was rather nice, although I noticed some of the guests couldn't stand the sight or smell of the piled bones of rotting victims. It brought me great delight when some of them ate the stew I had been preparing for them as I then motioned my hands towards where the meat in the stew had come from.
I occasionally have run ins with people in Hlint who claim to somehow know I worship the nameless faceless dark sun. How they could know this is beyond me, for that is a secret that I keep to myself , a name only to be whispered alone in the darkest of crypts in early hours of the morn' This makes me wonder how people are finding out about my secret life with the god, for it has always been certainly just that.
I wonder what ever happened to my family in Krandor, perhaps I should go visit them, it has been years....I have a grave feeling I might not like what I find. I also have been being attacked by the messengers of my god. Ravens.....why this is is unclear to me, the messengers are killing themselves, perhaps I should go investigate the source of their flight....the temple of Corath. Next time I pass by that area I will certainly do just that, alone of course.
I have made quite a few conquests with many new faces in town, my goals in Hlint are to do just that. I do maintain decent relations with as many of the Hlintites that I may for I still feel the drawing of a balanced life. As I see it now, despite my horrid habits of flesh rending, I have managed to remain completely neutral with my connection to the heavens and the hells. I am surprised the gods hath not yet allowed me to ascend towards more the darkness as the emptiness there is what is so hungry. I will continue to try to find my path towards that of unbalance and chaos. As it were meant to be.
I have been selling ever sort of iron blade and ax I have in stock.....several thousands of Trues have rolled in over the weeks. I feel I may have what it takes to already craft some very nice admantium blades....it is just the matter of me getting to Firesteep. I shall have to look into this. It seems I will be getting a nice shipment in from Goldwin of blade enchantment 4th circle magicks as well as an admantium schimtar. I am tired of waiting for my other accquantaince Boon to come through with the order. I am also purchasing a noice cloak that Hrothgar found from him. It is that of the Glorious Mantle. I shall certainly hold onto it for a friend or some other higher bidder than what I paid.
I must get beyond the door in the Nameless dungeon....perhaps the Lich that I hear that lives there can give me some insight into the fate I have with my bloody burning skull. For what I understand is that it was a gift from a Lich, and a curse at that. That filthy Drow Unthuz! What has he condemned me with. Ack! It calls to be fed once more!
~Czukay
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« on: December 15, 2006, 11:22:16 am »
Last eve something came over me and whilst not paying attention to whar' meh was swinging my schimtar of doom I killed a good freind by the name of Farros Galdor. I apologized to his lifeless body on the ground realizing what I had done. After catching up with his ghost I was later told that I knocked him down to the ground then continued to hack at him still having a bit of his song in my head. I do regret this , and send my regards to his family in Krandor if he has one left there.
On another note, I ran across some venturers outside of the Forest Giants at lake Corax. I could tell my presence was not wanted there due to the mumbles over their breath. As they insulted me, I noticed that there was one of their dead friends laying on the ground. Instantly the skull spoke to me and insisted I scoop up what remained of the fallens blood. I did just this and felt what remained of the soul surge through me as the skull burned ever so brightly. However, one of the venturers was not so happy with my actions and demanded I step away from her dead friend. At first I did not, then decided that I had once again made more enemies with my actions. Note to self, try to be a more bit discrete on your collection of blood for the skull.
I met with Bjornigar Irongots to possibly coax him into making me a shield in Hlint later that evening. I gave him the Iron necessary and he went to craft it for me, upon returning he demanded I put the ones symbol of whose faith I follow upon it. I gave him back the sheild and said you can go sell this instead. No hard feelings, I just refuse to be told what to do by anyone for I am the master of my own domain, besides I think the shield designs for the varying dietys look rather childish. I much rather prefer the dark webbed sheild of the Drow. Not that I like the Drow, although I have had some acqaintances with some, but I do admire their designs of darkness and patterns they work with from within their culture.
I was very happy to have rid myself of the Gloves of Athus for a noice' 30,000 trues to the Hilarname individual, I beleive that was her name, for I had heard of her mentioned in passing before. I would say she got a good deal, and am pleased she took those Holy gloves from me. The skull was not very keen of them.
~Count Czukay
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« on: December 14, 2006, 06:19:12 pm »
Journal Entry #1
I woke up in a pool of blood this morning, whose blood was it? Oh no not again! Always hungry I reached for the blood stained armour sitting in the corner, I lick my lips. There is nothing like the taste of rotting monster flesh from the battle I stole their very soul with. The house in Prantz has acquired quite alot of bones as of late, tumbling around in a drunken state late of eve I frequently split my own skull on the sharp shards. Good thing I have my lantern, it talks to me you know. It feeds for the blood of the enemy, I have waking terror of it as I can't seem to stop the voices.
~Count Czukay
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« on: September 30, 2006, 07:47:22 am »
Hey everyone, it is I the great count Czukay. I hath returned to feed the burning skull of the lich! heh, seriously though... I have been working real hard on my new website and would like some feedback from anyone who cares to critique. I just graduated college and am looking for a job as a graphic designer, hopefully the site will help me get there. anyone got any leads, let me know! http://www.xavier7.comcheck it out! see ya on the server
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« on: May 30, 2006, 11:32:30 am »
Hello,
Czukay seems to be stuck in the death void when I try to login to West.
Can you please take care of that when you get a chance? Thanks.
-Matt
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« on: May 24, 2006, 08:46:40 am »
Czukay Zarkoln
Hello,
Czukay Zarkoln's grave is stuck in the drift lands cave (I think right in front of Yzardthdrania the dragon)
I have died twice thereafter and my grave continues to go back to that point.....
Every time I die, I have to wait it out.....please see if you can get my grave out of there (I am pretty sure this is some sort of bug)
Thanks, Ill be patient.
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« on: November 06, 2005, 12:08:00 pm »
Wandering the Dire Forest at night, Czukay thinks back to the previous weeks of his enduring pain...
He thought he knew what it meant to follow under the mad god Corath. What he thought about before he abandoned his family in Krandor was that all that mattered was power. The black sun had came to him in a dream that night in the Krandor crypts in the dark...in the dream Corath promised Czukay that he may help build that dark city that lay beyond him...Czukay saw many things swirling in the horizon beyond the cloaked figure of doom...darkness and chaos rending patterns on the structures...it was always the chaos that fascinated Czukay. The way something can come along a path and change it forever...that sharp twist in reality that cuts a new fate.
The dark sun told him true power would be gained in time. A power his mind couldn't even imagine to fathom. He had mentioned there were others like him , and that he would know them when he found them. For they would wear the symbol of the black sun around their necks. In time, Czukay did find these select few and began to study underneath them the ways of the Black Sun. Needless to say Czukay was stripped of every power he had...he was taught rules in which to walk the land by. He was taught to be subservient to others, a sort of respectful fool to their own sick enjoyment. In Czukays own heart he saw there vision to be distant from his own swirling darkened visions. Order and obiedience was the last thing that Czukay would need in order to fulfill his dream and life work to make structures of chaos a reality. And all he found within this group of souls was just that. He decided to walk a different path of darkness all his own. His dreams of darkness would still frequent him, and the figure in his dreams would tell him...don't you worry my dark son...I have other plans for you. Something strange and unnerving would move in the darkness...it would change things somewhere and everywhere...so dark....so cold....so alone...just the way Czukay liked it.
~Czukay
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« on: November 06, 2005, 12:16:00 am »
Czukay would like to announce the auctioning of an Uncut Emerald.
The auctioneer announces the starting bid at 80,000 gold.
You notice Czukay in the corner rubbing his hands greedily talking to himself and grinning.
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