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 *
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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!
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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*
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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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