TW Monkey
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 Name:
Stormraage
Level: 50
Realm Rank: 11L3 (Lord)
Race: Highlander
Sex: Male
Class: Cleric
Backstory: Stormraage was an older man, who had been involved in long tedious battles in the
frontiers trying to rid Camelot and the lands of the Hibernian's and Midgardian's. There seemed to
be masses of people out fighting day in and day out but it was missing something. The younger
Albion's worked hard and mighty, running in masses everywhere they went. Stormraage had ran a
fierce group that would cut off travels of the invaders. He would take out large masses as they
tried to cross bridges. Defend the towers of Albion and capture the towers of his enemies. As he
grew older his abilities lessened and younger fighters didn't want to listen to an old man. He
would return to Camelot and share his frustrations with his good friend Powerslave. She had the
drive and desire that he knew was needed to succeed but he knew she couldn't do it alone. This
morning in particular he sat down at the desk beside Powerslave, she had coffee and fresh bread
for him to eat. He began speaking of trying to gather enough people to form 
another group and train them up to become bigger and better than the group he once ran. Stormraage
was looking for strong independent and self-sufficient fighters that could endure long hours of
battle and keep going back out. Persistance was a key to his way of fighting. This group would
have to be able to survive on their own skills and abilities to succeed. A knock at the door
interrupted the conversation. Powerslave unlocked the door and let the customers in. It was the 4
people ready to pick up their order. Stormraage looked at Scyros as he walked proudly into the
store. He noticed an air about him that he hadn't seen in a long time, Fendeilah followed behind
smiling brightly in Stormraage's direction, Jaywizzy strutted in sitting on the edge of the desk
where Stormragge sat and introduced himself as Toastd began admiring the unique shield and weapon
that Stormraage carried. The six began talking and time passed until it became night. The 4
customers returned to the inn and had agreed to return the next day to talk with Powerslave and
Stormraage more. Day in and day out the 6 continued to gather and discuss plans of rebuilding the
group that Stormraage one day lead. Stormraage knew that Scyros had what it would take to lead
such a group and the others were more than ready to learn and follow in Stormraage's footsteps.
Long ago Stormraage was a master
alchemist which was vital for the groups survivability. He began tinkering with armorcrafting
again as he felt that this group would bring back what he once had and he wanted them in the
finest of armor. He knew he wasn't up for leading it again but being a part of it and fighting
along with them would be a dream come true. They spent long hours learning techniques, mastering
trials, obtaining artifacts and equipping them in order to take on anything that the Hibs or Mids
could bring at them. Stormraage had once been a fighting cleric but didn't have it in him any
longer, he was stepping back to coaching and healing as needed. Scyros insisted that Stormraage
traveled with them they knew that their success would all be due to him. The 6 person group became
very popular throughout the lands. They became an unstoppable force. As the news of their
accomplishments traveled the enemies brought out more and more to try to take them down. No matter
win or lose, they would never give up. They became known as Team Wizzy
and are still out in the frontiers fighting -- even today. (Courtesy of Julie)
 Stats
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Master Level: 10 (Perfecter)
Champion Level: 5
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