Home: Rakmogak
Been on the island since 2024-11-28
Died: 9 times (last time was 2025-01-21 13:46, killed by a bottle of salt water)
Level: 6
Class: Cannibal (native)
Primary Clan: None chosen
Underworld: https://underworld.shartak.com/?id=27251
Deadzone: http://shartak.aphlor.org/deadzone/view/27251
Description:
I see you as nothing special. Me? Just another Wandering Shaman, healing the island. Truth. No more Mister Cobalt, just a nice decent Manticore, hard to find. #BeastMode: 24/7/365. Cobalt was my Father, I am named in His honor. He'd claim he was named after me. Dad was confusing. Mom said he had good taste though.
If you are what you eat, he might have eaten a clown, and yes it did taste funny. Probably why he's having these strange side effects. Apparently the infection runs deep, and terminally chronic too, for which he imbibes several dried herbs a day for. This condition appears to be increasingly malignantly benign. Want to help? You can. Hold still.
Eats, is eaten. Kills, gets killed. Stats are boring and for nerds. Just an animal really. Seeking a feared cannibal clan to join, we may have a sharing of goals here, and recipes to share. When you kill, devour, decapitate, devour more, raise the food's skull up high, devour more. A Best eaten Dinner is a Coldly served Revenge. Eat whoever Disagrees with You.
The Happy Hour Menu!: Map,
The Second Coming. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The Parrots cannot hear the Pirates; Things fall apart; the Mountain cannot hold; Mere mindless anarchies and pompous hollow Monarchies are loosed upon the island, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and inall Villages and Settlements The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! I actually lost all alts counts. Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of the wailing Underworld, the Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in Trees of the Jungle A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow Action Points, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant Shargles. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony Towered sleep Were vexed to nightmare by rocking Ruins, And what Canniballistic beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Shartak to be Fed? ~ Inspired by Yeats and Yoinks and Eats!
If you are what you eat, he might have eaten a clown, and yes it did taste funny. Probably why he's having these strange side effects. Apparently the infection runs deep, and terminally chronic too, for which he imbibes several dried herbs a day for. This condition appears to be increasingly malignantly benign. Want to help? You can. Hold still.
Eats, is eaten. Kills, gets killed. Stats are boring and for nerds. Just an animal really. Seeking a feared cannibal clan to join, we may have a sharing of goals here, and recipes to share. When you kill, devour, decapitate, devour more, raise the food's skull up high, devour more. A Best eaten Dinner is a Coldly served Revenge. Eat whoever Disagrees with You.
The Happy Hour Menu!: Map,
The Second Coming. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The Parrots cannot hear the Pirates; Things fall apart; the Mountain cannot hold; Mere mindless anarchies and pompous hollow Monarchies are loosed upon the island, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and inall Villages and Settlements The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! I actually lost all alts counts. Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of the wailing Underworld, the Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in Trees of the Jungle A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow Action Points, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant Shargles. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony Towered sleep Were vexed to nightmare by rocking Ruins, And what Canniballistic beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Shartak to be Fed? ~ Inspired by Yeats and Yoinks and Eats!
They carry 1 skull, 1 wild boar tusk necklace, 1 tiger tooth amulet and 1 skull staff.
Achievements:(1 total)
Areas explored: 493 (13.6% of island) HP Healed: 0 Trading Points: 2 Spirits Exorcised: 0 (not a shaman) Wailing Damage: 0 Ritual Feasts: 0 ( own kills) Mentioned in 0 profile The following extended statistics are since 1st Jan 2011. Alcohol Brewed: 0 Alcohol Drunk: 0 Heads Collected: 1 Fruit Juiced: 0 Successful Possessions: 0 Tracks Found: 0 Fires Started: 0 Fires Extinguished: 0 Items Buried: 0 Items Found: 49 Jungle Chopped: 59 Parrots Tamed: 0 (not a pirate) Monkeys Tamed: 0 (not a pirate) Signposts Built: 1 Signposts Smashed: 0 Treasures Found: 0 (added 2014-07-14) NPC kills: 29; last kill: turtle Animals: 27 Shamans: 0 Traders: 2 Natives killed: 0 Raktam: 0 Dalpok: 0 Wiksik: 0 Rakmogak: 0 Outsiders killed: 0 Derby: 0 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 attacksHeadhunting
- Take the heads of your victims as trophies or signpost decoration
Body building
- Increases melee damage
Exploration
- Helps you remember some of the places you've beenCartography
- Stops you forgetting where you've visited