Loggrim

Loggrim Bastiaan
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Male
Guild	undisclosed
Instance	Prime

Loggrim's Current Description: (443 to current, No Current Portrait)

You see Urrem'tier's Stinger Loggrim Bastiaan, Locksmithing Phenom of The Locksmith Union, a Human.
He has an angular face, fathomless abyssal black eyes and a small nose.
His platinum hair is short and straight and has been shaved at the sides, and is worn slicked back away from his face.
He has pearlescent skin and a stout build.
He is slightly under average height for a Human.
A circle of obsidian is positioned between his eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against his skin.
He appears to be in his prime.
He is clean shaven.
His shoulder has a tattoo of a chipped grey tombstone that reads "R.I.P.".

He is wearing a pure black shirt that trails shadows with every movement, a pair of pure black trousers that trails shadows with every movement, a pure black ring that trails shadows with every movement, a haralun wristcuff wrought into a sinister grasping hand with spectrolite talons and some sleek midnight black leather boots buckled with inky black riftstones.

Loggrim's Old Description: (Prior to 443, See Portrait)

You see Scorpion Kisser Loggrim Bastiaan, Locksmithing Legend of The Locksmith Union, a Human.
He has an angular face, deep-set stormy grey eyes and a small nose.
His platinum hair is short and straight, and is worn parted on the side.
He has pale skin and a stout build.
He is slightly under average height for a Human.
A circle of obsidian is positioned between his eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against his skin.
He is in his prime.
He has a sleek goatee twisted into a fine point. A solitary ebon jackal's heart pearl nestles within the lightly oiled goatee, secured into place by a shimmering spidersilk cord.
His shoulder has a tattoo of a chipped grey tombstone that reads "R.I.P.".
He is in good shape.

He is holding a fuligin nightmaster's blade accented by a blackened moonsilver grip in his right hand and a shadowy black nightmaster's shield displaying a dull midnight black durgauldite in his left.

He is wearing a polished animite eyebrow ring set with a small shadowy black aevanstone, a shadesatin gentleman's cloak with a night diamond fastener, a nightfire opal-eyed cobra charm, a vivid blue jacket that ripples with deep blue waves, a vivid blue shirt that ripples with deep blue waves, a black diamond icesilk armband of Eylhaar Wing orchids of night's somber hues, a filigreed platinum gentleman's ring set with a regal black diamond, a dragon's heart ring cradling a faceted black diamond, a diamond-hide nightmaster's belt with a glossy midnight black durgauldite skull, an animite belt buckle etched with the likeness of Urrem'tier, a pair of vivid blue trousers that ripples with deep blue waves and some vulture-winged diamond-hide nightmaster's boots.

A Short Story of Loggrim's Life

Loggrim was born on the 22nd day of the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Golden Panther, 373 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

He wasn't the first child of his family and he wasn't the last. His adventuring career began around 386 but didn't really take off until around 396 when people began to refer to him as "a young upcoming REDACTED".

Loggrim really only ever had one goal, advancement with his guild. He knew it was unlikely he could play the same old game that everyone else had been doing for years, but by 396 he had learned how to do it his way and do it very well. The secret of his success was just plain focus. Doesn't seem like anything ground breaking, but it somehow worked.

He continued for years to make giant strides and then around the year 400 a great restructuring of guild advancement requirements stood to slow the advancement of many, but what no one know was that Loggrim had already secretly been planning and training specifically for this change already, day in and day out, for years! What turned out to be a curse for many Loggrim took as a boon, and catapulted himself into higher and higher ranks at speeds previously unknown, previously thought near impossible.

Would he know how to use every weapon in the world? No. Would he know how to use every armor type to its maximum efficiency? No. Would he be the best in combat vs all other adventurers? No. Did he care about any of those things? No. Was he now the most promoted member of his guild? Yes.

In the year 414 Loggrim became the first of his guild to reach his 200th guild promotion, in-fact he had come very close to being the first of any guild to do so, with only a handful of others reaching the same heights. His hand touched the guild renown scroll and cemented his name as number one. Beings of otherworldly power spoke to him and congratulated his accomplishment.

One such voice explained "You've beaten the game", Loggrim didn't know what this voice had meant but assumed it meant that his long years of dedication to his one true goal had paid off in the best way possible. When Loggrim was born it seemed nearly inconceivable that he would reach the top, totally impossible that he would be the first, that his name would stand atop all others in his guild, but he had done it.

For more than 28 years, and even now to this very day, Loggrim's name has been etched in its place, unmoving, undefeatable, unassailable, giving hope to some to mimic such achievements, ire to others for they would never surpass him.

Many wondered, including Loggrim himself, what he would do now? What goals would lie next? For a time Loggrim did continue as he had, training, advancing only in his own mind now that there was no other hurdles in-front of him... but he did, like many who reach the summit of such a singular existence, grow weary and he slowly faded into the shadows, leaving behind only his name on the scroll and memories of those few who knew him and fewer still who knew him well.

He would pop back into the realms from time to time but he never lingered long, whatever else there was calling him away again.

In 442 after nearly 30 years in the shadows, Loggrim has once again emerged, the world has changed greatly in his absence, many things that would have previously taken years now take only months, yet Loggrim continues to be a powerful force in the areas he chooses to be, and of course his name still tops that list, and commands him some rightfully earned respect.

What does he want now? No one knows, not even maybe himself.