[Khazgral] Just another assasin.

Race: Half-Orc*
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 197 lbs
Body Type: Muscular, agile
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Dark f*ckin purple (in her words)
Hair Style: Shoulder length boar tails worn high.
Main hand: Both (Right main-hand for fighting. Left for everything else.)
Skin Color: Yellow-green
Skin Texture: Slightly softer than a typical Orc's save for where it is calloused from her years of employment (so hands and feet)
Motions: Fluid, reflexive, subtle, quiet
Smell: Khazgral smells like oil and explosives at all times. The scent of her poisons is nigh untraceable in comparison.
Sound: Khaz pitches her voice low and puts an emphasis on its guttural sound, but keen ears can still perceive the softer tones mingled with its core.
Typical Attire: The equipment which currently serves her best.
Formal Attire: Robes of the Royal Crown.

*While Khaz remains a half-orc, she's gone to more pains to hide it now. She has fangs that look like the fangs of any other Orc female, usually hides her eyes behind goggles, and has hair that is intentionally encouraged to be coarse and greasy (though not moreso than a typical Orc female's).


Body in more detail:
Taking off more weight than she probably should have has thinned Khazgral's face out and made it less a tell of her heritage. More noticeable now than the subtle rounding of her cheeks is the myriad of piercings she wears. Seven golden piercings break the skin of her right ear from tip to earlobe. Each of these is thicker than the previous one. The piercing through her actual earlobe bears a dangling charm shaped very much like her mechanical hand and a spiked piercing breaks the top of this ear. In her left ear are only six piercings - this because the tip of the ear is missing - and between each of them is a small span of gold bearing a sparkling crimson gem. From her nose hangs another piercing, though this one is simply a golden band. The last of her piercings punctures the soft flesh of her upper right lip just above her fang. It is a loop that is relatively thin and positioned so that Khaz can slip her fang into the opening of the band.

Khaz's smile is usually slightly off-set, like she's smiling at some private joke that others aren't privy to, and a gleam can be seen almost constantly in her blue eyes when her goggles aren't worn. Pinked-tinged lips of brown now curl back in her grins and smiles to reveal not only the white of her teeth, but the gold of them. In her upper right jaw she has replaced a single tooth with a golden one bearing a crimson gem. This tooth is just above her right fang and so is usually hard to miss. Her fangs themselves come to naturally sharp points and are of average length for an Orc's fangs. The otherwise smooth skin of her face is broken by what appears to be a scar that was naturally healed through the use of stitches. It begins as a point under her right eye, close enough that her goggles obscure the point of its origin from sight, and arches out in two curved lines along that side of her face. The lines bow outward toward her ear, but they travel down the skin toward her neck. the inner scar stops at her jaw while the outer actually continues to her neck, passes her collar bone, and disappears into the fabric of her clothing or armor.

Baby blue eyes are still set against her yellow-green skin and framed in a rather full set of long eyelashes and her eyebrows still grow in a little thin, but these are now the only hints of Khaz's origin on the canvas of her face.

Her torso is muscular and well proportioned, the generous cleavage of her bosom partially lost to the weight she's dropped, partially bound by the leather armor she wears. No longer does her stomach round out near the bottom, rather it threatens to sink in a little towards her sides. As yet Khazgral has not lost quite enough weight to begin being unhealthy; she's simply skirting the line. The once-visible curves of her hips is absent with the lost weight as well, and so the sway of her steps has become less pronounced.

The lower portions of her body feature a thin waist, long legs, and very strong thighs and calves. Clearly she is on her feet a lot.

The armor she wears is usually complementary to her figure, if conservative. Always she wears a tabard over it, though now the red symbol emblazoned upon the fabric is a cracked skull set against a field of black.

More noticeable than almost everything listed above is the assassin's left hand. Purplish reflections draw the eye to a particularly well-made hand. The metal it is constructed of is elementium, and a hard prize to catch. Each joint bends and flexes, and the strength of this hand is certainly more than that of her right at the cost of some mobility.


Motions in more detail:
She moves with fluidity, adaptable to circumstance, terrain, and necessity. It is rare that her step falters, and when she strikes it is with deadly accuracy. Most motions reflect the cautious nature of her work, meaning she is one to make very little noise and to move through shadowed alleys rather than main streets where possible.


Typical Possessions of use:
Khaz is never without certain fixtures in her equipment. Among them are a parachute attached to her cloak, nitro boosts fitted to her most serviceable boots, the frag bomb dispenser that rests beside her weapons on her belt, and a rocket launcher affixed to her mechanical hand. In addition to these she carries goggles (currently weakness spectralizers), various remote controls, saronite bombs in a crate within her bags and floating loose in one of her packs, a wormhole generator, a zapthrottle mote extractor, a pet bombling, various trinkets that suit her needs, a gnomish army knife, and a deep dive helmet to which she has affixed a mind amplification dish.

The two poisons she uses most are Deadly Poison and Instant Poison. A decent quantity of both are almost ever on her person. Flash Powder, Blinding Powder, and occasionally various beverages that are capable of fueling her fighting can be found on her as well.

A large stock of Heavy Frostweave Bandages populates her bags, as well as no small amount of coin. Being an assassin pays well and being a miner has its perks when you know someone who can turn a gem or two from rough to well-cut.


Odd companions:
Khaz still cares for the penguin she received by courier while living in Stormwind, but she rarely lets it out in public. Likewise the stray cat that followed her from the Deadmines. Her blue dragonhawk is still the prettiest of her pets, but this too she keeps hidden, and for more than one reason.


Companions one might expect:
'Tick', the pet bombling Khazgral made when she was still rather young in her ventures in this life, has been a constant companion for the assassin. She has now changed its appearance again to mask it from recognition to those who are her enemies, but it is still the same collection of bolts and plating. On occasion its clanking has gotten her into interesting situations, but she's usually pretty good about getting out of them again.

'Nut' has at last been the name given Khaz's mechanical squirrel. It's large green eyes a reflection of the squirrels she used to see while traveling through Alliance lines with Amainala.

'Spring' is one of the more recently reclaimed ((11-29-10)) companions from Khaz's past collection. This one is a very lifelike mechanical toad which can be found hopping about her feet on occasion.

'Cog' is another recently reclaimed companion from Khaz's past collection. It's a miniature Arcane Nullifier.

'Bolt' is a Clockwork Robot Khaz built in Dalaran's toy shop with the aid, guidance, and corrections of Jepetto Joybuzz... Of course she also paid him the cost of a completed model.

'Piston' is Khaz's seonc-favorite companion nowadays ((12-20-10)). This personal world destroyer was a delight for Khaz to undertake the construction of.

The other creatures in her mechanical collection have been scrapped due to paranoia, but Khaz intends to build new models and thus prevent their recognition in time.


Trophies:
The only trophy remaining from her life as 'Jenkantu' is the gnomish army knife she collected on an excursion into Gnomeregan. These are such commonplace items that Khaz has no fear of it being recognized.

Three of her newest trophies are very similar blades... In purpose at least. These three blades are a Butcher's Slicer collected from the kitchens of Shadow Fang Keep, a Blood-etched Blade she claimed from the confines of the Chest of the Seven after learning their methods for the smelting of dark iron, and a Ceremonial Warmaul Blood-blade she was rewarded for her participation in the Ring of Blood. For each she is designing a weapon fixture to compliment her mechanical hand's stump.

The last of her new trophies are the Robes of the Royal Crown she collected from the corpse of Emporer Thaurissan of the Dark Iron Dwarves after killing the captive princess of Ironforge.

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((01-03-11 edit: Added 'Cog', 'Bolt', and 'Piston' to Khaz's companion list.))

((12-08-10 edit: Added and updated Khaz's Age.))

((11-30-10 edit: Added 'Spring' to Khaz's companions list.))

((11-15-10 edit: Changed "Jen's smile..." to "Khaz's smile..."))

Heh. Moved to the second post in the thread in the interest of keeping the first post as Khazgral's current description.

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November 10, 2010 1:45 pm Jenkantu Said:
Reposting Jen's character description in a thread I can edit.

Again, thanks for helping me consolidate these, Kat. ;D)

Here we go, post by post:

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April 25, 2010 1:52 am Jenkantu Said:
((*Sigh* So I've been wanting to post my character history and description for a while, figuring description should come first.. The hangup has been that I really only do well in two formats, one being a precise, but short detail breakdown of a character's appearance, the other being a description 'in motion'. The problem with the latter is that I sometimes have more motion than I originally intend. That's probably the case here, but such is life. I decided ultimately to just do both, so here you have my breakdown, and after it will be my 'in motion' description (in which I intentionally don't use her name until someone says it). Anyways, I welcome any feedback anyone who chooses to read this may have, and thank you for your time. Her history will have to wait for another day as it's already rather late here.

Also, here's her armory: Khazgral

11-10-2010 edit(s):
1 - Please don't worry if you click the link and see her in nothing but a tabard and belt. That's what the girly sleeps in nowadays. Thanks.

2 - Swapped the in motion description to the end since it can look like one of my History Expansions and therefore could garner some confusion at the front of the post.))

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Race: Half-orc (Orc father, human mother)
Gender: Female.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 204 lbs.
Body Type: Muscular, agile.
Eye Color: Bright blue.
Hair Color: Black.
Hair Style: Clean-shaven (save for eyebrows).
Main hand: Right (out of necessity).
Skin Color: Yellow-green.
Skin Texture: Slightly softer than a typical orc's save for where it is calloused from her years of employment (so hands and feet).
Motions: Fluid, reflexive, subtle.
Smell: Jenkantu smells explosives and of herbs, to the trained nose the herbs are those used in her poisons.
Sound: Her voice is guttural, but oddly there is a soft smooth texture mingled into the guttural core.
Typical Attire: The equipment which currently serves her best.
Formal Attire: Tuxedo.

Body in more detail:
Her face is a little more rounded than most orcs' faces, but not enough so to draw attention by itself. Her ears come to a rather rounded point in place of an angle. Her eyes are round and set a tad farther apart than the typical orc's. Her nose is longer and a little wider, her lips are fuller and tinged with pink, her tusks are slightly rounded and dulled, her eyebrows are thinner than most, and she has a rather full set of long eyelashes, unlike many females of her race.

Her torso is muscular and well proportioned, though her bosom has a bit more cleavage and generosity than one would expect. Her stomach is flat for the most part, but does round out a bit near the bottom. Her hips have more visible curves, though again the difference is slight. It is enough, however, to give her movement a slight sway.

Her waist is thin, her legs are relatively long, and her thighs in particular are strong and a little thicker than one would expect.

She has no visible scars, but then, she is typically dressed head to toe in leather armor under a Scarlet Crusade tabard that is tattered from its years of use ((Somehow I left that out of the drawn out in motion description, but it would be there, of this you can rest assured)) so if she did have any scars they would be rather difficult to see.


Motions in more detail:
She moves with fluidity, adaptable to circumstance, terrain, and necessity. It is rare that her step falters, and when she strikes it is with deadly accuracy. Most motions reflect her the cautious nature of her work, meaning she is often one to make very little noise and to move through shadowed alleys rather than main streets where possible.


Typical Possessions of use:
The two poisons she uses most are Deadly Poison and Instant Poison. A decent quantity of both are almost ever on her person. Flash Powder, Blinding Powder, and occasionally various beverages that are capable of fueling her fighting can be found on her as well.

She is never without her Gnomish Army Knife. As a miner and an engineer she finds this a most useful mechanical device. She usually has explosives of some type on her person beyond the Cobalt Frag Bomb dispenser affixed to her belt. She also carries a Deep Dive Helmet equipped with a mind altering device that allows her to breathe underwater when she needs to go swimming and allows her to influence and control the actions of her enemies for a small amount of time when the need arises.

She carries with her a Wormhole Generator that has proven useful in her time in Northrend. More useful, however, is the Zapthrottle Mote Extractor that resides in her bags. This little gem has turned her quite a profit. Last but not least, she is certain to affix Nitro Boosts to her boots, and she makes very good use of them when the need arises. On occasion they don't quite work as intended, but the parachute fixture on her cloak makes sure this is never too severe a problem.

A large stock of Heavy Frostweave Bandages populates her bags, as well as no small amount of coin. Being an assassin pays well and being a miner has its perks when you know someone who can turn a gem or two from rough to well-cut.


Odd companions:
Oddly enough she received an errant delivery of a penguin in recent years. The thing seems adamant now about following Jenkantu, no matter how much she tries to dissuade it.

Prior to the penguin she encountered a caged cat within the depths of the Deadmines. She made the mistake of freeing it from its cage and sharing some of her drinking water with it. The cat now follows her on occasion too, sometimes into surprisingly dangerous places.

The last of her odd companions is a blue dragonhawk which seems to have gotten attached. Jen would never admit this, but she finds the dragonhawk hatchling both pretty and cute.


Companions one might expect:
'Tick', the Mechanical Bombling Jenkantu made when she was still rather young in her ventures in this life, has been a constant companion for the assassin. On occasion its clanking has gotten her into interesting situations, but she's usually pretty good about getting out of them again. Jenkantu also now keeps a mechanical squirrel, a robot, and a mechanical dragonling. All of the latter three she has never given a name too, making Tick the only one of her companions she has named.


Trophies:
Jenkantu always wears her Scarlet Crusade tabard, and for no particular reason at all she has a deep-seeded loathing of the organization. It is Jenkantu's opinion (on those rare occasions when she stops to consider such things) that this loathing of them is simply a matter of convenience, they were the enemy she was being paid to kill when she was in need of a people to hate.

The gnomish army knife is a trophy of sorts for Jenkantu as it was collected on an excursion into Gnomeregan after she laid rest to its creator.

She keeps an almost complete set of the standard equipment issued to the Defias Brethren. She intends to complete the set at some point in the future.

Most of Jenkantu's other trophies are things such as the personal journals, useless trinkets, or even jewelry of those who fall victim to her trade.

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Noises of all manner mixed and mingled in Orgrimmar's Valley of Strength. Hooves, greaves, sandals, and wheels ground against the bright dirt of Durotar, dirt whose presence was ever tasted in the air of the territory's occupants. Hammers sounded from the newly constructed forge and anvil outside the General Store, coin clinked in nearly every building, trade was conducted in the tongues and voices of all Horde races and the occasional squawking voices of goblins. This was an average day's contents for many souls enjoying lives full of business transactions and the workings of their trade, lives full of noise, so much of it fruitless.

The tough and calloused skin of a palm far too accustomed to wielding implements of Death's deliverance passed over a clean-shaven head of yellowish green above the auction house's entrance. No one looked strangely at the individual poised above their trading house. Indeed, no one seemed to notice the feminine form despite her prominent position above the doors. Her form was crouched, but even so a body measuring six feet and four inches in length should have been clearly visible. Admittedly, this particular body was slimmer than a typical orc's. Muscular and defined as it was, certain inconsistencies with the race's norm were present. The curve of the breasts was more generous, deeper than that of any female orc who wielded weapons on a regular basis should have been. Similar were the hips. More conspicuous however was the presence of a slight rounding in the lower stomach. Certainly these elements were not enough of a presence to be a hazard in her work, but they did leave questions in the minds of those observant enough to notice and keen enough to wonder why.

The hand, her right, rested now on an expertly crafted sword's hilt, though her thumb tucked into the leather belt she wore, none too far from a dispenser of explosives she had attached to it. Startlingly blue eyes currently obscured by goggles of a similar color roved the crossroads before her. This was the heart of Orgrimmar by the lady's estimation, no matter how much Thrall wished it to be the Valley of Wisdom, only because here the auction house, the bank, and those businesses fortunate enough to earn space in the front of Orgrimmar all held a presence nearby.

The truth in the end is always that money makes the world go around. With each inhale the dust of Durotar made her mouth grow more dry. This was one of many things she would need to readjust to. Her soft pink tongue rolled across her lips, wetting them without her even thinking on the matter, and as it passed over the slightly rounded point of her fang she was reminded again of where she was. With a sigh she lifted her free hand to wipe her brow. The gesture was awkward and barely begun before the woman withdrew it. Those rounded fangs sank into her upper lip as pain swelled in her left palm. The focal point of pain from her fangs allowed her to cut back her yelp, turning it instead into a quiet hiss of protest that few would take notice of. 'I'll be damned if I don't teach myself to remember my circumstances soon,' she thought with agitation.

She loosed her thumb from her belt, removed the goggles with her right hand, and took another look through the crowd as a small trail of sweat slid from forehead along her nose. It was another peculiarity, longer and wider than an orc's. In all honestly, most of her inconsistencies were on and around her face. Eyes brighter, rounder, and larger than typical, ears that curved rather than coming to a point, and wider lips with an almost pink tinge to them were present with the nose her sweat was following and her somewhat rounded fangs. 'Somewhere out there must be an organization where someone like me can turn a profit and not be met with disdain or expectations... The Shattered Hand itself has too much of the latter and allows too little of the first, but where to look?'

Straightening she moved toward The Drag, fluid and agile, still passing out of sight of the unobservant. Of course, in the case the unobservant included everyone not skilled at spying out people who spent their entire life being unnoticeable even in the center of an empty room. Assassins are a hard breed to catch, after all.

Even in her careful movements there was a sway to her hips that marked her apart from the race she most resembled. She moved into the Drag, nodding her head to Scout Tharr, whose specialty was spying out infiltrators. Tharr only grunted in response. The assassin was fairly certain Scout Tharr loved his job because he hated deceptive people, both liars and her sort, the sneaky sort. Scout Manslayer was another story, but she did not patrol the Drag.

Soon enough she was above the Cleft of Shadow, the place she had spent so much time training under and dealing with The Shattered Hand's 'specialists'. If Thrall knew half of the things she'd overheard the Shattered Hand would have been under much closer review, but being a female orc with her talents, even one with half human heritage, required her to be a member in her early days, and bringing the organization under close scrutiny while she was among its ranks was not a wise idea. She supposed this was an intentional arrangement by the Hand's higher members. 'I really don't want to be here... and yet, wouldn't they be the most likely to know which guilds and brotherhoods in the Horde deal in our specialties...? And then again, considering my current relations with them, is there any reason they would tell me?'

Her right hand balled into a fist as she thought about what they had made her do as penance for her betrayal of the Horde. After a time she relaxed it with some effort and slid calloused fingers below the edge of the leather glove over her left hand. Before she could even start to peel back the armor a shooting burst of pain centralized at the small of her back sent her reeling forward. Two more sharp blows caught her sides as she was falling, and despite knowing very well her left hand was injured, she tried to catch herself. Pain rent through her entire arm when her left hand hit the ground and more when her weight fell on it. Water pooled in her eyes involuntarily and soon turned into streams of tears, but the accompanying scream that poured forth from her abdomen was muffled by another's gloved hand.

"Fancy seein' yuh hea', Jenkantu." She could hardly breathe through the pain, but even so she recognized the voice of the troll who held her. 'How stupid am I to get caught off guard by him?' she asked herself as he continued, "Mi been wantin' ta get mi 'ands on yuh fer a long time, mon. Yuh been 'ard ta find though. Now yuh tell ol' Sora'jan what yuh been doin' if yuh know what be good fer yuh." He fell silent, moving the gloved hand away from her mouth a small space, enough so she could speak but little enough so he could muffle it if she tried to call out, not that anyone nearby would have helped her. Jenkantu took the time to regain her composure and assess her current circumstances. When she did not respond he put the hand back over her mouth, "Yuh be playin' 'ard ta git, mi seein'. Mi got ways now, Jen, that mi not have when yuh wen' missin'. Yuh sua yuh don' be wantin' ta tell mi?" He was quiet for a moment, as though she could have answered with his hand over her mouth. Jen wriggled her right arm free from her own body and ran it along her side toward her belt. So many implements of her work were there, along that belt... Poisons, explosives, her swords... None too useful at the moment, but also her flash powder... If she could just get her fingers on a pinch of that....

Sora'jan felt the shift of her weight, he pressed her upper back into the stone floor hard, making her cheek scratch against it and scrape a little and sending sharp pains through her arm. Again she cried out, but his hand still muffled the noise, then he continued, "Be 'avin' it yer way then, mon. Mi be moa den 'appy ta make yuh tell mi everytink."

With a prayer and a quick motion the precious dust was trapped between her forefinger and her thumb just as Sora'jan pulled her by her shoulder, intent on turning her to face him. Jen still felt the pains in her left arm, still felt the streams of tears pouring across her slightly scraped cheeks. She spit at him as his glove came away from her mouth and then employed the flash powder. The gesture was clumsy, her main hand being as injured as it was, but fortunately for Jen she had been practicing combat with both for long enough that despite it being subpar her right hand was still coordinated enough to crush and drop the powder correctly. The cloud of light and dust was enough to let her free herself of him and get to the wall, where shadows concealed her from his sight. "Oh, yuh been practicin', Jenkantu. Mi be proud o' that, but yuh still gotta pay da costs. Git ova hea now. Mi might be convinced ta be merciful." Sora'jan's voice showed he didn't know just how much Jenkantu had learned in her absence.

She thought of just leaving, dealing with it another day, preferably when her left hand had healed more completely, but he kept going, "Or 'ave yuh been payin' da humans? Ah yes, we be knowin' whea it was yuh went, Jenkantu. Mi been watchin' yuh, and mi be makin' plans for mi find yuh again. Mi bet yuh know dem humans much betta, now, mon, don' ya?" The implications were clear in his voice, clear as his actions made his intent. He wanted money, oh yes, Sora'jan always wanted money, but he wanted something more intimate too. What he implied was along the same lines as the 'payment' he spoke of, and it pissed her off.

It only took a moment and the assassin was at Sora'jan's back. In less than the time it took to cross from the wall to where he stood she had drawn her blade with her right hand and driven the flat of it hard into his head, leaving him disoriented but still conscious. "Things don't work that way anymore, Sora'jan," she hissed in his ear, her voice an odd mix of smooth and guttural, the vocal representation of precisely what Jenkantu was in her mix of human and orc heritage, "And for you, I'm afraid, things won't be working any way at all ever again," she drew the blade up again, bringing it hard into his back, then twisted it and drew it out. She walked around in front of him, knowing the pain he was in was enough to keep him stationary, bent and doubled over what would likely be a fatal wound. Likely was not good enough for Jenkantu today, however, and so she bent, giving him one last look into the bright blue eyes of someone he had once bullied and abused so that she could smile. Her brown lips drew up in a curve, rarely something to occur due to the nature of her work. Her tusks added some bit of irony to the smile for her, "Go figure, I return to the Horde, pay my penance to your very own overseer, and then you go and provoke me. I'm not who I was, Sora'jan, and today you're the first of the line I'm drawing. Today... you die." The next motion was smooth, deadly, accurate, and well timed. Sora'jan drew not a single breath beyond her words before she had crossed her blade against his neck.

Jen could hear him in his death throws as she turned, her heel grinding a small collection of dust from her earlier disappearance into the stone below them. She heard him as she walked away, fading again into the shadows, sheathing the weapon which had served her so well. Yes, she was serving the Horde again, but half-human or not, she would never again suffer its abuse.

((I think that will do for now, and I apologize for any typos in the lot of it. To any who read far enough to read this, thank you for the time, and I hope you enjoyed the read.))

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April 25, 2010 11:27 am Sumi Said:
((A very, very well done description! Thank you very much for posting it, and welcome to the site! And, again! Very well done. ^^ --Sumi))

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April 25 2010 1:17 pm Jenkantu Said:
((Thank you, Sumi. I really appreciate the feedback and I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^^

Her history is still pending, but I'll likely add a link to it in this description (as well as clean up some typos) when it's finished and link from it to here as well.))

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October 23, 2010 12:02 am Jenkantu Said:
((For those interested in such, Jenkantu's history is now available for your perusal here: The History of an Assassin - Mature.

It should probably be noted that there is mention of / reference to mature material in her history.))

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October 23, 2010 7:40 am Shari'Adune Forestsong Said:
((A history I think people should read! And maybe get some pop corn and dim the lights, because it's really that good.))

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11-10-2010 edit: Post omitted updating armory link. No longer necessary as the first link will be the last armory link Khaz ever has (Good Lady willing and the creeks don't rise *grin*).