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RaceHobbit
OriginHarfoot
ClassBurglar
Level65
CraftTinker
Main?Main
Active?Active
GenderMale
Join Date2007-07-15

Epic Progress

Volume 1:Book 14, Chapter 1
Volume 2:Completed
Volume 3:Book 1, Chapter 9
 

Radiance Total:

Chest (Forges of Khazad-dûm)
Shoulders (Sixteenth Hall)
Boots (Grand Stair)
Gloves (Fil Gashan)
Leggings (Skumfil)
Helm (Dark Delvings)

The Ettenmoors

Renown539
Rating1007
Kills0
Deaths0
Killing Blows0
Rank1
Stars0.0

Reputation

FactionLevel
Ale AssociationNeutral
Council of the NorthNeutral
Elves of RivendellNeutral
GaladhrimNeutral
Iron Garrison GuardsNeutral
Iron Garrison MinersNeutral
Lossoth of ForochelNeutral
MalledhrimNeutral
Men of BreeNeutral
Rangers of EsteldínNeutral
The EglainNeutral
The EldgangNeutral
The Inn LeagueNeutral
The Mathom SocietyNeutral
Thorin's HallNeutral
Wardens of AnnúminasNeutral

Equipped Traits


Class
Appraising Eye
Blind Fury
Footpad
Leaf-walker
Opportunist
Perplexing Riddle
Trickster
Legendary
Expose Throat
Flashing Blades
Race
Guile and Conviction
Hobbit Club Damage
Hobbit-Silence
Hobbit-Stature
Return to Michel Delving
VirtueValue
Determination6
Discipline4
Empathy7
Idealism8
Innocence6

Virtue Bonus Totals

Base Stat
18Agility
35Fate
12Might
31Morale
6Will
Defenses
315AC
800Melee Defense
Regeneration
27Combat Morale Regen
Resists
406Disease Resistance
1218Fear Resistance
609Poison Resistance
138Shadow Resistance

Theme Song

Profession

Rank

Note

CookSupreme Master
Jeweller
ProspectorSupreme Master

No Crafting Guild.

I never really intended to be a burglar....
But I figured out pretty early that if I waited until right as my mom was taking a sip of her barleywine, I could sneak up, tickle her, and make her spit it out her nose. Eventually, she tied bells to my ankles.
Well, after a while, I got to where I could pull off that little trick even with the bells on my ankles, and I realized I might have some talent. So, I decided to take a little wander out of the Shire and see what trouble I could get into.
Not too much has changed since the days of making my mom cough barelywine out of her nose. Well, except that now when I sneak up behind people, instead of tickling them, I mostly whack them on the back of the head with a club. But other than that, I'm still pretty much like that little hobbit from the Shire.