worn on head a cresed helm
worn on body a burnished metal breastplate
worn about body a white-collared and read coat
slung on back a backpack
worn on arms a air of ebony-steel late vambraces
worn on hands a pair of metal hal-gauntlets
worn as shield a metal buckler
weilded a cutlass
worn about waist a plain weapons belt
worn on belt a dagger
worn on legs a pain of thin metal leggings
worn on feet a laced pair of brown boots

you are a 21 year old male human channeler
your height is 5 feet, 3 inches, and ou weigh 124 lbs.
you are carrying 0.1 lbs and wearing 100.5 lbs, heavy.
your base abilities are; str: 14 int; 16 wil:15 dex: 14 con: 13.
offensive bonus: 43, Doging bonus: 1, Parrying bouns: 1
your armor absorbs about 61% on average
you have 80 (80) hit and 128 (130) movement points.
you have scored 209386 experience points and 0 quest points.
you need 10614 exp to reach the next level.
you have played 1 day and 9 hours real time
this ranks you as Usal of Amadicia (level 8)

life is boring... its seems like death after death it is nothing but the same, the more i kill the less i get better at it. well at it turns out its not life, its me, im not strong. well most people live life afeter life until they become strong, 14 str? the norm is 17! most people are killing things that i have to run away from just by looking at it... oh well it must be the maddness... taim... i dont know where he is, id like to find him so i can become more mad, well at least know how to use my power so i can become mad. that would be nice. i know i can be powerfull, i know i can be great, lead people, win wars, quests, do great things. but for now i am an outcast, running from socitey for what i am... this is life

Race War:
it has come to my understading after a day at class just how racial and sexist the game is. not that this is ment to encourage real world fights but that the game has allowed for much hate. for instance race. there are three races to chose from when creating yourself. the first, me is a human, the most common and mostly seen as the good guys. the second are the Seanchan. these people are invaders from across the sea which are portayed as having really really strange customs. from what i understand they belive they are coming back home as it were, kinda reminds me of the 'holy land' in the middle east. but regardless they are total agressers and they are not coming just to invade and destroy, but for every soldier they bring 4 settlers to the land. also we have the Trollocs. these are evil spawns of the Dark One. but you could play the game as one and your sole purpose would be to go around and kill people. and if any human or seanchan saw you, you would be hunted down. Race War and Player Killing, two very promonate ideals in this game.
it would also be prudent to point out the sex war that is also taking place in this land. first looking at wemon. to the humans if a woman can channel, or use the one power, she is feared and respeceted. she can go where ever she wants and do what ever she wants. however the Seanchan see it very diffrently. the Seanchan have a device that enslaves a female channler. this device is a silver leash that goes around the neck and attaches to the controler by a chain. i find it every intersting that one race see's these wemon as powerful warriors while the other enslaves. and then there are men. men channlers, like Usal, are hatted by all, more so than trollocs.
what these real world themes mean to this game, i dono. but i find it intersting that racial and sexist tentions can be acted out in this game.

Day one as Usal
of course this couldnt have been easy, they put me
in Tear. Probably called that cause of all the death that
has taken place there. it is a port town, and the target
for most all of the attacks from the people over the sea.
well after many deaths, and lots of wandering if found
my way into more... promising lands and started to gain
levels, even found Mazin Taim, the leader of the male
channelers and learnd how to channel, that is until i
was kill by a mean peice of moss and lost all my skills,
and worse yet was reborn in Illian, and town with no maps
so back to wandering...

This is my journal of travels through The Wheel of Time
This m.u.d. can be found at wotmud.org
This game is based of the really good series of books
called the Wheel of Time by Robert Jorden

Background on the world
The main driving force in the world is called the One
Power, and is kind of like the force in star wars. The
Power is a combonation of the 4 elements and can be weaved
together inorder to make a huge array of affect. with the
power comes prolonged life, but not everyone can use this.
so those who cannot use the power are resenful of those who
can.
With any good story there is good and evil. now evil, the
dark one, was sealed away by a man who was called the dragon.
now before he was sealed, the dark one tainted the male half
of the power so that any man who tried to use it slowly went
mad. so in the processes of inprisioning the dark one the
dragon went mad and broke the world. so after this men who
could touch the power were hunted and killed.
This is where the wemon come in. any woman found with
the power to touch the power are taken into Tar Valon, a
school for using the power. they are seperated into groups
based on their skills, Reds hunt male weavers.

Other races and people
this land is broken and at war
Schearan ~ people from over the sea and have come to
invade, with them come beasts, and a strange
device which can inslave weilders of the power
Darkfiends ~ people who ally them selves with darkness
Trollocks ~ ulgly half man creaters

Me, the name i have chosen for myself is Usal. this name
is from the sci fi book dune. Usal was the name choosen
by the main chacater, paul atradies, as a code name for
the tribe he joins after excaping almost certian death.
i have also chosen to be a channeler, a male who can
touch the power. this is not recomened because other
people will try to hunt and kill me

The wheel of time turns, ages come and pas, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave it birth comes again. In one age, called the third age by some a small channler by the name of Usal sets out to fulfill his fate.