Hero

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Burned One

level 91

Extra crispy

Age 8 years 7 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 311 thousand
Death Count 112
Wins / Losses 72 / 26
Temple Completed at 04/14/2016
Ark Completed at 04/12/2018 (205.9%)
Twos of Every Kind 543m, 527f (52.7%)
Savings 10M, 109k (33.7%)
Pet Ticking crocodile Behemoth 18th level

Equipment

Weapon Mega-Soaker 2000 +100
Shield combo breaker +100
Head choke collar +101
Body cloak of artificial modesty +100
Arms cold shoulderpads +101
Legs hydroelectric power pants +100
Talisman lucky star +101

Skills

  • battle chess level 77
  • contagious yawning level 77
  • slap of the whale level 76
  • sword-swallowing level 74
  • cry of horror level 70
  • instant hairloss level 69
  • oak cloaking level 68
  • save-load level 63
  • street magic level 55
  • mega-bite level 46

Pantheons

Gratitude9483
Might8317
Templehood15946
Gladiatorship3907

Achievements

  • Honored Renegade
  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Careerist, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Shipwright, 1st rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Invincible, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 2nd rank
  • Raider, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Savior, 2nd rank

Hero's Chronicles

A wandering man traverses a great desert, seeking at its edge a new land whose existence is a mere whisper in his homeland. After many months of difficult journey, hanging on to the edge of survival, he chances upon a strange rock, hued red and black in the pattern of flames, shaped as an egg. He stoops to pick it up, it is warm to the touch and smells faintly of smoke. He carries it with him and each night places it into the fire he builds, thinking its continuous warmth will help feed the fires. On the eighth day he carefully picks up the hot stone, as he has done each morning since finding it, but there is something different this time. The stone is much hotter than it had been before. He tries to drop it, but his hand clenched tighter. It burns through the layers of fabric used to shield from the heat, and in seconds the stone and his hands are bathed in flame. The flame reaches a searing intensity and within a second more the whole man is clothed in fire, intensely painful and bright. The man is not destroyed by the flames, however, but becomes a living ember, charcoal in the shape of a man. The egg-shaped rock is blown into uncountable fragments as a blinding light lances into the heavens. A god is reborn, the Burning Phoenix and its chosen champion, the burned one, forever a symbol of his new gods eternal flame. The man loses most memory of his life before the stone, his old lands and journey through the desert become an echo of memory, all but forgotten shadows of recollection. He journeys only a day more before he enters the fabled lands of Godville.