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Drake Purestone

level 37

You can't prove I did it!

Age 6 years 3 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 28 thousand
Death Count 19
Wins / Losses 41 / 20
Bricks for Temple 59.3%
Pet Sun dog Olwyn

Equipment

Weapon axes of evil +45
Shield farcefield +46
Head holy halo +45
Body asteroid belt +46
Arms scorpion pincers +46
Legs boots of all evil +46
Talisman universal remote +46

Skills

  • seasickness level 18
  • slap of the whale level 16
  • golden vein level 12
  • acid tears level 11
  • shiny heels level 10
  • self-propelled feet level 9
  • lucky hoof level 5
  • drunken rampage level 5

Pantheons

Gratitude4193
Gladiatorship11414

Achievements

  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Builder, 2nd rank
  • Renegade, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Dueler, 3rd rank
  • Fiend, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Invincible, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Saint, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Chapter 1: First Death

The wind howls across the empty desert plains. Knees hit the sand, a cloud of dirt and dust forming. The champion looks up at the sky, face gaunt with hunger and thirst, eyes asking for help from an unseen entity. Blue eyes close, grime coating his lashes. The champion bows down, prays for something, anything from his deity.

A few minutes pass, but nothing comes, only silence and the sound of the wind.

A sudden rush of cool wind fills the area, a stark contrast to the sweltering desert heat. The champion covers his face as a sandstorm picks up, rushing towards him at breakneck speed. The champion closes his eyes, prepares for death.

“If this is what you wish, my god…”

When the sandstorm comes, he feels no sand cutting his skin, no violent breeze rushing past, even no scorching sun beating down on him.

His eyes open, and the first thing he feels is damp moss on his back. Memories rush back. The monster rushing forward, jaw wide and teeth sharp. The bite, the final hit. The pain. Then nothing.

Nothing but desert winds and heat. He vaguely remembers seeing flashes of white, thinking they were mirages and not recognizing them as souls.

And now he’s here. Lying on the side of a lake, body whole and healed and in awe of his god’s mighty powe—

“Um, Luminescent One?”

“Yes, Drake?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how my resurrection happened…”

“What do you mean ’you’re pretty sure that’s not what happened?’ Of course that’s not how it happened!”

“Yeah, so why—”

“Because I am not about to tell ever other god and goddess out there that you, my one and only champion, decided to fight a monster drunk! That while in the afterlife, all you did was drink with other ghosts and do stupid… STUPID NOTHING! You did absolutely nothing in the afterlife!”

“Not true! I made friends with other spirits! I was making connections!”

“Oh yeah? Name one, just one, connection you made in the afterlife, Drake?”

“…”

“Well?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“I should smite you where you stand. Now, go. Don’t you still have that quest to do? Extract jelly from jellybeans or something?”

“Actually, its jellyfis-”

“Oh my me, Drake, I don’t actually care! Just go do it!”

Chapter 2: First Friend

The champion stands on his feet, clothes torn and soaked in blood, but he stands, staring at the monster head on. The vile beast lets out a blood-curdling rumble, and leaps. The hero finds himself freezing in place, ready to accept his death.

Then, an arrow sinks into the monster’s neck, and the hero manages to shake off his shock in time and roll to the right, avoiding the massive creature as it tumbles in the ground in pain.

The champion looks up, eyes wide, before a grin settles on his face. Up on the mountain, rushing towards the fight, are his friends—

“Um, Luminous One?”

“… Yes, champion?”

“I was just wondering, um, if you could perhaps… help me with something… something like, um… just a small something really-”

“Drake, please, just spit it out before I send a lightning bolt up your-”

“I want friends!”

“…”

“…”

“… Drake Purestone, please don’t tell me you haven’t manage to find a single hero or heroine who is willing to be your friend.”

“… no.”

“Child, please, please don’t tell me you’ve been questing by yourself all this time.”

“… yes.”

“… Drake, stand up. Look at me. You will find friends, true friends in time. You don’t need my help for that. You may have no friends right now, but that will change in time. Trust me.”

“…”

“But for now, I’ll help.”