Hero

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Fontillio 4

level 108

ΩГ Why am I here again?

Age 5 years 6 months
Personality righteous
Guild Order of the Monster God
(boss)
Monsters Killed about 434 thousand
Death Count 129
Wins / Losses 1 / 1
Temple Completed at 07/16/2019
Ark Completed at 12/25/2020 (279.6%)
Pairs Gathered at 11/10/2022
Words in Book 26.9%
Savings 15M, 434k (51.4%)
Pet Battlesheep Sven
Boss Bluffalo with 53% of power

Equipment

Weapon Thor's jackhammer +122
Shield responsibility deflector +119
Head emergency contact lenses +122
Body traffic jammies +121
Arms warm embracelets +121
Legs rocket skates +121
Talisman third-time charm +120

Skills

  • intimate tickling level 108
  • mating contact level 103
  • eye scream level 101
  • epitaph writing level 100
  • pseudopod attack level 98
  • lossy compression level 96
  • opacity control level 90
  • save-load level 87
  • teeth gnashing level 85
  • palm of the panda level 82

Feats

  • ⓶ Turn in a side job in the last ten minutes
  • ⓶ Feed hungry tribbles with regular ones
  • ⓵ Die to a monster and lose 15k gold

Pantheons

Might3979
Templehood30689
Mastery2593
Taming3744
Survival1508
Savings2798
Creation1823
Arkeology2804
Catch2709
Wordcraft2561
Unity188
Popularity295
Duelery112
Adventure26

Achievements

  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Freelancer, 1st rank
  • Savior, 1st rank
  • Shipwright, 1st rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank
  • Scientist, 3rd rank
  • Scribbler, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”