Heroine

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Somn

level 97

I'm screwed ahaahaha

Age 11 years 1 month
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 359 thousand
Death Count 188
Wins / Losses 40 / 22
Temple Completed at 02/11/2014
Ark Completed at 04/10/2015 (304.8%)
Twos of Every Kind 801m, 864f (80.1%)
Savings 13M, 176k (43.9%)
Pet Alpha centaur Behemoth

Equipment

Weapon The Schwartz +104
Shield pocket protector +106
Head bucket of sensory deprivation +106
Body waist of space +106
Arms ham fists +107
Legs leviathong +109
Talisman soulstone +106

Skills

  • radioportation level 111
  • steel finger level 103
  • asynchronous swimming level 101
  • golden vein level 101
  • swear-o-matic level 101
  • pocket hypnotoad level 83
  • rail-bending level 78
  • mating contact level 78
  • bad breath level 77
  • mega-bite level 66

Pantheons

Might6660
Templehood9239
Gladiatorship12971
Storytelling356

Achievements

  • Honored Favorite
  • Honored Renegade
  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Careerist, 1st rank
  • Hunter, 1st rank
  • Martyr, 1st rank
  • Raider, 1st rank
  • Shipwright, 1st rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Savior, 2nd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Coach, 3rd rank
  • Seadog, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Hissing and humming, the room the girl is in is never truly silent. She can hear them, sometimes. People in white squeezing her hand. Someone sitting beside her asking questions, stroking her head. Something beeping in time with her heartbeat. Her body remains still, though. Her eyes refuse to open, her mouth to speak.

She can hear them, sometimes. They said they had to pull the plug soon.

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Update: 6th September 2015, she hears a voice say. It’s been a whole year. Today’s the day.

Somewhere, deep, deep in the halls of a guild hall, a figure is sitting on a ledge. Time to wake up, she thinks.

She jumps. There is a soft crack as she hits the ground, and the goddess vanishes with nary a trace.

Somewhere, on a hospital bed beside a sunny window, a girl feels her weakened strength leave her. Goodbye, she thinks.

She gasps. There is a small hiss as her final breath escapes her lips, and the girl slips away into her final slumber.

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16 March 2016

They say that when one story ends, another begins. That when one door closes, another opens. They say a lot of things, really. But maybe, just maybe, they’re onto something for a change.