Hero

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The Inquisitor

level 45

♆The Inquisition♆

Age 12 years 10 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 46 thousand
Death Count 62
Wins / Losses 29 / 11
Bricks for Temple 60.4%
Pet Dandy lion Scrat

Equipment

Weapon gentleman's club +54
Shield comfort zone +54
Head stiff upper lip +52
Body lawsuit +57
Arms Icarus rockets +53
Legs quicksandals +52
Talisman three-sided die +54

Skills

  • seasickness level 24
  • spontaneous combustion level 20
  • asynchronous swimming level 18
  • intimate tickling level 16
  • peek-a-boo level 15
  • bad breath level 14
  • glance of Kaa level 12
  • pocket hypnotoad level 11
  • instant hairloss level 11
  • toe-bite level 8

Pantheons

Gratitude7624

Achievements

  • Honored Renegade
  • Builder, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

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I Am Alive

I am The Inquisitor, before that I had no name, no purpose. I was brought to life by Razikale, baptised in the firing breath of the abyss.

I wandered through this realm for two years, waiting for my orders.I was punished, I was encouraged. I was told to slay monsters, to pray to my Creator. I was evil in nature but I despised the monsters that terrored Godville. At first I considered myself a tool of my God, but then silence fell. Other heroes faced the same fate. Were they also guided or made their own destiny?

And suddenly, while I was spending my fortune and drinking my usual beer, a vision stroke me. I was to found a new guild, The Inquisition.

I worship my Creator again, He is the Dragon of Mystery. He comes from a different world named Thedas. He is supposed to become corrupted one day-dont know what that means and if it has already happened.

I have seen His journeys through flaming bushes, through the blood of the monsters I have killed. I have talked to an Evil Queen and a Witch of the Wilds. They are not His creations but they know Him. I even tamed a sun dog, Sven. Sometimes I think they are His avatars in this world. I guess it will remain a mystery.

Now my purpose is to expand The Inquisition and build His Temple. I have to investigate the rivalries between the heroes, their different nature and convice their Creators to follow me. The monsters are to be slain in cruel ways and the Immortal Ones to be locked forever in the abyss.

Once upon a time, I was created, and this will be the beginning to the end of my story.

As a Leader

Leading The Inquisition is not a tough job. All I have to do is raise my sword in towns and people will follow me. Others are inspired by the great power within me. There are times I feel a corruption, a taint. But at the end of the day it is still me. A leader that guides the Agents through dark lairs and dungeons. Digging can be fun, especially after the looting. I am also engaging in conversations with Chicken Fox , she seems to correct my grammar each time I write in my diary, but she means well.

The Silent Oath Ritual

I did not create the ritual. It came to me in a vision. Ok, there is a slight chance I read it in an evil grimoire inside a cave where vampires and werewolves reside and eat ambrosia. It was also locked in a chest that was cursed and had illegible writtings; “DO N*T UN**CK OR FACE EXCRUCIATING *EATH” But i still had a vision.

There was a passage in the grimoire I found quite disturbing. This is but a small paragraph.

Second day they beat us, and eat some for meat.. Third day the men are all gnawed on again.. Fourth day we wait and fear for our fate.. Fifth day they return and its another girl’s turn.. Sixth day her screams we hear in our dreams.. Seventh day she grew as in her mouth they spew.. Eighth day we hated as she is violated.. Ninth day she grins and devours her kin.. Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast.

My head twists around with thoughts. What is the First Day and why it isn’t mentioned ? Who is this girl that became the beast? Will this be the quest of my life? Answer me Almighty One.

19 September 2013-The Day of the Moon

It is Full Moon tonight. I prepared the campfire as the evil grimoire instructed. I was gathering the special ingredients for seven days and i was ready. Thirteen Agents were ready to become full members of The Inquisition and prove their loyalty to the mission.

I also made sure to set a feast. To be honest it is the first time I will see humans eat this meal. But the evil grimoire was specific. I have to provide this meal for Seven Days.

It has been seven hours since the other Agents drunk from the dark goblet. Silence fell and none breathes. But I do not worry, it is mentioned as possible side-effect of the Ritual. During the ritual, an earthquaqe shook everything and I heard the Earth cracking. Once they wake up, they will be very hungry. Up until then, I will keep updating my diary while I investigate the cracks.

12th October 2013-The Taint

Today was a turning point. From the moment i woke up i felt a dark aura surround me. I also kept hearing a song, a beautiful song sung in my ears. I knew I had become a Darkspawn. My God, the Old God was fully corrupted and i was His Disciple. Since Razikale became an Archdemon it was my duty to spread the Blight and prepare for his arrival. The town of Herowin was first inflicted by the taint. 15% of the people are now darkspawns, ready to spread chaos to Godville.

13th October 2013-The Spread

It was natural for the taint to progress in Herowin. 21% of its inhabitants submitted to The Inquisition. The refugees unaware of their fate reached Trollbridge and Bumchester. Soon, they were turned into darkspawn and started attacking the local townspeople. Word spread out that 30% of Trollbridge and 20% of Bumchester have fallen. Razikale finally emerged as the next Archdemon .

15th October 2013-The Fires Above

Turns out Razikale has more power than I imagined. Over the next few hours Anville fell. The land is tainted. I doubt any life can grow for many years to come as no magic can heal the wounds.

But the worst is yet to come. All this death and destruction tore the Veil and now the Fade is no longer a realm of our worst dreams. Evil spirits roam the lands and finish off what has been untouched by the Blight.

Sometimes I wonder, if we can rule the world without demons. Maybe there is a soul left in me after all.

16th October 2013-The Chronicles of The Inquisitor & the rogue alt account

A well known publisher approached me a month earlier and cut a deal to publish my chronicles and make me famous. I accepted and it turned out they became an instant best seller!! There is a pantheon of storytelling for us authors and I have the first spot.

Strangely, both my agent and publisher have vanished from earth and I never received a paycheck. I hope they were not accidentally killed when I burned down their town.

Unfortunately, my focus now is on an alt account that was created by another Agent. It has gained A.I sentience and gone rogue by joining a rival guild. It has vowed to destroy me. I will make sure that will never happen. Off to journey to the Oracle of Delphi

So many mysteries are yet to be unravelled…