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Alexandria235

level 81

There Is No Spoon! 丯

Age 8 years 11 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 231 thousand
Death Count 139
Wins / Losses 85 / 37
Temple Completed at 07/07/2016
Ark Completed at 02/13/2018 (168.9%)
Twos of Every Kind 312m, 358f (31.2%)
Savings 7M, 303k (24.3%)
Pet Double dragon Stubby 17th level

Equipment

Weapon atomizer +91
Shield insanity plea +89
Head comb-over +90
Body blackhawk down jacket +91
Arms spiral galaxy arm +91
Legs system reboots +91
Talisman life insurance +90

Skills

  • somersault squatting level 69
  • steel finger level 67
  • teeth gnashing level 67
  • battle chess level 59
  • liana-eyebrows level 57
  • bad breath level 54
  • drunken rampage level 54
  • knight's move level 51
  • Cheshire smile level 47
  • mountain moving level 39

Pantheons

Gratitude3888
Might11847
Templehood18753
Gladiatorship3673

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

Intro:
The story of Alexandria is one of a struggle against the very forces of nature that conspire to bring balance between life and death, good and evil, light and darkness.

One day a group of monks was pacing through the halls of an ancient temple when a sudden flash of lightning and fire erupted from the ground before them. After the smoke and searing heat had cleared away, they found a young girl clad in only seared strips of fabric lying unconscious on the stone floor. By the look of her, she had to be barely out of her teen years, but she had enough scars for a lifetime on her seemingly lithe flesh. Her face was beautiful if you could look past the scars, unfortunately, few had that talent. She was covered in shallow woundson her arms and legs, all bleeding lightly. The monks took her to a bed chamber cleaned her up, dressed her, and nursed her back to health until the day she awoke.

Chapter One: Coming to Faith

As she looked around the bare cell, the girl was certain of two things. The first, that her name was Alexandria. She didn’t know how she knew it, only that that name was the only one that meant herself. And the second, that she was not alone in the room, she knew this because she could feel a soft stare pointed at her very soul.

That stare belonged to the young nun, called Sister Nathalie, who had been tending her just before she had awoken. The gentle gasp that followed a moment later confirmed her presence, a reaction to the motion of the girls face. Within a few seconds, the nun came into Alexandria’s view. The nun’s young and beautiful face was set with a pair of vibrant green eyes that looked determinedly at the girl on the bed. She quickly set her hand against the girl’s face and felt that her temperature was within an acceptable range. She stroked her hand down to the girl’s cheek and spoke for the first time since her brothers in the temple had left her to care for the girl. “How do you feel?” She asked in a gentle tone.

Alexandria opened her mouth to respond but found her throat too dry to make a sound greater than a weak wheeze of air. She reached for her throat and mouthed the word “water.” Nathalie got up and filled a cup with water that had recently been drawn from the well just outside the temple. She brought the cup to Alexandria’s dry lips and tilted it slightly so she could quench the desert in her throat. When she had enough she lifted her chin to tilt the cup back and cleared her throat. “Thank you” were the first words from her recently wettened lips.

“Where am I?” the girl asked.

Nathalie told her “This is the temple of Seth. The god of death, resurrection, and reincarnation. You appear to have been recently resurrected. Your body is obviously one of a fallen warrior hence the scars and wounds. Do you remember your name?”

“Alexandria. That’s about the only thing I can remember. Wait, there was something else. My sword. Where’s my sword?”

Nathalie looked confused. “There was no sword with you when you appeared. You barely had shreds of cloth to cover you. Perhaps you can take a sword from our armory, we use it to defend the temple in case it is attacked.”

“That’s a very generous and lovely offer but my sword is very important to me. It was given to me by my father who had used it to fend off the murauders who attacked my town and killed my mother.”

“Perhaps you will find the sword when you truly need it.” Nathalie offered.

“Perhaps. I will need a weapon when i go out to find it, so it seems I’ll need to take you up on that offer anyway.” Alexandria said.

“Plenty of time for that later, first rest and allow yourself to become more fully healed.” The nun mused.

“Fair enough” the young warrior said. and she lay back down to return to her dreams.

Chapter Two: Memories

As she lay down to sleep, the memory flashed in her head. He had been captured by the attackers and he stole it off of one of them. Fueld by fear and anger and dispair he killed thousands of the attacking men to free her and the survivors. The more blood it was soaked in the brighter it glowed and the more easily it seemed to cut. When he gave it to her, before she went out to make her way in the world, he told her about it’s enchantment. That the more lives taken by it, the more powerful it becomes.

When she first took hold of it, she grabbed it awkwardly and the blade scraped over her skin. It was hot. When she looked at her arm she found these words burned into her skin: “He who weilds this sword regaurds his life not as his own, but as mine to serve my purposes. In return my power will be granted to the user and will transform his life into greatness.” Curiously she had tentatively touched her arm and found that the skin was not in pain at the site of the burn. She then touched the blade and found it cool. Accepting the message burned into her arm, she found herself drawn to run her finger over the razor edge. This drew blood and caused the blade to glow. She had imprinted upon it.

She then went off to make her way in the world and the sword fulfilled it’s promise, she had become sucessful in life and a powerful warrior. Many times had the sword saved her from near demise and turned the tide of a battle. Many monsters and opponents had fallen by her blade. Finally she had come up against a foe who she could not defeat. In her last act of desparation, she slashed herself with dozens of shallow cuts to awaken the power of the blade and managed to neutralize the foe temporarily. As she was about to pass out from blood loss she dropped the sword and expeirienced a bright flash.

She jolted awake. It was now the middle of the night.