Hero

Dean Sam Winchester

level 111

1 Keleios 2 rule them all

Age 12 years 10 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 482 thousand
Death Count 77
Wins / Losses 138 / 67
Temple Completed at 04/07/2012
Ark Completed at 11/11/2014 (254.7%)
Twos of Every Kind 420m, 524f (42.0%)
Savings 15M, 748k (52.5%)
Pet Blind gorgon Snuffles 16th level

Equipment

Weapon piece maker +123
Shield blame deflector +123
Head eleven-gallon hat +121
Body welding dress +121
Arms spiral galaxy arm +121
Legs sneakers of suspicion +122
Talisman tiki idol +122

Skills

  • clinical strike level 123
  • street magic level 119
  • swear-o-matic level 114
  • brain dilution level 113
  • poisoned kiss level 107
  • eye scream level 106
  • opacity control level 105
  • spoon-bending level 102
  • lucky hoof level 101
  • electrostatic discharge level 92

Pantheons

Gratitude233
Might3426
Templehood675
Gladiatorship2057

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

“It was a stupid idea to begin with. I would be told that many, many times as I got to know the Deity I accidentally pledged my life, love, and loyalty to. What am I talking about? Well, it all started when I decided to take a nap. Who’d have thought that it would result in a life altering experience? …Certainly not me.”

Isangelous appeared unto Dean Sam Winchester as a bright ball of burning fire. She promised him glory and eternal life, should he choose to be her disciple. Having had a few beers and unable to think of a reason not to, he agreed.

“A few beers? I got kicked out of the tavern because I broke the nozzle off and started chugging. Hey, I wasn’t going to lose that dare! I put GOLD on that dare! …I lost.”

When he regained consciousness, he was lying in a pile of hay and was clutching a smoking feather. Unable to remember any action of the past few hours, he searched his pockets and discovered a rolled up parchment tucked in his pants. Upon opening it, he was unable to make heads nor tails of it, and promptly threw it away. He stumbled out the barn he had passed out in and smacked into the side of a cart, resulting in a unflattering K.O. He awoke in a morgue, naked and alone on a cold slab of stone. At first he was certain he was dead; but upon leaping up he tripped and fell, giving him a bloody nose. Taking it as proof he was alive imagine his surprise when with a poof, the parchment was back in his hand. He opened it, disturbed beyond measure and still nursing a rather frighting hangover. The text had changed, he could now understand it. It read “You are hereby bound by contract to serve the Goddess Isangelous. Congratulations on your first resurrection!”

“I knew then that something had gone horribly wrong. I had heard about it happening to others, but never imagined I’d be roped into some sort of crazy…OW! I mean, this was the best moment of my life.”

He never saw Isangelous, but her presence was always with him, a warm feeling in his chest. Sometimes he would even hear her voice. Sometimes the voice would be quiet, and he would begin to doubt his sanity. Then a (sometimes painful) event would occur, reassuring him of her definitive existence. So begins the pilgrimage of DSW. He travels out of town, curious to see what mysteries the world of his Goddess hold. Almost immediately, he is ambushed by a man eating plant and dies.

“In my defense, it smelt a lot like beer. How was I supposed to know it was carnivorous? I didn’t even know what that word meant! My Goddess made that word show up for DAYS after, and if I didn’t recognize it, she zapped me!”

Awakening on a temple floor, he has an epiphany. The world is a cruel place. He couldn’t survive alone, he needed help. He needed someone to finish off monsters, stop traders from ripping him off, and show him how to use the weapon he had purchased. So in the time between questing, he searched the towns for friends. He looked at the butcher shop. No friends. He looked at the barbers. No friends. He looked at the bar. Jackpot! Tons of friends! Except he had no memories of them the next morning. He was forced to give up then, as his Goddess demanded him to build a temple in Her name out of gold. Mining was not his area of expertise, and the miner school had burnt down earlier in the year due to a flammable burp from a hero’s pet double dragon. So he would have to pay for it himself. He tried to sell himself, but it seemed no one could afford him. He found the easiest way to make money was to ask around and see what favors people needed. Along the way he would find himself forced to fight for his very life, monsters roamed plentiful throughout the lands. His numerous quests took him places others could only dream of. Unfortunately, all he could dream of was someone to share it with.

He befriended a few of the less vicious monsters, and they journeyed together till their time passed. They took away some of the loneliness, but he wanted more. His search continued. With his last hopes fading, he found himself on a desolate mountain. Rounding the other side, he discovered something amazing. An entire chain of mountains spread out before him, each covered with the most brilliant of architectural designs he had ever seen. He had discovered the tasteful buildings belonging to the guild known as “Slaves to Armok.” Delighted, he hurriedly finished his current quest and traveled to Godville as fast as his rather finicky pet, Behemoth allowed. It was easy enough to find the guild’s headquarters, it being one of the largest out of all of them. Eagerly, he signed up and became a follower. Sitting around campfires with his new-found friends he was told fearsome stories of ferocious monsters that could only be defeated with the help of other heroes and heroines.

Through the extremely awkward moments…

Dungeons are DSW favorite thing to do, besides drinking, sleeping, goofing off… okay, he has a lot of favorite activities. However, his Goddess sometimes pushes him into a dungeon at the most inopportune moments. Like yesterday, he had been trying to teach Felix a new trick, when he fell through a hole in the ground that had suddenly appeared. DSW was knocked unconscious for a few hours. Awakening, he could see nothing. He felt all his limbs, but everything seemed to be in the right place…This time at least. Something furry brushed against his leg and he let out a muffled shriek. The “something” growled and touched him again, but this time he realized it was Felix and sighed. Glancing in the direction he assumed was upwards, He sent up a quick prayer for some light. He waited, but nothing happened. Grumbling to himself he decided to try and light a fire. Luckily there was a torch in his bag, if he could find where he dropped it. He got on his knees and began feeling around somewhat cautiously. After a few minutes he managed to feel the rough fabric of the knapsack. Reaching inside, he found the torch. It was at this point he realized he didn’t have any matches. Crouching, he held the torch out in front of him and sent another prayer. A loud belch came from his right and fiery light made him close his eyes. When he opened them again, the torch was burning brightly and Felix was looking quite content. Unsure of the involvement of divine influence, he said another quick prayer just to be safe. Looking around, he realized he could not climb back up to the hole he fell through. He was trapped in a cavern without any means to escape. He decided to advance deeper into the crevices and hope that one of the many tunnels would lead to the surface. He stumbled upon a group of other heroes, who looked just as confused as he was. They decided to team up, after all who would possibly mess with them?…

20:40: Opened a bottle hoping for a genie. Found some booze instead. Wish granted.

4/7/12 13:18 Carefully placed the last brick, swept all the rooms, and opened all doors and in a stately manner cut the ribbon with my sword. I can’t believe it finally happened! After these many months of work, the temple in your name is finished, my Lady! I feel crazy with happiness.

11:58 The Battle Toad turned stark white, looking at my smug self-righteous attitude. I can never seem to tell if that’s out of fear or rage.

Level 90. 5/21/14 10:00 AM Pain wracks my body. I scream as golden light pours from every inch of my skin. I don’t think my clothes fit any more. Wait, was that a miracle, or did I regenerate? What do you think, Felix, my faithful companion?

All hail Isangelous! PTTS!

Due to his experience in losing pets, DSW has become quite the taxidermist. You can observe much of his work in the Temple of his Goddess.

Felix: Sun Dog

Behemoth: Rocky Raccoon

Behemoth: Dandy lion

Stitch: Solar Bear

Sven: Heffalump

Felix: Philosoraptor (Still kickin’)

This is a work in progress. Last time updated : 07/01/14