God was banished. Reason: game rule 2.5 violation

Hero

Devils Grinding Mill

level 61

Pax

Age 8 years 8 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 96 thousand
Death Count 58
Wins / Losses 300 / 405
Temple Completed at 12/07/2015
Wood for Ark 75.6%
Savings 3M, 44k (10.1%)
Pet Grounded hog Timon 4th level

Equipment

Weapon kaboomerang +74
Shield unconscious armadillo +70
Head helm of overwhelm +72
Body nuclear waistcoat +68
Arms stage hands +71
Legs greaves of bodily harm +68
Talisman strange attractor +68

Skills

  • tin throat level 42
  • oak cloaking level 36
  • poisoned kiss level 34
  • contagious yawning level 32
  • street magic level 31
  • rail-bending level 31
  • opacity control level 30
  • teeth gnashing level 26
  • backyard portal level 25
  • selfish interest level 23

Pantheons

Templehood13173
Gladiatorship1491

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

The Fool

The day Devils Grinding Mill came of age, he wrapped his few possessions in an old fablecloth and set out into the world. Wide-eyed and optimistic, and more than a little drunk, he left the security of the capital to better serve a god he alone knew and loved, the Lord Carl Steenstrup. His faith in Him was simple, innocent even, the plain homespun faith of one who had never known true hardship or faced true danger.

Devils Grinding Mill smiled as he ambled along the path, passing milestones. He whistled at a few birds, all of whom stared at him as if he had said something quite rude. He skipped stones on the river and danced his way along the path. Adventure. At last, he would know adventure. He threw his arms wide, grinning at the sky, and it is said that Carl Steenstrup Himself smiled to see him so full of joy.

Then, as Devils Grinding Mill paid no attention at all to where he was going, he tumbled from a cliff. Legends say Carl Steenstrup then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as if against a headache, saying to Himself that this would be one very long fool’s journey.