Hero

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Switchblade

level 64

On my hundred lovely legs

Age 1 year 10 months
Personality cruel
Guild The Forsakens Lament
(follower)
Monsters Killed about 131 thousand
Death Count 56
Wins / Losses 10 / 2
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 55.3%
Savings 2M, 783k (9.3%)
Pet Grounded hog Scratchy 16th level

Equipment

Weapon single-pronged trident +73
Shield questionable content filter +75
Head Honest Abe's top hat +73
Body corduroy ninja outfit +74
Arms suicide watch +71
Legs pair of winged sandals +73
Talisman vanity mirror +73

Skills

  • cri de coeur level 41
  • sober view level 38
  • concrete placer level 36
  • sword-swallowing level 36
  • mass effect level 35
  • steel finger level 33
  • powerful sneeze level 30
  • navel clamp level 29
  • effect of the groundhog level 27
  • Cheshire smile level 25

Pantheons

Might11677
Templehood20174
Mastery5218
Taming4089
Survival927
Savings5249
Destruction492
Arkeology5726
Unity6
Popularity6
Duelery3
Adventure15

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

On my hundred, metal legs, I click and I clack over all in my way. Searching, sampling, crawling, and eating all day. I don’t bother anyone, I just stay alone, for I am heading for a destination, yet where it is, completely unknown.

I saved a man along the way, he was bleeding, gasping, and crying; he spoke of another, much more important than him. Some other creature he loved, but I saw not a soul in sight, except for this man, who laid struggling and dying.

So I used my hundred legs, clacking and crawling, I went up his skin. Into his body, I welcomed myself, around his very bones, his spine, I wrapped my grasping limbs.

Now we both travel, we know not where. He becomes more silent, and I continue eating. But we depend on each other, our minds and our weak bodies we harmoniously share. Though sometimes desolate, in our unknown yearnings, for somewhere we know not where, at least we have each other, and the going has been fair.