Hero

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Switchblade

level 62

On my hundred lovely legs

Age 1 year 7 months
Personality vicious
Guild Loverslorn
(master)
Monsters Killed about 120 thousand
Death Count 53
Wins / Losses 8 / 1
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 47.2%
Savings 2M, 399k (8.0%)
Pet Grounded hog Scratchy 9th level

Equipment

Weapon sling of outrageous fortune +72
Shield ultimate defense mechanism +71
Head beanie of elusiveness +71
Body central parka +72
Arms awkward paws +72
Legs knickerbockers of glory +70
Talisman server patch +71

Skills

  • cri de coeur level 39
  • concrete placer level 35
  • thumb beating level 35
  • sword-swallowing level 33
  • mass effect level 30
  • steel finger level 29
  • powerful sneeze level 27
  • effect of the groundhog level 27
  • strike of the rabbit level 27
  • Cheshire smile level 24

Pantheons

Might12945
Templehood20174
Mastery5627
Taming5891
Survival1067
Savings5498
Destruction271
Arkeology6007
Duelers142
Unity551
Popularity37
Duelery67

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.