Hero

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Athlon

level 54

Here, have some chocolate

Age 8 years 11 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 71 thousand
Death Count 59
Wins / Losses 169 / 315
Temple Completed at 11/15/2015
Wood for Ark 43.6%
Savings 1M, 564k (5.2%)
Pet Prancing pony Koda

Equipment

Weapon Schrödinger's catapult +64
Shield shield of dreams +65
Head horns of a dilemma +63
Body tectonic plate mail +61
Arms noodly appendages +64
Legs feet of strength +63
Talisman collar of duty +63

Skills

  • clinical strike level 29
  • forced generosity level 29
  • swear-o-matic level 29
  • rays of love level 27
  • Cheshire smile level 26
  • exhaust of the dragon level 25
  • opacity control level 24
  • effect of the groundhog level 24
  • poisoned kiss level 23
  • tin throat level 18

Pantheons

Gratitude3486
Templehood12857
Gladiatorship3864
Storytelling118

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

Prologue – The War of Heaven

Long before humans walked on the face of the Earth the Universe was in darkness. Echoes of insanity called forth from what would become to be known as The Void, an endless Sea of Chaos that stretched forth for eternity. It shimmered like glass, some how sparkling in the pitch dark; from it radiated power like no one had seen. None witnessed its creation nor would anyone witness its destruction.

But even in the cold silence light could burst forth; the first beings to enter this Universe; the Gods. They were beings of the Divine with powers that could change the world as they saw fit. Personifications of their elements, masters of the world. They shaped the planets and the stars, their very presence bringing life to the worlds they passed by. With a stretch of their hands they could flare stars, with a flicker of their mind they could extinguish entire galaxies. Their strength was unparalleled and wisdom unfathomable. Their society grew into a Kingdom, a world shaped for their own needs. They had no physical body, rather they were an accumulation of their Divine power; a being made from psych alone. Yet when it pleased them to stroll amongst their creation they could condense their essence into anything they deemed fit. The world they created themed with luscious greenery and was filled with life in the air, on the ground and under the dark waves of the seas. The Gods resided in every corner of this planet, from the cool rainforest down into the deepest depths of the ocean and to the highest points in the sky. This truly was a home fit for the First Immortals of Creation.

Peace lived amongst them, war never seen before; death untold and unknown. But all good things must come to an end. For they were not the only things to come forth from Chaos.

Just as the Gods had risen, with the darkness clutching to them as their consciousness came into being, monsters also rose forth. The shaping of the Universe through the Divine awoke these monstrosities. The shaking of The Void called forth abominations, some so vast, so large and so powerful that some outclassed even the Gods themselves. They could swallow suns whole and destroy planets by flying into them. They could rip reality apart and let trickles from the Sea of Chaos enter, destroying entire galaxies in an instant.

At first it was nothing unmanageable by the All-Powerful Beings. The monsters that first came forth were small critters, easily crushed beneath foot by the Immortals. Yet they grew progressively worse. Soon things that could only be described as demons rose forth. If one were to look upon the Sea of Chaos as those things rose it would have driven them into madness. Tentacles, teeth, claws and wings slowly formed bulges along the dark nothingness. Screams and screeches echoed throughout the Universe signalling an awakening that even the Gods could not hope to stop.

The first death shook every foundation the Gods knew. It forced the Universe to its knees. It appeared that the Gods were not truly Immortal, ageless and powerful perhaps yes; but unkillable? No. It had been a normal day on Artanis, planet of the Gods. His name was Itseka. The beast was as though something had given life to a nightmare; a beast made from the very soil of their world. Ironic was it not? That the monster to begin their destruction came from the very world they had created. Soon its brethren joined, they had no form of thought rather they were driven on primal instincts.

The war lasted millennia and along the way the Gods attempted to create allies. They created experiment after experiment that they helped grow and advance. Amongst these races one came to be called humans on a planet they shaped from mere whim. They walked upon two legs and two arms that help them craft into the world around them. They were weaker than any other race the Gods had spawned yet they were their favorite. They adapted quickly, thought on their feet and learn to change to grow. The humans worshiped their gods, watching as the terrible battle waged across the sky in balls of fire and streaks of lightning that shattered their world. Multitudes died and the Universe was swamped in chaos.

The Gods luminous light flickered, their presence and influence falling back extremely quickly. They fled in every direction possible, away from their world of Artanis. It had been the first world to fall, buildings in flames, atmosphere unbreathable, land untoilable. The very air had become toxic to the gods, the very ground imprisonment. Those that fled remembered the screams of fear as their very essence that surrounded them, their very Divine power, entombed them within their own skin. They could see, they could hear; but they would never move nor would they be able to speak. They were sentenced to wait there for eternity till something destroyed them; encased in their own harden presence. Till this day no one knows why this happens to the Gods, they simply turn into stone. It came to be called Chaos’ Breath. It followed them wherever they went like an inevitable fate with no cure.

Yet after eons of war the Gods finally won. The Gods successfully destroyed the monstrosities that had burst forth from the Sea of Chaos and those they did not destroy ran and hid, fearful of the Gods vengeance.

For those human generations that saw the battle, that lived it as their Gods war became their own; first against monsters that seem to come from the very depths of hell, to their own brethren; they passed down these stories as legends, as myths. The kindness of their gods, the cruelty of others; their trickery, their strength, their love and their power.

But as time wore on the Gods began to regain their power. Though imprisoned within their tombs of stone their minds were very much awake. Lying dormant for eons allowed them to accumulate a sliver of their divinity once more; and so with the hopes of being released from their entombment they snaked out to the mind of mortal humans. Soft whispers in their dreams or the quiet voices along the wind became common as the centuries flew by. And slowly, ever so slowly the Gods began to draw humans to uncage them, but some Gods had been driven mad from the millennia of silence. The mortals, who came to be known as Heroes, suffered their same fate. Driven into insanity because of their Gods influence, cruel beyond belief and diabolical in nature. They were known as the Evil Heroes. Counteracting this were the Gods that had their minds largely intact helped their chosen humans on their path, they became known as the Good Heroes. An eternal war of the divine was waged on the plane of mankind.

Chapter 1 – The First Mortal

My first memory was of a bright blue light bathing me and warmth that spread through my veins. It felt like I was sleeping in fire without being burnt.

My first view was of a bright fiery land that stretched on forever with a dark sky spreading across my head. Twinkling lights above spoke with a stunning beauty that I could only ever hope to touch. Then I began to hear the voices.

They whispered to me, throughout my days as I strolled across the fiery world. It was a constant presence over my shoulder that I could neither condole nor ignore. Touching the back of mind like brushing of feathers against my mental thoughts. It was bearable though; mostly. The pressure did not hinder my daily routines of walking; most of the time, but it was frustrating; like an itch that never goes away and one that you cannot reach. With nothing that could be done I learned to live with it; after all no point crying over spilt milk.

Then eventually I met the origins of that voice.

He has awoken.” the words were loud and powerful, so much so that from the mere hearing of it I felt like I was going to be ripped into pieces. The fire around me that seem to go on for miles flickered as though a great wind rushed over them. I fell to my knees, the presence was overwhelming; like a crushing force that seemed more than capable of eradicating me from eternity.

You are killing him you fool! He is but a mortal.” I felt the presence leave and whoever it was I was grateful, “At least for now

How does he stand in the midst of Jagoon? No mortal can live on the surface of a star.” another whispered, yet even that whisper caused me to stumble back. What were these beings? Seemingly invisible with words that could kill.

He was chosen as ImonTeddy’s Hero. His Divine Patron protects him from harm, and I suggest we do the same least we have an angry War God on our heels.

A chuckle resounded across the stars and in the far distance I watched as some of those twinkling stars I had grown to love snuffed out. It was like as though darkness had consumed them and left nothing but a cold view in its wake.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice unfimiliar to myself, the language I was speaking unknown and compared to the booming voices of Heaven, mine seem pitiful in comparison.

Oh? It speaks.” the voice was mocking, sharp, “What next? Shall it dance for us in jest? What creatures they are, look at them. I do not know why you bother creating such beings Pheuon.

Hush now Isazak, I do not wish for the wrath of a thousand suns.” I was beginning to lose track of who was talking, the only difference in those words were the tone underneath them.

Indeed the power of that God is nothing to trifle with.” the agreement was soft and wary, almost as if the voice was fearful of what would happen; yet that was ridiculous. What being behind that voice had any reason to fear?

Yet I hear there is one Immortal capable if subduing him.” the murmuring was much softer, almost as an afterthought to itself rather than to the host of voices.

I have heard those whispers too.” another confirmed, “Was it not one of the Goddess underneath the Moon affiliation?

Impossible …” the being breathed.

You have obviously not seen the Moon Goddess’ sister! They are more fearsome than the guards of Hel sometimes.” someone was laughing, it was warm and calming yet hinted of a power so great that they could snuff out lives with nothing but their minds.

Under what affiliation does He fall under?” a voice asked the question.

I believe under the Word affiliation.” came an answer. All these terminologies were baffling to my mind, they swirled like muddy water and dulled my senses. Who were these beings talking about? Who were these things talking? Why was I here?

No wonder He is so strong.

“Excuse me …” I meekly asked. I felt so small, so insignificant compared to these invisible voices.

You will not talk until you are talked to mortal.” one of them snapped, at that my body was flung back a good kilometer across the plane of this world. The sense of weightlessness was amazing as I flew through the air, yet the painful jarring as my body collided against the surface was something I could do without. Every bone in my body had snapped upon impact, my neck twisted in a weird angle. My arm was snapped back with something white jutting out. I was curious, my fingers reached out and gently caressed it.

Look! He is a monstrosity! What kind of being does not hurt when it is in that shape? You have no crafted a new race, you have crafted a monster!” the voice thundered again rendering me blind as light exploded above me. I could feel my skin being burnt away, a warm pleasant feeling. I could feel myself being thrown around like a rag doll, hitting the ground with enough force to send limbs flying away as they broke off. Yet strangely enough I could still feel my fingers that were a good distance away.

Fool! He is an experiment! The Unlimited Mortal who will transcend understand.” the sky thundered as a new voice entered, “Leave! Before you kill him.

As you wish High Matriarch.” even though I had no interaction with any other voices except my own, I can tell that it was almost as if that voice was gritting his teeth and leaving.

Send for ImonTeddy. Tell Him his parcel has awoken; and you. Heal this child.

Yes High Matriarch.

My sight came back but my world was made of golden light, brilliant and glorious. It restored my eyesight, I could feel my limbs being reattached and bones mended, organs healed. The power of these beings truly was immense beyond what I could understand.

Speak mortal, I can sense the buzz of your mind. What questions plague you?” the last remaining voice talked to me, it seemed calmer than the rest yet from this I sensed such power than made me feel invisible, if it wanted I had no doubt that this being could wipe me and the entire planet off from the plane of existence into The Void.

“Who am I?” was my first question. I have no name, no identity, nothing to notify myself as. I am a mere conscious being on the face of a star. A lonely person at that, I have had no companionship except the maddening itch at the back of my mind for a period of time that I don’t even know.

You … You have no name. That is for your Patron God to choose.” I could almost feel the musing of those words, the contemplation of how to answer me.

“Where am I?” the world I was in right now was of hard warm rock and flames as far as the eye could see.

You are on a star named Jagoon.” a star? What is that? I heard a sigh.

“What am I?” was the biggest question I had.

Indeed that is a good question. You are the first of your race, the first of your kind this Universe has ever seen.” I felt almost as if the voice was staring at me, “You are the human limiter, everything that limits you will limit your race. Every boundary that you break, your race shall be able to break. Every limit you give yourself … well that becomes a limit for the race.

“Am I monster? I was called a -” I recalled what that one voice had said, boomed rather after it had flung me back like a rag doll.

You were given a unique trait to help you survive against ImonTeddy. You will never die; your Patron God will explain more.” it seemed bored now, almost as if taking care of me was a tedious job.

My eyes caught a flickering in the sky, it looked like a wave of green rolling towards us. I watched as behind it what seemed like a writhing mess of darkness reached for that light, only to be flung away as a blue explosion caught it on the side. The green light disappeared before a beam of sharp crimson pierced through the darkness.

No! Call for Luthia! We need more Gods!” the voice suddenly screamed, the power so strong it flung me back again. This time when I hit the ground I skidded, somehow the voice hadn’t destroyed me yet. I looked to the night sky and watched as the heavens of space erupted from still darkness with their twinkling soots; to an array of colors that spread like paint on a canvas.

NOTE OF THANKS: To a special friend, my ‘BOSS’ coughbscough, for helping me with this story. You are the best =)