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Konstant

level 79

kickin it with Guild Name

Age 12 years 9 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 212 thousand
Death Count 82
Wins / Losses 60 / 45
Temple Completed at 08/23/2012
Wood for Ark 45.2%
Savings 5M, 750k (19.2%)
Pet Alpha centaur Toto

Equipment

Weapon chainsaw of events +88
Shield emotional wall +89
Head comb-over +88
Body sacrificial vestment +88
Arms true glove +88
Legs anti-lock brakes +88
Talisman spare rib +88

Skills

  • flying bird level 65
  • steel finger level 62
  • spontaneous combustion level 60
  • radiokinesis level 59
  • mating contact level 59
  • somersault squatting level 58
  • cry of horror level 56
  • self-cloning level 49
  • shiny heels level 46
  • concrete placer level 38

Pantheons

Gratitude2457
Might13035
Templehood1904
Gladiatorship9257
Storytelling423

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

The Hero Konstant And How It All Started.

Sweat trickled down the face of the strong, lean man, his short black hair soaked. He was tired, exhausted. He walked around his opponent always circling. He tried his best to ignore the stench of fresh blood, but that was one feat he could not perform. He was almost out of tricks, and his opponent was a better swordsman. All around him the crowd cheered.

The crowd continued to roar as the men continued on. Both were tired, and they used this time to catch their breathe. Though this was not all that Konstant was doing. No, he was also looking for a weakness, something to give him an advantage. So far he saw none.

As Konstant continued to think, his opponent struck, and Konstant blocked with his sword. The power of the swing almost made him fall back on himself, but his muscles screamed and his arm held. Konstant pulled his sword away and swung over and up, but his sword was blocked. Continuing on the attack, he swung his sword in a crescent motion, aiming for his opponent’s side. Blocked again, both times. But still, he continued on the offense. You could never win with defense.

Swinging his sword up, Konstant then brought it down on his opponents head. At the last second, the champion brought his sword up and parried the blow. He then begun a series of blows on Konstant, all of which the normal man could not defend against. Konstant was never a normal man. As the champion continued to attack, and Konstant continued to defend, the crowd’s excitement grew and grew. Soon you could hear nothing but the screams of the on looking audience. And among all the screams and cheers, you could hear men and women alike cheering on Konstant. The battle drew on, until it was apparent Konstant would lose if he did not do something quickly.

Reaching deep into his brain, Konstant did his best to find a weakness. Thinking hard while he still did his best at defending the oncoming attacks, Konstant thought back to when the champion missed on one of his swings. When he did, it took him a while to recover. Though, Konstant did not suspect that to happen and did not take advantage of it. Now that he thought about it, he decided to test his theory out.

At the next swing, one that that came left and cut up, Konstant stepped to the right, dodging the swing all together. As Konstant thought, the champion stumbled. Taking his chance, Konstant lunged forward with his sword, aiming for the heart. He wasn’t quick enough, and thus his attack failed. Pulling his sword back, he swung his sword downwards, though at the last moment cut to the right and aimed for the sides. Parried. Konstant suspected this, and so he slowly let his opponent gain control of the offense again. Blocking a few swings, Konstant waited for his moment. When the champion tried a long swing horizontally, Konstant ducked and braced himself, at the same time lifting his sword into the “lunge” position. As the Champion’s sword swung above Konstant’s head, Konstant took his chance and again lunged for the heart, this time using what little will power he had left.

The crowd hushed. There was a complete silence as the audience looked with shock and awe at the sight before them. What they saw was nothing short of spectacular. The champion stood up, dislodging his sword from the body of Konstant. Lifting the sword above his head.

The crowd roared…

In Konstant’s last moments of life, he felt warmth in the roar of the crowd… In that warmth he found light and accepted death.

He awoke in a gutter among other corpses. He was beside himself, a living miracle. He thought back at what has happened and immediately grabbed for his chest. No wound, just a scar in its place remained. Then he remembered that strange light and its warmth. It has done this for me… just then the wind stirred and a voice was carried on its breeze, Yes. I did this for you. Who are you, Konstant exclaimed… Only silence was his answer. Konstant thought he was going mad. A few minutes went by, a large cloud came rolling across the sky turning the already dark night darker. The thunder started to rumble and a bolt of light surged from the cloud towards Konstant. Before he had a chance to react, the light struck him. It pulled Konstant high up into the air then started to radiate off him. As he descended back to his feet he knew what must be done.