4/1/16
Pawn of the Malevolent Morcreus. Hailed hometown hero from a faraway land that hasn’t hailed her in years. Evil, vile, stoic… a trained pet rock if there ever was. This here is the petty underling of a lesser God.
And…
She has absolutely no clue what she’s doing.
Andronika, the warrioress. The favored champion of Morcreus the Unknown, is a near-sighted, fisheyed, titanic amazoness from Croyden. With absolutely no resolve of her own she flails about recklessly crosst the countryside. Her only purpose to drink and cause as much havoc as possible in the name of her would-be patron.
She is a renegade without direction, trampeding across the wastes and dunes of the deserts of Godville with her trusty, derpy, dopey, dilapedated companion ‘Spot’. A truly idiotic duo if there ever was one.
Andronika will, without a doubt, suffer any ailment for ale. Any conundrum for coin. Any peril for pleasure. She is undoubtedly a sight to behold, for a short period of time, of course.
Her current course is unwritten. Death lies in her future, trouble in her path, gold bricks occaisional, – whatever she finds she will fu-..
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10/16/19
After 1,687 days of existence, the malignant-tumor-turned-benign-spud Andronika managed to acquire 1,000 golden bricks for her Leige’s Not-So-Benevolent temple. The roof tops of Godville echoed with the sound of silence as yet another God ascended meagerly to the stature of Templehood rather than long-distance Sugar Daddy.
Hark, say the crier, for her tales are not yet at end.
After 4 years and 7 months of questing,
the peon’s prayers have yet offend’.
Nay Andronika, ye might not rest.
Ye’r to build an Ark, and til time as then,
You may not rest, ’til voyage send.
‘Til next Morcreus deems worthy the scribe’s clay, this terrible poet and deity, bids you all, good day.