Hero

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Lolsnim 539

level 123

Frabjous!

Age 9 years 5 months
Personality gentle
Guild Black
(blackest)
Monsters Killed about 728 thousand
Death Count 235
Wins / Losses 11 / 12
Temple Completed at 04/20/2016
Ark Completed at 11/18/2017 (459.5%)
Pairs Gathered at 01/19/2020
Book Written at 10/22/2023
Souls Gathered 29.96%
Savings 25M, 67k (83.6%)
Pet Battlesheep Cupil
Boss Escargolem with 72% of power

Equipment

Weapon brain freeze ray +136
Shield big book of self defence +136
Head compound bow tie +136
Body trenchcoat of arms +136
Arms ham fists +134
Legs rocket skates +136
Talisman vital sign +134

Skills

  • street magic level 138
  • peace enforcement level 128
  • glance of Kaa level 120
  • strong brow level 119
  • quantum fireball level 117
  • sticky fingers level 115
  • selfish interest level 114
  • iron vortex level 112
  • pathological honesty level 105
  • tin throat level 90

Feats

  • ⓶ Feed hungry tribbles with regular ones
  • ⓶ Deliver both a wanted monster and a wanted artifact within one day
  • ⓵ Die to a monster and lose 15k gold

Pantheons

Might1811
Templehood16124
Mastery1544
Taming3009
Survival2167
Savings1523
Creation3113
Arkeology1286
Catch1360
Wordcraft1116
Soulfulness1142
Unity162
Popularity115
Duelery295
Adventure268

Achievements

  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Freelancer, 1st rank
  • Martyr, 1st rank
  • Saint, 1st rank
  • Savior, 1st rank
  • Scribbler, 1st rank
  • Shipwright, 1st rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank
  • Scientist, 3rd rank
  • Soulcatcher, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Using her notes of the Christian God’s method, Nimslol used clay to sculpt a hero in her own image. Then, she shook her head. Her champion couldn’t fight efficiently with soft ample curves and long flowing locks. So she began shifting the clay into more useful shapes, making the hero a complement to her.

She began by carving away softness that bounced and jiggled to produce muscles that would ripple and bulge. She elongated the limbs so the hero could reach things on traders’ shelves instead of asking a nearby customer. She scooped clay from the chest to give her hero more traditionally male bits and pieces. The long vines of hair were replaced with moss that wouldn’t get caught in closing doors and such.


Satisfied, the goddess breathed life into her creation. He opened his eyes and she smiled. Then, he began to speak. Her heart sank when his words reminded her that she’d neglected to give him a bountiful brain.

“Ah, well,” she murmured, setting him on his path. “At least life will teach you what you need to know. Now go and glorify me.”