Dungeon Sprint DCSS version 0.18-a0-1800-gdc7a371 (webtiles) character file. 800000 dotchan the Severer (level 11, -15/91 HPs) Began as a Demonspawn Gladiator on Apr 23, 2016. Was an Initiate of Makhleb. Demolished by a meat berserker ... wielding a +9 battleaxe (50 damage) ... in the Dungeon (Sprint VIII: "Arena of Blood"). The game lasted 00:00:27 (8 turns). dotchan the Severer (Demonspawn Gladiator) Turns: 8, Time: 00:00:28 Health: -15/91 AC: 10 Str: 18 XL: 11 Next: 71% Magic: 11/11 EV: 20 Int: 10 God: Makhleb [......] Gold: 0 SH: 0 Dex: 12 Spells: 0 memorised, 10 levels left rFire . . . SeeInvis . l - +∞ Axe of Woe rCold . . . Gourm . b - +0 leather armour rNeg . . . Faith . (shield currently unavailable) rPois . Spirit . (helmet restricted) rElec . Dismiss . (no cloak) rCorr . Reflect . (no gloves) SustAt . Harm . (no boots) MR ..... NoTele + (no amulet) Stlth +++....... (no ring) (no ring) @: not resistant to hostile enchantments, fairly stealthy A: horns 1, rough black scales 2, foul stench 1, nightstalker 2, rot immunity a: Renounce Religion You were in the Dungeon. You worshipped Makhleb. Makhleb was noncommittal. You were not hungry. You visited 1 branch Inventory: Hand Weapons a - a +0 war axe l - the +∞ Axe of Woe (weapon) (You found it in the Dungeon) Missiles d - 3 throwing nets (quivered) Armour b - a +0 leather armour (worn) c - a +0 helmet Scrolls k - a scroll of blinking Potions e - a potion of curing g - a potion of heal wounds h - a potion of haste i - 2 potions of magic j - a potion of berserk rage Comestibles f - a bread ration Skills: + Level 10.2 Fighting + Level 16.6 Axes + Level 9.1 Throwing + Level 16.5 Dodging You had 10 spell levels left. You didn't know any spells. Dungeon Overview and Level Annotations Branches: Dungeon (1/1) Altars: Makhleb Innate Abilities, Weirdness & Mutations You have a pair of small horns on your head. You are mostly covered in rough black scales (AC +7, Dex -2). You may emit foul miasma when damaged in melee. You are significantly more attuned to the shadows. You are immune to rotting. Message History A pair of horns grows on your head! Your +0 helmet falls away! You have reached level 11! Your demonic ancestry asserts itself... You begin to emit a foul stench of rot and decay. You hear a shout! The meat berserker rages. You hear a shout! x2 The meat berserker misses you. You hear a shout! x2 The bag of meat appears out of thin air! A bag of meat comes into view. It is wielding a +9 war axe. You hear a shout! The meat berserker hits you with a +9 battleaxe!!! Ouch! That really hurt! The meat berserker looks sick. You hear a shout! x3 The meat berserker hits you with a +9 battleaxe!!! Ouch! That really hurt! You die... ...###... ..###. ........###...... #........_..... ......#....o# ..o...#_.