Dungeon Sprint DCSS version 0.18-a0-1655-ge2d8d33 (console) character file. 13900000 sorlin the Axe Maniac (level 27, -201/339 (341) HPs) Began as a Demonspawn Berserker on Mar 30, 2016. Was the Champion of Makhleb. Annihilated by a fleshlord ... wielding a +9 great mace (263 damage) ... in the Dungeon (Sprint VIII: "Arena of Blood"). The game lasted 00:12:49 (139 turns). sorlin the Axe Maniac (Demonspawn Berserker) Turns: 139, Time: 00:12:49 HP: -201/339 (341)AC: 7 Str: 20 XL: 27 MP: 0/54 EV: 38 Int: 9 God: Makhleb [******] Gold: 0 SH: 0 Dex: 23 Spells: 0 memorised, 80 levels left rFire . . . SeeInvis . j - +∞ Axe of Woe rCold + . . Gourm . b - +0 animal skin rNeg . . . Faith . (shield currently unavailable) rPois . Spirit + (no helmet) rElec . Dismiss . (no cloak) rCorr . Reflect . (gloves unavailable) SustAt . Harm . (no boots) MR ++... NoTele + (no amulet) Stlth +++++++++. (no ring) (no ring) @: lethally poisoned (-201 -> -201), very resistant to hostile enchantments, incredibly stealthy A: claws 3, rugged brown scales 3, cold resistance 1, icemail, robust 3, magic shield, magic regeneration, magic link, freezing cloud immunity a: Minor Destruction, Lesser Servant of Makhleb, Major Destruction, Greater Servant of Makhleb, Renounce Religion You were in the Dungeon. You worshipped Makhleb. Makhleb was exalted by your worship. You were not hungry. You visited 1 branch Innate Abilities, Weirdness & Mutations You have claws for hands. You are completely covered in rugged brown scales (AC +3, +7% HP). Your flesh is cold resistant. A meltable icy envelope protects you from harm (AC +0). You are extremely robust (+30% HP). When hurt, damage is shared between your health and your magic reserves. You regenerate magic rapidly. When low on magic, you restore magic in place of health. You are immune to freezing clouds. Skills: O Level 27 Fighting O Level 27 Axes O Level 27 Throwing O Level 27 Armour O Level 27 Dodging O Level 27 Stealth O Level 27 Unarmed Combat O Level 27 Spellcasting O Level 27 Invocations You had 80 spell levels left. You didn't know any spells. Inventory: Hand Weapons a - a +0 hand axe j - the +∞ Axe of Woe (weapon) (You found it in the Dungeon) Armour b - a +0 animal skin (worn) Potions d - a potion of curing f - a potion of haste {!q} g - a potion of magic {!q} h - a potion of berserk rage {!q} Comestibles c - a bread ration {!e} Message History The accursed points at you and mumbles some strange words. Something smites you! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * A hill giant and Edmund come into view. The large bag of meat shouts! The Defiler shouts! You slash the accursed! You butcher the accursed messily. You destroy the accursed! Makhleb accepts your kill. You feel extremely nervous for a moment... You feel clumsy. You feel your dexterity returning. You slice the bag of meat!! You chop the bag of meat into pieces. You kill the bag of meat! Makhleb accepts your kill. You feel better. You hear a shout! x2 The eight-headed meat hydra calls on the powers of darkness! The eight-headed meat hydra convulses! The bag of meat convulses! x4; Your body is wracked with pain! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * The bag of meat convulses! x2 You hear a shout! The accursed gestures at you while chanting. Something smites you! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * You hear a shout! x6 A bag of meat comes into view. It is wielding a +9 war axe. You take 41 damage. You slice the bag of meat!! You fatally mangle the bag of meat. You kill the bag of meat! Makhleb accepts your kill. You feel better. You hit the bag of meat but do no damage. You pulverise the bag of meat into a thin bloody mist. You kill the bag of meat! Makhleb accepts your kill. You feel better. You feel sick. You hear a shout! The accursed casts a spell at you. Something smites you! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * The eight-headed meat hydra calls on the powers of darkness! The eight-headed meat hydra convulses! The bag of meat convulses! Your body is wracked with pain! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * The bag of meat convulses! The fleshlord convulses! The bag of meat convulses! x2 The accursed points at you and mumbles some strange words. Something smites you! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * The fleshlord hits you with a +9 great mace!!!!! Ouch! That really hurt! You die... .. ..... #.. ...# #.%. ...# . .###... M..###. ......%%###.DW... #.. %.%.%_oW... .... #..%))# ..... #_%