Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup version 0.24.0-125-gc4c63601f3 (webtiles) character file. Game seed: 14688778820889067519, levelgen mode: deterministic 4791 ttag the Cleaver (level 10, -4/132 HPs) Began as a Minotaur Berserker on Mar 22, 2020. Was an Elder of Trog. Slain by a yak (9 damage) ... on level 1 of the Lair of Beasts. The game lasted 00:34:20 (6649 turns). ttag the Cleaver (Minotaur Berserker) Turns: 6649, Time: 00:34:21 Health: -4/132 AC: 25 Str: 26 XL: 10 Next: 24% Magic: 9/9 EV: 2 Int: 4 God: Trog [****..] Gold: 301 SH: 0 Dex: 9 Spells: 9/9 levels left rFire + . . SeeInvis . C - +0 war axe rCold . . . Gourm . (no shield) rNeg + + + Faith . (armour currently unavailable) rPois + Spirit . (helmet currently unavailable) rElec . Reflect . (cloak currently unavailable) rCorr . Harm . (gloves currently unavailable) MR ..... NoTele + (boots currently unavailable) Stlth +......... (no amulet) HPRegen 0.32/turn x - ring of protection from fire MPRegen 0.11/turn (no ring) @: tree-form, berserk cooldown, starving A: (retaliatory headbutt) a: Berserk, Trog's Hand, Brothers in Arms, Renounce Religion You were on level 1 of the Lair of Beasts. You worshipped Trog. Trog was greatly pleased with you. You were starving. You were a tree. You visited 3 branches of the dungeon, and saw 11 of its levels. You collected 364 gold pieces. You spent 63 gold pieces at shops. Inventory: Hand Weapons a - a cursed +0 trident C - a +0 war axe (weapon) D - a +4 quarterstaff of chaos K - a cursed +4 dire flail Missiles b - 29 poisoned darts e - 253 stones (quivered) A - 2 javelins J - 4 boomerangs Armour h - a +0 ring mail y - a +0 scale mail (melded) E - a +0 cloak (melded) Jewellery x - a ring of protection from fire (left branch) Wands B - a wand of disintegration (8) H - a wand of polymorph (22) Scrolls d - 8 scrolls of teleportation g - a scroll of immolation {unknown} j - 5 scrolls of fear {unknown} k - 6 scrolls of remove curse {unknown} m - a scroll of blinking {unknown} o - 2 scrolls of fog {unknown} p - a scroll of random uselessness {unknown} r - a scroll of noise {unknown} t - 7 scrolls of identify F - a scroll of vulnerability {unknown} M - a scroll of silence {unknown} Potions f - a potion of resistance {unknown} i - 2 potions of heal wounds {unknown} l - 2 potions of magic {unknown} n - 2 potions of haste {unknown} s - 3 potions of might {unknown} u - a potion of brilliance {unknown} w - a potion of flight {unknown} z - 2 potions of lignification I - a potion of degeneration {unknown} L - a potion of ambrosia {unknown} Comestibles c - 5 rations v - 6 chunks of flesh Skills: + Level 8.1 Fighting + Level 12.4 Axes + Level 2.5 Throwing + Level 9.0 Armour + Level 6.0 Dodging - Level 0.2 Evocations You had 9 spell levels left. You didn't know any spells. Your spell library contained the following spells: Spells Type Power Failure Level Hunger Summon Small Mammal Summ #... 50% 1 ##..... Call Imp Summ #....... 65% 2 ###.... Call Canine Familiar Summ #....... 86% 3 ####... Summon Guardian Golem Hex/Summ #....... 86% 3 ####... Summon Ice Beast Ice/Summ #....... 99% 4 #####.. Summon Lightning Spire Summ/Air #....... 99% 4 #####.. Dungeon Overview and Level Annotations Branches: Dungeon (10/15) Temple (1/1) D:5 Lair (1/6) D:10 Orc: D:9-12 Altars: Gozag Makhleb Zin Shops: D:4 * D:7 = Innate Abilities, Weirdness & Mutations ((You reflexively headbutt those who attack you in melee.)) ((You have a pair of horns on your head.)) Message History You feel better. The yak barely misses you. You completely miss the yak. Your headbutt misses the yak. The yak is moderately wounded. The yak closely misses you. You hit the yak but do no damage. The yak is moderately wounded. The yak misses you. Your scale mail prevents you from hitting the yak. Your headbutt misses the yak. The yak is moderately wounded. The yak misses you. You hit the yak but do no damage. The yak is moderately wounded. The yak gores you! * * * LOW HITPOINT WARNING * * * It was a potion of lignification. You turn into a tree. Your +0 cloak melds into your body. Your +0 scale mail melds into your body. Your roots penetrate the ground. The yak gores you! You die... ### #♣#### +