...thus ends the illustrious career of an absurdly promising dark elven beastfighter. While fighting the cat lord, I got the great idea to zap him with a wand of death. I was not familiar with wands of death and there was no wiki page for them. I was actually winning the fight and would have him beat with a few more blows, with several more healing potions to spare. But I decided to finish off in style and busted out that wand. I was about to use it for the first time... standing two squares away from a wall.
He was born on the day a falling star killed the village elder. He discovered seven league boots in the UD and had stumbled upon an amulet of life-saving just before Dwarftown. He had a bunch of unidentified rings that he IDed after learning to read from the potion of literacy and among them were -- of course -- two rings of ice. He came across almost half a dozen shops and numerous lawful altars. He was precrowned with some useless weapon, but was crowned just in time for the ToEF with Nature's Companion(!) Literally everything that could have gone right went right.
After ToEF I was starting to get my hopes up. I got my first victory (with a compatriot dark elven archer) after 15 years of play last week, and I thought I was headed toward the astronomically unlikely achievement of a second consecutive victory after not winning for 15 years. Of course, TB/RNG/my stupidity had other plans.
I think I'm going to take a break until Steam.