godkiller.
thinkin’ about a man, his wings, and his bow. (open full for details!)
there are legends of a man, clad in purple hues, who is not human. they say his steps never falter, that his balance is impeccable and he always lands on his feet. he might have been human once, they whisper as the flickering fire lights up their faces, but he is not anymore. he has horns and a tail and the wings of a dragon. there are many adventurers who hear these stories and scoff, passing them off as children’s tales and fables. There are even more who believe them, to varying degrees and go hunting for this man, this Captain. his bow is the work of a master craftsman, capable of and used to take down a god with a shot to the heart. his arrows always fly true, the stories say, on a breath of lilac. his coat, too, is a work of artistry and skill; embellished with fine embroidery sewn with pure gold thread into fabric made from the Void itself. it moves with him, swirling in a phantom breeze that smells faintly of chorus flowers. his eyes glimmer with ancient knowledge and forbidden history from behind red frames. some people claim they used to be brown. they are not brown now, otherworldly shades that the stories can never settle on describing. they all agree that he has a stare that would stop you dead, a sharpness that only comes from time and experience. the Captain is not a man to mess with, goes unspoken. how the stories know all this is never bothered with, after all- who cares how the facts come out so long as they are true? a zombie, a fox, a wizard, and a blood mage all laugh every time they hear one of the tales. nobody has the heart to stop them, nobody cares enough to warn them of their blasphemy. The Captain isn’t human, all the stories say. He has killed gods, destroyed mortals, and saved a goddess. But in his heart there is still a man, one who cares deeply for his friends and who has learned not to give things up for fancier toys. He doesn’t need them anyways, the stories whisper. His bow was blessed with the last breath of a goddess and the first breath of a god. All hail Captain Sparklez, the Godkiller and the Champion God of Balance
