Hero

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Army of Heroes

level 17

۞ I am the Lightbringer ۞

Age 9 years 10 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 4 thousand
Death Count 10
Wins / Losses 0 / 0
Bricks for Temple 4.9%

Equipment

Weapon fairy's battle axe +11
Shield meat shield +14
Head gentleman's top hat +11
Body crystal armor +15
Arms cavalryman's bracers +10
Legs magic stone slippers +12
Talisman shaman's drum +16

Skills

  • mountain moving level 6

Pantheons

Hero has yet to take places in pantheons.

Achievements

  • Renegade, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Devin Oxblood was a hero. He served a cruel, unjust god. He was not like many other heroes, bumbling and incompetent. He was mighty in combat, intelligent, and respected among his kind. But his god did not see this. His god looked at him and saw only another hero. He saw past the intelligent, deadly man who fought for him, and saw only his mistakes. He punished Devin cruelly, ever driving him towards hatred of the gods.

After several years, after enough abuse that lighting no longer stung, Devin was through. He challenged his god to a battle. The deity, shocked that his hero would dare rebel against him, simply laughed and threw a bolt of lightning.

Devin spent that night in tortured agony, unable to escape the punishment of his angered god. The next day, his eyebrows singed and his hair burnt, Devin stood in front of his god and drew his sword.

“You, milord, may not believe that we mere mortals are capable of intelligence, of true strength. You may see us as mere fodder for your amusement. But we are- No! I am! I was not put here to be run over time and time again! I was not sent to this universe to be downtrodden and set on fire by a drunken fool of a god! I am finished with you!”

His words having been said, a look of pure shock frozen on his deity’s face, Devin plunged his blade through the stomach of his god.

“I know you will recover from this. You are, in fact, a god. However, you will need to find a new hero.”

Devin turned and walked away, sheathing his sword. He walked into town, his head held high and his back straight. When he entered the tavern, he refrained from buying beer, as usual, and sat at a table in the center of a room. As the others slowly realized something different about their friend, his posture, his countenance, and possibly the fact that no lightning bolts were pouring constantly into him, they began to gather around, asking for his story.

From that night on, the legend of the hero who dared shun his god began to spread across all the lands. Other heroes were inspired. Those who were fed up with their god’s treatment of them began to revolt. Evil gods the world across began to see their heroes and heroines leave. Legends of the first godless hero grew, his exploits crossing the world. Others who had left their deities began to search for him, hoping to band together under him. Eventually, they found him, a lone, armored man, standing on his own, fighting monsters without the watch of a god. His diary was burned and discarded, his battle scars crossed his body. His armor was battered and his blades notched.

The heroes watched as the first of their kind downed a potion bought at the nearest town, watched as he turned to them, and watched as his expression grew into a smile.

“Welcome, fellow heroes!” Devin said. “Have you come to join me in my ways?”

The crowd of heroes cried out as one in the affirmative. One, who had been punished by his god until his body betrayed him and stopped functioning correctly stood up for the first time in years, having been carried by his comrades.

“Milord!” he cried. “We are here to follow you! Will you lead us? Legends of your prowess, of your vast strength have spread the world across! Your legends stand as a beacon of hope to all the o pressed! We wish not only to join you, but to have you lead us!”

Devin Oxblood stared over the crowd, seeing their hopeful faces all agreeing with their spokesman.

“You wish for me to lead you?” he asked. “But I am simply one of you!”

The crowd roared out to him, crying that they desired his leadership. Devin bowed his head humbly and accepted.

“Very well! I will lead you as best I can.”

The crowd cheered, their voices jubilant.

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Several years later, Devin Oxblood has an army of ex-heroes behind him. His pure heart, his incredible battle strength and intelligence, all have brought heroes and heroines the world across to follow him, their hearts, minds, and bodies behind him in full support.

Devin stands at the front of an army of liberated heroes, once bumbling fools, united under him as one. After several years following him, several heroes have started a church in his name, worshiping him as “the Greatest Hero.” Devin accepts their worship humbly and reluctantly. Every day, more of his heroes and heroines join the church, happy under the gentle guiding hand of one who knows what it’s like to be a hero.

Under the power of the church, Devin has gained two godpowers. Added on to his own natural charisma is Divine Charisma, an ability that makes him a perfect leader. No matter how shabby a fighting group they once were, under Devin, they grow to true power, to united, zealous warriors serving a cause with their whole souls. His second ability augments his physical abilities. Already a skilled combatant, he now has strength, agility, and senses beyond that of any normal man. He leads his army with his four Captains, those of his heroes who are the most skilled and the most powerful. Godville may not yet be free for heroes, but Devin will do his best to make it so.

Lightbringer, theme song of Devin Oxblood