He keeps his armour in brightest polish, even by the standards of the Hoardkeepers. He also continues to display the imperial aquila in mockery of his former masters. He wears a modified flamer of his own design, rather than shoot flaming promethium, it vomits forth a stream of molten gold supplied by great furnaces affixed to the back of his armour. It covers his enemies in a thick layer of optically pleasing gold as it muffles their dying screams. He often pauses in battle to admire such creations, the best of which he earmarks for future use as statues, the rest he hacks apart and throws back into the furnace to be melted down and weaponized once more, bone, flesh, blood, and gold.
Now fully based.
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