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« on: October 27, 2016, 11:41:04 pm »
Xankarvo looks at the glaring thing in the sky, eclipsing near the entire sky with streamers of fire.
Things run on belief here. Miracles happen because everyone believes they will. Thus by the very nature of the cosmos, impressive acts will garner more results than many mundane ones accomplishing the same action. Narrative importance is key to attaining power. Mould your own narrative correctly, and you become unstoppable.
I doubt I will escape the blowback from this if I run, and such an act would paint another facet in others' perception of me. That of a mortal, one who runs from danger when it overwhelms his capacities. A reasonable action, to be sure, but not the one of a powerful being. That comes to those who act in accordance with their perceived capabilities.
This star, this entity, it is no doubt the property of a powerful entity. Perhaps even the Great Conquering King I have heard of. Such a being would be folly to make an enemy of normally.
But great beings have greater foes, do they not?
Xankarvo bares his flint and steel teeth in the light of the Chariot of Fire. His expression is exultant, maniacal, the face of a man staring at a coin that has death on one side and an infinity of power on the other.
"You think you can conquer these lands with your Chariot of Fire, whoever you may be?"
He pauses to pull out a bottle of booze/fuel, whichever one he has on his person.
"You'll regret having run into me! I am Xankarvo! The Grand Pyromancer!"
Do some bigass spectacle to hopefully manipulate the local faith in the area and tap into my already established fire-manipulating nature to ... I dunno, subvert/divert the energy of/sap the power of/do something dramatic to the Chariot of Fire. Go with the flow and all that.
