Mr. Bird performs a cursory examination of the godlike chap what got himself stabbed.
"Say! That looks quite painful there. Is it going to last, do you think? Or are you likely to reassemble at a point when nobody's looking? I'm a little new to this theomechanics business, you see."
Query on whether being the Most Beautiful applies to this guy by default or necessarily by belief - would him being called and known by that name maintain his beauty? Can you maintain a subjective thing like that? Or does that mean that he shifts to match the eye of the beholder? If that's the case, is it possible that he could turn into a rather wonderful-looking bearded vulture if none of these other yobs were watching?
"It depends upon what my people think of me. Their notions of beauty are rather unique, wouldn't you say?"
"I'd offer to help, but my power works off of sacrifice, and at the moment I've nothing and no one I'm willing to destroy. Instead, I would like some answers, seeing as the present threat is over. Who was that? I'm currently assuming he was some sort of herald for the Great Conquering King that I've previously heard mention of as having built the Hellway. You evidently have some sort of history with him?"
Yep, more questions.
"Herald? Hm. Assassin more like. I think, in reality, that might have just been a junior cartographer. Star-teller maybe. The King seems to have very little faith in me anymore. Then again, he underestimated me by only a slight degree" He looks down at his injuries. "I should be thankful that my people believe me harder to kill than I thought. But it is telling. Had he considered me enough of a threat to send something more dangerous than some lower courtier, I doubt I would have survived. New plans must be drafted for the future."
Continue tagging along. Maybe acquire a crutch.
You find a bit of stick to lean on.
((There were only superficial similarities. The burning was of his opponent, and it was powered by his song and that of the tribes. His song ground their enemies to dust and all that. The fact that his arm got burnt off is more because of him protecting his people from those star bombs the Herald fired.
Ultimately his powers are based around song and myth he nurtured in the tribes, and mine seem to be forming into an exaggerated form of thermodynamics - I take energy out of one thing and put it into another.))
((You seem to be the only character who is developing any sort of skill, talent, or strength.))
He's been working hard to do so. Admittedly, you actually do have one now, though it might not be terribly obvious.
Exit the foetal position, come out of hiding and look around.
Give the cat a big hug to express my joy at his (and my, for that matter!) continued survival.
((Fakeedit: We're just Xan's entourage. 
))
You hug the kitty who yells about his leg and then demands to know what happened while simultaneously taking credit for it.
"*sigh*, I don't know what's real anymore."
Lie down on the deck.
You lay down on the deck, resting your head in your arms and staring up at the still stormy sky. Things like this never happened when you were alive.
Ryan hasn't been around long enough to really understand dangers of hot glass, so he bites a piece of it anyway.
After that he goes bother The Most Beautiful and asks in his most innocent tone: "Can I have your heart?"
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You pick up a piece of the cooling glass and gently press it between your teeth. It only takes a few moments for you to recognize it as inedible and toss it away with a reptilian hiss.
"You gonna be okay, buddy?"
Poke prod poke prod
((Dave certainly is gaining respect for Xan's power.))
"In time." He says , pushing himself back onto his feet with some difficulty. "For now, I have to see about my people. It has been a long time since I visited them; renewing their faith in me now would be beneficial to us both, I believe."
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