A God of Magic and Secrets

Well considering the frankly ridiculous extent of your abilities it seemed appropriate that you chose the highest title you could think of. While the other gods might balk, and there would definitely be those who would challenge that claim; you found yourself oddly welcoming that prospect. After all what else could be a better test to see how your abilities truly stacked up against the other movers and shakers of the world. Plus it didn't hurt that when you thought of fantasy gods; Vecna from D&D was at the forefront of your mind. You were just kind of a nerd like that. Looking out into the distance at a world that you had only explored in books and games you felt your excitement rise.

"Come at me with everything you got, because I'm not going down unless you bring your A game!" You shouted, the words almost immediately overtaken by a howling gale of wind.

With your boast to the world unheard, and the chill of the frigid air biting deep into your bones you turned your gaze to the snow at your feet. With only a thought words started to appear in the snow. "Michael Hazelton is the God of Magic and Secrets." The moment you were done writing you felt a change occur. A warmth seemed to seep into you dispelling the cold. Your entire body felt as if it were slightly vibrating, shaking as if there was a power within that your body only barely contained. It was in that instant that you heard what sounded suspiciously like voices cut it's way through the wind.

You jerked your gaze away from the holy edict in the snow whipping your head to and fro looking for the origin. Where the hell is that coming from? The voices are indistinct at first, but seems to grow in volume until it seems as if there was a chorus around you. The voices don't make much sense to you as the words overlap into a cacophonous horde. Finding no apparent origin for the voices nearby you quickly realize that you're hearing all of this in your mind. Telepathy... That's pretty sweet! You grin at just another reminder of your power.

I would like to tone it down though. With just that thought all goes quiet as you're left with only your thoughts, and the sound of the wind.

Well now that you had that settled you began to wonder where exactly in Warhammer were you. There were a multitude of mountain ranges in the world after all, and looking out into the surrounding lands gave you no clue as you were too high up. Everything below masked from your sight by a shifting sea of mist, and clouds. Deciding to try another method you close your eyes, and focusing on the steady thrum of power inside of you attempt to focus that power into your eyes. When you reopen your eyes you let out a sharp whistle at the sight around you. The entire mountain is awash with a variety of color that seems to shift chaotically, and eddies around the summit. Okay so now that you activated your WitchSight you were hoping that you could find a clue as to where you were. However after a five minute fruitless search you conclude that you were going to have to cheat a bit.

With nothing but a thought the information rushes into your brain,. Huh I should've guessed...