Now you look through the window of greatness and toward ultimate power. Small cities and regions know your name. Royals and overlords seek you out, and the dwellers in other realms watch you through tale and song. Whether for your vows or for your comfort, you pursue challenges requiring powerful magicks. Your weapons might have names, authority beyond only their edge or heft. Your armor or cloak, your cap or boots--much of what you have now cannot be easily replaced. You call storms, face armies, break bread with heroes (or villains). You march toward whatever most of the world flees.
