The Nameless Village
Vordea made the decision that the time for disguises on who she was was passe, now that she announced her arrival into the Empire. So as she walked down the desert road in the scorching heat, she basked in the heat as she wore her sigil covered black armour, a symbol of who she was, and her disconcerting black squid-like tentacles were quite visible. Nobody would mistake her for anything other than a God, especially with her divine aura not being suppressed in the slightest.
She nearly didn't stop in the first village, until she noticed a small tavern. She knew from visiting Vaust all the time that taverns are the best places to find interesting people, so she stopped walking. The Dwarves in the villages were regarding her with suspicion, likely due to her divine aura, she supposed, but no matter. She walked up to the unassuming sandstone building and noted it was quite worn down, before stepping through the doorway into the tavern.
The man behind the bar was clearly terrified at the mere sight of Vordea, but she paid his mixed facial expressions no mind and sat the closest empty stool, looking expectantly at him.
"Ah yes, w-what can I get for you?" He stammered, working up the courage to speak with Vordea.
"I'll get the best alcohol you have available." Vordea answered, placing a bag of coins on the table. "Don't stop until this bag is empty."
The man nodded and reached under the counter, pulling out an opaque bottle.
"How does Firewater sound?" He asked, opening the bottle and sliding it over to her.
"Perfect." was Vordea's response as one of her tentacles grabbed the bottle and emptied the entire bottle into her open mouth. "Keep it coming."
After several minutes, Vordea couldn't help but notice the other patrons were staring at her, so she decided to have some fun.
"What's the matter? Never seen a God before?" She asked, as the suckers on her tentacles grabbed another bottle of alcohol from behind the bar, to save the bartender the trouble.
"Well... no." The bartender answered.
"Hmph. Suppose not. Well allow me to introduce myself then, I am the only one and only Lady of Chaos Vordea. Anything interesting ever happen around here?"
"Moleman fell down the well a week ago!" One of the drunks at the back shouted, to the laughter of everyone else in the tavern.
"Madam Vordea, this is a tiny village. Nothing happens here." The bartender added. "If you're looking for excitement, best try elsewhere."
"The most interesting things in the world happen when you're having a drink." She answered. "This Empire was founded over some drinks, you know."
The tavern started to quiet down, as they knew a story coming when they heard it.
"What do you mean?" One of the drunks asked.
"I was there, you know. When Thradan Ironhand proclaimed the Empire of Eternal Sand." Vordea continued, telling a half-truth. "Nearly ten thousand years ago now, my how the time flies."
"You met Emperor Ironhand? What was he like?" Another person in the tavern asked.
"A complete fucking idiot." Vordea answered, to the shock of everyone in the tavern. "A word of advice to all of you, rulers are morons. Even me."
"Even you?"
"I'm sitting in a tavern in a village too small to even be named getting drunk on cheap Firewater." Vordea explained, gesturing at the small pile of bottles next to her. "So tell me, what am I doing wrong?"
"You're putting on too big of a show." One of the drunks said with a belch.
Perfect, this is why she came to taverns. Drunks were never scared of her. "How so?"
"You got all your bits on display." He said, gesturing to the tentacles. "We don't need those to know you're a hot shot."
"Okay smart ass, what should I do then?" Vordea asked, slightly drunk herself.
"Well the armour's good!" Another drunk shouted out, to cheers of approval. "Ain't nobody crazy enough to wear black plate mail in the desert!"
"Something more like this?" She asked, as her tentacles retreated back inside her armour, leaving just her human looking body visible.
"Good start!" One of the drunks burped. "Don't need the aura either!"
He had a point. If people are too scared to even talk to her, what's the point of this journey to the south? Perhaps she should do what Agbus likes to do, and walk in mortal guise?
"I'm too regal." Vordea stated to the nods of the many drunk dwarves in the tavern.
Thinking of various avatar options, she realized who would work. Of course it had to be her, Mira Frost, the Last Lord of Carcosa.
"How about this, gentlemen?" Vordea asked, clapping her hands. Instantly, Vordea morphed into Mira. The shoulder length black hair replaced by slightly longer blonde hair, the ominous black armour gone, practical travelling gear in its place. Her sinister red irises were replaced with quite plain blue ones, and her motherly physique became a much more average figure, one of a seasoned fighter.
"Not bad at all." The bartender replied. "If I hadn't seen it happen, I'd say you're just a regular person now. You forgot something though."
"Oh, what's that?" Vordea asked, her signature voice now much gentler.
"You need a weapon." He answered, pointing at your belt. "You aren't dressed like a mage and if people see you punch stuff so hard it explodes it might ruin your disguise."
"I'll just pick up one on the way." Vordea said, waving dismissively. "But my thanks to all of you, this has been very helpful."
Vordea held out her hand and one of her black gauntlets appeared in it. She set it down on the tavern counter and smiled. "Think of this as a gift and a promise. This is a piece of my unpierceable divine armour, and one of the oldest artifacts in the universe. Any divine mage who gazes upon this will know the significance of it immediately. Just leave it on your tavern counter."
"What's the promise?" The bartender asked as he eyed the gauntlet on the counter.
"That I will return when I finish my quest." She said, still smiling. "Goodbye for now, my friends."
Vordea left the tavern to shouts of goodbye, and looked around. Yes, perhaps this was better. To travel not as Vordea, but as Mira. Who would expect an adventurer to be a God, after all? The Imperial Visa was simple enough problem to solve of course, she merely pulled it out and glared at it until the letters rearranged themselves. Satisfied, she put it back in her pocket and continued on her way down the dusty road.