Part 1
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.