Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24001601-20140909234838/@comment-29458028-20140915143255

The wraiths reformed into Xiucoatl's sword (This is unbreakable lel), which wasn't damaged in any way. Xiuhcoatl gave a laugh as icy tendrils, shaped like ice wraiths, extended from his back, wrapping around him in defence, some others ready to strike. He said "so, a man who licked Hermaeus' tentacles for power calls me a mutt. What is he?" (The superpower seems very lovecraftian, so Mora it is)

"My name is not important, false god. Some things do not have true names.  Daedra especially. My name, form, everything, is just a limitation of your mind. You draw power from a medium, I draw it from the infinities of Oblivion. The cold which extends from me permeates all."

Xiuhcoatl stood at the top of an icy cliff, formed from his powers.

(It isn't so much Xiuhcoatl talking now as is his true persona, which is repressed. He loses sanity and emotion in this form.)