On one side, facing three dragons and a cloud giant attacking the town. On the other side, four well armed and armored dwarf guards who are angry at me for causing three dragons and a cloud giant to attack the town. I am smol, flying, invisible, and I have a goblin friend ready to jump in and help. Or make a quick exit.
I am good at this.
So. Turns out, when you realize you have the power to defeat interdimensional pollution unicorns, fire/acid/poison-breathing dragons, and cloud giants, and are in possession of two god-crystals that can open rifts in the fabric of space-time, the pitiful mewling of ordinary mortal "government officials" means nothing, and it takes little effort to end them.
I am Basteel Nockear, the Great and Terrible, and this city shall thank me for rescuing them from this sham of democracy and instituting My Divine Will upon them. All shall worship me or be destroyed.
aaaaaaand Pathfinder campaign over!
Oh uh, about that Pathfinder campaign, I talked a bit with the GM and it's very probable my character will have been.. stopped.. by a much more responsible group of revolutionaries. I'm okay with this.
