But, as he embraced them both, he knew that they were proud of him, that they knew he was not weak and that had grown since they had last seen him.
He was no longer Corvek, the naive noble's son with a sickly tinge and a free heart that saw the good of others.
He was Corvek, the worlds greatest alchemist, who had touched upon what it was to be a living God and come back a man, the man who could bring the dead back to life, but never did unless they wished to come back, who could rule the world with his new, fleshy city, but didn't want it because he was happy just looking after people, who could create life, but didn't abuse it because he was responsible and careful with his power.
He was Corvek, the warrior Lord, who had stopped entire armies with a single strike of his ooze filled flower pods and captured entire regiments with his many mouth-like psudopods, only to not hurt them because they were just doing their jobs and were mostly conscripted against their will, instead making them citizens if he could, the man who had been the heart of a creature so large it covered miles and miles of land, and had lived in harmony with it, despite it having its own will and was the only man who would ever be its master.
He was Corvek, the leader of the cult of Corvek, who did only good and protected the innocent, who’s shields upheld the law and who's shoes trod many paths by now, from the heart of his home country, to the furthest reaches of the northern plains, spreading his words as if they were holy scripture, but that was never forced and never preached, only the simple, gentle words of 'Be kind to others' and 'free healing for all'.
He was Corvek, the king of Stoneheart. A man who left home to learn, and instead ended up running a bastion of knowledge, understanding and learning within a dark, ignorant and vicious world.