"The Gift continued to evolve. Over time, we became less human and more... Divine. Kain would enter the state of change, and emerge with a new gift. Some years after the master, our evolution would follow. Until I had the honor of surpassing my lord."
—Raziel, Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver.note
The Master is as old as any vampire on record. There's no telling how powerful he'll be if he reaches the surface.
— Giles, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Thanos: Feel the centuries overwhelm you!
Thor: Overwhelm? The passage of time only makes Asgardians MORE powerful!
Thor: Overwhelm? The passage of time only makes Asgardians MORE powerful!
Bingo: You mean that dwarfs are an earlier form of wizards? Grubs to caterpillars to moths, you said. Dwarfs turn into wizards?
Mori: Well, if they live long enough. As you've seen, the world is a harsh environment for us. But yes. Dwarfs are quickened in the rocks, and we emerge much as you see us, only smaller, in caves and caverns. We grow slowly, and many of us perish, but eventually some small number change, metamorphose, shoot up in height and acquire our adult magic, and then we are wizards. A wizard's life is long and not without peril, and few survive as long as Gandef here — Mithrandwarf, to give him his proper name. But for those few, eventually, the second great transformation begins...
Lord Tegid: I wasn't always this big. I was once barely bigger than you. My people grow as we get older, and I am very old. Three hundred thousand years, give or take a few centuries.
Gwion Bach: You really don't look a day over sixty.
Lord Tegid: Flatterer! You can stay.
Gwion Bach: You really don't look a day over sixty.
Lord Tegid: Flatterer! You can stay.
—This Present Past, by Traci Harding
The wizard Malkuril led a quiet early life, as materially successful wizards will, for one cannot otherwise survive long enough to amass the power required to live loudly. Meek and temperate were his first few centuries, but by the age of five hundred he was sleeping inside the fire of stellar coronas, and there were entire continents missing on certain planets to mark the occasional frayings of his temper.
—The Fall and Rise of the House of the Wizard Malkuril, by Scott Lynch
The eldest and most primal Dragon Ogre Shaggoths are truly titanic. As a Dragon Ogre ages, it becomes ever larger, and as long as there is lightning to refresh its body and revitalize its mind, there is no limit to its size. Alive before the Elves had mastered the written word, before the first greenskins crawled out of their caves, perhaps even before the Old Ones visited the world, the oldest Shaggoths tower over the forest canopies, temples and even fortresses. Such is the horror of the Shaggoths that the sire of the Dragon Ogre race, Krakanrok the Black, is said to be the size of a mountain. Fortunate it is then that only the most fearsome of tempests can wake the eldest of their kind.
—Warhammer: Warriors of Chaos Army Book (7th edition)
The longer Saurus live, the tougher and more ferocious they become. The hardened scales that cover their bodies thicken and some plates ossify completely. Their scales become paler, a marking considered a blessing of the Old Ones. In addition to further growth of lethal protrusions, the corded muscles of these ancient Saurus become yet stronger, until they are able to crush rocks with their bare hands.
—Warhammer: Lizardmen Army Book (8th edition)
We see the Behemoths. Most of the draug drones are eventually broken down into pulpy matter by the currents beneath the ship graveyard of the Sargasso Sea, nourishing the growth of new pods. But some hardier specimens survive, mutating further. The largest of the draug, they are the elite warriors, grown and mutated to a titanic degree. Countless sea creatures have fused into their hides, thickening their forms into unbalanced goliaths armoured with ridges of coral gristle. Their clacking claws sound like thunder.
—The Buzzing, The Secret World
Not that those towers were the homes of what other peoples would consider actual gods, mind — primitive worship of natural spirits that gained power from devout worship wasn't tolerated in Setharis — but assuming a powerful magus survives that long, assuming they don't burn out or give in to the Worm's seductions and get put down like a rabid dog, then when they grow old and addicted enough you might as well call them a god for all the humanity left in them. Our gods had been human once.
—The Traitor God, by Cameron Johnston
"Respect your elders" is practically a commandment in the afterlife because your elders are frequently capable of blasting you through the walls of reality and leaving you a damp smear on the pavement of the ghostroads.
