Self-appointed? That depends on your view of Fate. I’m a proponent of it myself. The engines of Destiny are many and ancient, some decrepit and failing, stalled and in need of repair, yes; but I’ve no doubt they are there, behind and beneath us all, pushing, pulling, grinding, squealing and skirling beneath the black Halls of Eternity. My blood is proof enough, even diluted as it is. I am a scion of Imigrogun herself and, I’m certain, not unrelated to many-eyed F’Liril and blind Klimm. Through my divinely-gifted visions I am witness to the past, drawn to every beginning and every ending. I have seen inevitability born, suckling on chaos and from it vomiting pattern, shitting structure. I was born to see the story of the world as whole cloth, and driven to faithfully chronicle it. This is my role in things. But my purpose… Now, that is an interesting question, and one I cannot answer. The future is not my province.
Engig Ghott is the unreliable nigh-mad narrator for RPG flavor and adventure text. He believes he is ancient, a great-grandchild of gods, and extraordinarily powerful in his own right. He may very well be, but evidence of these claims has not yet appeared.