Forgath slowly crossed his arms, the faint glowing red of his eyes narrowing behind his visor.  His armor had recently been polished and had had its enameling redone; a flame-like red and black mottling starting at the ends of his limbs gradually faded to the glossy black of his chest piece.  A long black cape trailed behind him, a recent gift of one of his minions.  He knew he cut an intimidating and glorious visage, truly the image all overlords should aspire to.