Gordarath<br/><br/>Gordarath sat on his skull throne gazing longingly into his crystal orb. Several millenia had come and gone and yet he remained vulnerable to the control and power of the Great Elders. Nothing he could do ever provided him with victory greater than escape and survival. There had to be a weakness for him to exploit. Gordarath knew full well the source of the Great Power. Sacred objects given the Elders granted them more power than he could ever overcome. Only his cave of dark fire could keep them at bay.<br/><br/>As he gazed into his orb though something was different. Time and space had changed, and a tremor shook the mighty cave of the dark flame. He gripped the skulls of his armrests as he peered closer to the orb. The images were yet unexplainable, though he saw chaos rising. Time had been bent, and the Council was shaken to the core. Someone or something had disrupted their order. Who this powerful being could be was yet to be seen.<br/><br/>As he rose a glint caught his eye. Instantly he knew what it looked upon. The Amulet was laying unguarded on the ground at the feet of a demoness. A strange look of wonder appeared on his face as the demoness picked the small trinket from the ground. "I seem to have found my hope for defeating the Council in the hands of an unlikely demon. I shall go at once."   And so Gordarath departed to meet this demoness of such power.