He leaned back, and stared at the ceiling. "Everything I told you about me was the truth. It just wasn't all of the truth. I have seen about 250 years or so, and was 32 when I went on that fight against the Maralith.<br/><br/>While undoing the runes for the permanent portal, I was hit in the shoulder with an arrow, and my blood mixed with the runes on the floor, binding myself to it, even as I strove to undo them. I failed to properly undo them, instead causing the magic contained in it to run wild and react. Magic, when it has been gathered by a magic user, tends to want to go back to how it had been, ungathered, as fast as possible, which results in an explosion. I was right next to the explosion when it went off. Somehow, that combination of blood magic, normal magic, the death magic the explosion tearing me apart provided, and the healing magic the cleric right behind me trying to help me unravel the runes, created a unique and perfect mix, causing me to ascend to godhood.<br/><br/>I was also sucked into the collapsing portal, and thrown out into a random plane. I spent the next ten years as a blight upon the land, my magic and divinity completely without control, a disaster wandering about, without either mind or reason. By the time I brought my power under control, and realized what I had done, that plane was a dead, barren plane, nothing, not even bugs, had survived my birthing. I fled it, wandering about, trying to control what I had become, and it wasn't until coming to the chaos plane that I told Cerul about that I finally figured out what I was. Yes, it took me nearly 200 years to discover that I was a god, and did not need worshiper's to support my power as every other deity except overdeities do."<br/><br/>He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before shaking his head and continuing. "It was after that plane that I finally managed to find a pantheon plane, one where multiple gods could meet without being able to come into conflict, and I began to truly bring my new powers under control. I had been a loner for the entire time before that, since I could barely keep the powers from running rampant, and they often escaped control. It was pretty much a personal hell. I got learn alot during my stay there, though it was a mere week in non divine terms, and once I realized I could interact with mortals without my powers running rampant, I came here, and bumped into you three."<br/><br/>He took another drink, and stared at the ceiling. "Because I knew that you three would die without someone else. And no one else would come. Fate, if you will, had dealt your hands, and you were far short of what you needed. You would have done well until the lich, either dying there in its lair against it or during the siege when you confronted the war leader with the hobgoblin bard and lich, as well as the others. That lack of choice, that your destinies had already been decided, pulled me to you, and while I made a number of blunders in the beginning, I can but hope that you don't think too little of me for giving you and the other's living here a future.<br/><br/>As for a more impressive title? Orc's bane was the one given to me during my life, before I died in that Maralith's tower. But now? No, I don't have any that I care for, Plane Breaker and Wandering God of Destruction are not to my tastes."