The bodies of one and one half thousand Eladrin lie splayed out upon the rocks of the Crimson spires of agony. Many and more are impaled upon the spires of the Ivory Keep of Scarlet Glory--or upon pikes planted in long winding lines to the keep. A great victory the armies of the Abyss and the layer's reigning Demon Lord Arthfael--a corrupted Valkyrie sought after by fallen celestials and demons, alike, for his martial acumen.<br/><br/>Whilst the fiends, Valkyries, and fallen celestials move among the dead, collecting souls, something untoward begins to occur. A droplet of celestial blood flows across the rocks of the Crimson spires of agony--to join another. Then the process repeats itself a million fold until a pool--no a maelstrom! of blood whips round and rights itself to stand on its edge. The maelstrom contracts---then dilates.<br/><br/>And from out of the maelstrom steps a man--or so it would seem. His skin is pale as a cadavers. The Samurai armor and stately bearing of the man mark him as a resident of Kara-Tur. He walks past the body of a dead Shiere Eladrin--and past a pair of imps eating another Eladrin alive. His is staid--and unalarmed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Visual--although, he looks much older and has a mustache.<br/><br/>http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee409/saharielsummoned/1e-oa.jpg (http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee409/saharielsummoned/1e-oa.jpg)<br/><br/>Also, make a netherworld knowledge roll. If you don't have it make an Intelligence check.<br/></div></div>