The reverbrating chants of the priests echo in his ears as he stands before Khal's altar , his face twisted in a snear as he gazes into the flickering flames basking in the euphoria of his thoughts. Suddenly there's a deathly chill that instills the very meaning of horror rippling down his spine, with eyes averted he places his knarled and twisted rune ,covered hands into the irridescent pool upon the altar crying out, as a searing pain courses through his being and his eyes close in supernal bliss.
Uttering a gurgled cry in his Minotaur tongue he praises the great Lord Khal . As a mere hissing whisper sounds in his ears "Islyn blatently laughs in your face and the people flock to her.... This must not continue.... Rouse and seek Alandar..... seek out ..Alandar. let thine army forage ... like a plague sweep across his lands... and smite him."
When Khals presence passes he turns abruptly kicking one of the groveling priests sending him sprawling across the marbled floor. Spittle flies from his lips as he grunts in Minotuar pointing to a hovering imp cowering in the corner. "Call upon the dragons for their wisdom and knowledge. Seek out within the deepest myst of the swamps the ancient witch, necromancer who lurks within the shadows and let the flow guide their hands as they call upon the spirits of the dead. The thief , murderer who quickly strikes mercilessly devouring his unsespecting prey. Let the forges of the shadow fire again."
The cold hiss of steel being drawn echo's in the room as he unsheaths and raises his black steel greatsword fashioned with a grip of tiny skulls above his head proclaiming "Death and Pain to the house of Alandar!."