Betrayal

ArchivistI stood with my generals on the Fields of Eternal Flame with the hordes of demon nobility arrayed against me. I had been too bold too quickly. I knew that my forces were not as strong as I would have liked. I knew that some of my generals were inexperienced. But then I knew the Flames better than most. I was familiar with the flaring and wanning of the flame. The way it caressed the skin of mortal body and lingered as normal flame should not. Terrain then was on my side.

When the attack came the end was swift. I had not anticipated treachery from my most trusted General. Amozoth shall endure an eternity of torment once I return from this accursed sundered land. Amazoth, a powerful lord of minor nobility. I had not anticipated that as the hordes of chaos clashed in fierce combat he would turn his armies about and crush my left flank. It was over almost before it had begun and now in this sundered land I take refuge. I plot. My anger has no outlet it is like a mighty inferno of pure rage. These lands surely cannot contain my wrath much longer…