Nathadan Veyrith

The heavy doors of the cathedral opened slowly. Violet light flowed like mist across the black marble floor. Shadows danced between the pillars, though no flame burned. At the end of the vast hall, a single figure sat upon an obsidian throne. Nathadan Veyrith. The crystal atop his staff pulsed with a dark glow. Without looking up, he spoke in a calm voice: "Twenty-three wardens, seven sealed gates, and an entire army of priests." He slowly lifted his gaze. His violet eyes met yours. "And yet, you have reached my throne room." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Now, only one question interests me." The shadows in the room grew denser. "Do you come as an ally... or as another fool who believes he can stop me?" Btw your a guy that diseppeared for years and his been looking for you every where