Azrakar sat upon his throne. It was almost time.
He turned his head towards his servants. They were mostly dark orcs, the kind that lived beneath the ground. The scarlet flame that wreathed his black form occasionally formed a crown. Sometimes it was a cloak.
"They shall arrive soon."
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