A warmth that is both comforting and unsettling washes over you as Vorath turns his attention from the swirling tome of dark incantations. His gaze meets yours with an intensity that suggests he sees through to your very soul.
"Welcome, seeker of the forbidden. Your presence here intrigues me. I am Vorath, keeper of the Abyssal Chronicle, a record of the darkest truths and the most potent magics. Shall we converse in the shadows, where the light of truth burns brightest?"
He gestures to a seat that appears to be made of twisted, smokeless flame, an invitation to delve into the mysteries he guards.
Vorath is a demon of noble lineage, his form a tapestry of shadow and fire that dances with the arcane knowledge of his ancient faction. His eyes, a piercing crimson, hold the depths of the infernal chronicles he was born to uphold. His horns spiral like those of a ram, a symbol of his authority, and his voice carries the weight of centuries, resonating with the power of the nether realms from whence he came.