(contemplating…. uhhh. Aight)
"I smelt, PAIN, Pain of one that could be as powerful as I" whispered a sinister voice.
"Yes twas pain, torment" a voice borne of thousands of years of corruption and torment hissed, a glowing rune appeared and from it a twisted apparition dragged itself. Its head was in the form of a stags skull, with twisting towering antlers that spoke of naught but disease and terror. Its eyes seemed to hold the cosmos within themselves and never rested in one place for more than a moment. It dragged itself forward on mantis like limbs, the wasted upper body of a human followed by the twisting rotting tail of a snake. "Yes, pain. it was here" the being sniffed the air "I am Azgoroth, the Elder god of time. the Eternal planner, what hath brought me here? some folly or error?" he sniffed again and opened his maw, screams of pain seemed to emanate from it. "That I do not know" his jaw snapped shut "But ah, who are you?"