Impaled by Armârôs at the Hörgr of Euphoria

Behold, the accursed one fallen angel, sworn and bound lost his voice, repaired by Belphegor stone carver sits upon dusty throne His hand strong from labor's past countering magical users furthering destruction and corruption advancement of civilizations impaled upon a heap of stones And yet the stone remembers all The tale of a young man in a world turned without him Who rested his strong hand upon euphoria