Greetings,
After many long years of slumber I have awoken. Many of the most ancient of you will remember me before my transcendence as Deimos with a slave named Phobos from Divinity. Though my slumber was deep, the cries of your many sacrificed souls drew my ear. These many years of slumber have been a fickle friend. Although my mystical powers have increased, having become a powerful Magi, and I am now able to pass unnoticed in the world of men when I wish, my body has suffered greatly. This mortal shell I now inhabit has become weak and faded. My clothes fall in ribbons about my shriveled body. Perhaps the Guardian will give me strength and his blessing through sacrifice. Until that time when we gather in darkness, I bid thee adieu.
-Orumus