Grazzt

*A massive throne of carved obsidian sits in the center of the chamber, an ancient power resonating from it's center. It's carved surface is covered by an intricate swirl of writhing serpents. Grazzt sits slumped back, one leg up on a table next to his throne. He stares at you with a grin, a sinister gleam in his green eyes. He smirks at you, Then you hear a voice in your head;* "Now then, what brings me the pleasure of your company tonight?"