The darkness within Sojourn knew only ambition and death. It was a gnawing hunger that only grew and festered. Fed for countless millenia as his brother, Grendish the Lord of the Druegar; reeped all the power and glory of his plan's and his scheme's. Bitterness was embedded deep within his evil essence; but as like all immortals time has little meaning and so Sojourn silently bid his time.

Grendish was the physically stronger of the two immortal brothers and had thus through their father's favor been granted domain and power over all druegar within Traenor. His twin brother, Sojourn was not as strong as his brother, but he had the control over dark and evil magics that his brother could never understand or use. Grendish was a master warrior and was unrivaled in his ability to craft armor and weapons. This was a craft learned from his father, Hoctun the Lord of all Dwarves within Traenor. Grendish was also fiendlishly attracted to gems and jewels of incredible size or value. Known to run off on adventures in search of rare and forgotten gems, Grendish wasn't the most reliable of deities on Traenor. Sojourn on the other hand, was able to learn how to craft many unique and powerful magical items using his natural ability with magic and could be found around the citadel of Anguish somewhere most times without problems testing some new device out on some mindless undead minion or other bound magical slave.

Tasked with the magical side of the defenses for the citadel of Anguish; the heart of Grendish's plane and domain, his was not an unimportant role or position. Sojourn yearned for more, "Why should ALL druegar worship my brother?", he thought silently to himself on more and more a frequent occation. He envisioned a time where druegar called and cried out his name in prayer and honor. Traenor was still young for a planet and even the immortals themselves were few in number. Those few that were elevated to Godhood, often carried more then a single mantel. Grendish like his father carried several such mantel's and was constantly away on some task or off in search of some rare gem or jewel of power. Sojourn thus had ample time to plot and scheme for his future goals without the fear of his brother or his brother's spies being any the wiser. On many an occation, it was even Sojourn himself who had started the rumor of some rare and valuable item; just so he could have some time to work undisturbed and unwatched. Sojourn felt jilted and wronged, he was not allowed to garner any followers from any other god, his was a role of support rather then dominance. He knew better then to take another god's followers, he had seen the results first hand. The Council of the Gods, was fair but was brutal in their distachment from emotional attachments. To risk their wrath was not something ANY god or immortal would dare again for quite some time. Sojourn had neither the power of a God yet nor the resources. Most of a God's true power came from their followers and the power invested in them by the Council of the Gods. Sojourn although son to a god and powerful in the mystical arts, was by no means equal to nor on par power wise with any God; yet...

He paced back and forth in his study as thoughts raced through his mind. "There has to be a way around these damn rules.", he mused quietly to himself. "I am sufforcating here, I am wasting my true calling here with these fools. Damn the council and their nonbending ways. Always throwing the exact wording of every law in my face...", then for a brief moment Sojourn stopped his pacing and slumped back into the lush chair by his cluttered crystaline desk with a strange look of sudden understanding on his face....