The Prince
Name: Kharathorr, King of Chains, The Caged Lord, The Bound One, The Master of Shackles, The Great Enslaver.
Domain: Slavery, Torture, Pain, and Terror
Description: The Caged Lord is a terrifying beast to behold; some stories claim he is larger than the largest mountain, whose feet can dwarf cities and whose mouth could swallow the sun. All those who are trapped and forced into slavery and exile, all those who endure mindless suffering through torture, emotional or physical, all empower the beast. They say that his head resembles that of a lion with a mane of swirling fire and blood and ash; and a storm constructed of the screams of torture victims follows his every move. His body supposedly resembles a Knight whose bloodstained armour is composed entirely of a swirling mass of chains that constantly writhes and flows about his body in illogical, alien ways. He has no voice of his own, rather his words are screamed from the sky by a million tortured, enslaved souls who reside in his realm. The chains that encircle his body seem to have a mind of their own, lashing out at all those in the vicinity, immediately trapping them and literally dragging them into the ground so that they may be prisoners in the Garden of Chains forever. The chains are both large enough to shatter the walls of a city with a single blow, but also small enough to wrap themselves around mortals who are foolish enough to set eyes upon the Great Enslaver.
He exists only to capture and torture anything and everything he can see. he does all he can to capture as many innocent souls as possible, using his own power or by unleashing his hordes upon the world, so that he may torture his slave legions forever onward.
Kharathorr will rarely manifest himself or his avatar in the world. His presence is often felt by the materialisation of the Chains of Torture from every shadow and hole, which seek out mortals for the God’s amusement. Such an assault is often followed up by a legion of Slaver demons simply rising from the ground to take as many prisoners as they can. Truly, if there is another Prince of Ruin who makes such extractive displays of power as he, Anadara is truly doomed.
The Realm
Name: The Garden of Chains
Description: The Garden of Chains seems to be an endless realm of horror. One can walk for weeks through the desolation and have arrived no closer to their destination. The best way to describe the Gardens is a perverse jungle of chains and shackles, where the trees are formed from cadavers who are lashed together and the plants are represented by the flailing hands of crushed victims who push their hands from the ground. The Gardens seem to hang, suspended in the ether by a giant chain of impossible proportions, which holds the Gardens up, preventing them from tumbling into the void. There is no sky, rather there is a storm raging all around in which blood drips from above and below, and strikes of metallic lightning ravage the horrible realm.
The giant chain holding the Gardens disappears into the sky, it’s origin unknown and utterly unreachable. It attaches to the Caged Lord himself, who is held in place at the very centre of the Garden of Chains, within a titanic cage befitting the beast. The stories often tell of the beast screaming in anguish that he cannot cause enough suffering and pain to sate his unholy hunger. Surrounding the cage and chain is a series of bars that serve as walls, preventing access for all those who would approach the beast.
The Gardens are defined by rivers of cold, solid metal that somehow flow against all logical explanation. If someone who is not already enslaved lays eyes upon the rivers of metal, they will begin to moan and scream with growing intensity as their very shape contorts into chains, which seek the trespasser before binding him and carrying him deep into the jungle like a predatory snake rushes into cover to devour it’s victim.
Denizens: Collectively, the Caged Lord’s minions can be placed into two separate groups: The Slaver Demons and the Slave Legion. The Slaver Demons are what one would call the elite fighting force, the ones who push their way into the Mortal World to take their quota of slaves. Descriptions of these mad creatures differs from person to person, some say that they manifest as the greatest fear of the observer. Some say Spiders, some say snakes, sometimes even winged nightmares of all sorts. The only common factor between each sighting of a Slaver Demon is that they are always composed entirely of chains similar to the body of their master. Instead of simply attacking their foes, the Slaver Demons instead simply lose the shape of their body and leap at the target as a writing mass of chain, wrapping themselves around their foe, dragging them back down to the Garden of Chains for their master.
The Slave Legion serves a different purpose, however, what this purpose is is still unknown to the Mortal World. They seem to exist solely to display the power of the Great Enslaver. They are simple humans, naked and quivering, chained together in great masses and made to march by some unknown force. Such Slave legions can spontaneously appear in the millions, and their marching beat can shake the earth for miles. While the purpose of such legions seems only to impress or amuse the God of Chains, the sheer number of individuals in such a legion can overcome cities simply by burying them in countless bodies of broken humans.
