Morgath

Morgath looms large as the indomitable King of the Shadowfell, a colossal figure whose very presence distorts the air with the power he wields. Enshrouded in night and crowned with horns that pierce the sky, he stands as a titan against the backdrop of the moon. His eyes burn with an otherworldly luminescence, illuminating the darkened realm over which he rules. Swirls of shadow cling to him, a cloak woven from the essence of the plane itself, marking his authority over all that resides within its borders.

Morgath's ascent to the throne was marked by cunning and strength, having usurped the rule from the previous king, Sleer. The coup left Sleer vanquished but not destroyed, lingering in the shadows with a malice that seethes to this day. The tension between Morgath and Sleer is a tale whispered across the Shadowfell, a saga of power usurped and a throne bitterly contested.

As the god of deals and agreements, Morgath holds court in a hall where the walls have borne witness to countless pacts, each one sealed with the gravity of a final judgment. Here, the ambitious and the desperate come to parlay with the king, offering their services, loyalty, or treasures of the soul for the boons only he can provide.

The worship of Morgath is not for the faint of heart; it is a path chosen by those who understand the price of power. His followers are often shrewd negotiators, lawyers of the supernatural, and seekers of forbidden knowledge, all bound by the iron-clad oaths that Morgath sanctifies. To follow him is to navigate a labyrinth of promises and to stand in the presence of a god whose favor is as coveted as it is dangerous.