There was once a time when I was lord of destruction, before myself being
destroyed. I reached back to those days of power and glory, and with my new
found arcane powers, managed to drag my castle back from the cataclysmic
destruction that took most of the world.

I had this burden hidden in a pouch by my side when I ran into the one among
us who seemed surprisingly well versed in these new times: Melemkor.

I quickly uttered a Knowing and asked where should I begin again, quite
rhetorically, though loud enough, and seeming to be like so many lost in this
new reality. Melemkor looked at me in surprise and said one simple word:
Furnachia.

The Knowing took hold, and I instantly gained a vast knowledge, and laughed an
evil laugh the likes of which had not issued forth since I was known as the
Overlord by my Reaver followers. I stopped suddenly, and before I disappeared
in a cloud of brimstone I simply said one small phrase to Melemkor: Excuse me,
I have something burning a whole in my pouch.

But I do not any longer, oh no, it is out in this new world now. And now I
want more...

**Firefox the mad Immortal