Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5842470-20150824014628/@comment-4029377-20150824015436

Arnzarel was sitting in his throne room inside his citadel reason a tome that he enjoyed to pass the time away by learning a few meager spells. The demon prince seemed rather bored as he heard the cold wind echoes through the dark and long halls of his citadel.

Mereck was busy researching new ways to induce rigor mortis without having to kill. Naturally, this required alchemy. Something which he was somewhat proficient in. (<-Saren's post)