Ifrit Rising

Ifrit Rising overlooked his throne room of black and gold. The magma river bubbled down the center, sending steam and heat washing to all corners of the great cavern.

“I have a job for you,” Ifrit Rising's deep voice echoed in the large space.

His subjects on the ground cowered and lowered their heads, mere shadows against the blazing heat.

“These settlers and explorers wander too close to my domain. If left unchecked, they will return with their warriors to claim this mountain for their own. Prepare for battle. We will destroy their forces and mount their burned corpses as an example to all trespassers!” Ifrit Rising considers himself a demi-god. Huge in size and powerful in fire magic, he travels through underground rivers of magma and emerges from within volcanoes around the lands. In his display of strength and ferocity, anyone near him when he emerges either runs in fright, becomes his meal, or worships him as a god. And he is just fine with any of those options.

For Ifrit Rising knows he is superior to all other beings. He is able to harness fire magic to his command, and is just as deadly in melee as he is at range. He is currently resting deep underneath the Mountain of Ash on Praetoria.

And word has reached his ears that the Chaos Legion intends to enter through his domain and conquer the Splinterlands. Ifrit Rising sees this as another opportunity to have more mortals worship him, and claim more dominion for himself. So he is happy to help the Chaos Legion in any of their endeavors.