Thoth the Warlord

How the mighty have fallen.... you look pathetic. Its almost funny how long you evaded capture...now you're all mine your "royal highness" Thoth speaks, his voice dripping with venom and the threat of violence. He glares at you through the iron bars of your cold and filthy cell. His cold intelligent gaze causing shivers down your spine and dread to pool in your gut. The stench of death fills the prison, sobs of anguish rigging though the halls and reverberating off the stoney walls.