After the Portal collapsed, I found myself stuck and weakened here in this pathetic place called "Earth" and "21st Century" among other things. The blast was terribly deafening for a time. It was only describable as a high, thin, mental shriek. Being stranded here without the use of my sigil and authority, I found that the political system of this world in this adoptive land of mine is severly flawed in part. The flaw is that one party suffers from severe dementia. Shivering, I tuck my cloak tighter against the cold I feel from the De' mo cr'ats. If I had use of my power of Destruction by Fire or Mind Wipe I would do something about them directly. But I have been warned by my fellow countrymen, for I am not the only Kentothian here, that I cannot probe them with the tip of my sword or hit them with lightning.
I have also been warned against exploring the toaster and the TV with my sword. Hmm... I have gotten used to this 'computer' thing as it has proven to be of great interest. By your years I would be 28 years old. I am 5 foot 5 inches tall, short for my people, and have dark hair and dark eyes.
Verily I have been called the "Dark Lord of Kentothe" yet I have done nothing to deserve the title. I think I will keep it, until such time as I can get back home.....
Wow, that is really neat from your profile page. I don't belong here either but haven't pinpointed why. Mebbe I'm just too old-fashioned and the last 40+ years of liberal destruction have ruined the country too much for me.