It is dawn, and just as every dawn since the beginning of time, the sun is rising to battle against the retreating cold of the desert night. A endless sea of sand dunes stretches out, farther than the eye can fathom, painted in hues of tan, brown and yellow as the light strikes the surface of each grain.
A uniform look, no dune is to much the senior or the junior of any of its neighbors. The desert winds pick up, blowing lightly and then harshly. A fickle wind, changing direction as fast is it picks up in intensity. And then, gone. The sand kicked up by the chaotic winds swirls about in a strange ballet, adding to some dunes and taking away from others. It always seems peaceful, but every second of every day is a conflict in the desert. Even for the unconsequential grains of sand, endless as they may seem to be.

In this maelstrom, a lone figure strides against the wind and braces against the hit. The sun, only beginning to become harsh, beats down on it's back as it makes a steady pace. The heat seems to leave from its body as quickly as it comes, and when it finally comes into focus it can be seen that the desert heat is not responsible for the twisting form. The form itself is ever moving, never at rest. A composition of scarlet and crimson against ebony and obsidian, with a silver to onyx lining swirling about. Much like the desert sands.

This one is Tithdaeron, the Pariah. A Chaos Elemental, the only one of its kind alive in Arda. Once a half-angel, half-human, that had been cruely transformed into a half-angel, half-vampire. So twisted and sick did this unholy being become that it could no longer withstand its own power, and so was reforged as its own essence by a Goddess of Chaos. Little did Tithdaeron know that Ita the Reckless had gone. He was set for revenge.

And so it travelled the desert, saying nothing, only plotting its schemes and constantly developing its own mind to the point where it could easily control those of weaker intelligence. Altering the world around the elemental was also a task feasible to some degree, and leaving it as fast as it arrived was within reach.

However, one could only arrive where one had knowledge of, and in the time that the Chaos Elemental had spent in the desert, much had been forgotten along with what had been learned.

However, the driving instinct inside guided it towards Lomedor, intersecting the location of the Temple of Chaos along the way. Little did Tithdaeron know that it would encounter many an old foe, and some new. Some allies, some only curious as to its whereabouts. A pleasant surprise it would be for it, to be able to kill again...