Deep inside sulfurous tar-pits of the Zul’drathen Hells an instrument of demise was forged upon the blackened altar to feast upon the souls of the wretched. The chorus of screams echoed from the crimson pits where souls became dust upon the keys of annihilation. Fed upon the lamentations of the damned Rognoth grew too powerful for the blackened curse-bound chains of restraint. Bursting forth upon the human plane and perching on a jagged peak, Rognoth set its deceitful gaze upon the cities of gloom. Can you – hero – defeat Rognoth? Or will you succumb to it’s ancient hideous power?
Rognoth awaits coiled in the dank dens of Berkeley.