Morthal

Morthal was fed up with fighting between dragon flights and waging war with beats clans. He took his mate Gaghula and stationed to a bushy place in Zephyr Steppes. They took in dragons and hatchlings who had lost their home for reason or other, only requirement being that they wanted to live peacefully. As their small clan started to grow, Morthal felt that all responsibilities as leader were too much. He told Gaghula that he cannot go on and left, leaving Gaghula to look over growing clan alone.

After wandering and living alone for a year, Morthal stumbled upon a familiar clan. The lair he had once created with Gaghula was moved to Southern Icefield. After seeing in what state the lair had gone he started looking for the one responsible. Dillon, the tyrannical matriarch, was still going rampage even if her new mate tried to slow her down. Morthal was angry and made sure that Dillon gets thrown from the lead. After a fierce fight Dillon and Igus were thrown from the throne and Morthal gained the lead. Wearing Dillon’s old armor Morthal took his place in the lead and things started to get better, the way they once were.

Lately Morhtal has been worried about the rising amount of witchcraft going around his lair. Especially one dark-colored fae who talks to invisible things is raising his concerns among with her students...

When Zina formed a coven into her lair, Morthal felt more secure. Old witch knows what she is doing and has other under her obsevation. But then the rumours of emperor dragon and other strange things started to appear.. the dragons were afraid. And then came the eyes. Newborns started to hatch with eyes never seen before and few older dragons had their eyes changed too over night. After consulting Blizzard about these strange things and after taking a look at some hatchlings Morhtal called everyone to hear him out. Blizzard, as the only one who had the gift to see visions of things to come, kept a speech with Morthal. They made sure to comfort everyone that things were fine, the emperor was far from here and new hatchlings with strange eyes were all completely healthy as proven by some who had studied them. As word came from around Sornieth that this wasn't happening only to them the lair quieted down a bit. For now things were well.

Days had been growing cold and clan members had been having nightmares for a long time. Clan needed to be moved. To where was still a mystery but they needed to leave when the last nests hatch. Morthal along with his trusty prophet Blizzard gave a speech and told that no new nests were to be laid and that the Clan would relocate as soon as possible. While the last nests were being incubated, the council of Four gathered to weigh their possibilities. From time to time some other dragons stopped by their lair to give their opinions. After hearing a couple of suggestions a voice, deep and dark, crackling with fire like it came from inside an ancient volcano deeper than Leviathan Trench itself, interrupted their conversation: "We are going home". Voice belonged to the huge imperial with fire in his eyes and soul. As he stood in the cave's entrance air filled with smoke and sparks and smell of brimstone. Belphegor was one of the oldest dwellers in the Clan. He was intimidatingly huge fiery and golden imperial and he gave off heat and smelled like ash and fire. He and his mate Lilith usually kept to themselves higher up in the mountain and rarely took any part in anything that happened in the clan. Without waiting for a response, the two took off flying back to their lair, wings blowing ash and snow into the cave.
"Do we have a choice anymore?" Morthal sighed in frustration about him being compromised like that, knowing that he wouldn't have a chance if Belphegor would choose to take matters into his own claws.

Morthal found a message from the fiery imperials talking about an obsidian skull and how he should find it from Blacksand Annex. Morthal led his clan safely to Ashfall waste and found the obsidian skull where they formed their new home.