Every elf knows Death, or Gúr, as they call it. Few only knows, however, that there is something even Death itself fears. Gúr roamed the earth itself once as an elf named Tirithél. He was in love with the stars, but there was none he loved more than his kin, Mivinnial. When Mivinnial's time has come to pass from this world, Tirithél decided to go with her, and form the Realm of Death amidst the vast nothingness of the Otherworld so that mortal souls could have somewhere to go. Later on, a peculiar soul approached their gates: its skin, charred black; its eyes, burning cinder. Tirithél, now the caretaker of souls (Gúr), let it inside the Realm of Death and named it Gorthvór: the Black Dead. Gorthvór, however, started to corrupt everything it touched and warped all things to its own, wicked, black image. Gúr confronted it, but on his own he could not prevail. It was then, that Mivinnial sacrificed her very soul to banish Gorthvór back to the World of the Living. Since then, Gúr turned into a sad, cynical being and Gorthvór, well.. He's trying to turn the World of the Living into his own Realm of Death. Instinct: to corrupt or consume the living

• To sculpt and corrupt the flesh of the living.
• To reanimate the fallen and combine them into horrible abominations.
• To warp and darken the very essence of things.