His first heralds are the land's beasts, who yip and howl long before those tall dark clouds creep over the horizon. When you hear the rumbling thunder, you have little time. Once you feel the frigid rain on your skin, it is too late: He has claimed your lands as his own. His true form, if a force of nature can have one, is that of a great reclining lizard. His eyes crackle with electricity as he looks you up and down, but in the end, he finds all wanting. Instinct: to rule

• Roar with the strength of a gale
• Make a promise he does not intend to keep.
• Teleport as lightning to an advantageous position