Summary::The horrors of war are made manifest through Xaphan, a towering burning red classic demon with massive leathery wings and obsidian horns. He has a passing resemblance to a Balor, and it is said he was indeed a Balor who gained divine rank. This plane of Ira is an eternal battlefield, a scorched earth under a blood red sun, whose inhabitants are in constant strife. Factions fight against each other with the most horrific tactics available, and once their enemy is defeated factions fragment to fight each other until a new threat creates another uneasy alliance where the strong command the weak. The dead choke the rivers to a sea of blood, which boils and spits out new soldiers to continue the endless war for Xaphan's amusement. Of course, he would much prefer to spred the chaos outs