Tentacled arms dragged the dwarf down the black stone tunnel he had tried to access in his daring leap across the chasm. As the long, cold appendage had snatched him out of the air, it pulled him down quickly to the ground, his head smacking hard on the stone. Sigwulf's body went limp as the creature dragged him away.
Sigwulf awakened, bloody and broken, before the high stone throne and the demonic form who sat upon it. Fear gripped him like none he had ever known before, only intensifying as the being on the throne began to speak.
"Pledge yourself to the darkness, the Ihll-Dhinnadow as you call it. Pledge your fealty to the dark god's service and you will know power unlike any dwarven lord before you." The voice, like boulders grating against each other, was as cold and dark as the tunnels the slimy, tentacled beasts had dragged Sigwulf through to get to this chamber.
The half human thing made loud clacking noises as it rose from it's throne, it's legs enormous arthropodal appendages covered in hard a hard, painful looking shell. In one hand it held an ancient looking sceptre. Its face was mostly covered by a tall, metal mask-crown which attached to the darkly colored, flowing cloth banners and cloak that hung heavy around it.
The creature came close to Sigwulf, lowering itself down to him, and then lifting the dwarf's weary head with the end of the sceptre.
"I am the Draelunen," it said in that horrid, raspy voice, "priest of the Ihll-Dhinnadow. I have use for one such as you in the world above