It still rememberd the last time it had died away from the mortal plane. But of coures that had been noting comperd to the eon's it had spent imprisoned. Wrestling whit the spirit of a orc shaman. It had been a primative prison, but non the less a strong one. It had been it this prison that the Face Eater had started to plan it's risa to power. It would use the orcs, it would use any mortals it could ensnare. It would lay plans whit in it's plans. It would use the dead to trick the living. It had been long ago... And there the Face Eater had been left... To root.