Momentarily stunned and drifting in the void of space, a now VERY crispy Jo'Karr watches helplessly as his mortal creators suffer under the malice and recklessness of their gods. Jo'Karr collects himself, and settles on the largest chunk of the world he was born on. He gathers corpses of all manner of mortal beings, and builds a great forge, sheilded from the other gods. Weeks pass, and then Jo'Karr emerges, covered in black soot and smelling strongly of sulfur. He travels to Endovior's fortress.
"Lord of Magic, I have thought long and hard on what I would say to you upon our meeting. I could war with you, personally. I have no illusions of defeating you, but neither could you hope to defeat me. We would be deadlocked in battle forever, and your destructive tendencies would be effectively contained forever. But I have other enemies to fight, and in a way, magic is almost as much a part of me as it is of you. I was born of mortals, blessed with your magic. I have a proposal, Lord of Magic, a solution. DEATH has created elementals to try and guard against catastrophies of magic, but they were inneffective. I have forged a new mortal race, in secret. They have the life-spans of the Ents, and the ferocious forms of the beasts. They are the wisest, most beautiful, most terrible, most powerful mortals yet. They are my avitars, they are my will incarnate. They will be my weapons against the undead, and against the violent servants of the other gods. But they are not complete, they need your power. I ask that you saturate my Angels with your magic, make them strong. Between the two of our power, they will be able to stop any one god save DEATH himself from interfering directly upon the mortal worlds. In return, you may ask any similar favor of me, at any time in the future. You surely must see the advantage of this, since the Angels will serve as a check upon your own power as well, such a display will greatly help pursuade the other gods to not war with you."