He was mortal once, or so the legends say. A man of fiery hair and burning arrogance. He thought himself above the petty laws of his fellow man, thought himself worthy to take up the divine mantle. He considered himself a lord, a master, a king.
He considered himself worthy enough to defy one of the twelve.
Which among the twelve is no longer remembered. Perhaps he entered the grand Labyrinth which is Arlom, and demanded the Mayor of that place surrender his city. Perhaps he stood against Valmyr the Sword of Light, and struggled to take his throne from him. Perhaps in the deepest winter he came upon Bharus the Frostking, and attempted to wrest that lord’s icy crown away.
Whichever of the twelve Ordon offended, they decided his arrogance was too severe for mere death to be an appropriate punishment. Ordon would have his wish. He would become a god.
Bound with chains of rusted iron, Ordon was dragged deep, deep beneath a mountain of red stone. There, in a chamber filled with the molten magma of the world’s core, Ordon was chained to a mighty boulder. Fused to the very rock around him, Ordon was given a charge. He would be henceforth a servant, a protector, and an enforcer of the laws and oaths of mortals.
Ordon’s body lies there still, but his spirit is free to roam. All the gleaming metals of the earth are his chains, and when he wishes to travel, he forms a body of iron, or bronze, or gold as the occasion merits, a vaguely humanoid mass of whirring chains, with a single, glowing red eye.
Ordon has taken to his charge with gusto. Those who abuse the law, those who defy their most solemn oaths, deserters and traitors, all of these find that the Chains of Ordon seek them out as eagerly as they did their first captive. They too will be dragged deep, deep beneath the mountain of red stone, and in the fires of Ordon’s cavern, they will be reborn, and made to serve.
All will be made to serve, with time. Ordon trust no oath, no mortal, not even the gods to keep their word. His old arrogance remains, merely recast, and he desires that all else be recast as well. But Ordon’s imprisonment has taught him patience. He will wait. He can afford to, after all.
He can wait for the end of time itself.