Almost two thousand years ago I began life as a Lawful Good Paladin, named Sir Baron Cruel. In the year 591or a powerful Archmage named Venger trapped me for use in his experiment. He used a powerful spell to split my soul into two halves, pure good and pure evil, by using a Paladin he hoped to be able to control the evil side since there should be very little. Venger got more than he had bargained for, I quickly broke the magic that was binding me and soon had Venger begging for mercy, after he promised to serve me for an eternity I slew him. His soul went into the bastard sword I killed him with, and he serves me still by using others to wield and obey him. I then banished my 'good' counterpart to solitary confinment, I won't say where, but he won't be back. I then began conquering the land, in the year 388or I was Emporer of the realm, until the last of the old gods covered the realm in an ice age, breaking their ties to the world, but not mine. I was awoken and restored to power as the God of War and Chaos in the year 809nr, by my faithfull cultists led by Venger and the Executioner. I am eternal, I am War, I am Chaos.
