In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bile of his sword named him... the Dord Slayer.
Tempered by the fires of Hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before.
In his conquest against the blackened souls of the damned, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the Seraphim bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood Temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Dord Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.
The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the cursed blood of the wicked. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting.
None could stand before the horde but the Dord Slayer. Despair spread before him like a plague, striking fear into the hearts of the shadow-dwellers, driving them into deeper and darker pits. But from the depths rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and unimaginable ferocity. He strode upon the bloodied plains and faced the Dord Slayer, and a mighty battle was fought. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Dord Slayer's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed.
In his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Hell Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Dord Slayer in a mighty armor, wrought in the scorching heat of the deepest forges of Hell, impenetrable and unyielding. With his sword and shield of adamantine strength, the Dord Slayer set to banishing all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void.
Yet as the mighty Titan fell before his wrath, and dread engulfed the armies of Doom, the demon priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture this scourge of Hell. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Hell Walker sought prey in the tombs of the Blood Keep. Blinded by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Dord Slayer, and in his defeat entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Dord Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the indescribable terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering.
It is this timeless purpose we must uphold. When the Hell Walker rises from his heretical intombement, we will ascend above all mankind and drive the damned back into their pits. The Great Forges shall once more tremble before the Dord Slayer, with his strength unmatched and his armor unbreakable, impermeable to the demonic corruption that seeps into all others.