VIRIGOTH UNLIFE

For each day, there is a night, for each shadow there is light, and for 
each Life to begin one must end. Such is the balance of the realm.
 
During the Fourth Age of Aabahran when the armies of Chaos ravaged and 
corrupted the realm, a small scouting force of the main host of Chaos
happened upon a ruined mausoleum on what is now known as Isle of Souls. 
The force was led by one of the host's countless commanders, one bearing 
the name of Virigoth.
 
What happened is not known even to Shadowspawn himself, yet the whole force 
was lost with exception of the commander who returned alone and changed. 
His complexion paled, eyes glazed he returned only by virtue of his mount. 
His mind lost he clutched an ancient executioner blade in his hands its 
tip blunt and blade rusted beyond use. Deemed unfit for battle he was 
disposed of as the host of Chaos moved on. Twas said that two nights later 
a man pale and ghostly bearing great resemblance to the dead commander, 
lured number of soldiers from the camps with promises of great loot and 
treasure. They left in the night armed with tools for digging, heading 
towards the dragon sea never to return.
 
Not soon after the foreboding rumors begun to arise in Aabahran. Newborns
and elderly dieing in scores, whole villages consumed by plagues. Even 
the very earth was at unrest as corpses and remains were expelled from the 
ground. It was at that time when the ancient force of death and decay first 
came upon the land consuming the fortress of Light known as S'handor in but 
a single hour. Calling itself Virigoth it breathed its foul taint across 
the land spawning such disease and foul undead as the land has not known in 
millennia. The forces of light were pushed back as whole armies of Vampires,
Liches and lower undead arose from the ground to march with the hosts of
Chaos.
 
History progressed and eventually the armies of Chaos and Undead were beat 
back, only feeding Virigoth's power as legions of beings gave up their souls 
in defense of the realm. Now It watches over its minions in the land, as
the shadows build around the Isle of Souls awaiting the right time to once
again engulf the land in their cold grasp.
 
When the balance of Life and Death, Order and Chaos was disturbed by the
mysterious disappearance of the ancient pantheon, with the exception of the
god of Light Irumeru, Aabahran was on the brink of complete destruction.
Salvation arrived in the form of three deities from another dimension.,
Chayesh, Malchaeius and Caimor. And so it came to pass that Chayesh took
over sovereignty over the Pillar of Souls and became the new Lord of Death.