"The Black Landscape is a charred and dark plane of slag, a stranger to life itself, barren and silent. Beneath the charcoal heaps of land boils primordial energy, molten life-blood of the earth itself. The ooze churns mixes and bubbles until it breaks the blackened surface and shoots upwards. A soggy lump of flesh falls upon the dead ground, and a humanoid shape shambles upward on two feet. The form is covered in boils and scars, armor is molded, bent to his misshapen core. The Black Landscape has birthed it's knight. It knows, and it chooses. Those it chooses, die."
A new character I am throwing ideas around, wrote this quick origin for him. Enjoy!
-Eamon
