His personal bodyguard carried mirrored shields to allow Sigvald to preen himself at any time, even in battle, and he directed his army at anything he considered ugly, distasteful, or offensive to his delicate sensibilities. In a rage, Sigvald slew his father and left for the Chaos Wastes in the far north, communing with Slaanesh and quickly becoming one of the Dark Prince's favorites.Īfter some time, he emerged from the Chaos Wastes with an army of warriors at his back.
This was a bridge too far even for his loving sire, and his father banished him from the tribe. Until one day it turned out that his gourmet tastes had refined so fully that he had begun to sample Human flesh. He grew up strong and beautiful, and was spoiled by his father, given whatever he desired. Sigvald was originally a Champion of Chaos in the World-That-Was, born in the frozen northlands of the land called Norsca as the incestuous offspring of a warlock and the warlock's sister.īeautiful from the moment he was born, the only feature to mar his perfect skin was a single horn mark on the back of his neck signifying that even at this early age he was already pledged to the Dark Gods.
